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metranart · 8 months ago

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Mikey x Reader x Draken (Tokyo Revengers)(Part 6)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Mikey, possessive! Draken, naive! reader, threesome, violation of trust, dubious consent, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, teenage craves, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, pussy eating, love confessions, cock-drunk, boys trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, sleeping! reader, gang stuff.

The water is already steamy, and both boys itch to fulfil their next fantasy. They know it would take time to have your full and undeniable consent and approval.

The duo also knows this wasn’t the best path to win you over but now that it's done, there’s no way back and letting you go isn't even an option.

“N-No.” your defiance is intoxicating for some unknown reason.

“No, huh?”

“Yes, I said no.” You don’t let the shake in your voice manifest.

Meanwhile, the heat emanating from the shower starts to create a cloud of steam and being the only one with clothes on, you can feel the fabric beginning to stick against your skin.

You don’t know how to be shameless regarding nakedness like them. As if they didn't care if someone else saw them…. Even as if they've seen each other naked a million times, and then, it hits you.

“—Since when are you together?”

Mikey hums, pensively, “We know each other since we were just your height, little one.” The blond openly jokes, and you can hear Draken snickering.

“You are like one inch taller than me—”

“You’ll do good to remember that.” Mikey keeps teasing, sassy grin curving his lips.

Fed up with his antics, you stop tip toing around them, and aim for a punch under the belt.

“Your boyfriend is being an asshole, Draken.” You spat, venom dripping from your tongue, crossing your arms in front of your chest a tense silence floats for a second too long, and it pops like a soap bubble when, they burst out laughing.

“She is at us, baby.”

Draken says between laughter, and you can hear his equally annoying buddy, clap a hand at his knee while holding his stomach, letting the laughter slowly die down.

“(Y/N)—you perspicacious little thing…” Mikey chuckles out, and cleaning the remnant of tears from his eyes, shakes his head, “of course, Draken and I are a thing.” The short blond unashamedly, admits.

“…Lover?” you murmur and quickly correct, “—boyfriend!”

“The first one…” Mikey replies, unconcerned “and the second one—” continues, your mouth opens but he keeps going, “and… the third one.”

Confusion reflects on your features and is quick to add.

“He is mine—” easily claims, “the same as you are.” Shrugs his shoulders, unworriedly looking through your shoulder at Draken who plainly grins.

“You can’t own a person…” you hear yourself whisper.

“Sure, you can!” he boasts, “as long as he owns you back—” Mikey explains, standing up from the toilet lid to take a couple of leisured steps towards you “… and I promise you…” the bastard towers over you, even when he’s just a bit taller, “Its. Fucking. Fulfilling.” Closes the distance with each word until is face to face with you.

The whole room begins to feel cramped; you feel like an animal inside a cage and sensing your weariness, Draken pats your shoulder, lightly.

“You must be suffocating in so many clothes—you’d better take them off.” He suggests, previous warning buried under layers of patience.

You hadn’t even noticed that you were profusely sweating, Toman’s uniforms are not for hot weather … or, rather for steam baths.

The fabric adhered to your skin feels awfully uncomfortable and soon the discomfort is so much that you don’t see another option. No doubt that damn Draken did this on purpose, smart little bastard.

“—Could you turn around?”

The request leaves your mouth out of your control and to your surprise, both comply.

They turn around without saying a word, and you stay still for a moment before starting to undress. You know it's silly because they're going to have to see you eventually, but being granted this small favor makes you feel a little more in control.

“Ready?”

Mikey asks, since the noises of clothes falling to the ground stopped being heard, and you sigh heavily before answering.

“I would feel more comfortable if you let me bath on my own—”

“We understand…” the ghost of a smile hunts your face for a brief moment when Mikey seems to yield “—but then who would wash your back,” but then he adds, wiping all mirth from your features right away, fake concern tainting his sarcastic tone, “or clean behind your ears…?” Draken joins following his lead, and you can hear the smirk on their faces even when you can’t see it.

“—Does messing up with me bring you guys any kind of twisted pleasure?” you ask, making sure they notice your contempt for them, “or is it part of your supposed unconditional LOVE for me?” Your blatant mock makes you feel pleased when they don’t reply immediately.

Finally, some payback, you think, but you couldn’t be more wrong because you just gave them the excuse they’ve been looking for, since the three entered the bathroom.

“She still doesn’t believe us, Kenchin.”

Mikey groans, stretching his back soundly, like subtly reminding you how strong they are compared to you.

“I heard—” the dragon tattoo owner replies, “and it breaks my heart.” Draken sighs, yet it sounds false and combing his blond hair back, stresses.

“Sounds to me like it’s our sacred duty as her irrevocable boyfriends…” makes a meaningful pause for you to witness him slowly turn around to look at you while spelling the next words, “—to remind her who she belongs to now.”

Fear melts your satisfied grin into pure despair and taking a step away from the intimidating tall blond and his dark promise, your naked back bumps against a solid chest.

“I agree, baby...” Mikey´s voice sounds closer to your ear, “now (y/n) … It’s your decision how this will happen…” the Toman leader explains, pressing his strong chest flush against your bare back, resting his chin on the curve of your shoulder to spy your reactions, “… we can be gentle and sweet, or NONE…” putting a lock of hair behind your ear, pecks your cheek, gallantly and finishes, “your move.”

A loud breath tells them that you are getting awfully nervous, your gaze desperately searches for a way out, and they only follow your line of sight, yet don’t attempt to move. Until you try to take a step forward and as if in chain reaction, Mikey’s arm encircles your waist and Draken closes the distance, only leaving a centimeter of air that prevents your breast from colliding with his.

“I—…I believe you!” you lie, “there’s no need—”

“Nop.” You feel Mikey´s lips glued to the shell of your ear, “Just decide.”

You hate being put in these scenarios, and you hate more that you are so afraid of them that you prefer a known devil, than a devil to know. So, disgusted by your next words, you shamefully reduce to play they little sick game of power.

“Gentle.”

Both boys' smirk, wildly. Without a doubt, you are beginning to be trained to comply, and that pleases them very much, so much that they are going to gift you an extra special, session.

“Smart move.” Draken praises, “of course, she´s our smart girl.” Mikey complements.

Is the last you hear before been push under the hot water jet, the sound of the water lapping at your skin drowns out every sinful moan you try so hard to bit back as their naughty hands and thirsty mouths, explore your curves without restraint.

Trying to keep your legs closed is useless as teaming up, they spread them, effortlessly, losing all sense of composure and frantically both drag their fingers among your slick folds, enticing you to follow their euphoric pace.

You can´t swallow the heavy moan that breaks your composure, and Draken presses his lips to the line of your jaw, you instantly go rigid at the gentle kiss, making you wonder how someone who looks so dangerous can be so mellow.

“I know it´s only being a night since,” he whispers against your skin, fervently, maneuvering your palm to wrap around his warm, thick cock. “But don’t you ever stop us from touching you again, (y/n).” He groans and aids you to give him a good, rough squeeze, so he can slowly start to thrust his hips into your clenched fist.

“Fuck—that´s it.” He moans hoarsely, “keep going—Don´t s-stop...” your hand moves erratically, not sure how to please him and not sure if you want to keep going, when Mikey urges you to continue by wrapping his hand among your fingers, “Like this, Babygirl, Draken likes it when you pamper the head...” and following his instructions, you brush your thumb along the tip of his cock and Mikey hums approvingly when his bestie´s body jerks with it. “That´s a good girl.” The shorter blond praises, letting you keep going on your own.

Meanwhile, Mikey’s hands attack you gliding over your wet skin like a snake, caresses with a smooth continuous motion, insistently pursuing the curve of your breasts, squeezing hard enough for the plump flesh to spill among his fingers while his hard cock smears against your bottom, letting you nestle it between your butt cheeks, praises of how good your being falling from their mouths like water from the faucet.

“Be honest with us, (Y/N),” Draken gasps, growing harder and harder in your hand, “at some point —Fuck....” his breathing stutters, “—this scenario had to cross your mind… at least once….”

“W-What—what scenario?” you murmur, overstimulation making your speech drag, for Mikey is unable to stop playing with your hardened nipples, “don´t stop—” Draken groans, and you begin to stroke his throbbing length up and down in time with his euphoric thrusts.

“You guys are not my cup of tea...” you drag out, between pitiful whimpers and Mikey barks a humorless laugh before reply, “what's not to like, babe?... To me, you sound outstandingly pleased.”

“—Being fucked… without my-my consent—by two abusive gang members w-who won’t take no for… an answer?” how the fuck do you find the words to entice them even more is beyond them, but you do, “… and you ask—...what's not to like?”

A crude chuckle quakes Draken’s chest with blessed amusement and he press soft, open-mouthed kisses along the heaving curve of your neck, letting his warm tongue come out to taste you and slowly disentangles your fingers off his length, for your attention to be solely on Mikey, who reaches one of his hands down to gently cup your cunt.

“It’s not ideal, of course,” Mikey admits, mindlessly and you gasp at his blatant honesty, hand in hand with his working fingers on you, “-we are not some stupid gang members who don't understand anything,” his words are being muffled by your skin when his lips trace your shoulder, “we also understand that what we did, has consequences—” he agrees, and you realize why he´s one of the most respected leaders among the gangs, “but everything has a solution... if you accept us as yours.”

You groan deliriously when his digits scissor your sensitive cunt. “We´ll give you anything, sweet girl.” A ragged gasp tears through your throat and his back straightens, proudly at hearing your melodic orgasm rip out through your convulsing frame. “Thats it —” he breaths against your ear, “... that orgasm was nothing compared to what awaits you, if you say YES.”

Collapsing against Mikey´s body, he all too pleased holds you, lifting you a little off the floor, patiently waiting for your legs to work again.

“There is nothing you can do—to make me say yes...” you strive for your voice to sound firm but fail miserably, even so, the message is sent... “—nothing.”

“Well, that was disappointing...” Mikey slumps down a little, “but hey! this was my first attempt to woo you—” Oh my God, they had to be kidding... “I'm sure the others will be successful, and soon you'll come back to your senses, ain't that right, Draken?”

Draken nods, “—but that doesn't mean we can't help her to cope, Mikey,” he adds, wickedly.

“Ain´t you smart, baby…” Mikey praises his lover.

“Just...this time... let ME set the tune—” Draken calls dibs.

“By all means, Commander.” Mikey concedes.

Your sarcastic comeback catches in your throat as the tall blond, invasively slides his palm between your buttocks, and his thick thumb breaches the sanctity of your ass.

You raggedly gasp, stunned by his audacity.

“—Don´t...!”

“Shhh... just relax and let me work you.”

Your body fills with wildfire, ladling heat into your lower tummy. The sensation is genuinely mind shattering, no one has ever done something like that to you... not even yourself, the discomfort is too fleeting, only remaining a feeling that you cannot describe.

Your eyes shut tight as your mouth forms an “o” shape, but no sound comes out, and Mikey takes advantage of the moment of blindness to slide his fingers inside your tired slit, thumb designated to your clit, making lazy circles over your vulnerable bundle of nerves.

“It feels—I feel...w-weird,” you gasp out, swallowing thickly and reaching your hand out to rest along the smoothness of Mikey´s neck. He noticeably leans into your touch. “Relax, baby, just let him work.” He advices reassuringly, peeking down at Draken pumping his thumb, in and out of your virgin ass.

Your fingers squeeze gently, ranking your nails among the wet skin you can find. “...I don´t think... I can handle—”

“Sure, you can—” Draken is swift to interrupt you, thick fingers abandoning your spasming asshole to brace you up into his arms, you manage to stay remarkably still for someone who is being forced to straddle and present its ass out.

“I think she´s as ready as she will be.” Mikey suddenly says, speaking to Draken while ignoring your constant pleas for them to stop. “I guess, it´ll hurt,” Draken´s sigh presses against the side of your face, and glimpsing Mikey´s furrowed brows, hurries to add “—but just for a second before she stretches.”

The skin of Draken´s back feels feverishly warm under your fidgety palms as his toned muscles periodically flicker and shine under the slippery gush of water.

“Hold on tight to me, (y/n).” Draken instructs, sliding his palms from your thighs to your ass where he parts your butt cheeks for Mikey to dip the head of his cock inside your butthole.

You have to bite down on your lip, hard and harder, when Mikey suddenly impales you to the hilt in one swift roll of his hips, splitting you wide open in one single sharp thrust, which drags a pitched scream out of you and a highly pleasurable and long grunt, out of him.

“Oh my—….FUCK!” he blasts, out of breath “Oh my fucking god,” his head falls back, gasping deeply.

“...That good?” Draken wonders, firmly holding the sides of your thighs to keep you sprawl, Mikey nods.

“I´m gonna—make her milk me ´till she burst,” Mikey mutters raggedly, before setting a brutal pace, your moan piercingly loud, forcing Draken to cover your mouth. “Easy there, gorgeous, we don't want the whole brothel to wake up,” Draken says, and once he sees your brows starting to smooth again, he takes it as his cue to massage your ass before burying himself inside your cunt to the hilt. This is too fucking much. Your body is reaching a point of overstimulation you had never experienced before and noticing your slitted, crossed eyes, the sub-commander takes a long stilling moment for you to accommodate and enjoy the way you feel so asphyxiatingly tight around them, thanks to how well both are filling you.

“Thi-This...This is definitely it, Babygirl, you are so... so PERFECT.”

“She´s doing so well,” Mikey´s eyes remain tightly shut to be able to last, the slapping of his grinding hips against your ass a constant sound among your pitiful whimpers. “I’m so fucking close,” his voice sounds annoyed, “this kitten´s reaaaaally squeezing down on me, good—Fuck.”

