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xxnaiad-s · 2 years ago

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sugar — geto suguru x reader

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cw: ceo! geto x employee! reader; unprotected sex; office sex; semi public sex; reader is described as a black woman; she’s not explicitly called chubby but she is described as plump; creampies; oral (reader) receiving; one instance of spitting; one instance of choking; mating press; a sir kink you dont have to squint too hard to find; not at all proof read; if i’m missing anything, please let me know!

notes from author: yeah, this went an entirely different direction than what i had planned… this is an nsfw post — if you’re under 18, PLEASE do not interact with this post. i will block you.

suguru’s certain you have no idea the kind of effect you have on him. he’s so entirely convinced that you’re oblivious to his struggle to merely contain himself with you sitting across his mahogany desk, dark stockings hugging your plump thighs and that short, a-lined skirt just barely sitting over your lap. you wear your hair like a regalia, beautiful, thinly done tresses of black braids half-tied at the back of your head where the rest flowed down each side of your body, the ends of them elegantly curling while you’d left two braids to frame both sides of your face — a style called french braids, he’d learned when he’d asked you curiously.

his mind is so far gone from words of acquisitions and business meetings that you read from your prepared document, eyes zoned in on your plump, full lips that glisten on strawberry flavoured gloss. he’s so distracted by the ‘o’s formed on your sweet voice, every sentence sinking themselves beneath his skin like drops of honey that rush through his veins and churns within his blood like a drug. he leans back into his chair, throwing his head back in unhidden frustration and releases a groan, and the sound of it snaps your attention from black printed words to look up at your ceo.

“sir?” you call him, hesitant. you cock your head to the side worriedly. “i’m sorry, is it not how you want to proceed?”

suguru shakes his head weakly, brushing his thumb over his lips. “no, no,” he assures you, “that’s not it at all. you’ve done great, in fact. it’s perfect.” he sees the way your brows furrow over your dark coloured eyes, the way your lips part on words you don’t let out, and suddenly, he feels too hot. “i’m sorry, ms. (l/n). it’s just especially hard for me to focus right now.”

“oh, i understand.” you utter, shifting to sit a little straighter in your chair. the action causes your breasts to shift beneath your low-cut blouse as you close your manilla folder. and suguru, he has to remind himself to breathe. “well, we do have some time before the board meeting if you’d rather we look over the details some other time?”

suguru hums in agreement as he stands, forcing his eyes off you and walking over to the left wall where he keeps a fine array of wines and expensive liquor. “yes, let’s do that then.” his hands reach for a bottle he knows you enjoy most out of his collection, an itallian imported masseto merlot. he reaches for two wine glasses and turns to you, offering you one to take. “how about we enjoy a drink for now?”

you rise from your seat to stand next to him, taking the cup from his hands. he wonders if you’d felt your fingers brush against his, if you’d perhaps done it intentionally to tease him. ah, but he knows you better than that — even now as you hold your cup out for him to fill, he knows that you’re far too shy to ever think of trying anything with him, your boss. you’re always the respectful and diligent worker, always and ever doing your best to meet his expectations and go beyond. he’d be lying if he tried to say he didn’t look forward to seeing you every day, or that he dreamt of doing unspeakable things to you right here inside his office. even standing this close to him, suguru feels his pants tighten at the uninhibited view he has of your plump figure, your breasts tempting him as he loses himself on your sweet scent of fresh linen and honey oats.

“is there something on your mind, sir?” unaware of the thoughts clouding his mind, you innocently flutter your eyes to peer up at him with your glossy lips pursed atop your glass. he watches you take a sip of the dark red liquid and thinks about it wetting your mouth, imagines the satisfied sigh as something far dirtier, unprofessional, and how you would sound with your legs folded against your chest. he imagines all the ways you’d cry out for him, to beg him for more until he turned you into a whiney mess.

“it’s just…” again, he clears his throat. he reaches one hand up to loosen his tie, showing off the expensive watch on his left wrist. “been a long week, that’s all.”

your lips form a sympathetic pout as you lower your glass to your chest, your forearms unconsciously squeezing your breasts together and, have mercy— how can you make the dirtiest things look so innocent? “i’m sorry, mr. geto,” you offer, “i’ll certainly try harder to make things a little easier for you… is there anything i can do for you?”

“oh, no, miss (l/n), you’ve already been such a great help to me—” he stops himself midway, his dark eyes turning thoughtful as he considers. the idea that pops into his head is an awful one, he gives himself second enough to consider. but, what is he supposed to do when you stand so close to him, eyes innocently looking up at him, your very breath hanging onto his words? here you are right in front of him, so open and willing to help him, and perhaps— no, not just. suguru’s certain you don’t mean your words in the way that he thinks, but the very sight of you, the thoughts he has of you late at night and even now, it overwhelms him and tells him to cast aside all logic and give in to viscous wanting.

suguru quietly draws a breath, sets his glass down atop his desk and bites the bullet.

“well… there is something you could do for me.” one, two, it only takes him three short steps until he’s standing right in front of you, close enough for the smell of your sweet, honey-scented oils to fully wrap around him and fill up his lungs. his figure basically shadows your much smaller frame, towering over you as your eyes nervously met his. he focuses on the way your brown lips hang open slightly, on the way your pretty eyebrows furrow over your expression. he focuses on the deep breaths you take that cause your chest to rise and swell, lets himself go on the slight squeak in your voice when you hesitantly call him.

“sir…?”

“what if, ms. (l/n),” suguru hums, reaching his hand to your own glass of wine, intentional when his fingers cover yours. “i told you that you’re what’s been distracting me all along?” like a hawk, he observes every flicker of thought that crosses your dark brown eyes. first, he watches them widen on surprise, then they waver back and forth before lowering to where he held your hand, the deep red colour of your merlot surely not what holds your attention. you’re flustered, he knows it by the way you worry your bottom lip between your teeth, but he’s not kind enough to let you hide that beautiful expression from him. slowly, as if not to scare you, he takes his fingers and holds on to your chin, tilting your head to where you had no choice but to meet his stare.

“i— i’m,” you pause, your lips trembling so deliciously, your breath ghosting against his skin like an autumn’s gentle breeze. “i’m not sure what you mean… mr, geto…”

“you aren’t?” suguru lowers his voice to a whisper. he imagines he could hear your heart thumping inside your chest, that he could feel your pulse racing underneath your skin, and he wants more of it, wants more of you. “let me show you exactly what i mean then, ms. (l/n).”

he tells himself to be gentle as he leans in, tilting your head up so that his lips meet yours finally, finally— and suguru nearly loses himself to the sensation of being swept off his feet. gods, you’re even sweeter than you’ve ever tasted inside his dreams, the living flesh and bone version of you kissing him back so softly as if you’d walked right out of his fantasies and come to find him at daylight. he can sense the hesitance behind your lips, an uncertainty weak to your own desires as you lean further into him. your hands reach for his chest and you pull away with a breathlessness, gasping as you look up at him, showing to him your worries, your fear, your mutual want.

“mr. geto, we shouldn’t do something like this here,” you whisper as if afraid your words would be heard by someone passing by. though suguru could tell that, if he pushed, you wouldn’t be able to resist. your fingers feebly grasp at his arms, bunching up the white fabric covering his biceps and, oh— you pull him closer, yet not close enough to close the gap. he looks at you and sees it then, in the way your lips pout up at him, that—

“you want this too, don’t you?”

he touches a hand to your cheek and feels heat radiating from you in waves. pulling you closer, he brings that hand to cup the back of your neck and revel in the feel of you being so close to him, your chest so soft against his as his other hand falls to squeeze your hip. gently, he tilts your head to one side to expose your neck and he lets himself be greedy, leaning to drag his nose against your bare skin, lips just slightly parted so that you could feel his warm breath ghosting against your cheek.

your knees nearly buckle beneath your weight and you have to squeeze on to his biceps even tighter, for fear that you would collapse if you don’t hold on tight. “y-yes…” you quietly gasp once he finally presses his lips to your skin. the feeling of him harshly sucking your neck is enough to cause your head to spin, for your legs to clench together at the new heat that pools in your panties. you feel him begin to press forward, and as you step back, he chases you, pushing you until the back of your thighs hit his desk. the sensation of cold wood is stark against the waves of searing heat that pours from the both of you and you stumble for a moment, accidentally knocking his pristine ceo plaque to the red carpet below.

“then,” suguru’s voice sounds slurred. his words are heavy and he sees the way they weigh you down as his fingers skillfully pull the first buttons of your blouse. he takes in the picture of you with reverence and worship as greed swirls within his gut, tightens his pants and makes him forget anything that didn’t have to do with you. with one hand, he pushes you further until you’re sitting on top of his desk and leans in once more, ever more wanting to feel your lips on his. “don’t think about anything else right now. just focus on me, yeah?”

dazed, it’s all you can do to nod ‘yes’ as he slots himself between your open legs, his hands squeezing down on your hips and pulling you forward until his bulge presses right up against your core.

it’s hard hold himself back any further, and suguru abandons his inhibitions as he hungrily slots his mouth against yours, the kiss almost universes different than the last. where before, he’d been experimental, testing the waters almost and tasting you for the first time, he now devours your very soul like a man starved of water and you, his fountain found in a scorching desert. his lips are searing as they move, and he pours so much into you that it becomes too much and it burns so deliciously, filling you until whimpers slip out from you and your hands hungrily pull apart his buttons. his nails dig into your thighs as he bites down on your bottom lip and pulls before he begins to press kisses against your cheek, trailing wet, impatient lines of spit along your jaw.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this,” its almost a growl when he speaks, low and dangerous as he feels himself slipping further. his teeth sink into your dark skin and he sucks, hard, relishing in the moans that you reward him with. “how badly i wanted to have you till i couldn’t sleep at night.”

