#it's not his FAULT this happened. he's not going to kill himself about it and he's not going to let his original self kill him.

[love-quinn]

— BODY BETTER

summary — your boyfriend patrick is convinced that you have a thing for tennis players. you say the same about him. it doesn’t help that you’re both sleeping with one.

pairing — stanford!art donaldson x reader, stanford!patrick zweig x reader, hints of stanford!tashi duncan x reader, also tashi x art and tashi x patrick, and since this is challengers, also art x patrick. literally every single combination, but mostly art x reader

track four — “body better” by maisie peters

warnings — swearing, mentions of sex/sexual moments, CHEATING, both on and by the reader this is a clusterfuck that could be solved by polyamory, patrick is a student at stanford and find my iphone was out in 2007, also no tashi injury in this.

word count — 1.9k

note — don't ask me what this is i couldn't tell you. biblically accurate challengers where all 4 of them have fucked at one point. i kinda accidentally made patrick a bit too much of an asshole i think but whatever i stand by it. i love u tashi duncan if you have no haters it's cause i killed them all.

If you were honest, Patrick probably wouldn’t be your boyfriend if he didn’t play tennis. And you can say that’s because if he didn’t play tennis he wouldn’t have been friends with Art, who you’d met through Tashi, because sure, that would be factually correct. 

But the real reason is because you’d thought Patrick was an asshole until you’d seen him on the court. Then you’d still thought he was an asshole but your desire to stick your tongue down his throat outweighed that. 

There was something about the way he looked with a racket in his hand. The way his shirt would cling to his chest, the way his calves would shake as he hit the ground. It was something you hadn’t felt before with any of your boyfriends in high school, something innate, something shallow, something absolutely idiotic. But that didn’t stop you from waiting for him outside the locker room and taking him back to your dorm. He’d thought you were a good time, and then the next morning you’d planted yourself in the front row for his single’s match and he knew that he’d gotten himself into something more than he’d planned. 

You and Patrick moved fast. Nights spent in his bed evolved into you practically living in his dorm room. You kept moisturiser and a box of tampons in his bathroom. You knew the names of the guys who lived on his floor and they knew yours. You were happy - overjoyed even, and you spilled every single detail to Tashi, who seemed ecstatic you and Patrick had hit it off so well. You told her everything, how he was in bed, how he’d kiss you when he was drunk, how he’d get cranky when he lost a match. Tashi had laughed. 

And then she started showing up in other places. His matches — even when Art didn’t go, His phone, left on your nightstand to charge while he showered. You’d watch it ring out, the vibration coursing through your brain as you stared at her face. He’d come back into the room, kiss you roughly and then grab his phone, giving you an apologetic, “Hang on, babe. I gotta call Art.” As if you were that fucking stupid. 

You’d felt guilty about it, but that had gone away immediately when you saw it. Patrick’s phone in Tashi’s building. He’d told you he was going to the gym. Art lived in your dorm building, and Patrick’s was across campus. You’d stared at it for ages, like maybe you’d blink and it would refresh and tell you it was just an error, or maybe a text from Tashi would pop up; Hey I found your boyfriend’s phone. 

But nothing came, and nothing happened. 

So, you called Art. Your boyfriend’s lovely best friend, your best friend’s lovely boyfriend. Art who always looked at you a second too long, who once said you looked like a summer morning and then laughed like he knew he’d overstepped. Art, who you had thought was loyal to a fault. 

The first time was in his car, parked behind the library. Shaky hands and foggy windows. He’d asked you “Are you sure?” You’d told him “Shut up,” and he had. You didn’t even feel guilty about it, it felt so good to just be wanted. For as long as you’d known her people wanted Tashi. It hadn’t even taken her long to get a boyfriend once the two of you started college. You weren’t ugly, you knew that. You got slightly better grades than Tashi, and you were probably more popular in high school. But you weren’t deluded; people didn’t want you the way they wanted her. She was an athlete, she was hot, she was alluring in ways that your highschool self had been kind of terrified by. Art moved in ways that conveyed his emotions clear as day without even trying. He wanted you, and he had for so long that it almost felt like he might have been looking for a reason. 

You weren’t doing it to spite her, or even to get back at Patrick. Not exactly at least. It was about momentum, moving forward and trying to pretend things weren’t monumentally different now that you’d had both of them. They were the antithesis of each other, Patrick with his bright, empty ambitions. Art’s slow burning affection for you and the way he kissed you like he was trying to take back words he hadn’t said yet. 

And you couldn’t bring it within yourself to feel bad. Not when you knew his girlfriend was fucking your boyfriend. It didn’t feel like an intentional choice you were making, it was just oh so easy to let Art climb into your bed and kiss your collarbone, to let him call you baby and to pry your knees open with one of his own. As if he didn’t belong to someone else. 

You’d never tell Art this, but sometimes you’d look over at him and try to picture her the way he’d see her. Glowing skin and soft divots. You’d known her your entire life, knew her better than anyone. Better than either of your parents’ probably would have allowed. You couldn’t help it, least of all back then, when it was just the two of you and no one else mattered. Some girls were meant to be looked at. 

Art looked at you like you were one of them. Gazes filled with such a longing look he almost looked devastated. Like you were withholding something from him at any given moment. You weren’t just sleeping with him, he’d knock on your door in the middle of the afternoon and kiss you sweetly with a DvD in hand. Or he’d drop by after training with a warm drink so you didn’t have to leave your dorm when you were studying. 

Patrick looked at you like he owned you, and you’d thought it was really hot at first, but now it made you bitter. Like he’d done nearly enough for you to belong to him. He loved looking at you, loved when you wore tennis skirts even though you didn’t play. He told you you had the thighs for them, and you let him believe you’d been happy to hear that. 

And Tashi? Tashi hadn’t looked at you in weeks. You didn’t notice it at first, but you saw less and less of her. No more post lecture lunches or study sessions. You stopped coming to her matches if Art or Patrick weren’t also playing the same day. 

So when she showed up at your dorm one afternoon without warning, you knew something had happened. “We need to talk.”

You didn’t argue with that, holding your door open wider for her. “I know.” You were resigned. This would be it. 

She stood in your room, back straight like she was about to give a speech. Her hair was tied back sloppily, with long dark pieces falling in front of her face. She’d cut it recently. It looked good. “How long?” She asked. 

You didn’t even think about lying to her. “I don’t know,” you admitted. “A while. Not for as long as you and Patrick.” If she looked surprised she didn’t show it, just sat down on your bed and stared off into the distance.

“So, you fucked my boyfriend.”

“You fucked mine first.” It came out defensively. 

“Does he know?” She asked. “Art? Does he…” you nodded. “Patrick doesn’t. He still thinks you’re interested in Art’s serve.”

You snorted. The two of you sat there for a moment, closer than you’d been in months and further apart than you’d been in years. “You could have told me,” you said eventually. “I would’ve understood.”

Tashi eyed you. “Would you have?”

“I would,” you insisted. “I love you.”

She laughed, not bitter, just exhausted. “Truce?” She held her pinky finger out to you. 

You took it without hesitation. “Truce.”

She left and was replaced with Art’s presence, him taking you in his arms in your bed, his legs hanging over the edge, and pressing his face into his neck, whispers of how much he missed you despite the fact that you weren’t his to miss and that he’d seen you only hours earlier. He didn’t only touch you like he wanted to fuck you, sometimes it felt like he was trying to remember what you felt like. Or like you were a palette cleanser. 

“You okay?” He murmured into your skin, feeling how tense you were. “You can tell me, sweetheart.”

You shook your head. “It’s easier when we don’t talk about it.” You turned away from him, not able to look at him. A slow burning fire, blinding and warm. He kissed the fleshy part of your jaw in response. 

And you felt kind of fucked up, the way the world kept spinning even with everything going on in your head. The way Patrick would lean in to touch you and you’d hesitate before letting him. The way you’d hear Tashi’s laugh from across the quad and feel the sound carve out a hollow in your chest. Art never pushed, never pried. He agreed, it was easier for both of you when you didn’t talk about them. He never asked you to choose, it wouldn’t have been fair to when he didn’t know who he’d pick either. 