“I know—...Ngh! So, fucking cramped-…. this cunt is...—driving me nuts.” Draken’s long, and awfully thick, every thrust of his fat cock nudges against that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

You feel them sync up, and suddenly each thrust is appropriately devastating to your inexperienced body, not a trace of pain left, just the feeling of being impossibly stuffed. Your mouth drops open, and your eyes roll to the back of your head when Mikey sinks his canines to your shoulder. “M cumming,” and, bites hard to prevent the loud growl when he spills his seed inside you so fucking violent, it makes his legs almost collapse under his weight.

“´Yo still with us, Mikey?” Draken barks a laugh when his leader slumps down into the solid ground with a maniac grin stretching his lips like a wild man. His back continues to rise and fall with quiet, unsteady breaths, clearly passed out from overexertion. “Oh my god... oh my fucking God, Kenchin—...I'm going to burst into happy tears, man.”

“´Yo kidding, right?” Draken reaches up and takes one fistful of your hair to lean your face to his, but you are already half-way numb, and groaning a little, he keeps fucking you, steady and slow.

“Then, you call it a day.” Draken hurries to ask his fallen comrade, hips never faltering, your legs limp at each side of him.

“I, fucking, am—” Mikey grunts, too pleased with the experience to even care.

“So, do I have green light to: do whatever the fuck I want with our kitten?” he smirks, slowing down for a second to rub your back, affectional.

“Sure, man, fuck her stupid... stupider, if that’s even possible.”

Mikey enjoys the show from the wet floor. Draken gives your ass a hard slap which makes you wince out of your numbness, and throws his head back in ecstasy, allowing your gummy walls to embrace him at its fullest.

“’M about to find out.”

COMING SOON PART 7....

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pleaselmhau · 1 month ago

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Soap with his scary goth babes 🤭

So I see Soap as bisexual with a thing toward scary bastards So just imagine Soap meets this lass and he’s going on and on about her, how pretty she is, perfect for him ah ah. The team finally one a day during a Christmas party Laswell is throwing or something tell Soap to bring her and he does. Cue the baddest looking goth woman walking in. Full goth makeup, teased hair, tons of accessories, skull printed skirt, platform boots and all. She’s grumpy in an endearing way, stoic, dry humor and all. And in Ghost’s head he is just like

Cause that’s literally a female version of him. Ghost and her hit it off, exchanging their driest jokes all night, and soap is just standing there grinning with his arms around her.

Nsfw under cut

Starts with Soap inviting Ghost back to the guest room with them, Ghost and the lass share a knowing look before both agreeing.

Soap wrapped around the lass, making them both stumble a little while Ghost follows behind in steady steps, shutting the door behind him. He can’t help thinking what the bloody hell he got himself into when he watches Soap messily kissing at her lips, tongue pressing into her mouth. Ghost doesn’t really know what to do with himself until Soap breaks away from the lass and nods his head toward the edge of the bed, “you coming, LT?” fuck Ghost’s feet are moving before he can talk himself out of it, carrying himself to the edge of the bed, where he sits. Then he’s having a lass plopped right on his lap by Soap, her tights snag on his pants and rip a little bit she doesn’t seem to care, pressing herself forward into Ghost. “He talks about you all the time,” she says with a hum. Ghost’s hands finally find something to do, one on her hip and the other tangling in her teased hair. “Yeah?” Ghost says gruffly before he sees Soap’s grinning face poke around her, cheek to cheek, his chest to her back. “Yeah, always t-“ Ghost watches as the lass shuts Soap right up with a look and hand to his chin, bringing her face close to Soap’s. She batts her long lashes, pinning Soap with her eyes. “Why don’t you get on your knees, hm?” She says raising her brows, “good boy.” Then her gaze is back on Ghost while Johnny does just that, happily sinking to his knees between Ghost’s spread thighs with a muttered, “well fuck me.” Ghost’s cock jumps to life watching the lass command, knowing just how to get her way. Then a chuckle rumbles from his chest, two rugged military men being bossed around by a pretty bird is not how he thought he’d spend his evening but here he is.

Turns into Ghost and the lass giving Johnny the best night of his life. Laying on his back, all sprawled out, with his legs up around Ghost’s hips, getting his ass stretched for the first time to take Ghost’s cock. While his lass sits on his face, his tongue lapping at her pretty pussy and muffling his moans. Her hand reaches down, wrapping around Soap’s cock and giving it steady tugs. When Ghost finally sinks in, his hips coming flush, Soap’s head goes fuzzy and he starts lacking on eating her out. So she reaches down with her free hand, giving him a few light taps to his cheek, “come on baby, keep going,” she purrs, rocking her hips against his face. Ghost is mesmerized watching the two of them interact, well until her eyes lift to him too, raising her brows. “Don’t tell me you need to be corrected too?” His own brows raise before he gives a sharp thrust into Soap, earning a muffled groan from the man underneath them. She smirks muttering out a “good,” before slotting her lips back over Ghost’s as they find a steady rythym. They could die a happy men right then and there.

The fun part is they can always explore so many dynamics considering Soap and her are full switches, Ghost I see as preferring a dominant role, but occasionally letting them take the reins.

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sentientgolfball · 6 months ago

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Can't Get Enough

So the anniversary of my first fic is on the 23rd and to celebrate here's a Rulti fic. Rain/Swiss was the first pairing I ever wrote for and it's interesting to see how far I've come in just a year.

Special thanks to @jesusbutbetterrr for the idea ! Also @hypnoneghoul @revengeghoulette come get your food!

Read here or on Ao3

Word Count: 4142

Tags: GILLS, intox, water ghouls are wet, this is the like the only time I've written sub Rain and I am in awe

Summary: Rain and Swiss disappear to the greenhouse to partake in their stormy night ritual.

The sky had been overcast all day. Dark clouds sat heavy, a slight chill in the air. The scent of rain was so thick even the Siblings could smell it. Despite the dreary conditions, the clouds did not break until past sunset. It began softly, a gentle patter against the windows; before long though, it turned into a downpour. Rain and Swiss had snuck off to the greenhouse when the first drop fell.

Now they are laid out on the beat up old mattress Mountain keeps around for winter naps. Fairy lights provide a soft orange glow to the otherwise dark building. The occasional flash of lightning acts as the only other light source.

This is their ritual. When the air finally turns warm and frost turns to dew, Rain and Swiss will end up at the greenhouse whenever there is a storm. It gives Swiss space to relax. Storms always give him a strong surge of energy, one that usually leaves him with a migraine. The curse of housing multiple elements in one vessel. It gives Rain a place to be immersed in his element while also avoiding the chill that causes an ache in every joint. Coming to the greenhouse together lets them still have company when they need away from the whole pack.

The first time had been an accident. It was a big storm, one that cut the power from the Ministry and left a multitude of fallen tree limbs. Swiss had needed to get outside before lightning exploded out of his body. He had no idea what was happening, his elements had never surged like this in the Pits before. Rain was letting the storm fuel him, ignoring the ache in favor of letting out massive bursts of water magick. It was the most fun he had had so far in his short time Topside. They ran into each other when the storm got so severe even they knew they needed to get back inside. They both ducked into the greenhouse instead of going to the den for the same reason. They weren’t ready for it to end. They hadn’t known each other very well back then, so they sat on the dirt floor and talked until pain zapped through Swiss’ skull and he nearly collapsed. When the storm passed and Swiss’ pain went away, Rain asked if they could do that again; sit and talk while they watched their element.

Sometimes it's soft and sweet, like that first night. Sometimes they break into Mountain’s secret stash and smoke until time melts away into honey. Sometimes they fuck until one of them bleeds. Most of the time, it’s a combination. Tonight is no exception.

They have one of Mountain’s tins sitting in between them on the mattress. Their legs and tails intertwine as they pass the joint back and forth, giggling about nothing and everything. Swiss takes it back from Rain, inhaling deeply and holding for a few moments before blowing the smoke toward the ceiling. He laughs and runs his hand over his face.

“Fuck this shit is good. It’s cruel and unusual that he hides this from us.” Swiss takes another hit before passing it back to Rain.

Rain coughs when he exhales, batting the smoke away from his face, “Why don’t you get him to show you how he does it? You’ve got some earth in you.” Rain takes a drink from the bottle of blackberry wine by his feet, also stolen from Mountain’s stash.

“Oh believe me rainstorm, I’ve tried. Bastard likes to keep his secrets.” He snatches the bottle from Rain’s hands the moment it’s away from his lips which are now stained a delicious deep red.

Any protests Rain has die on his tongue when he looks at Swiss. He can’t seem to be annoyed that he’s basically chugging the damn thing, too transfixed watching his throat bob with each gulp. He wants to reach out and touch, feel it move. He wants to lick over his neck and feel Swiss swallow on his tongue. Wants to feel the prickle of his stubble, the sting of fangs. Wants to drown in his sweet and spicy taste, utterly consumed by Swiss. He can’t help it, the weed always gets to him. Rain swears Mountain laces the stuff with aphrodisiacs. It doesn’t help that he can still feel the thrum of energy in his veins through the haze of smoke. He begins to lean closer when a flash of lightning startles him, making him jump back.

“See something you like, rainstorm?” Swiss laughs and looks towards Rain. His eyes glow when a rumble of thunder shakes the greenhouse.

They stare at each other for a moment. It's quiet save for the storm and their breathing. Swiss grins and leans in close to him. He stops just a few inches away from Rain’s face. Rain has to cross his eyes to keep staring at him. He can feel his breath. He smells sweet and herbaceous when he opens his mouth, his usual spice covered by the wine. Rain closes his eyes, waiting for the crash of his lips.

“Your eyes are red,” Swiss giggles before closing the last remaining inches. Only he doesn’t kiss him, he boops his nose to Rain’s and makes a honk noise. He throws his head back with a laugh almost as loud as the thunder outside. Rain huffs and tries to push him away. Swiss doesn’t budge, he’s still laughing as he wraps his hands around Rain’s wrists. He doesn’t try to remove them or push back, he just holds them.

“Don’t be pouty princess, you know I won’t leave you hanging.”

“Liar,” Rain snaps his fangs “I can count all the times you’ve stuck your tongue down my throat and then left.”

Swiss laughs at the same time lighting cracks through the sky. It illuminates him, for a millisecond more of his ghoulish features are visible.

“What can I say? Sometimes the chase is better than the reward.” Swiss suddenly yanks on Rain’s wrists, causing him to fall forward and practically face plant onto Swiss’ chest, “But not here. You always look so cute with that pretty little blush of yours.”

Rain hadn’t even realized. He doesn’t feel the heat in his cheeks until Swiss points it out. He can feel it get deeper, spreading down his throat when his brain finally catches up. He feels like he’s burning when Swiss cups his face with both hands to force him to look up.

“Wanna know why I love coming out here with you and no one else?”

Rain nods. He can’t find his words. Not when his limbs feel heavy and his mind is fuzzy. Not when Swiss’ eyes burn so bright he swears he can see every elemental color in them. He can’t tell if his mouth is dry from the weed or Swiss’ proximity. He doesn’t even realize his mouth is slightly agape until he feels Swiss rub his thumb over his bottom lip.

“Because I love seeing you like this. Big bad rainstorm too stupid he can’t even ask for what he wants.”

Rain swallows, throat clicking as his honey filled mind processes Swiss’ words. He can feel the drool in the corner of his mouth. He knows he needs to say or do something but mind and body refuse to cooperate. He can’t look away from Swiss, he doesn’t want to. He’s only brought back into himself when he feels Swiss’ thumb brush the dribble of drool away. He wants to turn his head, get his fingers into his mouth to suck on them. All he can do is let out a wheezing breath, something more akin to a whine than a sigh.

Swiss waits. He waits for Rain to do anything. He truly does love it when Rain gets like this. Needy in a way he’d never let himself be completely sober. Always has to be in charge even when he’s on the bottom. He enjoys it when Rain is cruel, but this is special. Little bit of wine, little bit of weed gets him so sensitive. Swiss sometimes wonders if he’s faking all the little whimpers he chokes on. It’s captivating, addicting, watching how everything he knows about Rain gets flipped.

Rain swallows again. Swiss can feel his throat bob from the hold he has on his cheeks.

“Gonna say something, princess?”

“Please…”

“Please what?” Swiss tilts his head, grinning wide.

Rain’s lips move without the words. He knows what he wants. He wants everything Swiss has to offer. He wants to be distracted from the hum of elemental energy by more than just drugs. But his head is so hazy he can barely get the words out.

“Lips. Mouth. Kiss…please?”

Swiss huffs a laugh before pulling him in. It’s soft at first, a simple press of lips. Rain still clings to him like he’s being devoured, hands twisting in Swiss’ tank top. He wants to draw it out, really make Rain shake, but the weed and the weather make his resolve slip. The kiss turns hungry fast, a cycle of pulling back an inch just to press back in. Lips meeting lips over and over again with a satisfying wet click.

Swiss kisses Rain hard one last time before licking across the seam of his mouth. Rain doesn’t hesitate to let him in, groaning when the tip of Swiss’ tongues swirls around his. Rain feels the bead of Swiss’ piercing slip between the fork in his tongue and he nearly doubles over. He tries to lick into Swiss’ mouth with the same hunger, but it feels like his tongue is made of lead. All he can do is tilt his head, open his mouth a little wider, and let him taste.

Swiss pulls back just enough to bite Rain’s bottom lip before plunging back in, licking over his fangs. Rain’s cock kicks and he suddenly becomes very aware of how hard he is. He uncurls a hand from Swiss’ tank top in favor of palming himself through the sweats he stole from Cirrus. He gasps into Swiss’ mouth the moment his hand touches his cock. So sensitive even through layers of clothing.

Swiss knows he shouldn’t, knows Rain will just pout and whine and paw at him until he gives back in. He can’t help himself though. He loves seeing the flash of fear in his eyes, truly believing he won’t give him what he needs with his mind muddled with weed. Swiss grabs Rain’s wrist, holding him still the same moment he pulls away from the kiss.

“Ah ah ah,” he tuts, “not yet, rainstorm.”