“s-sir wait,” you try to call him, struggling to find your words amidst the fog clouding your brain. he’s sucking your skin so much that you fear he’ll leave marks, yet your voice seems to only urge him to leave more. “not there, people will see— ngh!”

he doesn’t pull apart when he grinds his bulge against you, letting you feel just how big and hard he’d gotten for you. each move he makes sends you reeling, the pool between your legs enough to soak you right through your stockings as he rolls his hips into yours.

“focus,” suguru reprimands you, lowly growling into your neck. “all your attention on me right now. do you understand?”

when you take too long to respond, he pushes one hand around your neck and squeezes, causing you to squeal as he pulls your head back to face him. your mouth hangs open, gasps of air struggling to make it past his hands, his spit smeared all across your lips, cheek and neck with the beginnings of purple bite marks forming on your dark skin — you’re the perfect picture of a mess, your beautiful brown eyes glazed over by lust and desire, so far gone from your normally neat and put together appearance, and it’s all because of him.

“understand?” he bleeds the word slowly, and, feeble, you respond with a desperate nod of your head, barely managing to force out a ‘yes sir..!’ through his grip around your throat. you try to squeeze your legs around his waist, wanting to pull him closer, to feel his cock pressed against you once more, for any kind of friction, but one hand swiftly pries them wide apart as his fingers snake between them. startled, you try to squeeze them close, though your body quickly loses its strength when his slender digits press up against your dampened core.

god, you’re already so fucking wet, you’re dripping enough to leave dark coloured stains atop his wooden desk. suguru marvels at the feeling of your slick practically pooling along his fingers, coating them as he rubs slow, teasing circles over your clothed pussy. “look at that,” he says breathlessly before pulling his hands away to lick at them, and the taste of your essence causes his cock to twitch against their restraints. popping his fingers out of his mouth, he shoves them past your gaping lips for you to swirl your tongue around, a groan escapes him once you begin to suck and whimper around them. “fuck, (y/n), you’re making it hard for me to control myself.”

his thumb brushes against your lip and he pulls your mouth open, dizzy when you eagerly open your mouth for him to spit into. “such a dirty fucking slut, aren’t you?” he grins as you swallow with a moan, “yeah? never dreamed i’d see you do something like this, ms. (l/n). were you thinking about something like this everytime we spoke? hm?”

a sharp ripping sound startles you, though you hardly have the chance to regain your bearings as suguru finally touches you in the place you need him the most. your pussylips are basically sopping and so, incredibly swollen, your clit so eager for him to touch you when he presses his thumb against it. “f-fuck…!” you throw your head back, hissing and biting your bottom lip to contain your cries, all while suguru marvels at seeing you unravel. you’re completely under his control like this, a pretty little doll in the palm of his hands that he could toy and play with until your mind would crumble. the revelation blazes through him like a wildfire and swirls like a ferocious torrent — more, he wants — needs — you to break even more.

“i want an answer, (y/n). how badly did you want me to fuck you all this time?”

you try to respond, though your words fall apart on a weak, wavering cry of his name as he sinks two fingers inside you, feeling them split apart your walls before pulling back out slowly. he uses his knees to keep your legs from clamping shut while his free hand slips your bra up over your chest, letting your full mounds fall freely for him to squeeze. large, brown nipples perk up under the exposure of the cold air, pointy and sensitive beneath his thumb when he pinches one and softly twists. he groans, nearly panting, your pussy clamping down around his middle and ring fingers. “you’re so fucking tight, you’re just leaking and making such a mess. must’ve been waiting for me to fuck this pretty little cunt, huh?”

“nngh, sir..!” oh, those pretty little cries you make would be the end of him. he wants more, wants you to fall apart utterly and completely until your mind would be blank and you would be nothing but a blabbering mess. he wants to feel you, taste you, to devour you whole.

swiftly, he drops down to his knees and spread your legs wide open, one on each of his shoulder for him to see your messy cunt. he’s mesmerized at the view of you, sopping and dripping as your hole squelches around nothing, greedily begging for him to take it and make it his.

above him, you’re barely able to register his movements before you’re overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth hungrily sucking your pussy, and it catches you so off guard that you release a loud cry of his name. “suguru…!”

“shhhh. shhh, baby,” the man doesn’t stop for even a second, muttering the words right up against you and sending shockwaves through your core. desperate to keep your voice down, you clamp your hands over your mouth as you feel his tongue flicker against your swollen clit, back and forth before he begins sucking and lapping. your essence pools all over his tongue and suguru feels himself getting drunk, diving his tongue between your folds while his fingers drill in and out of your hole, filling the large office with sloppy, slurpy noises as he coaxes ever single drop he can out of you.

despite you trying, you fail to hold your voice back as the coil within your gut tightens and your vision grows spotty. his fingers repeatedly brush against that spot deep inside your cunt that makes you see stars and you can’t catch your breath. your moans turn into strangled cries as your legs clench around his head, and you can’t pay any mind to how tightly you’re squeezing him between your plump thighs as you grip his hair to pull him closer. “aah..! aghn! nnngh..! fuck, sir, i’m close…!” your hips begin to buck as you chase your end, desperate for your climax as he groans between your legs and sets a relentless pace with his tongue and hands. he focuses his mouth on your clit while his fingers stretch and fuck your cunt and you taste like honey, pouring into his mouth as he laps it all up and milks you for everything you could give him.

“cum for me, princess.” his muffled voice shoots through your core like lightening, and you feel that coil in your gut reaching its height. you’re almost there, you’re so close, you’re so fucking close— “make a mess all over daddy’s face, come on. thaaaat’s it, baby, gimme all of it… don’t hold back and fucking squirt for me.”

he curls his fingers inside you, and the coil snaps like a bullet shot right through you. your orgasm crashes into your body as every muscle inside you seizes, your cries and whimpers unrestrained and nearly deafening. tremours reck through your figure as suguru coaxes everything out of you with sweet praises, till you squirt all over his face and fingers and you collapse against his desk, sending several important documents and utensils clattering against the carpet.

“shit…!” your eyes barely register suguru’s form hastily rushing to his feet, stumbling and lightheaded, his face and shirt absolutely drenched in your cum as his fingers unbuckle his belt. you see his cock spring out from his boxers when he pulls them down, and in your fucked out daze, you admire how pretty it looks. the pink tip smacks against his toned stomach, the length of it thick and twitching as he grips your thighs and he’s so fucking big. fuck, you start to panic, but your body’s far too weak for you to move quickly, barely able to lean up against your elbows while he folds your legs up against your chest — “wait, sir, not yet, i— haaah!”

your mind blanks, your vision shoots white as his cock bullies its way into your pussy, still sensitive from him eating you out before and a cry erupts out from your chest. above you, suguru’s expression contorts and he groans loudly as he sinks deeper into your cunt. your gummy walls clench down on him as if to keep him out, squeezing him so tightly that his knees nearly give out underneath him. “aaaahh, fuck, (y/n), your pussy feels so fucking good.”

he’s too impatient to give you time to adjust, you just feel so good clamping down on him the way you do and he pounds you, fucking into you relentlessly while you writhe and cry beneath him. “fuck!! sir—!! s-slow down— ahh! haah! ‘m still— still sensitive— ngaahh!”

“sorry, princess.” he huffs, folding your legs further down into your chest and pivoting his pelvis to reach inside you deeper, deeper until he pounds your cervix and you jolt as if you’d been shocked. you have to grab the edge of the desk to keep yourself from sliding from underneath him as he relentlessly fucks into you. “your pussy jus’ feels too good, fuck. ‘s like this pretty cunt was made jus’ for my cock.”

how perfect you look folded underneath him like this, breasts bouncing and tears pooling from your eyes as your body trembles and shakes from the overstimulation. how your hair messily flails underneath you, your clothes all bunched up and your stockings shredded and your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you senselessly wail, fuck, you look so damn hot. “i know you can take it princess,” he coons, stilling his hips as he pushes all the way inside you, pinning you down when you try to squirm. “c’mon, pretty girl…” slowly, he pulls out and slams back into you — once, twice, over and over, each time your walls tightening and squeezing ravenously. “you got this. you’re doing so good for me, soooo so good. you like how my cock feels inside baby? does it feel good fucking up your pretty little pussy?”

“yes…!” with teary eyes, you look up at him, your response short of senseless and incomprehensible as you choke out a sob through your pleasure. “yes, yes, yes, yes, sir, feels so fucking good!”

“shhh, shhh, i know baby,” suguru coos down at you, grinding slow, sweet circles against your core before picking up his pace. the sudden change catches you unprepared and you shout, hands flailing to his biceps and clawing into his skin as he caged your body beneath him. “you’ve been so good for me already, aah, can you gimme one more? cum one more time for me pretty baby, jus’ one more for me.”

as if at his command, you feel that familiar tension take hold of your body as he drills into your cunt, so sudden and without warning as it crashes over you. you squeal, babbling his name over and over as your pussy creams all over his cock, your gasps drawing little air as your orgasm tears through you and leaving you breathless.

“thaaaaat’s it, shit. just like that.” he praises you through stuttering breaths, cooing at you sweetly as you come dkw. from your high. you’re positively fucked out of your mind with tears falling freely from your eyes and drool smearing your cheeks, snd the sight of you like this beneath him, the feeling of your pussy milking around his cock, it’s enough to send him over the edge.