He knew it was wrong, the way he felt about you. Like he kept renewing a library book and accidentally had it memorised. Like you could belong to him if he got enough pieces of you to keep. You hadn’t done it out of spite, but he had. Sure, when he’d been introduced to you as his girlfriend’s friend, he’d done his best to be respectful. But fuck, he’d be lying if he’d said some nights he didn’t think about you when he had a second alone. It had morphed, from that first, messed up time, it was messier. His body ached for a version of you he felt he’d maybe made up in his head. 

Tashi couldn’t be mad, not when the only reason your boyfriend didn’t notice your absence was because she was keeping him occupied. She knew how affection could bleed into longing when you weren’t paying attention. And she couldn’t blame Art, either, for being desperate to be twisted in your sheets. She’d suffered the same fate for long enough. 

Patrick didn’t think of himself as a bad guy. He just didn’t like to dwell — not the nights he spent with Tashi, not the way you looked at him when he’d snap at you in the heat of the moment. He wasn’t stupid. He knew what Art looked like when he was invested in someone, and he knew Tashi was giving him too much of herself to let Art get like that. But he let you think he didn’t know so he would get to kiss you on the forehead and go off to her. 

You didn’t mind being lied to by Patrick. Because on the nights he did spend with you, he’d whimper into your ear about how you were it for him, and those nights held more weight than anything. When he was lying to you, it was easy to see when he was telling you the truth.

But the truth didn’t matter when you were knocking on a door past midnight, when there were hands on your skin that weren’t your own, or when you’d sit in the stands of a tennis court, watching the three of them play like breathing. Like lying. Like touching you. 

It was so nice to be wanted, none of them could argue with you. So nice, that it didn’t even matter who it was by. 

[baa-whatever]

No Little Ghosts Came Back

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Some Eclipse angst and a bit of comfort.

I'm awful with fanfics so here's some practice I guess. If this post looks weird, I'm sorry, I tried fixing it.

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Eclipse woke up gasping for air. His chest burned and ached, his system was over heating. Oil tears dripped down his face while he clawed at his desk to keep himself from losing balance and falling out of his seat. He took a minute to calm his breathing before wiping his eyes. He looked around the dark office. He kept himself isolated in this small room in his lab with nothing but his chair, his desk and his computer ever since….

...Ever since the children disappeared.

HIS children. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, they were always HIS children. He took care of them. He loved them like any other parent should. Tried to protect them like any other parent would-- Eclipse buried his head in his hands as if the darkness wasn't enough to hide him away. He couldn't stop himself from letting the tears go down his face once again. Mimic. Eklipse. Afton.

That dead Monty. They all did this to him. And yet he was suppose to just….forgive that Monty? After what he did? After he helped them get away? Eclipse's body weighed heavy with regret, guilt, betrayal, heart break and he allowed himself to slip slowly from his chair down to the cold metal floor. He stared up at the ceiling lost in his thoughts of what he should've done, how he could've saved them, and why didn't he prepare himself better? His thoughts turned from mournful to hatred instantly and began screaming at himself. How could he let this happen? He should've done better. It was his fault they were gone. He couldn't save them. He should've killed Monty. But it was the virus that made him that way. Does it matter? He should've killed them all. Failure. Failure. Failure. Failure. Failure. Failure. Failure--

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

Eclipse's thoughts were interrupted by a familiar sound at the door. Companied by a small whine. Eclipse rolled over to his side with his back facing the door. He shut his eyes, hoping to fall back to sleep if he ignored the dog. But the scratching didn't stop. Soon the whines turned into barking. He covered his head with his arms and shouted for the dog to GO AWAY! After some time, the scratching finally stopped. He just wanted to go back to sleep. ….But the nightmares….He pulled his rays as he curled himself into a ball. He continued crying until exhaustion kicked in and he was back in his nightmares. Eclipse was in the middle of a dark hallway running. He was looking around frantically while quietly calling his kids names. Andrew. Andy. Jake. But nothing ever came. Just the sound

of his echoed footsteps. A door appeared up ahead and he slammed his shoulder into it to break it open. He kept running no matter how many doors there were, he had to find them. He had to save them. He knocked down another door and soon his echoed footsteps were followed by screaming. Lights turned red in each room he ran through. Cries for help echoed in each room he ran towards but it was always empty. He yelled. He screamed. He begged. He pleaded. He didn't dare stop running…he knew what would happen if he did. As if it knew, he could feel heavy breathing down his neck. Metal hands just inches away from his back. He cried for help but there was no answer. His chest burned hotter and he gasped for air once more. Metal was clanging against the floor behind him and it was getting closer, closer and closer…. But then it stopped. And the rooms disappeared. Suddenly the world was dark again but something felt different. Clouds appeared around him and his body gently sink into a cloud. And then the next one, and the next one, and the next one until his feet softly planted the ground. He looked to the blue sky where the sun was shining brightly. Something about this place was very different. Too tired to think, he laid down on the warm grass beneath the tree and watched the butterflies dance around his head until he closed his eyes. Eclipse woke up to find himself covered in blankets and pillows and some plushies. When he tried to move he felt weight on his body. He looked and he saw Sunlight snuggling up close to his back while holding his hand. If Eclipse had the energy to yell at him he would. He felt something move on the other side of him and glanced over to find that Charlie was also sleeping by him while holding onto his arm close. She was snoring softly. When he looked around a bit more, he could see that Clippy, Ballora, Mona and Flare were also in the room with him. All of them were sleeping except Flare. He was watching Eclipse silently in the corner of the office behind his desk with him. He gave him a nod. Eclipse sighed quietly. He didn't dare let of their hands.

"…Love you, guys…." He whispered quietly. In time he will heal. Not today, not tomorrow....but in time. He drifted off to sleep and was back in the field of butterflies in his dreams.

END

[cursesavior]

"Mm, I'm glad - I'm trying to be." Suguru murmurs with a melancholy smile, holding Satoru close as he pushes his way into his lap. There's still a comforting bit of warmth to his skin, his transformation recent enough that some of his human body heat still clung to him, and Suguru takes the opportunity to bury his face in the crook of his neck and soak it all in, knowing it'll soon fade and Satoru's pale skin will be as deathly cold as his own. He knows he's good at hiding his trauma from the rest of his followers - he's created a very particular image of himself, one where he's powerful but rational, fully in control of his own mind and body, a savior equally capable of protection and destruction. If they knew what he'd really been like when he first awakened, that image would be shattered - he couldn't let that happen, couldn't let them see the weakness and regret beneath the surface, everything would fall apart. It's all an act, a role he has to play until he reaches the finish line...

But, at least with Satoru, he can still be himself. He can rest assured that his one and only will accept him, faults and all.

He gives a weak laugh at his comment, reaching up to ruffle his hair playfully. "Hah, you're right - I can't imagine he tastes very good, especially to a sweet tooth like you." Gossip has always been a guilty pleasure of his - well, not that he actually feels all that guilty about it, more that he just wouldn't admit to getting that much enjoyment from it, despite how blatantly untrue that is. His expression softens after a moment, though, pressing a kiss to the side of his face- "But you know, I'm already proud of you. You've come so far."

And he doesn't just mean that in terms of handling himself well as a vampire- no, even before his transformation, Satoru had changed so much since they were reunited. He used to be petulant and selfish in their younger years, brash and reckless, caring little for others - and while Suguru hadn't been there after his supposed death, he can't imagine that made things any better. He'd heard the stories about him, an emotionless killing machine on the battlefield, the academy's pride and joy, the best vampire slayer they'd seen in decades. But now, he's grown up, matured, taken well to Suguru's cause and completely changed his perspective - it would almost be hard to believe this is the same boy he knew in their school years, if Suguru didn't know him better. But deep down, they're both the same people they've always been, aren't they?

His heart sinks a little at the question - there it is, the same hurt boy who'd lost his best friend, still there beneath it all, still wrestling with the grief. He holds onto him a little tighter, resting his forehead on his shoulder with a quiet sigh. He wishes there had been some other way, wishes he didn't have to leave Satoru without a word, allow him to think he was dead for nearly a decade - but what else could he have done? If he'd made any other decision, chances are they wouldn't be here right now.

"I thought you'd kill me," Suguru admits, voice heavy with guilt. "Or if not you, then someone - but you remember what they taught us back there. I was sure you'd think it would be better for me to die than live as a monster. I didn't see any way I could go back there and survive... And honestly, I didn't know if I could look you in the eyes again, after everything I'd done." By the time he'd regained his senses, he'd become exactly what they were taught to hate and fear at the academy, a trail of senselessly drained and viciously slaughtered corpses left in the wake of his transformation. He didn't want Satoru to see him like that - he'd rather he think he was dead, that he'd perished going down the noble path, that he remember him as a human. It seems foolish now, to think that Satoru would turn on him like that, but he was still so young back then, lost and confused about his place in this world, ashamed of what he'd become. He just didn't have it in him to face him back then.