There it is. The wide, almost panicked look in his eyes. He feels the hand still clutching his tank top tighten, claws scraping against his skin. The sting causes a zap of electricity to shoot down his spine. He gets dizzy with arousal for just a moment. He growls, nearly abandoning his little plan in favor of pouncing on Rain. Maybe Mountain really does lace this stuff?

It’s a high-pitched whine that brings him back. His eyes refocus, looking down at Rain. His lips are shiny and swollen, parted slightly as he breathes through his mouth in quick short huffs. There’s a pinch between his eyebrows that Swiss can help but reach up and smooth out.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna give it to you. There’s just something you have to do first.”

“Please,” Rain begs, “anything. Please just need you.”

Swiss smiles and fishes the half-smoked joint out of the tin. He wiggles it in front of Rain’s face.

“You gotta finish it Rainy. Can’t let Mountain know we were here.”

He knows Mountain will know. They both do. It’s rare they make it back to the den after a night of going through Mountain’s stash. He’ll find them in the morning when he shows up for his chores. Even if they somehow stumbled back inside, the smell alone is enough to prove their guilt. Swiss doesn’t care. He wants a lap full of stupid, pliant little water ghoul.

Rain looks between Swiss and the half-finished joint. He blinks slowly, processing Swiss’ request before looking up at him with big eyes.

“S too much,” he shakes his head, “can’t do it. Too much.” He almost looks like he’s going to cry.

Lucky for him Swiss isn’t totally heartless. Not tonight at least. He coos and presses a kiss to his forehead.

“It is, isn’t it? Barely had half of one and you’re already brainless.”

To be fair, he knows he’s not faring much better. He’s not as reactive as Rain, but Mountain’s stuff never fails to make him feel like he’s living in a space between solid and gaseous. Like he’d float away with a too strong breeze.

Rain nods at his words, a whine escaping his throat. Like one of a dog left in its cage when its owner leaves the house, a sad and broken little noise. Swiss pets through his hair.

“Don’t worry rainstorm, I’ll help you. But I’m not touching you until we finish it, got it?”

Rain nods again. Swiss grins and sticks it into Rain’s mouth. His eyes widen momentarily before brings his hand up to hold it. Swiss snaps his fingers and a small flame flickers on his thumb. He holds it close until the end catches, snuffing it with a wave of his hand. Rain takes a deep breath, chest visibly expanding. He blows the smoke directly into Swiss’ face. He can’t tell if it was on purpose or if he’s just that out of it he didn’t even think to turn away. He doesn’t care either way. Rain slumps against him and Swiss moves him so that his ear is pressed against his chest. He keeps one hand around his waist and the other on his thigh. Dangerously close to the bulge in Rain’s sweats.

Swiss plucks the joint from his lips, taking a quick hit before shoving it back in place. He watches Rain. Watches the way his chest inflates, the way his hand shakes a little. He can’t see his face from this angle, his hair falling in a way that makes it impossible. What he can see, though, consumes all his attention. His gills. They flutter with every breath he takes, exposing the soft membrane for a millisecond. Every flash of deep cobalt blue makes Swiss’ mouth water. He can just barely make out the little razors that line the inside. He’s totally enraptured watching them ripple minutely.

The next inhale from Rain is big. Swiss can faintly hear him when he sucks in the smoke. He holds for a moment before letting it out. Swiss’ jaw drops when he watches the smoke pour from his gills. They flare and he’s able to see completely inside of them for however long it takes for Rain to exhale. He swears he can see his throat moving. It makes him dizzy. He leans closer on the next hit, squinting to see if he actually can look into his throat. He can feel the smoke get blown into his face. He’s not touching him, but Rain must be able to sense how close he is because he whines.

“Thought you said you were gonna help me?”

Swiss blinks slowly, drawing his attention away from Rain’s gills to formulate a response, “I am. Go ahead rainstorm, I'm right here.”

When Rain exhales on this one Swiss leans down close. Close enough that Rain can feel it when he sucks in a breath. He shudders when he feels the warmth on his gills when Swiss exhales the smoke.

“Swiss,” Rain warns.

Even with his mind totally submerged in honey, Rain knows if Swiss gets his mouth on his gills it’ll be over for him. They’re already sensitive enough when he’s not high. He’s afraid he’ll cum in his pants with the first pass of a tongue. He has cum in pants when he’s with Swiss like this and that was without a clever mouth hovering over his gills. He swallows thickly when he feels Swiss laugh.

“C'mon finish it Rainy.”

Rain doesn’t know what else to do but listen. He knows what’s coming. He knows what Swiss is going to do. He inhales and waits, holding out until his lungs ache. He barely has a chance to breathe before he feels Swiss lips wrap around his gills, sucking. He gasps and shudders, hips twitching involuntarily in search of friction. Swiss lifts his head for just a moment, lips brushing over the membrane when he speaks.

“You’re so close raincloud, finish the damn thing and I’ll give you everything.”

He dips back down when he feels Rain shift. He sucks in the smoke from his gills once more and the noise Rain lets out makes his cock jump. He doesn’t let go this time, breathing the smoke out of his nose. He licks across the slit just to hear him make that pretty little sound again.

Rain drops what’s left of the joint with a gasp. His whole body shakes when he feels Swiss’ tongue enter his gills. He couldn’t care less about whatever Swiss told him to do earlier, all he knows is the feeling of the warm, wet appendage. He can feel Swiss’ hand press closer to his cock, but the assault on his gills steals all his attention.

Swiss is practically making out with them. He sucks on them before dipping his tongue inside as far as it’ll comfortably go. The other hand, the one on Rain’s waits, slips under his shirt. His fingertips brush gently over the gills on his abdomen making Rain moan loud and wanton. He slips the tips of his fingers inside with practiced ease, muscle memory helping him avoid the tiny razors. He pets at the inside membrane and Rain sobs.

“Please touch me, Swiss. Need it, it hurts. Please.” He’s shaking. He sounds pathetic. He doesn’t care. Not as long as Swiss wraps one of his massive hands around his dripping cock.

Swiss laughs, speaking into his gills. The vibration drives Rain crazy, “I am touching you, princess.”

Rain weakly tries to pull the hand that’s under his shirt away. Tries to pull it down to cup the tent in his sweats. It doesn’t even budge. Rain can feel the grin spread across his lips.

“I told you, didn't I? I wasn’t going to touch you unless you finished the whole thing. Did you?”

Rain looks at the joint on the ground. It’s almost laughable how close he was to the end. He hiccups, sob catching in his throat.

“No.”

Swiss hums and shoves his tongue and fingers back into Rain’s gills at the same time. He chokes out a broken little moan.

“But what oh what about me?”

“Well,”

Lick

“You’ll either cum from this,”

Lick

“Or you won’t.”

Swiss shoves his fingers in just a bit deeper and Rain keens. He can’t take it. He’s so hard it hurts. He can feel the wet patch that soaked through the front of his sweats. He’ll have to wash them before giving them back to Cirrus. With shaky hands, he pulls the waistband of his pants and boxers down just enough to pull his cock out. He shudders when hot skin meets cool air. He’s slick and shiny, wet from the copious amounts of pre he had started leaking since Swiss kissed him. He gives in to Swiss. He slumps his entire body weight onto him, closing his eyes with a sigh at the same time he wraps his hand around his dick.

He gets lost in it. The feeling of Swiss practically eating out his gills. At the feeling of him fingering the gills on his abdomen. He jerks himself in quick little strokes, trying to go at the same pace as Swiss’ tongue and failing. He’s vaguely aware of the feeling of Swiss rutting against his back, but it’s hard to focus on anything with his brain effectively turned to mush. If he turns his attention to Swiss at his gills then his movements turn sloppy, barely providing any sense of relief. If he focuses on stroking himself then he’s not as aware of the assault on his gills. In a brief moment of clarity, he vows to never touch Mountain’s shit again. A promise he’s made a million times. One he’ll continue to break.

He lets out a broken gasp when he feels Swiss’ unoccupied hand wrap around his cock. He gives him no time to process, no time to question. He strokes him fast, fist twisting over his head with each pass. He couldn’t take it anymore. The sweet little sounds spilling from Rain’s lips became too much. He needed to watch him cum, needed him to make a mess so Swiss could lick it up and taste him. Rain is utterly helpless to it. Swiss has every part of him. All he can do is whine and whimper and attempt to buck up to meet Swiss on the down stroke. He can feel his slick dripping down his cock and into his sweats, can feel it soaking his balls and his thighs.

Swiss presses his thumb into the sensitive skin on the underside of his head at the same time he plunges his tongue into his gills as far as it’ll go. Rain can feel him in his throat. It’s too much, it’s all too much. He cums with a shout, high-pitched and feminine. Swiss slows his movements but doesn’t stop stroking him. Milking him for everything he has. He doesn’t stop until Rain’s crying turns from relief to pain. Swiss pulls his tongue and fingers from his gills, pressing sweet little kisses to his jaw. He mutters praise in between each press of his lips. He holds Rain tight against him, not entirely sure he’ll be able to keep himself upright if he lets go. He rocks them gently. The only sound that fills the greenhouse is Rain’s pants and the storm outside. Eventually, he catches his breath enough to speak. He says the only thing that comes to mind.

“You touched me.”

Swiss laughs as loud as thunder, “Had to make sure you caught up.”

Rain furrows his brow before slowly turning in Swiss’ hold to face him. His body shakes as he moves, groping the front of Swiss’ lounge shorts. His falls open, a brief moment of shock before he giggles. Swiss grunts when he squeezes, smearing the mess in his pants over his spent dick.

“Don’t give me that look. Not when you just soaked half of Mounty’s mattress.”

Rain slumps his head forward to rest on Swiss’ shoulder, “You like it.”

“Damn right.” He kisses Rain’s temple before bringing his hand up and popping each of his fingers into his mouth one by one. He sucks Rain’s spend off, groaning when the taste of petrichor and sea salt hits his tongue.

Rain is asleep by the time Swiss licks the mess off his hand. He huffs a quiet laugh before lying down, keeping Rain on top of his chest. He rubs up and down his back, until he starts purring. Swiss is quick to follow him after that, closing his eyes and giving in to the pleasant haze in his head.

It’s a bright and sunny morning. The exact opposite of what yesterday was. Everything has a shine to it, still wet from the storm that raged all night long. Rain is awake, but he hasn’t opened his eyes. He’s warm from the sunlight streaming into the greenhouse. The rise and fall of Swiss’ breathing comforting. His head still feels a bit fuzzy, but nothing like the previous evening. He’s content to lay there all day, but his ear twitches at the sound of a snuffle. He cracks an eye open only to see Mountain standing above them, arms crossed and a neutral expression. He snuffles again, nostrils flaring.

Rain elbows Swiss in the ribs. He jumps with a groan.

“Too early. Go bed.” Swiss rolls over causing Rain to scramble off him.

“Swiss wake up!” He hisses.

“Whaaaaaaat?” He sits up, blinking slowly.

When he finally opens his eyes all he sees is Mountain. He practically jumps up, rolling off the mattress to kneel on the dirt floor. He puts his hands up in surrender.

“Hey Mount. Funny seeing you here we were just—“

“You have five seconds to run.”

Rain and Swiss exchange a quick look before bolting up and running. Rain stumbles, nearly tripping but he catches himself and keeps going. Mountain watches them through the glass. Rain sprints to the lake, Swiss back towards the Ministry.

Mountain cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders as he walks towards the door, humming a tune only he knows.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #the band ghost fic #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss x rain #rulti #18+ mdni #mdni #golfball writes

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nicole-ashwood · 1 month ago

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Double Exposure: A guide on how we make them pay and the signs that will show it's working

Yes, I know a lot of the hate is going to Deck Nine, and believe me some of that is deserved. But ultimately Square has final Veto power and dictates where the story goes thanks to studio mandates.

Either way, this first part is how we focus our own power and make the bastards fix this. You want change? Here's a guide.

Do not buy ANY more Life is Strange products. Corporate bastards only pay attention to cash flow. Hit their wallets.

If you have self control and decent writing skills, leave a review on Metacritic. Praise what works (Hannah, some of the writing, the inklings of a background plot revolving around an evil future Max), and damn everything else.

Everyone else? Try and do the same on Steam. Just make sure you have enough playtime (~30 min - 1 hour) so people will be more aware. Quality doesn't matter on Steam so much as the Community Score.

Attack the story and writing choices, not the cast and writers. Bosses exist for a reason, focus your fire if you plan on referencing anyone.

Do not dox, send death threats, or do ANYTHING that they can use to justify your dismissal. You want this fixed, don't stoop to their level.

If you can, vote in any game awards the series appears in. Hannah has another game on the way, we'll make sure she gets her proper praises then.

Get your opinions where they matter. Instagram, TikToc, Reddit, and Twitter are where the search algorithms look. Make sure people know how bad they fucked up here.

Return the game if you can, and just watch Let's Plays. Bleed them dry.

This game will only sell if we aren't loud enough. Games are expensive. Your average buyer will still look up reviews and scores before they pop down a 50.

You want change? Don't say it's hopeless and get to work.

You die when you lose hope, and if anything I at least plan on taking as big a chunk out of them as possible before then.

And now for signs we need to keep an eye out for.

Anonymous Employee leaks and what tone they are going with. If the leaks show us things like Arcadia Bay, character returns, or anything else that gives us a hint to the plot taking place in AB, those are good signs.

Keep an eye on anyone who might return, and what their upcoming work is. Rhianna/Chloe has the mystery Lead and is our best clue, but the actors for Joyce, David, Victoria, Steph, Alex, and Ryan are all people we need to keep an eye out for. If they plan on bringing in LiS 2, then keep an eye out for Daniel's actor. He is the only one who could really return.

Watch for updates to the Remasters and series wide collectors editions. Square is going to milk the shit out of any capstone game, and this is where they'll do it.

Look for collabs that feature Max AND Chloe. Those will be meant to keep the series fresh in peoples minds up until 2027/early 2028 (assuming the tweet screenshot I posted previously continues to be true).