“fuck…!”

his body twitches as his cum spurts inside your pussy, warm and thick and so, so much of it comes out, painting your insides white. your chests heaving in unison, suguru finally collapses on top of your chest, and he’s just every bit of a mess as you are. both of you are absolutely spent of every drop, endorphins coursing through your veins as the adrenaline exists your systems. your eyes seek out his to find him already staring at you with a cheeky grin, your own face flushing with embarrassment while he presses butterfly kisses against your stomach.

“d-did, um…” it’s hard to get the words out, your lungs still very much fighting for air, but you cheekily grin at the man, your boss, kneeling between your legs, and dare to allow your hands to run through his disheveled hair. “was i… able to help?”

suguru weakly chuckles, and your heart flutters a bit at the sight of crinkles forming on his nose. “you did, (y/n).” smiling, he rises to his feet and leans down to kiss you, pressing a hand down on your tummy and pushing down. he feels you writhing beneath his palm as his cum leaks out of you. “trus’ me, ‘s just what i needed.”

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brucewaynehater101 · 10 months ago

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i'm gonna be real idk if your the right person to go for young justice core four headcanons but you give the best replies by far so heres my own idea idea

I was listening to the Roblox Soundfont remix and now the og Gone Angels and now I'm thinking . . .

Tim became Robin to prevent Batman from ceasing to be the symbol of heroism and good he started off as

The symbol that spiraled into destruction of even the self with Jason Todd's death

imagine a world where Red Robin becomes the very thing he swore to destroy with his own death

he dies along with Bart and Kon. Cassie due to this and maybe other factors fucking looses it, Batman post-Jason's death but pre-Tim becoming Robin style

or maybe instead he dies but the rest of the core four lives. either way Cassie still looses it, by herself or with her other teammates

And maybe, just maybe, they get nobody to be the Third Robin to their Batman, no Third Robin to Tim's Second Robin

likely improbably in canon but the idea of Cassie and maybe even Bart and Kon having a villain arc (maybe Black Silence style) is too good of an idea not to share

(Side note; imagine a Gone Angels cover where the survivor(s) sing and for the itallian lyrics in the midway point the deceased sing)

((extra side note: imagine this is what gets Batman and maybe the other Bats to reflect on the time before and after Tim become robin, post Jason's death; seeing their history repeat with Young Justice))

((hell maybe the Justice League realizes as wells))

"you give the best replies by far." Thank you. Sometimes, it takes a bit to reply to asks cause I'm taking a few hours to really answer the prompts/ideas/questions people pose. I also sleep at random times, so apologizes in advance to any asks that take a while!

My image of YJ is a codependent platonic polycule. They are Young Just Us because they didn't receive proper support from their mentors. This is part of why Cassie and Tim fell apart after Kon and Bart died. This is why, in their own weird ways, both of them tried to get a form of Kon back. Tim tried the scientist cloning avenue, and Cassie tried the cult.

If you want Tim's death to inspire Cassie and YJ to go evil, might I suggest Tim sending proof of Bruce being alive in the timestream and then succumbing to his spleen injury (perhaps an infection)? This would create a delicious amount of angst, anger, and mental breakdowns.

Cassie, the only nonretired YJ member alive at the time, didn't believe Tim about Bruce being alive. This was in part due to the cloning stuff but also in part to trusting Nightwing (or Batman at the time). If Tim didn't make it out of that alive, Cassie may be desperate to find anyone to blame but herself for that. She was a kid, she was lost in her own grief, and Tim should have had the support of literally any other hero.

The entire hero community turned against a teenager in his time of need that he resorted to conspiring with the LoA and ended up losing his life. Whether she chooses to be mad about nobody believing him (Tim's possibly a better detective than Bruce and people have revived before, but his evidence at the time was flimsy), she can be very pissed that not a single hero offered to help him. They didn't even need to trust in Tim's decision. They could have just accompanied Tim until the teen gave up or proved himself right. They could have treated it as a grief road trip while Tim found himself.

Anyways, losing the last nonretired YJ member that way may cause her to just snap. The JL was already on thin ice with the YJ for their lack of support to her generation of heroes. Them failing YJ enough that two children died in the field and one died as a direct result of their actions? She would, rightfully, loathe the JL. On top of that, she does already not trust the government for what they did to Secret. If she can't prosecute the JL, she'll become their enemy.

Cassie lost all of her main polycule. She wants revenge.

After Bart and Kon come back, they see how JL left Cassie and what they did to Tim. Cassie is part of their ride or die, and she has been treated so horribly. Tim has died. They obviously join her.

Now, with Bart there to give evil ideas (Bart is the scariest member of YJ and you can't convince me otherwise), YJ is a force to be reckoned with. Maybe some of the other members come out of retirement, maybe not. They would be unstoppable with Tim helping them, but that's the problem. They don't have Tim. Tim isn't there to help them nor hold them back. That's why they became "evil" anyway.

I like to imagine someone, probably Nightwing, screaming at them from across the battlefield. "This isn't what he would have wanted! He became Robin to stop Batman from destroying everything. This is the antithesis of why he became a hero!"

For a split second, YJ would pause. There's merit in those words, after all. Cassie would recover first as she shakes her head. "He became a hero to be the leash to Batman's rage. He's not here now. He's not here to temper our rage, and you did that. You abandoned a child." She plants her feet more firmly and points her sword at Nightwing. "We won't let you do that again."

It's dealers choice on whether YJ win the battle or not. Also, I do believe YJ would be obsessed with trying to bring Tim back. Perhaps some of their evil deeds truly stem from them trying to find ways to bring back Tim. They are incomplete without him just as they were incomplete without Kon or Bart and would be without Cassie.

Now, is Tim actually alive or does he stay dead? Did Ra's revive him using the Pit? Did Ra's lie or misguide the Bats while keeping Tim hostage? Will Tim come back, either after being brainwashed by Ra's or escaping, to find his platonic polycule has officially lost it and turned evil?

#cassie sandsmark #dc comics #dc universe #young justice #young just us #let yj be evil #tim drake #bart allen #kon el superboy #thank you for the ask!!!!#yj can and should take over the world for the greater good

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circle--of--confusion · 1 month ago

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A Breathtaking Affair

Summary:

In an alternate Universe @ficandkaboodle and I have been spitballing, this is a vignette in Reader and Copia's lives. Copia's old nose was a very lovely feeling down there when you two would have sex. Now that it's changed, you miss it. A solution was brought up and you two try it out with unexpected results.

A/N: Thank you for encouraging me to write this, it was so fun. Also, itallian endearments were helpfully provided by @foxybouquet

Paring: Papa Copia x fem!reader

Words: 4.2k

Tags: Explicit! MDNI; Crackfic vibes, established relationship, fluff, smut, hand jobs, oral sex, unconventional sex toys, passing out

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Copia’s face changed when he became Papa. He’s still the handsome man you devote yourself to – and he is devoted to you as well �� but there’s something missing from his gentle, wrinkling face. Something that was always a beloved inclusion to the lovely feeling of him going down on you.

When he had plastic surgery to fix the crooked nose he received from an impromptu, clumsy Papa Terzo incident, you mentally mourned the loss of his nosey companion. Terzo was going on and on about how to plan the staging for his next tour when tragedy struck.

“I was thinking of opening with Cirice, eh? Get the crowd going. I’ll dazzle them by showing how wonderful I am.” He gestures outward as if to say you agree, yes? Terzo picks up the small Baphomet statue placed on the table. “Then after I have them in my hands, the next song is Con Clavi Con Dio. BAM! SATAN!”

Terzo lobs the statue forward like a baseball, not realizing his grip wasn’t so secure. It thuds painfully against a grunting Cardinal. Copia.

“Ah shit, Papa!” Copia groans, covering his now bloody nose.

Terzo rolls his eyes. “Stop being such a baby, Fratello. I think I made some improvements.”

Improvements they were not. The following days after the incident, Copia’s nose was swelled up like a balloon. Once it died down, all that was left was a slightly crooked version of his nose from before. You still cooed at him, comforted him after the entire thing and jokingly told him he’ll have to get his revenge when he became Papa.

Copia smirked at you as if he already had something in mind. It was a bit ominous.

Now, as Papa, he decided to get his nose fixed as a “treat yourself” moment in his rise to the Papacy. You supported him in the decision with a small kiss and thought his snoring would probably improve a bit with less bent airways at night while the two of you slept together in his bed. For some reason Sister Imperator tagged along for the ordeal and got a procedure of her own.

After the bandages came off, you had to hide the initial shock of truly how different his nose was. Gone was the adorable, handsome angled protrusion you grew to love. Now he had a regular, slightly curved slope to his nose and the point was more rounded. His jaw was also now more pronounced. It was still your wonderful Copia but it took a minute to adjust every time you saw him the following few days.

Every time he nudged his nose around your face in the mornings, cuddling into you, it was almost as if you felt phantom touches of where the former would’ve grazed as he kisses over your face and further down.

For a couple weeks, any sharp angle had you sighing wistfully. Triangles made you sad. A wedge of cheese at dinner one time nearly made you whimper.

Now, finished with his healing and with a little bit of free time at night from not being on tour, you hatched a plan. You figured there was one way you could get your favorite toy back. Copia caught you grinning to yourself as he came back into his bedroom from the bathroom.

“What has you smiling like that amore mio? It better not be something other than me.” Copia teased, crawling towards you on the bed. He sits back against his pillows and leans over to kiss you. Rising a hand to your cheek, he holds you in place as the two of you press your lips together, sighing contently.

You, feeling bold, nudge forward and manage to get Copia on his back. He raises his eyebrow towards you with a dirty twinkle in his eye. “It was about you, actually.” You smile, leaning over him to lean down and continue kissing for a moment.