Honestly, it's something of a relief when the topic changes to the academy itself, despite the fraught emotions surrounding the place where they'd spent their teenage years - it's complicated, but it's still easier to think about than the past. This concerns his future plans, the world he's going to create - it's easy to step back into the role of powerful leader, leaving his scared, remorseful self to the wayside. "I was wondering when you'd ask about that," He hums, shifting to meet Satoru's gaze once more. "It's not like I want to kill everyone there, if that's what you're thinking. I can't say they're all bad people - we were just the same, once, and I know some of our old friends are still there... It'll be tricky, but maybe there's some way we could evacuate those more... Amenable to our cause before we attack. Of course, it would be a disaster if that information leaked to the higher-ups..." Ah, so much to consider. Maybe he really will just try and get their old friends out, first - he never said his judgment was unbiased. If it means saving those he cares about, he doesn't mind some favoritism.

"Regardless, we're going to attack the academy with all of our strength, and take over their facilities for ourselves once we've chased them out. That'll be our first major step in dismantling the entire system - prevent them from training new vampire hunters, and it'll become much easier to achieve our goals. Whatever new hunters spring up won't be nearly as well-equipped or well-trained, especially if we take the teachers out of the equation..." He trails off, realizing that perhaps he's speaking a bit too casually about the murder of their former professors, the people they looked up to, once upon a time. He has to remind himself just what they were teaching them - hate and violence, the eradication of those different than themselves because they thought of them as a threat to humanity. "... It's going to be ugly, and there will likely be many casualties on both sides, but it has to be done. We can't win otherwise. All we can do is prepare our followers as much as we can..."

Fingers press into the sides of the plastic pouch, swishing around the warm liquid as he watches the way that Suguru almost struggles to form a coherent retelling of his own time as a baby vampire, of the first few days in which he had become someone else. The thought of someone else leaving him alone, of someone turning him without a care as a punishment and not caring about the consequences, makes Satoru’s stomach roil. His throat feels too tight; suddenly the blood doesn’t taste as appetizing as it once had. Suguru had been all alone in the world; he had gone on a mission as a human and then was turned, left to fend for himself and give into the bloodlust that coursed through his veins. There had been no one there to be a gentle guiding space for him  ––  there wasn’t anyone offering him a blood bag nor was there someone guiding him with a firm fist in his hair when he drank too much. There’s a soft moment where Satoru debates on whether or not Suguru even enjoys being a vampire or if he’s just happily begun to play the role that he was given. He’s always been the more adaptable of the two  ––  and now he has a following, ones that happily rise up to meet his every demand. He’s alone no longer, but is that enough to placate such a dark time in his life?

“You’re a good sire, you know.”  The words are soft, falling from his lips as he coaxes his way into Suguru’s lap, feeling the hard press of his body against his own. It soothes something in him, the way that the brunette completely curls himself around him, like being protected when he is nothing more than a monster now.  “You would never know what you’ve been through.”  He reaches up, runs fingers along his jaw carefully; he doesn’t like to see the look that he has in his eyes now, that hardness and the loneliness that stretches for far too long. Satoru would destroy anyone if it meant that he didn’t have to see that again.  “I’ll do my best to make you proud and not kill Jerome of being a pesky little fuck. I’m sure his blood would taste like whiskey at this point anyway.”  A derisive sniff, an attempt to make Suguru smile again.

Tongue runs along his fangs for a moment, testing the sharpness of them as he thinks. It makes sense then why Suguru is so careful with him, how he has been asking constantly if this was something that he wanted, how he had to consent loud and clear that being a vampire was his choice. Everything that he had gone through may have hollowed him out in the long run, but he has in turn become the sire that they had all heard about when they had been in the academy, learning weaknesses and who to truly target. But thinking of the academy raises more questions than anything, and Satoru shifts a little so that he knows that he’s not alone, knows that as dark as his thoughts and his story might have turned, there will always be Satoru in order to ground him. He doesn’t know how comforting it actually is in the moment, but he gives it his best shot and speaks around the straw in his mouth.  “Why didn’t you come home? I know you were turned, but maybe we could have helped you.”  

It’s a long shot of a thought, one that is spoken from a boy who had his heart broken when his best friend had been declared dead. One who had spent far too long at a memorial in the pouring rain, swallowing hard with hands shaking as the flowers felt too cartoonish, felt too insincere. They wouldn’t have been able to help him and somewhere deep down, he knows that. There was an aching bite in his soul when he even thought of it, of how horrendous he had been for so long because the world had thought less of them. The world had bit into their veins and spun a narrative that all vampires were bad, that there was nothing more than slaying. He hadn’t wanted to believe it, even back then  ––  but what choice did they have? There was no talk of living in harmony with the creatures, of just minding their own business so long as the body counts didn’t get too high. What about this right here? The blood bag in his hands? If they donated every month at the academy, could they not stave off the hunger pains that newborns felt?

It was all questions that he could ask in hindsight, but that he would never get answers for. No, now he was thinking with the mind of a creature and seeing the errors of his ways, and there was no going back. He knows that he would stand by Suguru’s side, even if it meant slaughtering everyone at the academy. Maybe he could get Haibara, Shoko, and Nanami out  ––  they’ve all been fed up with the academy for so long, leaving the moment that they got the chance to. Shoko was still there though, tending to wounds and researching vampires, making new weapons in order to strengthen their chances against them. But the other two…Nanami would keep Haibara safe, he could keep him away from the academy on the day that they attacked, lure him into a day in the city or something similar. Fingers twitch; this isn’t even his call to make  ––  he had agreed to serve Suguru the moment that they had met once more. There was an ache that twisted in his chest because he knows Suguru will listen to him, but he’s never once stopped to ask just what the real goal was.

The question is timid when it finally escapes him.  “What do you plan on doing to the academy?”

[crimeronan]

man. i bet clone adams having a Normal One abt the fact that his life is directly dependant on ronan and if ronan dies, he dies. i bet hes being so normal abt it.

"No, I don’t even want to think about it. Doing this again. I’m not doing this again. Knock it off.”

“Oh? Spoken like someone who’s… fucked up about all this?”

Ronan shoved her again, though not with any particular force. “I hope all your eyeliner falls into a swamp.”

“Dream Boy will be fine. He’s got a new identity and cash and connections, right? Hell of a lot more than my girls ever had. You probably did him a favor. Fucking around in dreamspace isn’t nearly as fun as fucking your clone and boyfriend in-”

“I swear to fucking-”

“It’s all right, Lynch. Really. Shit happens. Dust off your hands and move on.”

It was very difficult to argue with this. From this perspective, yes, Ronan was no longer involved in the situation. The new Adam clearly wanted nothing to do with him, so Ronan had no reason to interact. Original Adam had said it on the phone, earlier, so clearly trying to be gentle that abrasion would have hurt less. “I can guarantee he’s never going to want to see you again.”

There was nothing worse that Ronan could do to Adam than make him a dream.

This was his great sin. This was why the situation could never happen again. It didn’t matter what the new Adam chose to do with his life or whether he chose to be a fucking idiot. It mattered that Ronan had ruined his entire fucking life. It mattered that Ronan had tethered Adam to him, body and soul, a leash and a choke collar and a life sentence. It mattered that Ronan had done the worst thing imaginable, and now this Adam would suffer, because Ronan had dragged him into a living nightmare.

“I don’t think I would cope very well with being a dream,” Adam had said earlier, on the phone, and Ronan’s voice had broken as he snorted, “You fucking think?”

Ronan leaned his head against Hennessy’s shoulder. Just a little, with the plausible deniability of cramped space. He closed his eyes. “How did you keep all your girls from fucking killing each other?”

[squarebracketsmileyface]

Thinking about Jam again and how angsty I can make the next fic after My Girl

Found this on a discord server I'm on lol and immediately went "me and the urge to make angst as angsty as possible"

[hauntingblue]

Jayce telling vi she won't make it on her own.... okay mr. projector...