Books that highlight Chloe's view will probably be on the way soon. A lot of the stuff we've seen regarding Chloe in this game points to them revising what they originally wrote so Chloe appeared less toxic then originally wanted (yes, I just heaved when I wrote that). These books will continue to soften her, and ensure that she is single for the next game. Yeah, I fully expect the next game to ape the theme of restoring bonds from the first.

Keep an eye on their LinkedIn. As of this writing, they have 101 employees, half of which are artists and designers. Expect that number to increase come January. The finance report for this game will be out by then, and Square will probably pour more cash into D9 to hasten the next games release.

This series can be salvaged. It needs to be salvaged, if anything because it's the loudest voice gaming has for those who are marginalized. This series, in our current hellworld, is too damn important to end on some bullshit pivot like this, but it's only going to make it if we force their hands ourselves.

If you are a fan.

If you care about LGBTQ+ issues.

If you want to help those who feel alone and without anything to look up to in life.

Then by the Gods you damn well better do your part.

#life is strange: double exposure #lis de #life is strange double exposure #pricefield #chloe price #max caulfield #life is strange

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eden-3000 · 1 month ago

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I'm in the mood for some angst🤭

in the first war, Remus gets captured by the werewolves/death eaters and is brutally tortured for info till sirius (/+order) come to rescue him??

you can decide the aftermath- if u wanna keep moony alive, sirius caring for him or 🫢

FUCK YEAH. I LOVE ANGST! (I´m also still not quite satifsied with how this turned out, but I feel like it´s the best I can do. Sorry)

Wordcount: 1229

Sirius was shaking.

It had been weeks since they had any news from Remus and now this. A Patronus in the form of a dog. All they could hear from its mouth were gutwrenching screams, Remus begging them over and over to stop, telling them that he didn't know anything.

The thing was, that he did. Sirius knew he did. Remus could end it if only he told them something - a location, names, anything! But of course, the gorgeous bastard didn't.

"We need to help him. We need to do something." Moody considered. "We can't risk them capturing someone else." Sirius' fist hit the table, glasses and mugs tipping dangerously to the side. Tears of frustration and fear blurred his vision. He hated crying. Especially in front of people - people that weren't Remus.

"FUCK 'SOMEONE ELSE'! You sent him there, you bring him back! You bring him back to me right now or I swear I will make you scream louder than that!"

For a split second, the Auror looked impressed. But not long before he regained control over his features. James put a hand on Sirius' arm, trying to hold him back. "It sounds like he didn't talk yet. Do you really want to give them the chance to change that?", he tried calmly, but Sirius could clearly hear the worry in his voice, James just had the self-control he himself lacked.

"Potter has a point there", Alice Longbottom said. Her husband - just like many others - agreed. Remus was beloved. The teachers, the girls, their Girls - that being Lily, Mary, Marlene and Dorcas, who regularly invited him to sleepovers - and now the entire Order.

"We need to get him out. He's still almost a child, Alastor", Minnie - Merlin bless her soul - added sternly. "You're all taking a great risk for one man."

"He's Remus!" Sirius' voice was still louder than strictly necessary, but he wasn't yelling anymore. Moody sighed. "This meeting is over for me. What you do in your free time is none of my concern." With that, he stepped into the fireplace, with a hand full of floopowder and disappeared.

Their plan failed miserably the moment they tried to get in. James had successfully used his invisibility cloak to stun one of the werewolves and bring him back to question where they held the prisoners. However, as soon as they started moving forward they walked right into two men. Those two were handled quickly - but the one walking around the corner after them was quicker. He ran off before any of them could act. Seconds later they could hear an alarm, then multiple pairs of feet coming toward them.

James tried to pull him away, together with the others, but Sirius resisted. He could still hear Remus´screams.

Fuck! Fuck!FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK! Sirius started shaking again. He needed to find him. He couldn't lose his Moony. He couldn't leave without him

"I can't!"

He turned and ran towards the cells, the calls of his friends behind him, James close on his heels. "I will kill you if we die here, you know that, right." "Feel free, Prongs."

They were closer to the prison rooms than he'd thought and therefore didn't come across too many people. From there on finding Remus was not a problem. The cries were loud enough for them to hear through the dirty hallway. They both moved without thinking until the whines were getting so clear it was as if he could taste the pain.

Sirius didn't even need his wand, he just let the door turn to ashes with a flick of his hand, magic practically vibrating in his body like lightning. The sounds abruptly stopped as both Remus and the torturer looked at them in disbelief.

James quickly stunned the man while Sirius made his way to the wall Remus was chained to.

He looked awful. His skin was dry and pale, parts of his body were burnt, in others he found new scars. "It's okay. We're gonna get you out of here", Sirius promised, looking for the release of the cuffs.

"Hurry up!", James urged from the door. "I can't find the stupid release!" His hands were shaking. He could hardly think. Remus needed help. He needed to get out of here. And it was Sirius who was holding him back. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfu-

"Si... Sir'us." Remus' voice was hoarse, barely audible, but Sirius understood. "It's okay. It's gonna be fine, Moons, it'll be fine." He wasn't sure whether he was trying to convince himself or his boyfriend - either way, it didn't work.

"Fuck. Prongs!" James was there in an instant, one hand on his shoulder, gently pulling him back. "It's fine. I got it. You catch him when it opens." Sirius nodded, his eyes fixed on Remus'. He looked so tired like he was about to give up.

Sirius continued to whisper encouraging things to Remus. All the things they were gonna do when they got out of here. Then the chains loosened and Remus fell forward into his arms. Sirius took half a step back to steady him.

"I've got you. I've got you, Moony." He winced as Sirius' hands gripped his sides to keep him upright. Aperantly the wounds went deeper than he could see. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry", he whispered over and over again into his ear as James worked on the footcuffs.

"´m fine", Remus murmured and Sirius couldn´t help but laugh. "Of course you´d say that."

"He's out! Let's go." "Can you walk?", he asked Remus, who was almost completely leaning onto him and slowly shook his head. "Gotta carry him then." "Leviocorpus." With Remus flying between the two of them they made their way up and out of the tunnels.

It took longer than they'd hoped until they made it back to the quarters, where Madame Pomfrey was waiting for them. She had already prepared everything and so they lay him down on the free table.

She immediately shooed them out of the room to focus on her work. James and Sirius waited outside in the hall, where they met with the others. "Is everyone alright?", James asked, tugging Lily into his arms. "Yeah, we´re fine. Everyone made it out. How´s Remus?" She took a look towards Sirius who was walking up and down in front of the door, biting his nails. No one had ever seen him do something like that.

"He´s alive", James started quietly. "But he´s not looking good. They... I think they tortured him with every torture method there is."

"Why are you all talking like he´s dying?", Sirius snapped. "He´s fine! He just needs to heal a bit. We´ve seen him look worse after some full moons!"

James looked at him with pity. He hated it. He hated every one of them. Remus wasn´t dead. He wouldn´t do that to him. And yet...

Sirius felt like he was going to throw up. At some point during the next two hours, someone made tea, someone else tried to get Sirius to eat something. He touched neither.

Then the doors opened and Sirius half expected Remus to stand there and grin at them, asking why they were making such long faces. Those stupid werewolves wouldn´t get to him. They couldn´t hurt him. He was so much stronger than that.

It wasn´t Remus.

It was Madame Pomfrey, eyes swollen red, nose running.

"I lost him."

#marauders era #marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #the marauders #wolfstar fanfiction

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hogwartslegacyreactions2 · 7 months ago

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Hello i just discovered your blog and i love it but may i request an MC who was a child of a brutally war and had like 3-5 younger siblings who died in the war and one day when they are walking around a pure-blood said something along the lines of "OH their Siblings deserved to die" and MC just losses it and straights up punch the pure-blood in the face and knocking them out, how would the HCL +Professor's react to mc in that situation? (Btw I'm sorry if this is a too sensitive topic u don't have to write it if u don't want to, XOXO have a good day or night)

A/N: not to worry, that's what the warnings are for.

HLC REACT TO MC PUNCHING A BULLY

WARNING: MC has PTSD, terrorism, blood racism, hurt/comfort

It was less of a war and more of a massacre. The slaying of muggleborns in the 1885 attack was terroristic and unjust. MC was the only survivor of their family. Their siblings were gone. All that was left was the screaming in MC's head. The screaming that kept them up at night. The screaming that told them to run....to hide...

The pure blood student laid on the floor, holding his nose. Blood poured out as the student whined. MC stood over them, fists clenched. MC's knuckles were already bruising from the force of the hit. Their breathing was fast and irregular. Their eyes were wide and blank, they seemed a thousand miles away.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He'd never seen MC move so fast. Before he could tell the instigator off himself, MC threw themselves at them and punched with enough force to break bricks. He doesn't realize the state MC's in at first, laughing and jeering at the bleeding bully.

Until he notices MC isn't laughing with him. They're strangely quiet. Shaking. He hears a Professor coming and he steers MC away from the scene. "MC? What's going on with you? ..MC?" He gets a closer look at their face and sees silent tears flowing from their wide eyes. He's seen this face before, on Anne after they found their parents dead.

He takes MC's good hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. "MC. Come back to me. Come back to now. The pain is in the past, don't let it halt your future." He gently talks MC down from their episode and stays with them until they insist they're fine. Even then, he's hard to get rid of.

OMINIS GAUNT: He swears he heard bons breaking when MC's fist collided with the bully. He knew a staff member wouldn't be far away from the commotion and he immediately dragged MC away. "You shouldn't have resorted to physical violence. What that bastard said wasn't acceptable, but now you could be facing detention or worse! That sort of behavior is brutish! Just jinx them like anyone else, at the very least. ..MC?"

He'd just realized MC wasn't talking, not even trying to defend their actions. "MC..? I need you to talk to me. What's going on?" Silence. MC was as still as a statue. Their hand was clammy in his. "What they said....there's more to it, isn't there?" He didn't know the full story, but MC's silence was too loud to ignore.

He takes them to the undercroft to recover in peace and talk to them privately about what really happened.

ANNE SALLOW: She had her wand out but MC's fist was faster. "That's exactly what you deserve!" She huffs and grabs MC's good hand. "Let's go, before staff show up." She walks with them a while before asking about their hand. "Are you alright? You hit them pretty hard." She examines MC's hand. It was heavily bruised and possibly broken, but nothing a healing potion wouldn't fix.

She looks into MC's eyes and they seem to look through her. "MC? MC, it's alright. You're alright. You don't have to fight anymore. The danger has passed." She speaks soothingly until they seem themselves again. She hugs them if they let her. She has the strongest urge to comfort and cuddle.

IMELDA REYES: She sees red. How. Fucking. DARE they! MC swings once but she keeps the pain train rolling. She kicks them in the ribs. She curb stomps their stomach. She pushes them down the nearest flight of stairs and spits in their direction as they roll away.

It takes more than a minute for her to calm down and realize MC hadn't moved or said anything. "Hey...you good?" She's still breathing heavily from the adrenaline. "Let's get out of here." She gets them out to the flying lawn and pulls out her broom. "You going to use yours?" MC complied and pulled out theirs but still hasn't said anything or changed their blank expression.

"Follow me." She leads them to a high cliff away from the castle and the noise. "This is where I come to think...or scream. You look like you could do both right about now."

NATSAI ONAI: She uses depulso without her wand and the bully slides across the floor far away from them. She looks at MC with great concern. "You don't look so good. I have never seen you attack someone like that, even over pure blood nonsense. What was it they said that got to you?"

MC's tears come and it breaks her heart. MC was hurting in a bad way, she could see it in their eyes. "You were there, weren't you? This attack they mentioned." MC breaks into sobs and their knees give out. She catches them before they hit the floor and holds them close. "I am here. I am here, MC. I will not let anyone hurt you. Never again."

GARRETH WEASLEY: His eye twitches and he has to hold back the urge to bring out his wand. He couldn't curse the bully without risk, but he could do something. He drops a small green bottle on the bully's lap. "Here. It'll clear up the nose bleed. Come on, MC." He, somewhat forcefully, pushes MC away and leads them around the corner.

He smiles to himself when screams echoed down the corridor. The boils the potion gave the bully would last for weeks and be horrifically painful. "Got exactly what was coming. What does that git think he's trying to prove? Many purebloods are accepting of muggleborns. The terrorist attack all those years ago was a small extremist group and they're ALL in Azkaban or dead."

He talks and talks and talks, going off on tangents and eventually forgetting what he started talking about. It's not that he never noticed MC having a hard time, he just thought if he could distract them from it instead of drawing attention to it, he would be of more help.

AMIT THAKKAR: He's so shocked by what the bully said that he doesn't even process MC punching the daylights out of them. He just watches the bully writhe in pain on the ground. He's as still and silent as MC. Both processing what just happened.

LEANDER PREWETT: "Levioso! Descendo!" His magic throws the bully helplessly into the air and then slams them back down. They'd be lucky if they didn't have multiple broken bones. He pockets his wand and takes MC's hand. "Come on."

He takes them outside for some air. MC's outburst then sudden silence was unnerving him. "What happened in there?" He asked calmly. "He mentioned siblings of yours? Was he taking the mick or...?" His unfinished sentence hing in the air between them.

MC finally focused on him, years starting to stream down their cheeks. He could see it in their eyes, real pain. The kind of pain that makes you shut down. He doesn't know what to do so he holds their good hand and looks back into their eyes. "You're going to be alright."

"Maybe we should go..." He eventually says and he starts to walk away. MC follows and they walk in silence all the way up the astronomy tower. In the clear and cool air, they take a simultaneous deep breath. "People are rotting no matter where you go. Be it skin or blood or belief. The human superiority complex never ceases to disgust. At the very least, know that you have a friend in me, MC. I'm with you."

EVERETT CLOPTON: He throws a fogging dung bomb and he and MC escape the commotion. "Good on ya for putting that twat in his place! If you ask me, you should have just cursed them, but a punch will do." He laughs as he takes MC to a more secluded corridor.