“Was it about you doing this? My piccola diavoletta.”

“Something else, actually.”

Copia chuckles. “I see. Buttering me up to ahhhhh.” He looks down to find your hand gently palming his semi-hard dick over his pajama pants. “Piccolo angioletto mio” He breathes, settling further into the mattress to let you continue.

“And if you play your cards right,” you laugh lowly, pressing harder for just a moment. He lets out a few stuttered huffs in response, closing his eyes. “,I’ll give you what you want.”

Copia laughs nervously. “I was wrong. You’re my naughty little angel.”

“Good.” You lean down to press a kiss to his lips. He scrunches up his face from the pleasure you keep at bay for him below. “I’ve noticed something missing when we have sex.”

“What?” He whines, on the brink of falling already.

“Your nose.”

Copia opens his eyes, distracted and confused enough to briefly open his eyes and look at you. “I know what?”

You look taken aback. He can’t be this obtuse, right? Delicately, you lean down and peck over his paintless nose. “Are you following?”

The lights click on in his head and he smirks only to have it fade into an O shape as he closes his eyes from another wave of pleasure. “Yes.” By now you’ve nudged down his bottoms and have his freed erection in your hands, slowly pumping away.

You can’t tell if he’s responding to the thing your hand is doing or if it’s what you’re implying. “Would you be willing to try something new?” More pressure is applied to his pulsing cock in your hand. He’s shaking, babbling, and nodding wordlessly as he moans and writhes under your touch.

“Anything, amore mio. Just please let me come.” Copia grumbles desperately with his eyes scrunched closed.

“I have one question.”

“What?”

“Are you allergic to latex or silicone?” Copia shakes his head. “Perfect.”

You lean down to kiss him, picking up pace with your hand below. A few more final pumps have Copia crying into your mouth in euphoria. His spend runs down your closed fist and parts of his lower stomach. You’re both too focused on each other’s lips to care about the mess right now. You stroke him through the satisfying bliss, stopping when Copia whines in oversensitivity.

Later, after you clean him up, you give him the explanation.

“How do you feel about prosthetics?” You ask as casually as possible.

Copia thinks to himself for a moment, tossing around his forming response in his head before looking over to you below in his arms. “Are you saying you want me to wear a fake nose?”

“I knew you weren’t just a pretty face.” You smile, looking up at him.

Copia scoffs a high-pitched, realizing note. “Is this why you were so sad after my surgery? Was my old nose your favorite sex toy?”

You rise on one arm and rub a hand over his chest in an attempt to placate him with your touch. “It nudged so perfectly at my clit when you were kissing… other places below. Copia, it helped me squirt for the first time.”

He looks at you, then off to the side, then back at your hopeful eyes. “You’re lucky I’m in love with you.”

You smile ear to ear. “So, it’s a yes?”

“Amore mio, with you I’ll try anything once.”

Famous last words.

A few days go by before it’s showtime. There was a local costume shop in town so you took a lovely stroll and stopped by. The options were slim but you managed to find something similar. Thanking the cashier, you carried your experiment and its accompanying items into the ministry as if it were contraband. You hid it in your bag and made your way to Copia’s Papal suite as quickly as you could.

Copia, lounging on the couch, looks up to find you rushing inside with a smile. “Did you get it?” He asks, a bit of apprehension creeping up.

You nod, pointing back and forth. “You. Me. Tonight?” The plastic bag rustles in your hand as you hold it up.

“Tonight.” Copia nods back.

You can barely eat dinner, you’re too excited. Copia on the other hand looks over warily and it’s noticeable. You set down your fork, reaching over with your other hand across the small table to grab his gloved hand.

“You don’t want to do this, do you?”

Copia’s eyes widen in shock. “No! I do! I just…”

“What?” You rub your thumb over the back of his hand.

He shakes his head to himself. “It’s silly.”

“Not if it has you like this.” You urge him to say it.

Copia sighs. “If I don’t do this, will you not like me as much?”

You sit up straight. “Of course not. I still like you the same. I dare say I love you.” Copia smiles softly to himself.

“But my old nose was your favorite thing about me when we had sex.”

You sigh, standing up. Nudging the table away from him, you sit and straddle his lap. He smiles as you place your hands on his shoulders, sliding back to play with the ends of his hair at his neck. “I may have said it was but honestly, I’ve realized that my favorite sex toy is simply… you. All of you. The pointy nose was just a bonus. A nose-us.”

Copia groans, leaning his head back to laugh. You join in and soon his body relaxes. The air in the room feels lighter as the two of you grin lovingly towards each other.

“I think I’m ready now.” Copia looks on, leaning in for a small kiss.

You smile, running your fingers through his hair a few times. He closes his eyes, relaxing into your touch. “Let’s get ready.”

The dinner dishes get cleaned and then the prosthetic supplies are drawn out. The glue, brushes, and liquid latex, and removing solvent are placed onto the table and then the moneymaker comes out.

“It’s modeled after Vincent Price. It’s the only one I could find that looked similar enough.” You smile sheepishly.

Copia wraps an arm around you, tugging you into his hip. He kisses the side of your head. “It’s fine, amore mio. I think it looks very similar, indeed.”

You clean the area around his nose and then get to work prepping the ends of the fake nose. Delicately, the prosthetic is applied over his new nose and you press in the material around the edges. When you feel like the hold is strong enough, you step back.

“Well?” Copia asks, a bit more nasally than intended. The nose had very small air holes.

“Perfect. Though your voice is a bit off.”

He tries to talk and then attempts to sing something but it’s slightly muffled. “It’s a good thing I don’t do stuff like this on stage.”

You both laugh.

Copia walks towards you and then grabs your hand, leading the two of you back to the bedroom. He leans down to kiss you and the point of the nose bumps yours on the way down. He chuckles, “I guess this is going to work, eh?”

You nod, eager now to test it out further. “Let’s see what this bad boy can do.”

You both make quick work to take off your clothes and soon the two of you stand as naked as the day you were born. Copia takes your hand and rises it to place a kiss to your knuckles. “Shall we get to it?”

You nod, leading the way. You’re laid back into the bed, legs bent as your feet rest flat to the covers. They part, resting open, leaving your body on full display for his hungry eyes. You playfully rise a hand, curling a finger, beckoning him forward. He practically floats on autopilot and crawls onto the bed, stalking closer until he’s nestled between your legs. Copia holds himself up as he hovers over you.

“Amore mio…” He sighs, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You stay like this for a moment, simply enjoying the feeling of intimacy. The soft silicone on his nose grazes next to yours and you smile into his mouth. Slowly, he pokes his tongue over to your lips and you gladly open wide for him.

He lowers down into your body slowly and the pressure of him on top has a sigh leave your lips. Your arms wrap around him, holding Copia to you tenderly. There’s a comforting warmth spreading through your body as he begins a path from your mouth downward, dragging the tip of the nose along to fluster you. Copia’s feeling lightheaded and he pulls back to take a deep breath.

“You take my breath away.” He huffs, chest moving quickly up and down.

You tilt your head, grinning. “I think it’s the nose cutting off the airflow.”

Copia chuckles. “Wish me luck down there?”

You look on with concern for a second, reaching out for his hand. “Oh, please don’t push yourself. I’d hate for you to die because you didn’t take a break.”

“And if I die between your thighs? I go doing what I love, cara mia.” He looks at you like a man in love, leaning back in to kiss your lips one last time.

His sweet albeit morbid words put you at ease and you lean back into the pillows. “Well, I’ll just let you continue I guess!”

Copia huffs out a laugh, lowering down to his stomach. He presses a trail of kisses down from your shoulder, between your chest, down the soft expanse of your stomach, stopping right where you both want. He spent a good couple minutes worshiping your breasts, licking and kissing over the soft and sensitive flesh. When his lips took a nipple in to suck, you gasped, feeling the growing wetness below from his attention. Oh, that mouth would make you do anything, you think.

He looks up at you from between your thighs, starving in anticipation. You fidget under him, feeling restless for the first touch of the nose when Copia puts his mouth on your pussy. He looks at you when his head begins to sink down lower, lower, lower until –

“Ohmmmm, Copia.” You moan out, finally feeling the glorious attention of his lips on yours below. Your head falls back into the pillows and one hand slides over to grip into his hair. He hums from a slight tug on his follicles and the vibrations directly into your clit create a fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. Content hums come from you as your hand in his hair encourage him to continue.

Another deep breath from Copia can be heard before he gets back to it. He gives some attention to your clit, licking and sucking just like he did on your nipples. His delicate work builds up and the occasional flutter of your pussy have small whimpers leaving your lips. He smiles, satisfied that you’re already so worked up. Slowly, his tongue leaves the delightful bundle of nerves to explore further down, happily slurping up the arousal you’re making for him, and only him.

“Oh, Copia,” you moan. “You always know how to make me feel so good. You, ah!” Your thought was cut short but it was because you felt it. The prosthetic nose brushes just slightly across your sensitive clit as Copia licks and kisses your labia. A shudder runs down your spine and it feels heavenly and sinful at the same time. He builds and builds your pleasure on is tongue and without thinking, your hips shift to match the rhythm of his mouth. A wide smile graces your face as your eyes close as you rock your hips against his mouth and nose.

Copia smirks and leans back slightly for another deep breath causing you to whine. “It is everything you hoped it would be?” His voice is husky as he huffs deep breaths.