[quarterlifekitty]

Cw: cum eating lol

Goddess!Reader as a forgotten deity— a small temple hidden in a cave, completely overgrown with vines and moss. The marble of the flooring is cracked and split with the dripping water and the roots of the overgrowth. There is a statue of you— life sized, not grand or impressive. The skylight of the cave bathes it in sun and moonlight as the days go by.

Warrior!König who finds your little shrine and is enchanted. He has always felt like an outsider— that he has never belonged, and never looked at with familiarity. Maybe it’s his loneliness getting to him, but he feels warmth in the gaze of the statue. You’re a beautiful figure. Despite the state of the place, he feels at home. He doesn’t have much— but he clears some vines and dust off of the offering altar and leaves a fig and a handful of oats.

In his next battle, he finds some uncanny things happening around him. He’ll be dueling an enemy, when a stray beam of light will move in just the right way to blind him for a moment, allowing König to land the killing blow. He’s about to be struck from behind with his assailant’s sword catches in the scabbard for just a moment— long enough for König to turn and fend him off. Could this be his offering at work?

He comes back. This time with an orange, and a gold piece. He gives himself a few moments to admire your form— your breasts perfect, your smile gentle and content. He uses his sword to clear a bit more debris— enough to leave you more clearly visible.

He continues to excel. Not through any supernatural strength, but due to these small strokes of luck finding him at the perfect moment. His sword striking at just the right angle to land in the chip of his enemy’s weapon, cracking it in the fault and rendering it useless. One of his arrows manages to pierce through one target and into another.

He becomes your single worshipper— and the most devoted. He brings fruits, coin, fresh cloth, milk…. And his visits become longer. He lets his hands linger when he touches the cool marble of your statue. He’s taken in a moment of weakness— infatuated with the one figure that seems to care for him— and he touches himself to your image, spilling his seed across your altar— against the red grapes he’d brought for you.

König falls asleep looking at your form. There is no plaque nor writing in your temple— he doesn’t even know your name. When he wakes, the pedestal holding your statue is empty, but he feels a warmth curled into his side, looking down to see you finishing the last of a stem of grapes.

[timmydraker]

Tim accidently referring to the Joker as Dad but those who know about Joker Jr aren’t present and so everyone is left with the ‘realisation’ that Tim is the son of the biggest nightmare to their family.

It’s probably Jason and Steph, her there to bother Tim but Jason went to the manor for food and the two naturally started arguing. Maybe Jason tells Tim to stop costing on his case and prove a point be made against blonde, but Tim just offhandedly goes, “Later, I think my dad broke out of Arkham again but the guards aren’t doing anything. Maybe they’re in on it…”

The two present naturally look at each other with confusion and for the first time stop bickering to peak over his shoulder and see what his case is because, holy shit Tim had a villain for a dad and didn’t tell us? Only to see numerous photos of the Joker in his cell and many reports over the last week of how he’s been behaving and Jason…

Steph pushes the man out of the room when she sees his face go from frozen fear to anger, thinking it’s towards Tim and his secrecy and, while she totally gets that, now isn’t the time.

Though when they get into the Jason starts a rant about how Bruce and Dick should have told him that the monster had a child, even if that child wasn’t Tim! Jason protects kids! Did they think he’d hurt him just because of who his father is?

No!

If anything, he’d become the kids full time body guard to stop that mad man from making Tim into another version of himself!

The two naturally go to tell the others, pulling Damian, Cass and Duke into a mostly unused room and telling them what they discovered, all while Tim stays in the library working on his case.

Cass is beyond worried but also confused because he doesn’t seem to have any physical characteristics of the Joker or Harley, but maybe the mother is different? Perhaps it’s still Janet and either she had a fling with the Joker or something far worse, which makes the young girl enraged on the woman’s behalf.

Damian makes a comment about him killing Tim, not in a serious manner but more as an option, but Duke shuts it down, saying that having a villain for a parent doesn’t mean anything about who you will be. He points out those in the family of that nature and other heroes like Superboy.

When asked why they didn’t get Dick or Babs involved, Jason says they defiantly know and lied about it.

It’s only after another three hours of working that Tim catches himself referring to the Joker as dad and shuts his laptop, making his way to Bruce’s room to hide under the older man’s bed like he usually does when that happens, only to overhear what his siblings are saying.

Tim presses his ear against the door to hear better.

“If that maniac had a kid, surely he’d have told everyone he had an heir or something.” That’s Steph’s voice, filled with worry that only he and Cass could detect as she hides it under a whiney tone.

Jason is next to respond, “maybe he doesn’t know? I mean, did Tim ever even interacted with him before he became Robin?”

It doesn’t take much more than that for Tim to realise that he must have been talking aloud again or absently answered someone earlier and misspoke in front of them.

Panic fills him as he avoids telling Bruce when he gets bad, even if it’s just a small thing, because the older man will start of being a concerned parent then go into Batman mode and only just stop himself from putting Tim in the confinement cell. Sure Tim came up with the idea of the cell so he wouldn’t hurt anyone if his conditioning got too bad, but he’s learnt the signs. He’s not a mindless drone, he still knows who he is and doesn’t hear someone talking to him or anything like that.

He just… sometimes forgets the Joker hurt him.

It’s not Tim’s fault that memories of watching TV with him and Harley, tucked between them with a big bowl of ice cream felt better than most memories of his real parents.

But he knows it’s wrong, always comes back to calling the Joker his enemy.

Bruce just doesn’t get that.

Tim hears them talk a bit more, theories about who his mother might be, if Tim is safe at the manor, if Joker knows he has a son…

Opening the door, Tim stands there and stares at them as all eyes snap to him in alarm.

He doesn’t let anybody speak, cutting them all off quickly, “He’s not my dad. Go the cave and search for file number 26557933301-JJ and put in the code AGELAST, all caps.”

With that he turns and leaves, walking at first before running to Bruce’s room to hide.

He goes to family dinner and pretends not to notice the quietness or how Jason is still there, eating his food quietly and waiting for the ball to drop.

Naturally, Damian is the one to say what he wants first, “So why is okay that Tim shot the joker but I got in trouble for stabbing Bane?”

Everyone groans.

[apatheticsunday]

Graveyard Favors

AKA "The Lazarus Pit doesn't exist and Jason Todd crawls out of his grave. Only for a huge, red-eyed dog to escort him to the Ghost King, who apologies for making him a zombie. But, uh, I can kill your murderer for you?" prompt!

(Also known as Grimm!Cujo plays fetch with a Zombie Robin and Danny's just trying to undo a really, really bad clerical error.)

I like the idea of Cujo playing as a sort of Church Grimm, Charon (Ferryman of the Styx River in the Underworld), and Cerberus. He protects graves, guides the dead, and is Danny's personal guard dog to the entrance of the Infinite Realms. There are portals in every graveyard across the Realms because ghosts typically haunt where their bodies are. The King's servants collect the ghosts from Earth graves and safely into the Ghost Zone.

But what happens when a ghost re-enters its original dead body?? Do the servants just... shrug it off, say it's an Earth problem? Or do they do the workplace equivalent of going to the manager? I like the idea that it's actually Danny's fault and he's scrambling to keep it under wraps, to not do any worse of a job than he already is (he's still young for a Ghost King, he's going to make a lot of mistakes early on, right?).

Maybe Danny wasn't paying attention to his paperwork, had been stamping documents with his Royal Seal without really reading it, and Clockwork slipped in an Undead Appeal form in Danny's pile to teach him a lesson. The Appeal is for one Jason Todd-Wayne, located in a small plot in Gotham City.

So, Danny does what any person trying to undo a really bad mistake does. He says, "Don't worry about it, I'm taking care of it!" Except it's literally a human being he reanimated after being dead for several months. He's utterly terrified he's created the first of an unstoppable zombie plague or he's going to Ghost Jail for unknowingly violating the Geneva Convention of the Ghost Zone. Either way, Danny knows he has to handle this himself.

And there's Jason, leaning against a wolf-sized Cujo, at the foot of his grave. He looks... lost. Exhausted, alone. And Danny's like, oh, Hells, I did that. That's my fault. Cujo snuffles worriedly against Jason's face.

"Jason? Jason Todd?" Danny calls out. He wonders belatedly if he should've worn his High King of Infinite Realms attire, but he's still in Tucker's ratty Amity-Uni sweater and ripped jeans. Jason looks up at him from where he's now slouched against Cujo, slowly inching his way closer to the ground.