He doesn't realize MC isn't okay until he tries to give them another one of his special dung bombs "for emergencies". Their blank expression first leads him to think they don't like the dung bombs, but when he takes a closer look at their eyes... "Oh...oh Merlin, MC, I'm sorry. I thought they were lying. Your siblings...that's why you...oh..." He awkwardly puts away the bombs and holds out his arms. "Come here, let me make it better."

POPPY SWEETING: "You really showed them. How dare they say such a thing! How horrible of a person do you have to be to believe muggleborns deserve death? Honestly! I can't even imagine what their parents are like." She spits in the bully's general direction and stands with MC as the bully slowly gets up and runs off.

"They're probably going to tell a teacher. Don't worry, I'll be your alibi. They tripped." She smirks and nudges MC with her elbow. She frowns when they don't react. "MC? Hello? Hey!" She waves her hand in front of MC and she gets more worried when MC still doesn't react.

She calms down and takes the time to examine MC's body language. Treating them like a stunned beast, she speaks softly and reassures MC that everything is okay.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy reactions #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #anne sallow #imelda reyes #natsai onai #garreth weasley #leander prewett #amit thakkar #everett clopton #poppy sweeting #tw ptsd #hurt/comfort #tw terrorism #blood racism

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thatonegirl322 · 10 months ago

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A yandere Gyro and Johnny pairing fighting off a yandere Diego and Hotpants or maybe Valentine?

IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG I HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO DO WITH THIS.

' = thoughts

" = speech

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As Y/n walks in a old 1800's western styled town she questioned her life and why she's still a big jojo fan.

Y/n plops down on the sandy ground and sighs.

" I'm tired of having to walk a mile, Im just gonna rest for a little while"

1 minute

2 minutes

3 minutes

" NOTHINGS HAPPENING IM SO BOR- is that a tumble weed!"

Y/n runs up to the mini sized tumble weed and grins.

" I've always wanted to throw a tumble weed at someone!"

Y/n grabs the tumble weed and puts it in her bag that she conveniently has on her.

' Welp, I guess it's time to walk until something interesting happens.... again'

Y/n gets up and pats off sand off her sweat pants.

' I wish I had my phone and some headphones'

" Darling? Is that you?"

' Oh shit it's the zesty ball cowboy, don't look behind you y/n, don't look-'

" Ummm no this is Tyrone" Y/n says in the deepest voice she can muster.

A different voice cuts in

" Y/n get on one of our horses now"

' That's definitely Johnny I can recognize that painfully blunt voice from anywhere'

" M-kay'"

I turn around and walk torwards them.

"Which horse should I get on?"

" Mine!" Gyro says.

" Wait what? She always goes on your horse Gyro it's my turn now"

' You know what since Johnny has a big ass- uhhhh i mean nice personality I'll ride with him'

" I'll ride with you this time Johnny" Y/n says as she smiles

" WHAT!?" Gyro exclaims doing his cursed shocked face.

I walk to Johnny's horse and after two embarrassing tries I get on behind him.

I wrap my arms around Johnny just incase the horse hates me.

" Where are we even going?" Y/n asks

" Were going to continue the race"

" Wait- how far are you into the race!?-"

" Johnny and Gyro, I haven't seen you in a long time" Valentine says as he comes out a carriage 5 feet away from us.

' How did none of us hear that loud ass carriage' Y/n thinks

" Johnny, Gyro, I think we should leave he's way too American-"

Tusk Act 4 and Ball Breaker come out of there Users backs.

" Hiya" Y/n says as she waves to the cute stands.

They excitedly wave back

' Wahhh~ so cute!'

Funny slowly stride's torwards us

" Hand Y/n over please, if you do that I will spare you and you make have a chance of winning the race"

" I would appreciate if I had say in this please!" Y/n says as she deadpans.

" No! We're not handing her over to you, you bastard!" Johnny Yells

" Fine, be that way then" Funny replies as D4C comes out

" You know, I could just runaway and leave Valentine to chase me, Then you guys can finish the race without me nagging you"

" NO!" Gyro, Johnny both yell

" Fine then, I was just trying to help" Y/n says as she rolls her eyes

' No matter what Y/n I'll always be with you, even if I have to kill a few bastards to keep me with you" Johnny thinks as he Glares at Valentine

Johnny puts hand into a hand gun position and aims it at Valentine.

' I'll Die before I'll let anyone take you away from me, Y/n' Gyro thinks

Gyro takes out his steel ball and focuses on trying to find the golden ratio on Valentine.

" Don't worry I got this guys!"

Y/n opens her bag and takes the tumble weed out.

' A tumble weed......?' Johnny and Gyro both think.

Y/n throws the tumble weed at Funny. It lands directly on his and hits his eyes.

" Augh!-"

" GO BEFORE HE OPENS HIS EYES"

Johnny and Gyro quickly make there horses get away from Funny Valentine.

" HAHHA THATS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU GET FREAKY WITH LITTLE GIRLS LOSER"

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IM SORRY THIS WAS JUST SO RANDOM-

I hoped you guys liked this love ya'll!

#my writing #yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #yandere jojo no kimyou na bouken #obsession #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jjba imagines #yanderecore #yandere jojo

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topazy · 10 months ago

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Little dark age

Paring: Rick Grimes × reader

Warning: Swearing, zombie guts & blood, mentions of drug use

Chapter: 1.01

“Is Glenn really going down to get that guy?”

“Sure is.”

“Gods,” you groan. “Make sure nobody steals my shit while I’m gone; that idiot is going to need back up.”

With one hand, you keep a steady grip on the shaky ladders while using your free hand to shoot at any dead person that gets too close to Glenn and the new guy. With tiny chips of yellow paint rubbing on your palm, nipping it, you become impatient. “Hurry the hell up!”

Glenn screams as he runs up the side alleyway before climbing up the ladders.

The new guy seemed slightly disoriented and was taking far too long, looking from side to side as the dead started to close in on him. You shoot at the ground beside him, causing him to jump. “Unless you want to die, move! ”

With the extra weight of two grown adults and walkers grabbing at the metal bars below, you shove your gun into your waste bands and quickly start to climb back up to the roof. When Glenn gets to the top, you snatch the baseball cap from his head, causing him to frown.

“Sammi…”

Once you shake off the large spider, Glenn was yet to notice, you toss the baseball cap back to him, “you almost got yourself killed, dumbass.”

“I was saving... the guy in the tank from the geeks.”

“Yeah, well, don’t be surprised if the others are pissed. You’ve just attracted a shitload of walkers.”

When the new guy gets to the top of the ladders, you take in his clothing, a police uniform with a couple of badges on it. You offer him your hand, “sheriff?”

He nods.

Once the new guy is up on the roof, Glenn leads the way back to the hatch and goes to the next building, where the rest of your scavenging group is waiting. Glenn opens and it’s going to step down, then suddenly stops. “There was something on my hat, wasn’t there?”

“No, of course not.”

He shivers before going down first.

—

While Andrea and Morales explain to the new guy that all the noise he made attracted the dead, you continue to shove things that you deem necessary into one of your backpacks. The class surrounding the bottom ground of the store starts to crack with walkers banging on the glass windows.

“I can’t get a signal on the radio,” T-dog says. “We are going—”

He’s cut off by the sound of a gunshot. Another one goes off, and Andrea pinpoints the sourness of the sound, “It’s Dixon.”

You look down at the rest of your group's belongings and frown. You snatch your other bag and begin to storm towards the staircase leading up to the roof. “That bastard has my gun!”

—

Merle laughs when the others tell him to stop firing at the walkers. Holding up the guy, he says, “Hey! You ought to be more polite to a man with a gun! ”

“My gun,” you snap. “You thieving little crackhead.”

Merle was one of the most vile, insufferable men you’d ever met in your life. He blows you a kiss and jumps down from the ledge he’s on. It only takes a matter of seconds for Merle to racially and physically attack T-dog. You try to pull him off but get backhanded, causing your lip to slip open.

Groaning, you push yourself up onto your elbows.

Merle spits on T-dog before standing over him. “Yeah! All right! We’re going to have ourselves a little powwow, huh? Talk about who’s in charge. I vote for me. Anybody else?”

From the way his eyes are dilated, you can tell Merle was high on something. You watch as the new guy gets to his feet behind him quickly and creeps up on him.

“Show off your hands, huh? All in favor, huh? Oh, come on. Let’s see them! All in favor?” Merle raises his own hand and points the gun at the others until they copy his actions. “Now that means I’m the boss, right?”

The new guy picks up your gun that Merle tossed and hits him in the face with it, knocking him to the ground. He handcuffs him to one of the metal pipes connected to the ground on the roof.

“Who the hell are you, man?”

“Officer friendly,” he answers, grabbing Merle by the collar of his top. “Things are different now. There are no colored people anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. The living and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart.”

“Screw you, man.”

“I can see you have a habit of missing the point.”

“Yeah, well screw you twice.”

The guy presses his gun against Merle’s head. “I ought to be polite to the man with a gun. Only common sense.”

You wipe the metallic-tasting liquid mixed with saliva off your chin with the back of your hand. Glenn hands you a piece of ripped-up fabric. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, thanks.” You get to your feet, go to Merle, and kneel in front of him. “All of Dixon’s common sense was snorted away a long time ago.”

The man tilts Merle’s head back to see traces of white powder stuck to the bottom of his nose while you search his pockets. You pull out a little glass tube of white powder and ask, “What is it, cocaine? Ketamine? Heroin?”

“Put it back, you little bitch!”

“Suppose it doesn’t matter what it is,” you shrug before tossing the tube off the roof.

Merle kicks his legs and roughly pulls at the handcuffs. “When I get out of these cuffs, I’m going to make you pay for that! You fucking cu—”

He abruptly stops talking when the new guy clicks the safety off his gun.

—

You walk around the clothing section of the store to kill some time. With Glenn and Morales gone to scope out a potential way out, there wasn’t a lot left to do.

Hearing footsteps, your hand immediately goes to your handgun, but relaxed it when you realize who it is. “Hey new guy,” you say, putting your hand out. “I didn’t catch your name before.”

He shakes your hand. “It’s Rick, Rick Grimes.”

“Well, Rick, thanks for shutting that asshole up.” You push some clothes around on a clothing rack. “Honestly, if I wasn’t for the fact that I like Merle’s brother, I would have taken a shot at him a long time ago.”

His eyes land on your dog's tags, but he doesn’t ask about them. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Samara Rose Blake, but everyone just calls me Sammie Rose.”

Rick goes to say something but rolls his tongue and shakes his head. You go back to looking through the clothes, fully aware that you’re being observed.

“Do you have kids?” He asks, watching as you pick up two child-sized jackets.

“No, but there’s a couple of kids back at camp, and you can’t go wrong with lightweight jackets. You? I heard you say you’re looking for your family.”

“I have a wife and son, who I haven’t seen since... well, I haven’t seen them in the new world.”

Andrea comes into the room and says, “They're back.”

From the look on her face, you know it’s not good news.

—

“This is a suicide mission,” you grumble.

With the tunnel Morales and Glenn went down being a dead end, the group came up with a new plan. Someone would break into a vehicle, bring it up to the side of the building for the others to get into, and then drive away. The plan was easy enough, except for the part where someone needed to do all this without being spotted by walkers.

“A suicide mission your on, baby,” T says before rubbing zombie guts onto the king white coat that covered most of your body.

Rick had found gloves for everyone to wear while rubbing zombie blood and guts onto Rick, Glenn, and you. The smell was revolting, and the thought of walking outside amongst the dead terrified you, but you were so used to going scavenging with just Glenn that the thought of him going out there without you as backup didn’t feel right. To get the zombie insides on the outside, Rick had to drag a body from outside and cut it up with an ax.

Jacqui places a wooly hat on top of your head and tucks your hair underneath before putting zombie guts on your back.

After a few moments, you slowly twirl. “Do you think we have enough on?”

“Yes,” Andrea says, waving her hand. “You guys smell revolting.”

—

You let out a shaky breath before opening the door to go outside. “I sure hope this plan works; otherwise, I’m throwing you to do the dead first, Rick Grimes.”

“Noted,” he tried to keep a serious tone, but hints of a smile pulled on his face.

Taking a deep breath, you open the door for the three of you to take a gamble on your lives.

Mimicking the dead’s moments, you drag yourself underneath a few vehicles before coping with how they walk. You subtly look at Rick, wondering if he’s the same Rick Grimes you’ve heard Carl and Lori talk about. You thought about asking him before what his kid name was but didn’t want to give him false hope in case it was coincidentally the same.

Oh shit.

The sun disappears behind thick, dark clouds quickly, and rain starts lashing down. Washing the scent of death from your blood-soaked coats.

“The smell is washing off. Isn’t it?” Glenn asks.

"No, it’s not,” Rick says sternly. When a walker's stare lingers on him, he changes his mind and says, “Well, maybe.”

The second you hear a roaring sound, you know your covers are blowing. “Run!”

Rick manages to kill a few zombies with the ax before you reach the fence blocking off the parking lot from the rest of the street. The three of you make it into a large van just as the fence collapses and the walkers break through.

“Oh, my god. Oh, my god. They’re all over that place,” Glenn says, panicked.

“Our people are safe on the inside for now,” you attempt to reassure him. “They will probably have been distracted by the noise we made, anyway.”

“She’s right,” Rick says. “Glenn, you need to draw them away. Those roll-up doors at the front of the store—that area? That’s what I need cleared up. Raise your friends; tell them to get down there and be ready.”

“And I’m drawing the geeks away, how? I missed that part.”

“Noise.”

—

You smash the window of a bright red sports car, tripping the alarm, and swiftly reach inside and unlock the door before hot wiring it. You get out and squeeze Glenn’s shoulder. “You’ve got this man; I’ll see you real soon.”