You can’t think properly, babbling out a string of “yes, yes, yes” for him so he’d keep it up. Copia grabs your thighs, pulling you closer to him and he picks up in enthusiasm. “Fuck, keep doing that, please Copia!” You cry out from the rapid nudging of the silicone over your clit as he licks and drinks from you like a man starved.

“Amore mio.” Copia rumbles in his chest, humping into the mattress to give his aching cock some relief as he brings you over into bliss. He grips firmer into your thighs, picking up pace at the sound of your staccato whimpers. His head is starting to feel funny and his vision goes blurry. Copia closes his eyes and presses on, making sure to angle the nose just right over your clit to have you shaking in his grip.

The sound in the room is beginning to fade for Copia as the cries of your orgasm ring out into the air and flow onto his tongue. He grunts and shudders, feeling a warm, wet sensation spurting out from his cock into the comforter in his satisfaction of making you overcome with pleasure. Spots dot around behind Copia’s eyelids and his heart races as the sound in the room ceases around him.

The last think he heard were your pleasured cries of “Oh, fuck.” as your hand gripped his hair when his consciousness went dark.

You’re too distracted from the ecstasy Copia gave to you with the fake nose and his talented mouth to notice his hips have stilled as well as his mouth. Coming down from the high and trying to settle your racing heartbeat, you look down to an unmoving Copia. You move his head up to find his eyes are closed and when you release his head, it plops back down between you.

Your heart is now racing for a different reason as panic sets in. Survival mode takes over and you jolt from the bed, rushing to find the solvent to remove the nose from him. If need be, you’ll cut it off. You mutter “Shit, shit, shit” through the apartment as you run around like a Papa Terzo with its head cut off.While turning over his body, his chest is still rising a small amount and you can still feel a slight, desperate pulse. You get the nose off quickly and search for your phone, dialing the all-hours clinic.

“Copia, my love. Please be alive. I don’t want my vagina to have a body count.” You whimper into his hair as you brush your fingers through it. You managed to awkwardly pull up some sweats onto his legs after cleaning him up and you yourself have thrown on whatever clothes you can find so the paramedic ghouls don’t walk in on you two naked.

The ghouls take him to the clinic after making sure he was, in fact, still alive but just passed out from the lack of oxygen to his brain. The head nurse on duty sat you down and talked you through it. She’s asked you if he showed symptoms earlier in the day, if he was feeling tired and short of breath. You shook your head and said it was more sudden.

“What were you two doing just before he passed out?” She asked, holding her hand over yours to comfort you.

“Well, uh,” you blush, looking away towards where he sleeps in a bed. “We were doing something new in bed and uh.”

She encourages you to continue. “Yes.”

“He had something over his nose and it might’ve restricted his airflow when he was,” you point with your free hand. “,when he was down there.”

The nurse smiles, chuckling. She pats your hand and then gets up. “He should wake up soon, if that helps at all. His pulse isn’t too weak and you can pull up a chair and sit by him if you want to wait.”

You nod rapidly. Slowly walking over to Copia, you sit down at the side of his bed. Resting your head on his leg, you take his hand and kiss his knuckles softly. You tenderly hold his hand in yours and never let your eyes wander from his face, eager to see the fluttering lashes when he wakes up. The adrenaline from the emergency has left now and your eyelids start to feel heavy. There looks like there could be room for you on the bed and slowly you crawl on top, the metal frame squeaking below from the extra weight.

You cuddle Copia to you and finally close your eyes, holding his hand up to your chest with your hand over it. The night passes and now the beginning rays of sunshine bringing in the next day float through the crack in the curtains. The light brushing of a thumb over your hand had your eye opening to see yours and Copia’s hands switched at some point in the night. Did you do that? You stare down at the intertwined hands before the soft chuckle reaches your ears.

“It was me.” Copia softly teases. “Good morning, cara mia.”

You jerk your head towards him, smiling. “You’re awake!” You softly exclaim.

He removes his hand from yours to gently cup your face in place so he can lean in for a kiss. “I’ve been up for a few hours now, actually.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You pout.

Copia runs his thumb over your lips and smiles. “I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful, finally resting after what was probably a very scary experience.”

You frown, nuzzling into him. “It was.”

“I’ve always heard about autoerotique asphyxiation but I’m not sure that’s one I’d like to repeat.”

You shift, laying on your side, wrapping an arm around his stomach. “I think I know what the issue was. Part of the instructions said to make the nose holes bigger after you get it on so it can sit flush with your own.”

Copia chuckles. “And you didn’t think to read that!”

“I,” you huff. “I think I was too blinded by excitement and pure lust to think straight.”

“Story of our lives, eh?”

The nurse comes in, a different woman from last night, and you hop down from the bed so they can run some vitals. His left hand is held in both of yours as you sit down in the chair on that side of the bed while they check on him. The nurse deems him back at a normal heart rate and that he’s ready to go back to your shared apartment, warning only to pause any strenuous activity for a couple days. She signs off a discharge note of rest and hydration.

“Rest up, Papa. Take it easy.” She says, bidding you two a goodbye.

You borrow a wheelchair from them and after a stroll through the halls, thankfully free of anyone this early, you two make it back home. He slowly rises from the chair, grunting and making the occasional “ehe” noise as he eventually stands upright.

“I have never felt more like an old man than I do now.” Copia sighs, moving a hesitant foot forward.

“Your energy will return; you just need rest like they said.” You walk over, wrapping your arms around his waist. With your help, he’s able to walk the short trek into the bedroom to lay down on his side of the bed. A couple ghouls have come in and changed the sheets and comforter for clean ones while you two were away. “Need anything?” You ask, brushing his hair with your fingers. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch.

“Just you.” He opens his eyes and his mismatched gaze looks up at you longingly, pleading for you to cuddle with him.

You grin. “One second. Let me go grab some water and snacks for later.”

He’s reluctant to let you go but upon your return, his face lights up. Copia makes grabby hands at you, restless to have you wrapped together once again. You giggle, scolding him without any actual anger for being so impatient.

You sigh, settling together in bed. Copia lies on his back while you rest your chest on his. Your hand rubs soft, soothing circles over his heart. Copia handles the remote to the TV in your room, tapping through the list of movies he’ll put on for background noise. Some time passes and you look up to find his eyes on you first.

“What’cha thinking about?” Copia smiles.

“You were such a champ through all of this, and I just wanted to say thank you.” You move to kiss the bottom of his chin from where you’re positioned. “I think you’ve earned something.”

Copia looks puzzled. “Earned what?”

You shift again to rest on your arm, propped up next to him. You hand on his chest continues to rub small circles, smiling. “The next time we have sex, I’ll call you Papa in bed.”

He makes a sharp humming sound and locks eyes with you, grinning deviously. “Oh, really?” Copia begins to lean over to get you on your back. He seems ready to pounce but in the next second, He’s breathing heavy and his face pales. You can feel his heartbeat picking up under your palm.

Slowly you coax him back down onto his back. “Please, Copia. Follow orders. I don’t want a repeat incident so soon.”

Copia winks up at you and you lean down to kiss him, humming into each other. When you pull back, his face has returned to its usual color, now with a faint blush. “As I said, amore mio. You take my breath away.”

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it Translations: My piccola diavoletta [little devil] Piccolo angioletto mio [my little angel]

All credits to FicAndKaboodle for the cheese wedge line and the "nose-us" pun. it was too hilarious not to put in there.

#papa copia x reader #copia x reader #cardinal copia smut #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost #ghost fic #my fics #personal #cult AU

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nicoathogwarts · 2 years ago

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I cannot stop thinking about what would’ve happened if Luke found Nico in the labyrinth and it lead to a domino effect where Nico joins the Roman’s way earlier.

Obviously Minos lead Nico to Luke as a way to get revenge on the gods.

Luke takes in Nico not only because he’s a child of the big 3 so super powerful and younger then Percy, if Luke kills Percy then Nico will be the one in the prophecy.

So Nico joins Luke, and Luke knows exactly how to deal with an angsty 10 year old. Mostly by promising Nico that he’ll kill Percy for him in revenge. So Nico stays and chills with Luke. He’s not super into the whole killing the gods thing but he is for vengeance. So he stays.

During the Battle of Manhattan Nico’s at the mountain base, hidden away so that he’ll be safe for after Percy dies.

Jason and Reyna find him after storming the base and defeating the titans there. As far as they know, he’s Roman and Nico, realizing that Luke’s left him as well, joins them.

Nico does everything to be Roman, it’s an easy switch of the most part, his odd fighting style is explained via him summoning skeletons to teach him how to fight. Mythomagic helps him easily switch from using the Greek names for the gods to the Roman names.

Learning Latin is a struggle, but he learns out of a mix of desperation and worry they’ll realize he’s not one of them. Knowing Itallian helps thankfully and no one is any the wiser and the ghosts know to keep their mouths shut.

Everything’s fine for awhile, Nico makes friends, he’s close with Reyna and Jason. Maybe Hazel’s there, maybe she’s not, I’d say not personally.

And then Percy Fucking Jackson shows up out of nowhere and Jason goes missing. And everything around Nico silently crumbles. Everything he’s built will be gone, everyone will realize he’s a son of Hades and not a son of Pluto. He’ll lose his friends and his home. He’s already lost Jason, though the dots are easy to connect, he’s definitely at camp half blood.

His saving grace is Percy not knowing who he is.

It’s almost cathartic for Nico to watch people tense up around Percy. How the find him strange and how he’s so clearly an outsider.

The tables have been turned. And Nico watches every second of it with glee.

Even before it’d been revealed Nico was a son of Hades the campers at CHB were weary of him on instinct. Nico remembers how one of the other unclaimed kids told him that he was... off. There was something strange, threatening about him.