"I-my name's Danny. I'm-"

"Hospital," Jason rasps, nearly fully on the ground now. And oh, yeah, being freshly undead probably isn't as easy as switching between human and Ghost. Hells, what was he thinking? So, Danny finds himself in the Gotham Hospital waiting room as Jason's being treated and he's sitting there thinking about how to reintroduce himself. He can't be a stuttering, unsure mess when he's admitting to a grave error. Would Jason even believe him? Probably not, right?

That's how Jason Todd wakes up to the High King of Infinite Realms, Space, and the Dead next to his beside.

Danny admits his mistake, apologizes, and offers a Royal Boon in the form of an unbreakable vow. Anything his zombie needs or wants, the High King will provide. He probably should've expected it when Jason immediately says he wants to murder the Joker, brutally, painfully. Personally.

It's surprisingly easy to sign a Death Warrant.

(Later, after the Joker's prolonged and agonizing death is reported by the Gotham News, Jason asks Danny for money. Danny's like?? I already helped you avenge your murder?? And Jason just guilt-trips the ever-loving shit out of him. You brought me back from the dead a penniless and homeless zombie, you even said you'd provide for me, but now you're takin' it back?? Are you a fuckin' liar?? Danny's like, no, you're right, I'm so, so, so sorry, here's like 20k in Ancient Gold. Cue side-story of Danny unintentionally becoming Jason "Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss" Todd's sugar daddy.)

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

De-aged Danny shenanigans with an adult Damian taking after his father.

Danny, about 6: *drigging through the trash*

Damian, 26: Hello? Are you alright?

Danny, whips around to look at him with glowing green eyes: hissssss

Damian, blinks: Oh, dear....Are you hungry?

Danny, suspicious:... yeth

Damian, nods: If you come with me, we can either go to a batburger down the street or my apartment a block over. I have a washer and dryer I can run your clothes through while you bathe.

Danny: Are you trying to kidnap me?

Damian: If I was, I'd be a fool to say so

Danny: mm twue...why else would you want to help me though?

Damian: one. It would be irresponsible of me to level a toddler alone, in an alley, in Gotham.

Danny, pouting: I'm not a toddler

Damian: Two. I will never hear the end of it from my siblings whether or not I help you, but it'd be more teasing than lecturing if I do help you.

Danny: Why would they do dat?

Damian: If you don't have any place to go, I might just tell you. But only if I can make sure you don't tell the wrong person.

Danny: I'm good wif secrets!

Damian, amused: We shall see. And now third and final reason. Are you aware your eyes are glowing green?

Danny, gasps and slams his eyes shut: You're not supposed to see!

Damian, softly: It's okay. I understand what that means. One of my elder brothers' eyes glow the same way. It must have been very scary for you to die

Danny, sniffling: It was... does his eyes weally glow green?

Damian: They do. His usually glow when he gets angry, is it the same with you?

Danny, now blinking blue glowing eyes at Damian: mmm? No? Green is too much bad emotion

Damian: Bad emotion?

Danny: Mad, um, strezz? No, the bigger one!

Damian: Panic or anxiety?

Danny, points at him with a bounce: Yeah!!

Damian, amused and concerned: I see

Danny: mmm let's see, um, and scared?

Damian: Interesting. Jason's eyes are usually an indicator of angry, but I know he likes to cover his fear and concern with that same anger. I shall look into it. On that note. And what does glowing blue mean?

Danny, blinks: Blue?

Damian: Yes. Did you know your eyes are glowing blue now?

Danny, shocked: No! They didn't do that before!... At least I don't think they did?

Damian: Well, they're a very pretty shade of blue.

Danny: Maybe... Maybe that's how my parents noticed...

Damian, trying not to frown: What did your parents notice?

Danny, turning his big teary eyes on Damian: That I'm not fully human anymore. They didn't notice. They never noticed!

Damian, slowly reaching out to the kid to see if he'd accept a hug: Sounds like your parents didn't deserve you.

Danny, giving into his childish instincts and flinging himself into Damian's arms to sob his little heart out: They didn't even know I died! It's not fair! I'm not weally human and it's their fault! I hate their stupid po-po- THING! It shocked me and it hurt and now I'm dead and it's their fault!

Damian: *gently rocking Danny til he tires himself out*

Danny, sniffling: It's not fair...

Damian: Something I've found is, it never is. Every stray my father has housed has had an unbearably harsh life, and I, being his blood son, was no different. My mother and her father raised me for the first ten years of my life, and I've come to understand that my childhood was not a good one. It took me a long time and a lot of patience from my eldest brother to come to realize what I was missing.

Danny: Like, Jazzy?

Damian: mm? Who's Jazzy?

Danny: My big sister. She's a big know it all, but she tries...

Damian: Well, that's-

Danny, jolts in Damian's hold: Tried! *GASP* Jazzy doesn't know mom and dad didn't kill me!! *pause* um, kill me again?

Damian: Well, we'll have to tell her, won't we? You wouldn't happen to know her full name? I can ask my family to contact her while we get you cleaned up

Danny: Yeah! Her name is Jasmine Fenton! She goes to a big big school here! That's why I came here! I just... I got lost..

Damian: That won't do

Damian, pulls out his phone and calls Barbara while starting to walk to his apartment: Gordon. I have a request.

Barbara: Yeah? Whatcha got, baby bat?

Damian: Can you look up a Jasmine Fenton? I have something she will probably want back.

Barbara: Holy shit! Is that a child??

Damian, sighs: Yes, it's her little brother. He ran away from a bad situation with his parents and got lost trying to find his elder sister.

Barbara: Alright. I'll check out her entire life to make sure she's safe to- wait. Damian, is that kid's name Danny?

Damian, realizing he never asked: One moment.

Damian, looks down at a sleepy, but curious Danny: Is your name Danny?

Danny, beams: Yeah!!

Barbara: Caught that, but, uh, Damian, Danny is supposed to be 20, not...4? 5? Not a tiny child

Damian: umm... Danny did you used to be older?

Danny, shrinks into himself and his eyes turn green: Ye-yeah... I don't know why I'm little... mommy did something and it Huuurt and hurt til suddenly I was free and I ran and hid in a bus

Damian, soothingly petting his back: Okay, it's okay, we'll figure it out.

Barbara: Take care of him for the night, we'll contact his sister tomorrow at a reasonable time. I'm not finding anything too concerning on her yet so she's probably safe

Damian: Copy that. Goodnight, Gordon.

Barbara, teasing: Goodnight, mini-Bruce!

Damian, flushes, but doesn't deny it before hanging up and glancing towards Danny: That was Barbara Gordon. A family friend. She'll help us find your sister, but you'll be staying with me for tonight.

Danny, sleepy: Okay..

Damian, slipping into his apartment lobby and going straight up the stairs, ignoring the gaping attendants: Don't fall asleep just yet. You will be fed and bathed first

Danny, huffs, but straightens up: What food?

Damian: That depends, I only really have vegetarian food so I suppose we'll have to find something you'll eat

Danny: Sam is vegetarian! I eat vegetarian sometimes with her!

Damian: hm? Very good, then it should be easier for me to feed you

Damian and Danny have a wonderful time. Danny is fed, watered, and cleaned up before being set up with a quiet sound machine to sleep. Damian has a crisis over wanting to keep Danny and suddenly understands his father's adoption habit. He sets alarms to check on Danny throughout the night, but it's otherwise uneventful.

[luvyeni]

ONE MORE BEFORE YOU GO ♱. ── ( 엔하이픈 )

trying to get them to stay and go another round …

𝓲𝓲 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒𓈒 ( 엔하이픈 x fem!reader )   ─── ❛ genre ⸝⸝ smut. content warning. allusions to sex , cursing word count. 0.8k 「 req? ⦂ yes/no 」 library  !

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ i was so confused on how to write this , idky

﹙ 𝐢𝐯. 정원 : jungwon﹚ .ᐟ

“that pouty face isn’t gonna work this time.” he said looking down at your pouty face , you were wrapped up in nothing but a sheet. “it worked last time.” you purred , purposely letting the blanket fall. “fuck , you’re really pushing your luck.” he looked at the time — he was gonna be only 5 minutes late if he left right now. “why worry about the time when you can just stay here.” he chuckled. “stay here , and what fuck you all day?” you shrug, you perfect mounds on display. “doesn’t seem like a bad idea to me.”