“Yeah, yeah, be safe.” Nervously, he gets in and speeds away, distracting all the walkers coming your way while you run and jump back into the van.

Rick gives you a questioning look.

“What?”

“Do I ever want to ask how you know how to hotwire a car?”

“Definitely not, sheriff.”

—

You climb to the back of the van, open the doors, and bang on the shutters, “Come on guys!”

Once your people start to enter the van, you jump back into the passenger seat and pull out your handgun, ready to shoot any walkers that come up the windows. T-dog pulls the van door shut and says, “Go, go, go!”

Rick speeds away from the building and out onto the highway. You look back to check if everyone is okay and notice someone is missing. “Where’s Merle?”

“I dropped the damn key,” T-dog says, his voice full of remorse.

Oh shit, Daryl wasn’t going to be happy your group returned without his brother.

#the walking dead #rick grimes x you #rick grimes fanfiction #Rick grimes/you #little dark age #little dark age 1.01 #the walking dead rewrite #the walking dead fanfiction #Rick grimes/oc #rick grimes x reader

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glassartpeasants · 4 months ago

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Run Rabbit Run .12

Yandere!Eustass Kidd x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, depression, pregnancy, mentions of death, amputation?, non canonical events, reader got trauma and ptsd up the wazoo, characters are probably nerfed but whatever it's my story

A/N: it is done. IT IS OVER. I should make a key for who's talking: (Nami-regular orange) (Chopper-small orange) (Zoro-regular green) (Usopp-small green) (Sanji-regular blue) (Franky-small blue) (Kidd-regular red) (Luffy-small red)

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You grit your teeth as you clutch the transponder snail until your knuckles turn pale. His words bring a burning rage to run through your veins as the familiar sizzling of your devil fruit powers ring along the Thousand Sunny.

“How dare you say you love me after all you’ve done!” You scream into the phone. “You wouldn’t know love if it hit you in the face! You're a sick fuck who took everything from me!” Tears of frustration pour down your face as the memories of the past three to four years run through your mind.

“I don’t even remember my own mother's face cause of you! I never even got to say goodbye!” Your knees grow weak as you clutch your heart, the throbbing pain becoming almost unbearable. Biting your lip, you try to hold back your hiccups.

Arms begin to wrap around you, a symbol that you aren’t alone. That familiar smell of rubber burns through your mind. The cracking of your electricity does little to sway your captain. Just then, you were stripped of the phone as Zoro stole it from your hands.

“Listen here, you bastard, the moment I even see you, I’ll cut you down. I’ll kill you before you even see her.” The venom in Zoro’s voice made a quivering smile appear on your lips. Through your tears even a spark of hope manages to shine through that maybe if Zoro and the others are willing to, they can help you, Tashigi.

Even though you can’t trust Eustass, you know you heard her voice. And knowing that, you can't let Eustass hurt her any more than he already has. She means too much to you and has been there for you all throughout your first and second trimester of pregnancy. You had to save her. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you didn’t.

You couldn’t hear what else Kidd said as Zoro slammed the transponder snail down, a vein popping on his forehead as he gripped his swords tightly. “Zoro?”

“We need to keep watch now. He’s coming.” Hearing Zoro’s words makes your heart drop. How long until he arrives? Days? Hours? Minutes? The thought kills you inside. What if you weren’t paying attention, and he managed to sneak up on you? Would he set fire to Sunny as he did with G-5’s ship?

Not to mention, his crew is composed of more people than the Straw Hats. While they're strong, what if? The fact there even is a chance makes you feel nausea. If he won, then he’d kill them. How he’s acted the past 6 months has shown he’s not afraid to take lives if it comes to you.

“We need to have people on watch at all times.”

“Not to mention be prepared for anything if his actions are anything to judge by. I highly doubt the bastards gonna play fair.” Everyone seemed to nod in agreement at Sanji’s words. The feeling of Luffy’s arms uncoiling around you makes a cold breeze flow through you. The familiar sizzling of your devil fruit powers now gone.

“Thank you, Luffy.” With a sign, you wipe your cheeks of tears. “I needed that.”

“Don’t worry (Y/N), we won’t let him win.” Nami puts her hand on your shoulder. “You and the baby will be safe.”

“Yeah… me and the baby.” Nami’s words cause a sense of dread to fill you. Even if Kidd were to die, evidence of his existence would forever haunt you in the shape of an infant. Even if it only shared half his genetics, you know you’d see him every day in the child's eyes.

How were you supposed to be a mother if the baby was caused by the man who destroyed your entire world? Hatred for an innocent being who was brought into the world at the wrong place at the wrong time. It was easy to listen to the advice around you, yet the voice in the back of your mind lets you never forget whose child your carrying.

A sigh escapes your lips as your head begins to pound. “Ah…I think I’m going to take a nap. My head is hurting.”

“Okay, get some sleep, okay? You’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll walk you there.” You nod at Robin's offer. The two of you make your way towards the girl’s bunk, the weight of the world seemingly on your shoulders.

“You won’t be alone to raise the baby (Y/N). We’re here to help.”

You let out a dry chuckle. “Am I really that transparent?”

Robin rubs your back as the two of you sit on your bunk. “It’s normal to feel the way you do, especially after all he’s done. It's normal for a person to be feeling the way you do.”

“I hate this. How am I supposed to get over and heal when I’d have the memory of him always with me? I’m a horrible person Robin, taking out my anger on someone who’s done no wrong.”

“(Y/N) you still have a few months till the baby arrives. No one expects you to be joyous. We know what’s happened, and what you feel is valid.”

“Will I ever get over this?” You ask in a whisper.

“You’ve been through hell and back. Some things may heal and some never well. It's simply the course of being human." Leaning your head on her shoulder, you wipe your tears with your hands and put them on your thighs.

“I can’t even remember what I looked like without my scars. I don’t even feel like me. I feel like a shell. An empty husk of what I used to be.” You admit with a shaky voice.

Robin carefully pets the top of your head. “I’m sorry. I wish I could reverse time to make everything better. But for what it’s worth, I think it shows your strength, your will to survive.” Sniffling, your eyes look down.

“Maybe. But my will to survive cost people their lives.” The news of Kidd’s crimes materializes in your mind like a bad memory. “People just living their lives only for it to get cut short simply cause I took a step on their island.”

“Kidd killed those people (Y/N). It was his choice to do it.” Robin continues to try and soothe you. “Don’t blame yourself for his actions.”