And now Percy gets to experience the same thing with the Roman’s and their distrust of Neptune and his children.

Once Percy goes on his quest Nico knows he won’t die. So he busies himself with looking for Jason, slowly trying to inch everyone towards the correct conclusion without being too obvious.

But it all comes to an end, and Percy returns with the eagle and his memory intact.

Percy stays quiet, pulling Nico to the side when no one’s around and asking him what happened, why he’s here, how he’s here. Nico shrugs and shadow travels away.

It gets worse when the Argo II comes, when Jason sees Nico and even though he doesn’t remember there’s something so achingly familiar about him he knows that at some point they were close.

No one is as confused as Annabeth, who immediately knows.

“Nico? We thought you died.”

And all hell breaks loose.

#Nico di Angelo #percy jackson #luke castellan #jason grace #the son of neptune #Heroes of Olympus #pjo #hoo #alternate universe #reyna avila ramirez arellano #Percy Jackon and the Olympians

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cloudyyoimiya · 2 years ago

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HEAR ME OUT.. SCENARIO ABOUT PM!DAZAI,CHUUYA AND GN!READER WITH THE SONG ANIMAL IMPULSES BY IAMX or if it's too much you can do PM!dazai,chuuya and gn!reader Where reader is like the harbinger of death and has the personality of arlecchino from genshin (if u can do polyamorous)

i love this oh my word. i looked up the meaning to the song, and i feel like it’s very fitting for arlecchino and this scenario. for the arlecchino bit i also referenced the one show from the itallian theater since not a lot is known about arlecchino from genshin. also, i hope you don’t mind that i threw in some headcanons! thank you for requesting <3

With a S/o Like Arlecchino from Genshin; PM!Osamu Dazai and Chuuya Nakahara

Format: Headcanons and Scenario

Potential Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence

Here’s a link to the song mentioned.

First things first, you’d be the backbone of your relationship. You’d make sure that the two of them stay in line, and you’d make sure that they don’t try to kill each other over the littlest things.

The two of them would obviously know about your distain towards the Port Mafia. You have made it very clear that you would betray the mafia in a heartbeat if it was beneficial to you.

Now, since Arlecchino is a harbinger, let’s say that you’re an executive for the Port Mafia. You’d be known for leading a squad that specialized in vigilante-like work. This is what originally what drew Dazai in because he’s never seen someone try to do some good while being in the mafia.

You attracted Chuuya by being stern with your underlings, and how strong you seemed on the battlefield. One day he was assigned to work with you, and he was pleasantly surprised by your physical strength.

How all of you got in a relationship was quite tricky. Originally it was Dazai that confessed to you first, but Chuuya ended up overhearing and decided to interrupt the conversation by confessing his feelings as well.

You had to calm the two down, then lectured them about getting all worked up over something as idiotic as this. Eventually you made the two apologize to each other and made them make an agreement.

The relationship wouldn’t be as bad as it may seem. Dazai and Chuuya both put in effort to not fight while they’re in your presence. Every now and then you’d find them arguing over you in private, but once you gave them a cold glare they’d immediately stop talking.

Scenario…

“But (Name)..!” Dazai whined. “You already spent a lot of time with Chuuya! Do you love him more than me?”

You let out a prolonged sigh. You then pinched the bridge of your nose. “Osamu, I already told you. We were sent on a mission together. He didn’t take me on a date or anything of the sort. Do you understand me?”

On this particular day Mori had sent you and Chuuya out on a search and eliminate mission. Chuuya’s ability allowed him to cause a lot of collateral damage, so it was perfect for this particular mission. You only sat down somewhere behind him and watched as he tore through the enemies defenses.

The mission went well, and the two of you returned home without any injuries. As of now Chuuya was in the shower cleaning off some blood while you sat in the living room with Dazai holding onto your shoulders like it’s his lifeline. You almost felt as if he was going to crush your bones from how hard he was holding onto you.

“It’s not fair! You’re always sent on missions with Chuuya instead of me!” He continued to whine.

You put your hand on Dazais face and pushed him away from me. “It’s the bosses orders. There is nothing I can do about it.”

Dazai sighed as he flopped down onto the couch. He started to pout as you picked up your phone. You then started to scroll through some books that you wanted to purchase.

The man let out another sigh, this time louder than the last. You directed your gaze back at him, glaring daggers.

“If you’re so unhappy about the arrangements that Mori have made, then I highly suggest talking to him about it. I absolutely hate it when you act like this,” you said with an unamused expression.

Eventually Chuuya emerged from the bathroom, wearing comfortable pajamas. You glanced up at him then looked back down at your phone. He didn’t seem happy in the slightest.

“I could hear you whining from across the god damn house!” Chuuya raised his voice as he pointed at Dazai. “Do you know how fucking annoying you are?! I was just trying to take a nice and relaxing shower, but you just had to ruin it!”

You glanced up at Chuuya once more. He immediately stopped his yelling.

“Are you done? I dislike it when you engage in fights while I’m around; you know that,” you stated. You then looked at Dazai. “And you need to stop whining whenever something doesn’t go your way. It annoys the both of us. Are we done here? Good!”

You stood up and then grabbed Dazai and Chuuya. You immediately gave them a soft hug.

“You two will be the death of me,” you said contently.

Chuuya hummed as he wrapped his arms around the two of you. Dazai followed suit, squeezing the both of you rather harshly.

“You’re gonna break my bones!” Chuuya exclaimed.

“No I won’t!”

You only sighed. Tonight was going to be a long night of meaningless bickering.

requests are open <3

also i do apologize if this is short. writing more than 2 characters dialogue is something i just mildly struggle with BDBDB

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd headcanons #bsd season 4 #bsd s4 #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #osamu dazai #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bungo stray dogs dazai #osamu dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader

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sunny6677 · 1 month ago

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Sofia Simmon's!! ATHENA'S KID!!

Full Name: Sofia Oliver Simmon's.

Nicknames: Sofie, Simmons, Fia, etc.

Age: 15-16 at the start, 17-18 at the end of the story.

Birthday: May 22nd—was delivered right onto their father's doorstep with a single note attached.

Pronouns: They/she.

Gender identity: Nonbinary.

Sexuality: Lesbian, or aro-ace, or possibly both—I'll have to decide.

I'm debating between giving them a Canon love interest, or possibly giving her a queerplatonic relationship with someone.

Sofia is both Greek and Itallian, and knows both Greek and Itallian as languages, and slowly learns more English as time goes on, though she isn't too great at it at first.

Sofia tends to like learning, reading, and being put in charge of something—especially if it has to do with strategy. She dislikes the thought of being with someone just because they 'aren't looking for love at the moment' (could be because they just aren't into men and don't realize they like women, or that she doesn't realize her lack of romantic interest might mean they're aro-ace). They dislike men, being treated like they aren't intelligent, and also being bested in things to do with smarts or math.

She has a scar that goes all the way up her back, but it's old, and is from a big ass bird monster that they fought that was trying to scoop them up and feed them to its children—can't decide if I want it to be a scar they gained after having a dream though for the m y s t e r y, or just after an incident.

Sofia is a little arrogant, but clearly quite clever, and eager to learn. They're quick to act, and try researching whenever she's been told about something. They kind of always assume they're in the right about everything, and don't like it when people are actually winning against them in an argument. They can also be a bit easily annoyed, but awkward too, and generally wanna be left alone—though at the same time, she craves some appreciation.

Sofia reads, calculates math equations, and researches as hobbies.

I imagine Sofia possibly becomes a professor in college in the future, a teacher to elementary children, or a professional mathematician or strategist.

They are generally quite intelligent, and use their wits in battle a lot or in dire situations. But she's also too arrogant about certain things, and can't handle being wrong—which can sometimes cause dangerous things.

They also might have a birthmark on their upper right arm somewhere that looks like the face of an owl somewhere—

Her voice is a bit low, intelligent and stern at times—but generally softer when around those she cares for, or when around young children since they don't wanna sound mean.

They usually wear light academia, masc type clothing I imagine—and also have Misophonia.

She has an allergy to water— 😭 because I guess Athena wants to keep her away from Poseidon that badly. But they usually deal with it by consuming a magic elixir that makes them resistant to water—they only ever drink it if they have to go into contact with water though. And they have their own little enchanted replacement for water (drinkable water), so it's aight./lh

She lived in a upper middle class home, slightly isolated on a hill far away from the other houses in town. They had a dad, and a step-mom—though while their step-mom never directly did anything, she wasn't exactly kind to them and treated them like they were filth—and always tried blaming her for unreasonable things. And while their father was there, he was kind of absent and usually dismissed their worries even if he acted like he cared for them.

She's afraid of being wrong, but has a deep phobia of Spiders due to Arachne. They have a good habit of usually checking things to be certain of different things, and a bad habit of being too confident in her own assumptions sometimes. Her shoulders are always very broad, and they have an odd habit of flipping their hair a lot, and rolling their eyes.

She came from the most expensive school in her city, though even there, she was always isolated, and the only real company they had were their proud teachers. They're always quite interested in Athena, and are also interested in owls, and the history of war. They do have a surprisingly witty sense of humor, but are serious most of the time, so she doesn't ever really think she has 'time' to joke around. She's good at solving logical problems most of the time, but can sometimes let her assumptions get in the way of their thinking. And they can recognize when others are upset—but are awkward and unsure of how to comfort them. She's quite creative in strategy, may have a mild problem with drinking too much coffee, and are very much introverted. They hate when others are wayyyyy too uneducated about obvious things—and are generally quite tired or serious most of the time, but can be in a good mood if things are going her way. She's never had a handshake with anyone in their life before by the way.. and her most prized possession is a gigantic book of war history that their father gave to her as a gift via mail when he couldn't be present for her birthday one year.