“you’re insatiable.” he said ; the entire time he’s slowly losing jus mind. “you know you want to.” you said , he checked the time once more — he’ll be 10 minutes late if he leaves now… but he won’t be late at all if he just doesn’t go , plus he’ll be able to feel you all over again. “i promise this is the last time this will ever happen.” he said kissing your lips. “let’s see how wet you are for me.”

﹙ 𝐢𝐯. 희승 : heeseung ﹚ .ᐟ

hearing you whine for the 10th time as he put his clothes on makes him laugh. “glad to know my suffering brings you happiness and entertainment.” you roll around in the bed , barely clothed , normal that would be enough for heeseung; but he was already 30 minutes late to practice. “im laughing because you’re just too cute baby , whine and throwing a tantrum because i wont fuck you again , even though i just made you cum three times.”

“but im still horny.” you said sitting up on your knees. “please , just once more.” you pouted. “and then you’re free to go.” you said , pulling at his belt loop. “you’re crazy.” he said , his lips barely brushing against yours. “for you yes.” he giggled , time long forgotten. “you what baby fuck it , lay back.” he said , hovering above you. “i can’t leave my girl all needy and this wet for me can i , what kinda boyfriend would i be?”

﹙ 𝐢𝐯. 제이 : jay ﹚ .ᐟ

sighing as you rub his shoulders; he knows what you’re trying to do. “what if you’re just 20 minutes late?” you purr into his ear. “what can it hurt?” you kissed behind his ear — you were gonna kill him in the best possible way. “because 20 minutes will turn into a hour messing around with you princess , the boys are already blowing my phone like crazy and — fuck.” he threw his head back as you kissed his neck some more. “please.” your hands working on his chest. “you know you want to.”

he couldn’t hold back anymore; turning around , hovering above you. “you’re so spoiled baby.” he said , wrapping your legs around his waist. “it’s all your fault.” you bit back playfully. “yeah?” he smirked , bring his thumb to your bottom lip. “let me take full responsibility then , fuck you the way you should be.”

﹙ 𝐢𝐯. 제이크 : jake﹚ .ᐟ

he literally has to fight himself internally to get out of the bed and leave you every morning even when you don’t have mind blowing morning sex , but it’s 100x times harder leaving out the door when you’re still begging for another round. “baby.” he whined. “i can’t i'm already late.” keep in mind he’s still hard himself and your begging isn’t doing him any good. “please jake , i need you so much.” he really needs to leave , his phone has already been blowing up.

he falls for it everytime ; the ole ‘just a kiss before you go.’ bending down to kiss you ; only for him to deepen the kiss , he can’t help it , he just loves kissing you ; it gets him all worked up. “fuck you do this all the time.” he moaned against your neck. “jake please fuck me.” you moaned… safe to say jake showed up to practice an hour late that day.

﹙ 𝐢𝐯. 성훈 : sunghoon ﹚ .ᐟ

his shirt isn’t even buttoned up; as he rushes to put his pants and shoes on. “shit im so fucking late right now.” you on the other hand; you’re up and on one already. “see so it doesn’t matter; you’re already late.” you said , he stared at you , you were the reason he was late now , you looked so good in the morning he couldn’t help himself. “we’ve been at it since early this morning , im not sure how im gonna stay awake during practice.” he said. “how are you still so fucking needy.”

“because you look good.” you smiled with a look anything but innocent. “how about you stay home then?” he scoffed. “of course you’d say that.” he said , yet he’s the one kicking his shoes off , crawling back in bed. “are you gonna call the guys and tell them you were being such a needy slut for me today that’s why i didn’t show up?” you nodded. “if you stay in this bed and fuck me all day then i’ll tell them anything.” knowing sunghoon he’s gonna definitely hold you to it.

﹙ 𝐢𝐯. 선우 : sunoo ﹚ .ᐟ

“sorry my love.” he said quickly trying to get ready while you persuade him to stay behind. “but i can’t stay any longer.” you looked so good laying in bed , but sunoo was already so late. “why.” you pouted. “i miss you already.” you said. “what about one more round , then i guess you can go and leave me here to die.” he shook his head at how dramatic you were being , but alas he couldn’t tell you no , even if jungwon was currently blowing his phone up.

“just one more okay.” he crawled back into bed with you. “then i really have to go my love.” he kissed both sides of your cheeks. “so pretty.” he whispered , grinding his lower region against yours. “how can i ever say no to you.”

©️LUVYENI

[producedbysohyun]

Protective

Squid game x reader hcs

Summary: How the squid games characters would be protective over you

Includes: Thanos, In-ho, Gi-hun, Dae-ho, Myung-gi, Hyun-ju (squid game au)

Warnings: mentions of death, might be a little repetitive because I just feel like they would act similar.

Masterlist

a/n: Mb this is pretty short but I haven’t posted in awhile so I wanted to post something (I might add to this as time goes on) !! Please enjoy !!

Thanos:

Let’s just say that if anyone lays a finger on you, they are dead 🤗

You literally don’t have to worry about dying when you are with him

Always has his arm around your shoulder or waist so everyone knows to not try anything with you

During the night he holds onto you so tightly you feel like you could suffocate

He just really doesn’t want anything to happen to you 😔

If you really don’t want to play the games he will cave and vote X

You mean way more to him than money

No matter how bad his debt is

*cough* 1 billion *cough*

In-ho:

Idk how you would get in the game in the first place cause he definitely wouldn’t let you but

Ya you are not dying

Has full control of the game and will do everything he can to make sure you don’t die

Even if it means playing unfairly

Tells the guards to not kill you even if you didn’t pass the game

Definitely tells the guards to give you extra food so you have energy 😭

You’re basically just gonna be playing the games on easy mode

Gi-hun:

Bro has nothing to lose besides you so he’s gonna do everything he possible can to keep you alive

Doesn’t let you go anywhere alone

Beats himself up about not trying harder to end the games because if he did then neither of you would be in this situation right now

Never sleeps because he knows that fights happen at night and he wants to make sure you’re safe

Would immediately put himself in danger if it meant you would be ok

Makes sure you pass the games before even worrying about himself

Dae-ho:

Does not take his eyes or hands off of you

Is not afraid to defend you either verbally or physically

Even tho he is freaked out about the games as well he doesn’t let it get to him and tells himself he has to be brave for you

Always puts your safety above his

Ends up getting no sleep at night because he’s so scared something is gonna happen to you

Always insists on giving you his food even tho he is hungry

In his mind, you matter more.

Myung-gi:

Wanted to keep playing the games but when he figured out you were there he voted for X as he wanted anything but for you to be dead or hurt

Will literally kill anyone who bad mouths you (that one scene when he killed Thanos because he said something about Jun-hee 🤭 rip Thanos 😞)

Doesn’t let you leave his sight for a second

During the special game where the lights went out and everyone was killing each other he just kept you behind him the entire time

Boy was ready to risk his life for you 😭

If you get separated during a game he will probably scold you out of worry before realizing that he’s literally yelling at you for something you couldn’t control

You better believe he won’t let you get separated from him again

Hyun-ju:

Girl would do absolutely anything to keep you alive

Holds your hand 24/7

You guys are NOT getting separated

Doesn’t care about herself

As long as you’re alive she’s ok

Would absolutely crash out if anything happened to you

If you wanted to join the revolt with them she would tell you no instantly

Because if you ended up dying and it was her fault she would never forgive herself

Can’t sleep because she wants to watch over you pt.2 😢

a/n: I hope you guys liked this!! I know I say that requests are closed rn but I will take requests for hcs !! Not for a singular character but if it’s for multiple characters I will gladly write it !!

[nightingale-prompts]

After Image AU- DCxDP prompt

"Do you hate me?" He asked rolling to face Danny.

"No." Danny said simply "Go to sleep."

They had found shelter for the night, it was only temporary though. It was an old abandoned church next to a cemetery.

"But it's all my fault."

"Hush. Hating you would be the same as hating myself."

"They could have separated us."

"That would have killed us both. I may not like sharing a body but we are meant to stay together."

Danny knew they were wrong. That's what happens when your conciseness was split in two. One remained alive the other dead. They had the same memories and emotions but they were so different. The other's logic just diverged when it came to ghosts vs mortals. More then that neither knew who was the original. If there even was an original. Maybe the Danny from before no longer existed and the split made them imprints of what was no longer there.