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you look at Robin. “How can I not? There are thousands of people who hate me and blame me for it all! How can I sleep at night knowing that?” Robin pulls you into a tight hug, the simple action making your heart calm its aching, if only for a moment.

~~~

The night began to show its signs as the sun made its descent. The beautiful colors of the sunset had you sitting on the deck, leaning against one of Nami’s orange trees. The sweet smell almost reminded you of home—or the memory of it.

“Come on, love! We’re almost there!” Your fiance's voice echoed in your ear, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Picking up the pace, you finally managed to climb up the hill. Out of breath, but you did it.

“Tada!” Looking around, you see a picnic set up under an orange tree, with a view over the entire island as the sun begins to set.

“Wow…(....) it’s beautiful,” you say as you sit down on the blanket. Looking at the horizon, you can’t help but wonder what lies beyond your small island.

“It is, isn’t it?” The sound of rustling has you turning your head towards your boyfriend. Raising a brow, you watch him fumble with something.

“(....) you okay?”

Your fiance jumped before turning to face you. “Yep! Everythings fine!”

“Okay, if you say so.”

“Yeah, I promise I’m fine! Why don’t we eat?” Letting out a soft chuckle, you simply nod and begin to unpack the food your fiance has brought.

As the two of you ate, warmth bloomed in your chest. If there was a heaven, you were in it. You have never felt so content in your life as you do right now. If only every day could be like this: sitting next to the one you love while watching the sunset.

“Um…(Y/N)?”

“Yeah (....)?” Turning your head, your hands fly to your mouth. Your heart beats against your ribs as tears begin to blur your vision. With teary eyes and overflowing love, you watch your fiance get down on one knee.

“Will you marry me?”

The beautiful and heartbreaking memory of the best day of your life flashes in your mind like a movie. Pay to watch, but the payment is heartache and tears. The knowledge that you’ll never be able to feel such happiness and love like that again. No amount of love the Straw Hats give will ever be enough to replace the love you lost that day.

As you watch the sunset and the waves move along the sea’s surface, a feeling of emptiness and loneliness hits you hard. The ache in your heart never stops, reminding you of the pain and damage you’ve caused people by simply being alive—the hell you’ve put people through. Not a second goes by when you don’t think about it. Every moment spent dwelling on what could have been seemingly dissolving what’s left of the woman you used to be.

What once was a lively spirit that grew up shielded by the horrors of the world is now tainted. Not an inch of what used to be remains. You don't recognize yourself when you look at yourself in the mirror. The scars that cover your body like a macabre mural forever remind you that no matter where you go or what you do, a part of Kidd will always be with you—always there to remind you of everything you’ve endured and lost.

The branding you bear on your chest will keep people aware of the Kidd pirates for years to come. Even if they perish tonight or in the next few years, they’ll always be remembered as long as you're alive.

As you feel the breeze brush through your hair, a slight calm rushes through you. It felt as if only for a minute, you were home, breathing in the south blue air. Listening to children laugh and play as they ran through the schoolyard. Couples walking hand in hand and looking at each other lovingly. But now, they were nothing more than memories.

“(Y/N)? Are you here?”

“I’m over here, Chopper!” The sound of little footsteps coming towards you makes you wipe your watery eyes and sniffle before smiling. “Hey Chopper, how can I help you?”

“I just haven’t seen you since earlier today, and I got worried.”

“Aw.” You grab Chopper before pulling him into a tight hug. You're so sweet. But I’m okay. I’m simply right here watching the sunset.”

“How are you feeling with the baby and using the scar cream? Is it helping at all?” Chopper asks, looking up at you in concern.

“I’m doing fine, Chopper, I promise. And the scar cream helps dull the pain like you said it would. A true doctor sticking to his word.” You smiled at him, causing him to blush.

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere with me!”

Letting out a giggle, you look out to the setting sun. “How about we go eat, huh? I’m sure Sanji has food prepared for all of us.”

“Okay!”

With a bit of Chopper's help, you managed to get up from the floor. Taking his hoof in your hand, you walk side by side, both of your shadows hitting the ship's walls. The delicious smell of Sanji’s cooking causes your tummy to rumble. Hopefully, the taste of his cooking will block out the gut-wrenching feeling of doom lingering in the air.

Laughter rang throughout the air despite the tension that surrounded everyone. The impending knowledge of Kidd’s arrival was suffocating. When it would happen was anyone's guess. Robin was on guard at the moment, and with the seas and skies dark, it was almost impossible to see anything outside. Let alone another ship. No moon to light the vast seas. Only stars that were far away for any significance.

“(Y/N), here is that shake you wanted!”

“Oh, thank you, Sanji! That’s so kind of you.” You smile as you take a sip. As you swallow the cold mixture, the sunny always violently, as a loud boom rings throughout the dining room.

“What was that?!” Usopp yelled. Everyone began to rush out of the room. As soon as you go to check, Luffy stops you.

“Stay here. We don’t know if its the Marines or-”

“(Y/N)! Where are you, princess?”

Your blood runs cold as the horrific sound of Eustass’s voice echoes across the Sunny. The insanity inside his voice has the nightmares you endured by his hand flash before your eyes. The pain, the screaming, the blood, and the dark rushing through you.

Running to the window, you see darkness. No sign of the Victoria Punk or Kidd. Running to the other side, you only see the stars. You're sure you heard him. No doubt in your mind you did.

The door busted open, revealing Robin’s panicked face. “They’re here!” Soon, sounds of metal clanking against each other rang across the deck. Peering over Robin's shoulder, you saw flashes of blades and the two figures of Zoro and Killer.

As soon as Luffy sees it, he dashes past Robin and out onto the deck. “Stay here! Robin! Do not let anyone near her!” Robin nodded as he closed the door.

Hearing the battle outside you, your heart goes into overdrive as you hear, through all the violence, the telltale sign of Kidd’s boots hitting the wood of the deck.

Your eyes trail down to the dining room door, where the shadows of feet block some of the light. The smell of sake and metal fills your nose—the same sake that you’ve only ever seen one man drink.

BAM

The door to the dining room busts open. Dust spills into the air, making you and Robin cough. Looking in the direction of the now-open doorway, you make eye contact with the amber eyes that haunt your dreams every night.

“Kidd…” You whispered as you covered your mouth.

Jumping in front of you, Robin stood between you and Kidd. She had a determined look on her face as the sound of his footsteps drew near. “(Y/N) Stay behind me!”

You watched as Robin crossed her arms, getting ready to attack. It felt as if the whole world had ceased to exist at that moment. The only soul left was the man smirking in front of you.

“Nico Robin, eh? Heh, too easy.” Kidd spoke, making your palms turn sweaty as a feeling of dread ate away at you. “I’ve had a lot of time to study you, Straw Hats.” A grin of insanity spread across Kidd’s face.

“Stay back! Don’t you dare move another inch if you want to keep your life!” Robin warns as you see her famous words on the tip of her tongue.

“(Y/N).” Kidd cooed to you. “You wouldn’t want your friend to get hurt, right? So be a good girl and walk over to me.”

“She’ll go nowhere with you!

Kidd’s eye twitched at Robin’s interruption. “(Y/N), you know what happens to people who try and take you away from me. Or do we need to have a repeat?”

Flashes of the night of Heat’s death flash before your eyes as you feel your blood run ice cold. Looking down at his hands, you see the same knife he had used to take Heat’s life. Your heart skipped a beat, and before you could think rationally, the trauma of watching Heat’s passing hit you full force.

Pushing past Robin and moving in front of her, your eyes starting to create tears. “Please, no! Don’t hurt her! I’ll come with you! Just please don’t hurt her!”

“(Y/N)!”

“Good girl. I won’t hurt her since you decided to listen.” Kidd smirked and took a step forth.

“Demonnio Fleur!” With wide eyes, you watch as two arms sprout out by Kidd’s head. Both grabbed a part of his head.

Yet just as a slip of hope appeared, you gasped in horror as Kidd’s metal hand grabbed one of Robin’s false wrists, holding it in a tight grip. A sickening crack was heard, and you hear Robin cry out in pain. The limbs holding Kidd’s head disappear as Robin holds her wrist in pain.

Your arm is grabbed, and you're pulled to Kidd’s chest. It wasn’t even seconds later that a cold grip wrapped around your neck. Moving your hand to your neck, you feel cold metal encircling your throat. The feeling of your energy being drained had your inner alarms going off.

Sea stone.

“Easy. Now, I don’t have to worry about you using that pesky devil fruit power of yours.” Kidd begins to drag you away despite your trying to pry his grip off you and activate your devil fruit powers. But you knew that you were too late; your mind had blocked it out when it all was going down.

Robin once more lifts her arms to invoke her devil fruit powers. “Demoni—” Lifting up his metal arm, he rushes at Robin and throws her into the wall. The sound of her crashing into the wall makes your stomach drop.

“Robin!” You cry as you try to come to her aid, only to be pulled out of the dining room and onto the deck of the Sunny.

Everywhere you looked, there was violence. Zoro and Killer’s blades caused sparks everywhere. Usopp snipped people from above as Sanji fought Wire. Everyone else seemed like a blur as if your world was burning down around you.

“Great. Now let’s go.” With a tight grip, Kidd begins to drag you to the back of the Sunny. There, you saw the Victoria Punk in its horrible glory. As you got closer, the memory of Tashigi’s voice rang in your ears.

“You said Tashigi was still alive! Prove to me you're not lying, and I’ll stop putting up a fight!” Clawing at Kidd’s grip, you try pulling yourself free. But with the sea stone collar, it was a losing battle.

“You’ll see her when we get on the boat. Now stop fighting, and let’s go!” Kidd’s grip tightened, causing you to whimper from the pain. “The longer we're here, princess, the more of your friends get to meet Heat’s fate.”

“No! Leave them alone!”

“Oh, I’ll leave them alone, alright. Right after you back to where you belong.” His tugs got harsher as he practically dragged you to the Victoria Punk. “Down where only I can see. Where you and our baby will be safe and never leave me again.”

His words brought you back to the cold cell you gave away three years of your life, too. Where you’ve been used and abused, even almost killed. The tally marks on the walls and the blood spot that reminds you of your amnesia. The small window that only gave you a sliver of life. It’s existence made to never let you go a day without thinking about it.

“No! I can’t go back! Please! Anywhere but there!” Cries of fear left your throat as you hit and kicked Kidd to try and free yourself. You wouldn’t go back down, and you sure as hell wouldn’t have your child growing up in the dark.

“Stop fighting, damnit!” Kidd’s grip went to your hair, making you yelp in pain. “Now let's go!”

Tears stream down your face as the burning in your scalp grew harsher. With a shaky voice, but at the top of your lungs, you scream. “Luffy!”

“Shut up (Y/N)! Don’t-”

CRASH

The grip on your hair disappeared as you watched Kidd go flying into some barrels. A familiar smell of rubber hit your nose as you felt an elastic arm wrapping around you. Your heart finally managed to calm only slightly as a familiar straw hat was in your peripheral vision.

“Luffy?” You spoke softly as you felt a wave of relief wash over you. “Thank you…”

A growl left Kidd’s lips as he stood up, and broken splinters of wood fell off him. His eyes met in Luffy’s direction, animalistic rage flashing in them. Cracking his knuckles, you watched him grit his teeth. “Straw hat.”

“Eustass Kidd.”

The tension was thick and heavy. Both boys emitted hatred for the other, one wanting to save while the other wanted to take.

“Bastard…you stole her from me. You took what's mine. You stole her from me.”

“We saved her from you. There was nothing to steal.” The look in Luffy’s eyes was something you’ve never seen before—hatred and rage that burned brighter than the sun. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll call off your crew.”

“Not until every Straw Hat falls dead.” Your heart drops as you know Kidd planned to follow through with his threat. “I already took care of that annoying Nico Robin.”

“Liar! Robin wouldn’t lose to the likes of you!” Luffy’s words made your eyes water. While you didn’t know if Robin was alive or not, the fact he even threw her against the wall so violently was enough to flame the fire of your fears.

“(Y/N) stay behind me, go try to hide-”

“Don’t you dare move (Y/N). You don’t want Tashigi to die now, do you?” Kidd’s words made your blood freeze and body still. Even if you heard Tashigi’s voice earlier that day, who’s to say he didn’t kill her after the call? But what if he didn’t? What if she was still alive on the Victoria Punk?

“After I kill this bastard, we’ll save her too (Y/N)! Don’t let his tricks fool you!”

The arguments between Luffy and Kidd felt like hammers against your head. Everything was going on all at once, and it felt as if your brain was going to explode.

It seemed as if Luffy’s words finally broke Kidd because, without a word, Kidd makes his way towards Luffy. His metal arm winded back. A murderous look in his eyes.

“Luffy!” You warn, making him turn around, thankfully in time for him to move out of the way of the punch. He moves you back before pushing his straw hat more onto his head.

And just like that, he lunged into the fight.

Each fighter fighting for their own version of justice. A hero and villain’s final fight. Only one planning to leave alive.

The crashing sounds of bodies being thrown into objects and the crunching of metal were deafening. Tunnel vision overclaimed everyone in the vicinity. All having a goal that they needed to reach. All the way they came and all they’ve fought for proving itself tonight.

Their footsteps on the wooden deck sounded like thunder, each one loud enough to stop your heart. One step meant one step closer to victory—a victory that’s been fought for almost three years.

Words were spoken on both sides, but neither you could understand. The only thing you could understand was the beating of your own heart in your ears. None of the screams, clashing blades, or footsteps broke out of your trance.

“(Y/N)!” A cold metal arm wraps around you as the smell of cola hits your nose.

Turning your head up, you see Franky grabbing you, a little roughed up but otherwise fine. “Franky?!”

“Don’t worry (Y/N); Luffy’s got this! But for now, we gotta get you somewhere safe.” As you were beginning to move, Franky suddenly stopped.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Kidd’s voice boomed. Once again, the crinkling and crunching of metal could be heard, but so could grunts of pain.

As you look at Franky, you look on in horror as his arms seem to be shrinking in on themselves and shaking violently. Right then and there, you are reminded exactly how devastating Kidd’s devil fruit powers really were.

A snap could be heard echoing on the deck as a part of Franky’s arm flew across the battlefield only to hit Luffy and knock him off his feet momentarily. You scream on in horror as you get an up-close seat to your friend's unwilling amputation.

“Franky! Luffy!” You cried before you fell to the ground. Hitting the wooden deck beneath you. Despite being pregnant, you try your best to sit up only to go speechless as the sound of more crunching metal once again hits your ears. You stare at Franky with a queasy stomach and terror.

Different metal parts of Franky’s body were crunching and shrinking up on itself. That was what you could see. What about the metal on the inside you couldn’t?

Franky falls to his knees, clutching his stomach and chest. Without wasting a second, you move to his aid. Looking desperately for a way to help him.

“Franky! Oh my god! Don’t worry, you’ll be okay!” You stammer as you scan his body, trying to find some miracle button to stop his pain. But there was none.

Turning to Kidd, you see him continue fighting off Luffy, but you can see one of his hands twitching in Franky’s direction. You watch as Kidd balls his hands up in a fist in a quick motion. The second he does, Franky let out a scream of pain.

“No! Kidd stop, please! You're hurting him!" You wail while panic surges through your body as Franky writhes in pain. “Stop it!”

“You want to save your pathetic metal friend?”

“Yes! Please just stop hurting him!”

“Get on the Victoria Punk.” Kidd’s voice left no room for negotiation. He looked at you with eyes that if you dared to defy it, it wouldn’t be pretty.

“Don’t listen to him (Y/N)!” Luffy exclaimed as he continued to punch and kick at Kidd’s defenses and attacks.

With the sea stone collar around your neck and the baby in your tummy, there was no way for you to fight. Not when you were so weak and vulnerable.

Biting your lip, you look down at the deck beneath you, globs of tears hitting the floor like a thud. “You promise? What if I come willingly, you’ll call of the rest of the Kidd pirates and stop hurting Franky?”

“No…(Y/N) don’t…”

“Don’t! I can beat him, I promise! I can save you!” A barrel flew into Luffy, cutting off his words and crashing into a wall. The sight made you cover your mouth.

“I promise, princess. I’ll call off my crew and leave the cyborg alone. As long as you take my hand and come to me, then we can board the Victoria Punk where you belong.” Out stretching his hand, Kidd gave you a grin that knew he had you right where he wanted you.

Your body and heart tried desperately to stay, but the fear and guilt of everything weighed down on you. The lives lost from his rampage. G-5’s death, Franky’s suffering, and the promise of Tashigi's life being spared if you went with him. But if you didn’t, then Franky and Tashigi would die. More people you cared about dead from his obsession.

With a trembling body and a heavy heart filled with grief, you force your feet to move. Your tears hit the deck beneath you as you got closer and closer. The moment you slowly feel the cold metal of his hand, a shiver runs down your spine.

His hand gripped your tightly as the smile of insanity returned to his lips.

“Good choice, princess.” Pulling you close, you hear him rally back his crew. You watch each pirate run back, wounds and blood on some as they made their way aboard their ship. Killer coming in last behind everyone else.

“We’ve got our treasure. Now time to go.” With a smirk, Kidd began to lead you to the ship.

“Hey! You're not going anywhere with her!” Footsteps echo along the wooden deck, making you turn your head to see the rest of the Straw Hats rushing towards you.

“No! Stop!” You plead as you try to stop them. “Don’t…don’t come any closer.”

“(Y/N) what are you-”

“I’m sorry.” Tears fall from your face, drenching your shirt in teardrops. “Please forgive me for the trouble I’ve caused.”

Kidd began to lead you away towards the Victoria Punk. “Thank you for doing your best.” You whisper with a trembling lip. A forced smile spreading across your lips as you began to walk up the ramp.

“(Y/N), you don’t have to do this! We can save you!” Looking at them, you gently shake your head. With a quivering smile and blurry vision, you take a final stop aboard the Victoria Punk.

“It’s better this way. No one else will be hurt.”

Tears filled the Straw Hats' eyes as they saw you board the ship and the state of Franky. The overwhelming scene made their world spin as they tried to find the words to say.