Her favorite food would be cinnamon pancakes if they didn't eat apples on a regular basis—and their favorite drink would have to be coffee.

Sofia always faintly smells of old books. They always contact Chiron or Annabeth (who's a counselor now, or maybe a guardian of something) if something goes wrong—maybe even contact one of the God's if it's really bad. They have a whole bucket list ahead of things they wanna do in order to find whatever job is right for them. And they always sleep oddly peacefully and quietly, with the blankets half-draped. Anytime she gets up, she does a stretch, gets herself some coffee, sips it and then gets ready after.

They value education over love, though she also values family (at least they value Athena as her family anyway). She strongly believes she's got to fight her way to get a proper education in the world, and do their best to succeed. And they have a good perception of themself, but rarely recognize their own flaws. And they also have a more realistic POV than anything.

She's mainly motivated in getting an education and succeeding in life. And always believes in putting education before anything else. However, a dark secret of hers is that she once didn't even care about the idea of their father dying or being in danger because of how angry they were at him in the moment—thinking he did everything to them on purpose. They realized he wasn't as malicious as she thought after though, regretted it, and now feel guilty about it, keeping it to herself inside.

Their biggest dream is to achieve everything they ever wanted after all the effort she's spent. Though her main goal is to find a high position where she can spread education however they may please, and share their knowledge. Her deepest fear is their secrets being found out, especially their more morally grey ones. She internally struggles with guilt and arrogance a lot, and externally, they struggle with their misophonia making their life in camp a living Hell sometimes. Again, she deeply regrets the mistakes she's made, and holds it against herself. She also strongly desires for her efforts to be recognized, especially by their own mother.

They deal with the external pressures of everyone pressuring them into strategizing for war or for hurrying up with battle plans—

She's deeply insecurea bout being wrong. Her greatest joy is being able to ramble about their interests. Their worst nightmare is being trapped where no one can find them.

I imagine they have a mentor student dynamic with Athena that grows more like a parent child dynamic over time—but it's very complicated and Athena has some flaws as a mother, and Sofia can get quite frustrated with her lessons sometimes. Sofia might also even be buds with an Aphrodite kid.

Abilities: Being able to fly like an owl due to a cape Athena gave them, reading books in milliseconds no matter the language—but not being able to speak aloud whatever language it is if it's one they don't speak, teleporting, seeing visions of different obstacles or outcomes for different routes, being able to summon and talk to owls, etc etc

#percy jackson #percy jackson s/i

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nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx · 1 year ago

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Helpless part 13 (Hello I hope someone is listening)

"Morning Death boy."

"What time is it?"

"Eight o'clock I the morning."

"Goodnight Giraffe."

"Get up, we're getting breakfast."

"Let me sleep."

"Nope." Nico was refusing to get up so Will decided to do the only logical thing and pick him up.

"Put me down Solace."

"Don't think I will Death breath."

"That's a new one."

"Thought of it on the spot."

"Good for you Sunshine, now put me down."

"Not a fan of that idea." Will ran, carrying a very pissed Nico. "Hey Percy."

"Hi Will, should I ask why you're carrying Nico and also how you haven't gotten murdered yet?"

"Well he wouldn't get up so it was to only logical solution."

"Fuck you." Nico muttered,

"I wish you luck on not getting murdered."

"You know I could just shadow travel away?"

"No you quite literally can not, it would kill you."

"Great."

"Neeks."

"Do you have a death wish Will?"

"He's harmless."

"I have killed people William."

"I can confirm this, I was nearly a victim."

"Let's not forget you also tired to kill me."

"Why are you two trying to kill each other?"

"We don't talk about that."

"He's annoying as fuck." Percy and Nico said at the same time, locking eyes with each other, leading to a mildly concerned Will.

"Okay.... I'm going to pretend this never happen." Will placed Nico on the floor.

"Finally."

"Di Angelo, me and Jason-"

"-Jason and I."

"Not you to, same thing. We have decided to kidnap you, you're finally joining us on the big three table."

"Why exactly?"

"You'll get lonely."

"I'm perfectly fine being alone."

"Too bad, sucks for you."

"Stronzo." Nico muttered under his breath before waking off to join Jason, Percy went to follow him but Will pulled him back.

"Make sure he eats three full meals a day, shove it down his throat if you have to. I'm not joking, if he's refusing to eat or drink hold him down and make sure he eats for the next few months. I don't know how he's still alive at this point."

"I'll make sure he eats; mate you alright? Your eyes are bloodshot, when's the last time you slept?"

"A few days ago, I'm fine."

"A few days?! Mate, you need to sleep."

"I'll survive, pure chaos in the infirmary. Oh, don't tell Nico this but, you know how Aphrodite kids can speak French because it's the language of love? I can speak Itallian because it's the language of music, so if you were wondering, when he walked off he called you an asshole."

"Eh, not surprising. I'll catch you around Will."

"Yeah see you round." Willl walked off to join his siblings at the Apollo table.

***

"Don't think we didn't hear that, you're taking today off and no night watch until Tuesday." Kayla said pulling Will down and shoving a piece of toast in his hand, "And you're eating breakfast today, you've skipped it for a week."

"I've been busy."

"Would you like me to show you a list of every single person you've told to stop skipping meals? Let me start the list, Nico, Selina, Leo, Beckendorf, Annabeth, Michael-"

"Okay, okay you win. But I can't take the day off-"

"Not optional, go pine over Nico for the day or something. Maybe even, you know, sleep? Can't remember the last time you did that, more than a week."

"Oh shut up."

"Actually, I have a great idea." Austin interrupted, "Go talk to Cecil and Lou Ellen, they tired to kidnap you many, many times."

"Shit, yeah I should probably go talk to them." Will tried to get up but was held down by his younger siblings,

"Not so fast, you're still eating breakfast." After being force fed three full plates and swearing on the river of Styx that he would get eight hours of sleep that night he was finally allowed to leave.

***

"Finally, we missed you. We've been waiting for you to get off work for the past week." Lou Ellen said punching him in the arm.

"I should probably tell my siblings the kidnapping's off..."

"The what?!"

"Well me and Cecil tried, but Kayla found out we were coming and stopped us."

"So then I thought if I got the rest of the Hermes kids in on it they couldn't stop all of us."

"Of course you did."

"Well you're always in the infirmary."

"I've been busy for a few days, that's all."

"Well I know you haven't slept properly for the last eight days, and that you always insist on taking night watch."

"And anything difficult, and Nico."

"So? I'm fine, just busy."

"You're overworking."

"No I'm not."

"Will when was the last time you took a break?"

"Last year, Michael and Lee's funeral, I took half a day off."

"You can't do that to yourself."

"I can't let Kayla and Austin burn themselves out."

"Gods, I can't do this right now. I'm going to trust your siblings to talk some sense into you; want to go steal something?"

"I'm down, we just need to be back by three. In time for the thing." Lou Ellen smirked,

"Ohh rightttt."

"What did you do?!"

"You'll find out Sun boy."

"I'm scared."

"You should be."

***

_______

I wonder, if nobody is listening to my voice. Am I making any sound at all?

I hope you're prepared for what's coming soon.

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popculturebuffet · 1 year ago

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Uncle Scrooge: The Secret Santa Spell Review (comission by WeirdKev27)

Happy Holidays all you Happy People. It's that time of year again, time to haul out the holly and the breadcrumbs because we're talking about ducks again. Yes while I haven't talked about ducks nearly enough on this blog as of late, finding a Ducktale for christmas has always been a priority.

This year though Kev took the reigns on this one after realizing this was a tradition, and found me TWO. We were originally going to do the darkwing duck christmas special, something I didn't know existed and still know little about on purpose and still plan to next year.. but then... he found this. See back in 2021 I reviewed the Carl Barks comic a letter to santa. You can find the review here.

But the main takeaway is it features THIS iconic scene

Look saying i'm a simple man would be a boldfaced lie, but sometimes it's the simple things like an absurdly rich duck and his nephew fighting to the death with heavy machinery so one of them can give their nephew's the remaining machine as a christmas present that bring me joy on this holiday season.

That said after years of basking in the warm glow of having randomly found a comic about Scrooge and Donald battling to the death with steam shovels, I found something just as holly jolly.. and just as gloriously, wonderfully nuts. My friends it's time I introduced you to the Secret Santa spell.

Again Kev, my producer of sorts, deserves the credit here: he found this in Disney Christmas Parade, IDW's christmas anthology they printed every year for a while, and god bless him for it as this story is gold. It's a genuinely good, well done Magica story that thanks to taking place on christmas and involving a claus somehow less thought out than the one where if you kill Santa you become Santa, figgy pudding, a murder tree, and a volcano finale, is also completely bonkers and I love every second of it. This is a geninely fantastic scrooge story and one worth taking a look for yourself if you can find it online since it's out of print. For those of you who can't or simply don't wanna, come with me under the cut as we explore the hap happiest christmas since bing crosby tap danced with danny fucking kaye while Donald and Scrooge tried to pummel each other with steam shovels.

This story comes to us from writers Fransico Artibani, Lello Arena and artest Silvio Cambolli. I hadn't heard of any of these people before this as i'm not really up on my itallian duck comics but they do an excellent job here and I certainly will be looking out for more of their stories.

For this story we open at the bin a few days before christmas as everything's winding down for the holiday and Donald's doing one of his last bits of slave labor for Scrooge when two Scottish obviously suspcious carollers show up. Scrooge apparently gets so many that both are and aren't villians in disguise he's worked up a bit of an extreme solution.. granted he wanted to just pour oil on them but then legal got involved.