Now they were Danny. They both had to believe they were the original. Because if they weren't...what were they.

But after everything that happened at least they weren't alone.

"We ruined everything"

"We survived."

"I miss them."

"I'll protect us."

That's all that matters anymore. Survive.

They weren't heros or villains. They were just victims of a situation they couldn't change. They had to figure something out soon though. Gotham was their best bet so far. If there was anywhere where they could live normally it was here. They disagreed about how to do it though.

"Being a goon for a bit might get us enough money."

"And what? We won't be able to get out and who's going to hire a 16 year old?"

"Plenty I bet. What is your plan then?"

"Maybe join the league. We have powers and-"

"And what? Study us? Separate us?!"

"You don't know."

"You don't either."

So who could they go to? They looked like they were nothing more than a homeless mentally ill teenager. Talking to himself wasn't helping his case. At this rate they'll end up at Arkham.

[plumipal]

The Tattoo (part two)

After scarabias overblot, and seeing what ace and Deuce were willikg to do for you, you were so touched that you decided ro get them tattooed on your body as a small heart and a spade. After that chaos ensues-

If you wanna read the whole prolouge, then it's here

Floyd feels a lot. He feels betrayed and enraged over the tattoo, feeling the urge to fight those two damn guppies you call friends. How dare you betray your mate like this, you were meant to be! Atleast he will show you that he will fight for his mate, if that's good or bad that's for you to decide...

He hates the tattoo, yet as much as he hates it he can't really put the anger onto you. It's that damn mackerel and crabs fault! They must have forced you into it! Don't worry, like the good mate he is he will mark over their dumb marks, showing who's boss. He hates hurting you but he needs to do what has to be done to show that you're his...

Jade is... off. As soon as he hears about the tattoo his composure just, shatters. He cant understand why you would play him like this, you're quite cruel aren't you? Playing him like this, making him lose his composure... you want him to kill to show how much he cares? Because he will- in fact, he will use any dirty tricks in the book to make sure he wins, magic or not..

If magic won't work, he will result to desperately trying to insert himself into your life more than he already has. You'll have a personal butler at this point, one begging for your attention and affection,, to think all this started because of a harmless tattoo...

Azul is about to throw up. The world is spinning, he feels like he is about to throw up. This can't be happening, right?? You, you really hate him don't you? Why else would you get those two troublemakers a tattoo but not him...

The desperation gets worse, the longer he thinks about it. He cant stop crying, having to lock himself in the vip lounge so nobody sees how this issue has reduced him to a sobbing little crybaby. The desperation turns somewhat into determination, the urge to write up the best contract ever to make you happy, maybe throw in a little condition where you need to get a matching tattoo with him..

Jamil is about to have another overblot. He, he is the reason? His overblot? He can't, he cant take it. Being the main reason for the tattoo makes him lose his mind. He avoids you for a week, nor being able to look at you without losing his composure and crying on the spot.

Desperation grows, turing ugly. He cant control himself, searching you out after a week of not seeing you. He begs for forgiveness, for you to not hate him, please, he begs you... He needs you, he needs you in his life, he needs you to love and cherish him, to be your number one.

Kalim feels off. This is one of the few times where he doesn't get what he wants. It's an unknown feeling, a hated feeling. He could be fine with anything else, bur a tattoo of your friends? Isn't he your friend too?? Is it because of the overblot that happened at his dorm? He will get you anything if it means that you'll forgive him! Please, he is begging you..

The jealousy grows, turning into an ugly mess. He cant help but hate on the Adeuce duo, hating them for taking you from him. He tries to endlessly gift you anything you look at for more than a second, trying to get you to spend countless hours at scarabia with several parties a week that always end in a romantic carpet ride. He tries really hard, okay? Just let him show you he is the best choise...

Epel is enraged, how dare you? The emotions get too intense, and he storms off. He cant believe you, picking favourites in your group? They may have been there before you but he loves you way more than they could ever love you!

He is in constant state of dissaray the first day, his anger rising the more he thinks about it. The anger stops being directed towards you and instead those two dumbasses, Ace and Deuce. He cant stand their asses! Going straight to battle living shit out of them.

Only, that isn't how it goes for him. He gets his ass kicked with everyone he tries to fight, getting so beat up he can barely stand up straight. Oh well, he can atleast leech off of you to nurse him back to health. You have to, please, he is begging for some alone time with you...

Also please someone help him with getting a new blazer, his old one is currently torn to shreds. The fights he got into wasn't really that good for him, since he is trying to fight people twice his size. Only for you, he would only go so far for you...

Rook feels... nothing. He can't bring himself to feel emotions currently, too stuck up on the tattoo. Sure, it's such a beautiful thing you care enough for someone that you would permanently etch that into your body. But why? Why couldn't it have been him? He is your friend too (he wish he was more to you, but that can wait, he will wait eons for you, only you)...

You feel bad for the man, wondering why he was so down all of the sudden. You still care about him (you care for everyone, they're you're friends after all), deciding to let him stay the night at ramshackle. He is forever grateful for your endless kindness, swearing to get into your good graces just so he can one day also get a tattoo..

Vil is desperate, he is emotional. The pain of not only comming second, but THIRD in your heart, it feels like you are stabbing him over and over again in the heart. He cant breathe, he cant stop the tears wellinh up in his eyes, he cant stop the emotions overflowimg his poor body. Why would you do something so heinous to this poor actor, he only wanted your love...

He has been acting since he was a little kid, yet this time he cant control his emotions, the stakes are too high. Your love is on the line! He can't stand to look himself in the mirror, feeling way too ugly for his emotions, his outbursts, his feelings. He wants to be enough for you, and he will do anything to achieve that..

THERES PART TWO DONE!!! The literal biggest thank you to @artdolliewishes for helping so much and expanding on the au with me!! It means so much to me that someone cares about a project I've done as much as I do :,)

Also I'm very sorry for being so delayed on posting, I went to the ER and all, I swear the students of nrc was trying to kill me lmao

[tossawary]

The fun thing about Luo Binghe potentially NOT being pushed into the Endless Abyss at the Immortal Alliance Conference, imo, is that he's still a forcibly outed heavenly demon stuck in the middle of the cultivation world after a deadly invasion. There are so many different fun ways to play it.

So, Shen Yuan groggily wakes up and the first thing he sees is that traitorous asshole Shang Qinghua's relieved face and disheveled appearance. Ugh. And then first thing that the An Ding Peak Lord says is: "Wow, and I thought the System hated my ass. It had it OUT for you, bro."

What the fuck.

At which point, Shen Yuan sits bolt upright because what the hell happened? The last thing he remembers is not moving, the weight of the sword in his hand, the thunder of his heart in his ears, not being able to go through with it, hoping against all reason that this was all some sort of sick test and that the System wouldn't really-

"Where's Binghe?" Shen Yuan demands.

Shang Qinghua winces. "About that..."

And Shen Yuan's heart falls because Binghe ended up in the Endless Abyss anyway, obviously. There were apparently two transmigrators all along and neither of them could truly change the story.

"He got arrested for your murder and the invasion of the conference," Shang Qinghua says, scratching the back of his neck. "It was ugly. So ugly. I probably would have died if Liu Qingge hadn't shown up to put him down. The Palace Master is saying that this is obviously revenge for Tianlang-Jun's sealing and Yue Qingyuan has pretty much stopped talking-"

"What."

"Oh, you were super dead, bro, and the protagonist freaked the fuck out. I was there, so he started yelling about why I hadn't done something, irrational with grief and all that, it was pretty scary."

And Shen Yuan can see how a surprise heavenly demon kid would get blamed for his shizun's death and the invasion of the conference. There's nothing that any drama likes better than an innocent person somehow caught red-handed in the middle of an inexplicable disaster.

"Wait, the invasion IS your fault!" Shen Yuan says, pointing an accusatory finger. He feels like shit still, but his righteous, trembling anger is going mostly in the right direction. "Why didn't you speak up-?"

"What, and I was going to admit to that in front of all of those peak lords and sect leaders? Get off my dick, bro."

"I meant blame Mobei-Jun!"

"Oh, yeah. They'd made up their minds, though! And shit got really violent really quickly! Liu Qingge is still itching to kill someone here, you know. Ask yourself why you're not still dead first, huh?"

That's an annoyingly good question. And Shang Qinghua annoyingly answers himself without waiting for an input.