As Kidd lifted up the Victoria Punk anchor, you spoke once more—the last thing you could ever say to them.

“Thank you for everything, but just some people can’t be saved.”

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#one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustass captain kid x reader

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dairy-farmer · 8 months ago

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Still~ thinking about Time Travel~☆

Bruce would... wait... ACTUALLY??? EVERYONE would fuckin give a LIMB to "go back and Do It Right"(tm)?

Oh :Dc Oh No~ that's a FANTASTIC thought~☆

Some big Everything's Fucked Event. Like when Superboy Prime PUNCHED REALITY and broke it, bringing Jason back. Maybe some shit head reality warper collecting the seven sacred McGuffins or what have you. But they? Can't stop him.

Some of them last longer then others. But the idiot BROKE reality. And eventually? It resets itself.

But!

Tim died BEFORE the Break. Everyone else died AFTER. It was Heroic, of course, tried to destroy the last object before the reality warper could get it. But the bastard already had 6. He got Tim first.

And... they had all been drifting apart. Strained relationships, traumas upon traumas. Never knowing what to SAY. Wanting to fix things. Always somehow making things worse. Trying to do better. And then?

Tim is just... just GONE.

Then they die, Reality in fragments. Like some fucked up Alice in Wonderland fever dream. And? Wake up at different points in their own history.

Bruce blinks. And there is Tim. Tiny and determined to save him from himself. He's so small.

Bruce is collapsing to his knees and dragging him into a hug before he can think of anything else. His son. His boy. Tim. Warm and perfect, uncertain as he awkwardly hugs him back.

And this time he's a better mentor. Past mistakes always haunting him. Better food, better teaching, better gear. Better body management. Stretching and massages. Bruce is... obsessive, unsurprisingly, over Taking Care of Tim. He can't fail again. HAS to be better.

It's inevitable, that it gets weird. Started OUT invasive, after all. Since sexual wellness IS important to mental and emotional regulation, that has to be scheduled too. What do you mean "you don't"? Robin, it's stress relief.

Of course Bruce will show you. Yes of COURSE he's going to get you toys, show you how to use them. No, no, you're doing it wrong. Not like THAT, like THIS. See how he's doing it?

All so very educational.

But! Oh no! What if Robin wants to DATE? It was a disaster for him last time. Bruce better show him. And obviously if he's already doing THAT, he should show him how to put the moves on someone. And since we're doing THAT, it's only reasonable to follow through. Robin can't patrol distracted! That's not safe!

So he HAS to fuck him.

And really, if he's done it ONCE, he might as well teach him what he knows. Who better, then someone Robin can trust?

Which is what Dick stumbles into. Somehow in the past. With an even MORE neurotic Bruce who's-! Who's-! He'll KILL YO-! Heeeey there Timmy! Just need to talk to Bruce real quick, so... huh?

And that's when it hits Dick like a gut punch? That THIS Tim? No ugliness between them. Is excited to see him. Greets him with a hug. Warm and cute and bouncy. Wants... wants help... practicing...

Dicks eyes shoot to Bruce. Back to Tim. He keeps his Nightwing mask, firmly in place as the part of what he WANTS fight like dogs inside him. He shouldn't. Needs to stop this NOW. It's already WAY out of hand...

Y-Yeah, Timmers, of course he'll help.

What're big Brothers for?

And Tim is terrible at riding him. Gets too overwhelmed and freezes up, again and again. Is so SENSITIVE. It's so cute Dick can barely stand it, as he lifts and sinks him down. Watches him pant and squirm. Let's him cling like Dick is the only thing holding him together.

He's never been harder.

Jason, of course, could really only blink awake in one place. Because his luck is SHIT. Titans Tower. He thinks it's hell. Purgatory maybe. A punishment for what he did here. Goes to face it. Only...

Where's Timbers?

In his room. Having "Me Time". Face down, ass in the air, vibrator set to "Destroy Me". He didn't notice SHIT when the power cut. The world could end but until he's gotten off? Robin's not here right now, leave a message.

Jason decides this is a very fucked up wet dream to have while Dying, but? Screw it.

So he invites himself to the party. Pants open, cock out. Vibrator removed. World rocked.

He fucks Tim's hot little puss just the way he's always wanted too. Deep and with intent to fill it. Then he has his perky little ass, just cause. Fills that too. Eventually realizes this is NOT the afterlife or a dream, but is too busy pounding the best fuck of his life to care.

Cares a LOT more when an Out For Blood Half Kryptonian RIPS the door from the wall, along with the frame and some of the wall itself. While he is balls deep in Robin. Whoooo he may have fucked sopping wet and sloppy. While being a notorious Crime Lord.

Oh, Right.

He should ru-Shit! *sounds of Wrath And Kryptonian Violence*

It DOES bring the family back together. Even if Kon vows to NEVER forgive or forget. Hisses like an outraged cat at the mere mention of Red Hood. But things are great! Then Talia does what she do. Fucks up Bruce's mental health. THIS time however, he was aware it was coming.

And Damian, last Survivor of the Bat Clan, blinks into awareness to Tim offering him his hand. Excited to have a little brother.

Ah. Timothy looks... young. He no longer feels threatened by him, as he once did. Damian grew up. He shakes his hand. Is WELCOMED. Doted on.

Finds himself... Timothy's? Favorite? The baby of the family. None can touch him. One look and Timothy will come snarling to his defense. He need only pout and all will be delivered to his feet. Hilarious, how different it could have been.

But.

He is not blind. He is not the only one back in time. And the changes...

He can not argue that the family is not CLOSER, but must they act like animals? Panting after Timothy? Yet on the other hand... being so doted upon? Has brought up... feelings.

So... awkwardly... he, like a child who's had a bad dream, shuffles into Tim's room in the night. Is welcomed with open arms. Cuddled, fingers running through his hair, as he with fumbling hands explores. Guided in and pulled into Tim's arms, so he can rutt desperately into Tim's body, while Tim sleepily holds him close.

Random sparks of pleasure shooting through Tim's body as Damian manages to thrust just right, every so often. Praising him regardless. Because he's doing so good, is Tim's precious younger brother.

Letting Damian cum himself exhausted before getting himself off. Damian dazed and worshipful, clinging as dozes off. Dick finding them in the morning and pouting because this means no Morning Fuckies. Damian's totally gonna hog Tim's attention.

Being right.

Bat Clan Wars over Timmy Time. Tim playing the mediator. That leading to sharing.

Better More Tim Fucking Time Line!

What say you?

-🐼🐼🐼

all of them using time travel to act on deeply repressed feelings for tim they never acted on before 😍😍😍!!

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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blue-rose-soul · 9 months ago

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For Bastard child au. Assuming that Lucifer finds out before the finale how would he respond to knowing Alastor got hurt fighting Adam? How would Charlie?

I've been waiting for an excuse to talk about this! Well, not this exactly, just...

Okay, so the general consensus is that Lucifer couldn't step in sooner with the extermination because he had an agreement with Heaven, and that Adam broke that agreement by targeting Charlie, a hellborn. Alastor may be Lucifer's son, but he was born on Earth to a human mother. He has a human soul and came to Hell as a sinner. An extremely powerful sinner, but a sinner nonetheless.

In other words, he's not protected under the same agreement.

But! But but but, I figure Lucifer must have been keeping an eye on the battle from somewhere, so he could know when to step in. So he saw Adam and Alastor fight, saw Alastor nearly die, and saw him barely escape with his life. In the end, Niffty doesn't need to step in to finish Adam.

"You come at me, and my family!?"

Lucifer does it himself.

They know Alastor isn't dead thanks to Husk (and possibly Niffty) but are still concerned when they can't find him in the ruins of the old hotel. Lucifer does make an attempt to look for Alastor, but he doesn't know Alastor well enough to know where to look. But his daughter is still here and still needs him, so Lucifer puts the search aside and helps Charlie rebuild her hotel.

And in the end, Alastor returns. Alastor would shove Lucifer off when he joins in the group hug, but he doesn't want to aggravate the wound he's pretending not to have*.

I think that, whether or not she knew Alastor was her brother, Charlie would show the same amount of concern for him. Wanting to know what happened after Adam broke through his shield, why he disappeared from the battle. Just, wanting to know if he's okay. Alastor just brushes off her questions and keeps her at a distance. The biggest change is really between Lucifer and Alastor, and later between Lucifer and Charlie.

The guilt is crushing Lucifer. He knows how badly hurt Alastor was, and knows that instead of coming back to the people who would help him, he hid away somewhere to heal alone. Lucifer tries to be subtle about it, but he's constantly checking in on Alastor, asking if there's anything he needs, or anything Lucifer can do for him. He's not subtle at all.

And Alastor is not at all amused. He doesn't care that Lucifer was late to the battle! He didn't ask for or want Lucifer's help! It was his own fault for getting sloppy and letting Adam get a hit in (not to mention a disadvantageous deal but he's not saying that bit), and he doesn't need Lucifer coddling him. Unfortunately, with his cane broken and his body healing slowly, Alastor is uniquely vulnerable for the first time in a long time. But Lucifer's awkward hovering and Charlie's concern is only serving to make Alastor all the more agitated. So he sticks the needle where it hurts; Lucifer's guilt.

He accuses Lucifer of waiting until after Adam had mortally wounded Alastor specifically so his 'mistake' would be erased. Of wanting him deader than dead.

Then he coldly tells Lucifer that if he can't be bothered to show up when it matters, he shouldn't show up at all.

Later, he assures Charlie he doesn't hold any negative feelings towards her even though Lucifer came running to her rescue while he was willing to let Adam nearly eviscerate Alastor. After all, it stands to reason that Lucifer would choose his real child over a bastard. The King of Hell has made it perfectly clear he doesn't need a 'busboy.' Charlie tries to speak in Lucifer's defense, but, Alastor is pleased to note, her heart isn't in it.

Afterwards, he listens from the shadows and grins as he hears Charlie asking Lucifer why he saved her but not Alastor. Lucifer telling her the terms of the agreement he made with Heaven doesn't satisfy her. Alastor's her brother, they're both Lucifer's children! Lucifer should have stepped in, agreement be damned! The recently repaired cracks in their relationship begin to widen once again and Alastor is pleased.

(*I'm going to cackle if season 2 drops and it turns out we were all wrong and Alastor's completely fine.)

#ask #anonymous #Hazbin Hotel #the Devil's Bastard AU #Lucifer Morningstar #Charlie Morningstar #Alastor #and here on your right you'll see Alastor taking advantage of Charlie's desire for a sibling bond to drive a wedge between her and Lucifer #Season 2 episode 1 prediction: Alastor's got his cane back and he's not injured in any way shape or form!#but not in this AU in this AU he's bleeding every minute of every day lol #just imagine Alastor dealing with wave after wave of upstart sinners thinking they can become Overlords #if they just get in a lucky hit on the injured Radio Demon #not to mention whatever Vox and the Vees are planning #and all the while Alastor's choking on his own blood acting like he's fine #and glaring at Lucifer every time he tries to step in

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gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan · 7 months ago

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Beach Vacation

Warnings: Chaos Space Marines, Death Guard Astartes, tell me if I need to add more. Illness, thoughts, mental discussion of physical ailments, Death Guard Shenanigans

Author’s note: Hura’s debut! An Explanation that spawned this AU. Prologue, Next

Summary: Hura in Mermay!

Another Author's Note: I put Keep Reading line, in case there is triggering content that I haven't tagged. Again. Let me know if I need to add anything.

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @egrets-not-regrets, @barn-anon, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @bleedingichorhearts, @whorety-k

@kit-williams, @whorety-k-k Did it work this time?

You had been informed by your doctor that you had cerebral aneurysm and that where it was placed in the brain that it was inoperable. At least with human medicines and technology, there were rumors that the Mer-people, the Space Marines, which swam through waters, space, and the air, that had arrived one day long ago in various iterations of ‘loyalist’, ‘renegade’ and ‘chaos’ variants that they might be able to help with the situation. There were folk tales that, for a price, humans could become immortal. But, that was just rumors and myths, you doubted that it was actually true.

You are at the beach, having decided to take a short vacation from work and normal life when you’d finally found out what was wrong with the headaches that you’d been getting. You were not within the normal age range for getting a Cerebral Aneurysm. Mostly it was older people who got aneurysms, or people that did a lot of illegal drugs, or where hit in the head really hard, either once or repeatedly. It’s also, sometimes thought to be genetic. So, that had been a long, painful conversation with your family. To warn them, just in case the genetic factors of blood were partially responsible.

Finding out from your mother that your dad- the dad that you had known all your life was your step-father, not your actual father had been both a surprise and not a surprise. He’d always favored your younger sibling over you. You had thought it was because your younger sibling was more similar, in looks and personality to your dad, but now you wonder if it’s because he knew that you were not his child, but some interloper’s child. Someone that your mom had once loved, but had left because he was not a suitable partner. Part of you wondered what that random stranger with a genetic tie was you like, your mom had told you that you reminder her of him, sometimes.

You wonder if that’s a good thing or not, but mostly your dad that you know is the dad that you love and view as. Who cares about some random stranger that your mom left because he was a manipulative unstable bastard. Or at least that is what you’d heard your grandmother hiss sometimes. How He had once threatened both your mom and your grandmother while she had been pregnant with kidnapping your mother and making sure that she’d, and you, you suppose, would never see your grandmother ever gain. You’d heard, that had your grandmother explode with rage and then drag your mother away from him and insist that she live with your grandmother until she could get on your feet again.

It was… odd. You felt upset, yet numb and wondered if you might have half siblings out in the world that you don’t know about. But as you watch the waves wash on the sandy beach and walk in the sand with bare feet scrunching your toes in the sand and humming to yourself. The stupid brain grape is in a relatively stable position, but it could kill you at any moment, yet you could potentially live a long healthy life. It sucks, and you blink tears from your eyes, you don’t want to die, and while there are treatments for brain grapes, they are very expensive, and you aren’t the best candidate for surgery.

You have a weak heart. The doctors had said, that was something you had long known about. Having benign heart murmurs, four, one in each valve, you’d often joke with your younger siblings and family that you have a sieve of a heart. Also, it caused issues with dizziness and funky heart rate, also, whenever someone heard your heart beat, they’d get a disturbed look on their face, or be Alarmed at your resting heart rate being so low, despite having such a squishy body type. Most of the time it was funny, and you’d tell them why your heartbeat was funky. Perhaps it was a little mean to play such a prank on medical professionals?

Besides, some of the times you’d warn them beforehand and they’d give you a look of ‘your full of shit’ and then listen to your heart and realize you weren’t full of it. You looked out at the ocean and walked in a bit, having the waves lap at your feet and up to your ankles. The water was cold, but it was nice for this warm, hot day as the sun beat down overhead. You sigh and rub your face, you’d come to the beach to try to distract you from your woes, not have your thoughts betray you with the shit hand you’d been dealt with. There were other people who had it much worse than you, so really, you were lucky that you weren’t worse off.

You blink when you feel, more than see at first a large shadow block out the sun, you lift your head and look around and see a massive mer-space marine swim to you. You step back, he’s a massive fellow, with the mutations that set him as a Chaos Marine, whatever that was, mostly you’d heard that they tended to be more aggressive. You step back and out of the water, but are stopped by the large Space Marine, who croons at you, tilting his massive head as he peers down at you, reaching out towards you. You back off more, he was a large, strange sentient being you’d never met before, you often didn’t like strangers touching you, finding the contact like barbed wire pricking your skin, and sand paper scrubbing at you, making you feel like your skin was going to bleed, and yet nothing of the sort was actually happening.

“Hey, big fella,” You say cautiously eyeing the massive mer-marine. He has massive spines all over his frame, and he has dark green and grey spots along his tail.

Your brain twinges a little at the sense of something is wrong. The massive creature croons at you again and you get distracted, you make the mistake of looking into where his eyes should be and a wave a calm comes over you and your defensive posture relaxes as the mer-marine croons at you again as you get into the water and head over to him. Your brain has gone fuzzy, why had you been so scared before? He just wants to say hello. You notice that you were also near one of the caves that was partially submerged with ocean water during high tide. Perhaps you had gotten too close to where he’d been resting? You grab a seashell that you’d picked up from the beach, it was a mostly intact sand dollar and offered it to him.

“Sorry for disturbing your rest buddy,” You say and the mer-marine tilts his head as he looks at the offered sand dollar.

The only whole sand dollars were found in the gimmicky tourist traps that suckered the non-locals into buying such overpriced things. However, the mer-marine carefully reached out a clawed hand and you gently placed it in his palm. He gently curled his claws around the sand dollar and brought it up to his face to look at. You carefully back away and out of the water, heading back up the beach. Perhaps, you should go back to your hotel room, or something.

A few hours later you are trying to wash your legs, you have developed welts along your feet and legs where the ocean’s water had touched you. They were itchy as hell, and you were trying to google to see what you could to do help resolve the issue without going to the doctor’s office. They were super itchy, and they weren’t bug bites, great, you’d developed hives from being in the water. You head to the store to get some over the counter allergy meds, making sure to wear a face mask as you had started to develop a wicked cough. Ugh, of course you started to get sick while on vacation, just your luck.

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