So he has to go with the Virtuetron 3000, an elaborate setup he had gyro work up that puts MIND READING HELMETS

Yup i'ts magica.. I mean I can't blame Scrooge for being suspcious, turning her shadow into a teenager to sneak into the mansion only for said teenager to fall in love with scrooge's daughter, this ain't, but i'm less concered with Magica and Co's half baked scheme and more concered a man who underpays his employees, quite literally owns the town, and already has a fairly sketchy moral compass has MIND CONTROL technology.. and giant killer robots

You'd think this would be an out of character expendature... but he got it from a reliable presidental source

Scrooge did all this so he could have a restful christmas. Magica.. isn't having the same as she has some uninvited guests.

Okay so some introductions are in order as i'm sure some of you had the same reaction I did

Thankfully Inducks also indexed who they are. Starting with the one I DID recognize, the little tyke is Magica's niece Minima, the basis for Lena and Magica's exact oppisite: kind, selfless, cheery. The only thing she isn't inverted on is magical talent, as Minima has a knack for it.

The two strangers are Rosolio and Gramma DeSpell. Yes GRAMMA, that's magica's grandma. What's intresting is there's two distinct versions of the character that don't really contradict each other, with this one in the 90's becoming a bigger fixture, and there being nothing to say this isn't the same character given a Sabrina the Teenage Witch style makeover, just a few years BEFORE Zelda and Hilda's got there's in fact. Go figure. She's a bit of a hippie and tries to talk down Magica from her schemes.

Her sidekick here, and sexual harasser, is Rosolio, a mildly inepet magician who followed her from italy to hit on her.

So Magica's about ready to just abandon her magic shop and go.. fuck off or whatever when Minima innocently brings up something...

Yes folks, this is indeed our premise: Santa put in a clause in his magic that's somehow weirder than "If tim allen shoves you off a room tim allen become santa claus" or "If tim allen dosen't find a wife in time he ceases to be santa claus" or.. let's just say anything tim allen adjacent. If you wish for something seven times and happen to be some sort of spellcaster, you get it, regardless of morality, intent or what it actually is. Which DOES mean good news for one little boy man robot

But still raises a LOT of questions. It's not a bad concept, that asking for something enough means santa will take pity but why isn't their restraints? Why has Magica, someone Santa would objectively not liked asked 7 times? why have we only heard about a magic version of the junior woodchuck guidebook this once? why didn't we get a fourth season of ducktales so Frank could adapt this? These are the things that keep me up at night. This is also a thing that keeps me up at night.

Donald just admit you need glasses instead of taking it out on your children, for all our sakes!

So Magica goes to the north poll to deliver letter 7 personally while Gramma.. only stops Rogoilo from going with her then hopes she'll be okay.

Magicia isn't as an elf being pulled by a sleigh full of pengys and getting there late notices her. Honestly we wouldn't have this plot at all if the best boy pengy wasn't busy.

Magica is frozen solid and is revived by 30 cc's of hot chocolate. I don't know if Tom Hanks sang to her, he was also busy that christmas

Magcia repays this kindness by busting up the north poll, going on a rampage to find Santa since the elves handle letters. Keep in mind this ENTIRE act of the story, her getting frozen, her going on a rampage, her bringing an evil dead tree to life before fighting an army of teddy bears and snowman

YUP. You didn't think the insanity stopped at mind policing, killer robots, santa clauses and improperly placed penguins did you? Nope we get a full on offscreen lord of the rings battle complete with ents simply because Magicia wants to gloat in person. And despite this section being padding.. it works. of COURSE magicia would want to gloat to santa, of COURSE she coudln't wait for Christmas day. It's totlaly in character and her singing oh christmas tree or spitting out hot chocolate are just.. such nice character touches. Of course she's so dedicated to being evil she hates something sweet. OF COURSE.

It's something neat about this comic: i'ts bonkers, no question.. but it's also simply fantastic on it's own merit. The idea of Magica getting a santa wish is neat on it's own, but the story then uses Minima to anchor it: she's frustrated it seems her aunt will never be happy and always obess over the dime, and thus teleports to the bin to take it from her, not understanding WHY it's precious to scrooge or WHY her aunt wants it, simply wanting to make her aunt happy. No one even knows; the thought police helmet's don't scan ill intent.. because there isn't none. It's just an innocent child wanting to bring her Aunt christmas. This version of Minima reminds me a LOT of 87 webby, and it's in the best way: innocent , kind, selfless.. all the good things.

Anyways Santa finally goes to confront magica, wondering why she's doing this the answers no.. and forgetting his own stupid policy until it's too late, with her asking for the dime and him entering a trance to go get it.

It's christmas eve and Scrooge is bored as nothing's going on. Disturbingly he wants to know how litigatoins are going. Those orphans aren't going to be forced out into the snow themsleves, ghosts of past buisness partners be dammned!

Scrooge is interuptted from taling to Mrs. Quackfaster byt he arrival of santa. Thinking it's magica in a disguise , he sicks a robot guard dog on her he turns into a sheep.

But then we get the crowner, the weirdest, best, and most wonderful thing in this story.. I present...

I"ll level with you all, while holiday shopping was easy this year, i've still been dealing with a lot of seasonal depression and regular ole depression. It's been a long month with loved ones in the hosptial (nothing serious but also nothing you need to know about in full), work piling up and me not even taking the time to enjoy some of my gifts. I've had plenty of kind people, thoughtful gifts, and wonderful friends but sometimes the stress of this job, as much as I love it, and the world can get to you. So getting to just relax and review a comic where Santa turns Scrooge's bin into a giant figgy pudding while under hypnosis.. it helps> it warms the spirit and reminds me why I do this. For the joy of good stories.. and for the wonder of nonsense.

For those who like me wondered what Figgy Pudding actually even is, wonmder no more: it's a traditional british pudding made out of animal fat. You no doubt have more questions but we have more story

So Santa snaps out of it once he gives Magica the time and she teleports out. Scrooge asks santa to go get it.. but despite you know having TURNED SCROOGE'S BIN INTO PUDDING and stolen his prized possesion, he's .. less than helpful.

I just.. dude... man.. santa dude man claus... Christmas is important. It brigns joy to children and it's why youd o this. I get that. But how does "I need to return the dime I stole while BRAINWASHED due to a stupid bit of magic I never bothered to undo or work up a backup plan for", equate to "greed begats greed'.

For starters the Dime.. isn't just a dime.. and you should know this. Your santa. You know everything about a person, it's your deal. This dime was the first bit of honest money Scrooge ever earned, a reminder of what he started, something he dearly loves and treasures not because it's MONEY but because of what it means. And even not knowing that Scrooge didn't start any of this shit. Scrooge has to constantly ward off Magicia's crap, something you DO for a fact know as you rejected her wish till your dumbass magic kicked in. She's not trying to steal his hoarded gross amount of money, she's trying to take the dime and she's trying to do it for an evil plan. YOU KNOW BETTER SANTA.

Granted this could be a christmastime grift as Santa gets Scrooge to promise a big dinner and bonuses for everyone in duckburg, so he could've simply been fleecing scooge.. and I prefer that interprtation as it fits santa better: Santa would WANT to make up for what he did with magica and WANT to stop her because Santa is a kind, caring person. And even if she hadn't used the santa spell against him, she still attacked his elves out of spite. I prefer to think he would've helped anyway but knew Scrooge deserved to be taught a lesson which, fair play to the big guy.. Scrooge ABSOLUTELY did.

So they go to stop him while Magica goes to show off her dime.. and minima realizes Magica didn't open her present and thus dosen'jt know and is about to make an oopsie.

So Scrooge and Santa go to stop her, but can't... luckily thanks to Minima giving Scrooge a chocolate coin instead of giving her the midas touch, the spell gives her...

It's an excellent brick joke on Magicia hating chocolate, and a great visual. it temproarily makes her the sweetst duck in the world.. which leads to some shipping bait

But a genuinely sweet ending for Minima who, if for one moment and only thanks to magic.. gets to enjoy her aunt. I mean Magica becoming sweet thanks to choclate magic is KINDA Messed up.. but it's hard to not enjoy a child who simply wanted her aunt to be happy.. getting that for one breif moment.

I still feel bad for her as this won't lass, Magicia will be back to her abuse hateful self.. but I can't begrudge a kind, innocent little witch her happy ending. I just don't have it in me. It's not forever, Magicia gets herself back.. but for one day.. she'll treat her family how they deserve. And Rogilo how he really dosen't but you can't have everything now can you?

So because we can't just end on the sweet moment, Santa assures Scrooge the figgy pudding bin will turn back after christmas.. but until then.. he has a promise to fufill.

Every christmas story should end with the whole town eating a rich man's property. Hell EVERY christmas should. Eat the rich's buildings kids!

This story is excellent. Really werid? yes. Having a pretty bonkers ending for no reason? Yes. Is said ending hilarious, the throughline of Minima heartfelt, and the zanier stuff also really funny? Entirely. It's a well done Scrooge story set around christmas with santa's indgiance at helping scrooge being the only thing I really don't like. Had he phrased it less as "you brought this on yourself" and more "you don't deserve it after how you've treated your employees" it'd make more sense. Still one little bump dosen't ruin the figgy pudding.. I think. I don't know how figgy pudding works. I do like this story though and highly recommend it. Thanks for reading.

#scrooge mcduck #disney #donald duck #magica de spell #minima de spell #granny de spell #rogillo #comics #idw #ducktales #christmas

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