"You're so fucking lucky that I've been here for like forty years now and I have so many useless points. Enough to pay off YOUR debt! They can be transferred, apparently? Be grateful! Anyway, I don't want the vengeful protagonist thinking that I hold any blame whatsoever in you fainting to death there, even if he is locked up in the Water Prison right now, so don't say I did nothing for you, got it?"

"...He's WHERE?!"

"Water Prison. He's going to be put on bullshit trial for the Immortal Alliance Conference and also for existing as a heavenly demon. Keep up, bro. Also," Shang Qinghua says with an urgent look over his shoulder, "you have to back me up when I try to explain to Mu Qingfang and Huang Qingheng that you were only mostly dead, they must have missed something, and I was just hanging around paying my respects when you miraculously recovered. I don't know anything! Ready to go?"

"No."

"Well, that fucking sucks for you. Let's go!"

[zorosangell]

“ I want to see Zoro’s reaction when he sees the reader with an injury that almost kills them. ”

⛥ﾟ・。 brand

synopsis: you return to the ship with a horrible injury... and zoro goes fucking berserk.

cw: angst, tiny bit of comfort i guess, ZORO DOES NOT PLAY ABOUT YOU, protective zoro, kinda sad for a christmas post ik but i was inspired

a/n: merry chrysler <3

"Stop blubbering and answer me, Usopp!" Zoro barked, roughly grabbing the sniper by his suspenders and yoking him up, attempting to shake him out of it. "Tell me what the hell happened!"

Usopp could barely breathe through his sobs, large rivulets of tears and thick globs of snot running down his face as his chest heaved, attempting to spit out an answer.

"USOPP!"

"S-S-San-Sanji!"

In an instant, Zoro's head snapped over to to the cook, eyes blazing with murderous intent.

The blonde had been sitting on the stairs of the upper deck the entire time, hands clutching his arms—like a hug—as he anxiously puffed his cigarette, his eyes becoming more hollow by the minute.

'Bastard!'

"She was with you!" the swordsman roared, storming over and harshly yanking Sanji to his feet. "What the fuck happened?!"

"Chill out, bro! It's not Sanji's fault!" Franky rushed over, shoving the two apart. "No one could've known!"

Zoro's brows furrowed at the vagueness, jaw pulling taut with frustration.

He was getting real sick of everyone beating around the bush.

"Known what?! I don't know what the hell you're talking about!"

"(y/n)..." Nami sniffled, legs pulled into her chest as she sat off to the side.

When you were first brought back, she and Robin had been asked to assist Chopper in treating you.

But the moment she caught sight of your wound, she was utterly inconsolable, nothing but tears.

This, of course, left Robin alone to help the good doctor.

"How did it happen?! How bad is she hurt?!" Zoro asked, before turning his attention back to Sanji. "You were supposed to be protecting her!"

The cook's lip rolled, hoping to fight back against its wobble as the lump in his throat began to rise.

"She... told me to tell you... she's sorry..."

"I DON'T WANNA HEAR THAT SHIT FROM YOU!"

In an instant, Zoro launched himself toward him, the others rushing in to separate the two.

"Now is not the time for this!" Jimbei exclaimed, stepping between them.

"Zoro!" Usopp quickly rushed over, holding the man back, Brook and Franky jumping in to help.

"BASTARD!"

To think, the crew had been all smiles just hours ago...

Though, in all actuality... most of Zoro's anger was directed at himself.

He had a bad feeling about the day from the moment he woke up in your shared bed, an ominous presence already lingering in the air.

And the moment you said you were going ashore, he knew he should've gone with you.

But he didn't

And that was on him.

Even after that, he had a chance to pull you away from the others, to drag you off by your arm and force you to stay back with him.

But he didn't

And that was on him.

But, of course, you had to pay the price, fighting for your life against... well, he didn't even know.

What he did know, however, was that if you died, he would never be the same.

Within your hand, you held a chunk of his heart; a chunk of his mind; a chunk of his soul.

God, he didn't even get to see you smile one last time.

What kind of boyfriend was he?

What kind of man was he?

How could he—?

"Zoro..." Robin stated, somberly, her voice cutting through his spiral as she and Chopper exited the medbay.

The poor boy was clinging to her leg, sadly, tears rolling down his cheeks as he hid his face in the flesh of her calf.

In an instant, Zoro stopped all his struggling, turning to them with a slight glimmer of fear in his eye.

"You should go see her... she needs you."

The moment the words hit his ears, he was moving, completely forgetting about Sanji and the others as he rushed into the room.

Inside, it was dim, the only light being a candle on the nightstand.

On the bed, you sat upright, feet dangling over the edge and arms crossed your bare chest as you looked down at yourself, shamefully.

"(y/n)..." Zoro exhaled, swiftly shutting the door behind himself to protect your modesty. "Are you alright?"

He crossed the room in wide strides, taking only a few steps to get to you.

From what he could see, you were unharmed; nothing like what he'd imagined based on the crew's reactions.

Impaled.

Dismembered.

Maimed.

Now, it seemed as if they were over-reacting...

When you didn't answer, his brows furrowed, hand coming up to carefully cup your cheek, concern spiking in his veins when you refused to look at him.

"(y/n)?" he tried again, thumb slightly gliding over your cheek. "What happened?"

Faintly, an idea popped into his head, reigniting the embers of anger that had been burning in chest only moments ago.

"Did someone touch you?"

At that question, a few stray tears escaped the corners of your eyes, forcing you to cower further into yourself.

It all was finally starting to click.

Your shame.

Usopp's hysterics.

Why Nami and Robin were the ones asked to assist.

'No...'

"(y/n)..." Zoro started, tone dangerously low. "Turn around."

Lip quivering, you followed his orders, letting out a few sniffles as you slowly turned.

Sitting back on your knees, you swiped your hair over your shoulder, revealing something Zoro never thought he'd see again.

The Claw of a Celestial Dragon.

Being so far away from Sabaody, the swordsman had ruled it as a near impossibility.

But seeing it so clearly, so painfully etched into your skin... it was impossible to deny.

You had been kidnapped by the Celestial Dragons, and branded... just before Sanji, Usopp, and Franky could save you.

Every pass of his eyes over your seared flesh tore out another shred of his heart, breaking him down to the white meat with your every tremble.

When you two got together, Zoro had swore to himself that he'd protect you, that any weapon made against you would fall at the hand of his blade.

That was his promise.

That was his word.

And it had just been broken.

"Zoro..." you choked up, turning back around and dropping your head in his chest, hands gripping onto his robe for dear life. "It hurts..."

Your voice felt like a punch to the gut, the swordsman's calloused hands rising to rest on your shoulders, thumbs drawing soothing circles into your skin.

Though, it wasn't long after that he became eerily quiet, expression morphing into one of something... terrifying.

Carefully, he scooped you up, wary of your burn as he laid you down on your side, leaning over to whisper something important into your ear.

". . ."

At that, your eyes widened, and he placed a firm kiss on your cheek before turning to exit the room.

On his way out, he tugged his bandana off his arm, pointedly tying it over his head before shrugging off the sleeves of his robe.

As he emerged, the blood of everyone on deck ran cold, the aura floating around the swordsman nothing short of bloodthirsty.

They had seen him before a battle countless times.

Incredibly focused.

Incredibly quiet.

Incredibly calm.

But it was nothing like that.

The sheer weight of his glare made it perfectly clear that nobody in that auction house—or possibly, on the island—was going to survive.

"Luffy..." Zoro's voice rumbled, as if he was holding back a roar of fury, the man not even having to turn around to know that his captain was on the balcony behind him.

"I know," Luffy nodded, voice low and hat shading his eyes as he stood there. "Do what you have to do."

That was all the confirmation he needed.

In an instant, his swords were drawn, and before the others could even comprehend it, he was already in the air and on shore, sprinting at a near inhuman speed toward the center of he island.

The moment Zoro learned you had been hurt, he knew he would've had to kill the bastard that did it before the day was over.

But the moment he saw that damned mark, he knew that not only would he kill the bastard that did it, but anyone even remotely affiliated.

And, in the end, Luffy had to hunt him down and bring him back to senses, practically dragging him back to the Sunny as Kizaru chased behind.

Not only had Zoro killed the Celestial Dragon that branded you, but also everyone that worked at the auction... nearly destroying the entire island in the process.