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amunyan · 4 months ago

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Just a small misunderstanding

I’m back with a another little fanfiction :D hakubandoo inspired this one ☺️🤗

Hope you like it

Drops of sweat trickle down your face. It's not just from the strenuous training; At the moment you're fighting Leopold one-on-one, like so often.

Unconcentrated, you try to evade his clumsy attacks. The emphasis here is on "trying". Because the youngest of the Vermillion siblings is hitting you unusually often today...

"Hey, (Y/N)! What's wrong? You used to dodge so easily?"

You don't react to Leo's words. They don't even reach you. They echo, as if you are far away. Muffled, as if you are under water, in the middle of a wave of thoughts that holds you tight.

"What the hell have I done?" You ask yourself. "Was it really so smart asking her for a private meeting after training?"

"Come on," he literally begs you. “If you carry on like this, we both are going to be punished by my sister.”

"What could she want from me? And why was she so nervous?" Unlike usual, Leo's older sister is pacing restlessly through the ranks of the Order's training knights, like a lion in a cage. On any other day, Mereoleona was extremely alert. She notices any imperfections in the execution of attacks and techniques. Whenever she sees a mistake, her attention was to 100% on that person. Some would call it passionate, when she would start with her loud, fierce and direct manner, calling the person a wimp or a weakling, unable to fight. But most of the knights don't see her in this way...

But today? She walks through the rows, restless and tense herself. Her face is set in a grim expression that demands respect from everyone. Maybe that's why most of them made an extra effort and didn't want to attract negative attention. But the female Leader of the squad just walks past them all, impassively.

"Why would (Y/N) want to talk to me?" That was the one nagging question in her head. She still has the scene in her mind's eye;

"Captain Mereoleona... Could we… talk today after the training? Maybe? But only if you have time an… if you don’t mind a all. I… I... I have something important to tell you..."

"Something important?" Mereo broods further, letting out a soft sigh as she runs a hand through her wild red curls. The woman known as the Undefeated Lioness was able to read the mana of others. She could sense the slightest change in mood just by analysing their mana. A useful skill in battle. But she was never really able to read the intent or even the feelings behind it.

It was as if she was sometimes reading an open book whose words she couldn't understand or interpret properly.

"Does she mean to complain? Is the training too hard?" Mereo paused briefly. She had resigned herself to always being the brutal and scary one. The one no one wanted anything to do with. Fearing her powers... So the fact that she could hardly inspire anything but fear in people was nothing new to her. But with you? There was no way Mereo wanted you to see her like that. "Although she is so small and petite, she keeps up well. What she lacks in physical strength, she makes up for in speed and technique. “ It was your wild, often untamed water magic, like a thundering waterfall, that impressed her. But also this gentle, almost mysterious side of your magic. Very different. Very calm. Sometimes it can be quiet and still. Like a crystal clear lake in the moonlight.

With another sigh, adding to the uncertainty of the knights, Mereoleona stops and glances over to you.

Your magic has turned against you after a failed attack. And now you find yourself sitting on the floor, soaking wet. Leo next to you - ready to roll over and die of laughter at any moment.

Annoyed, you blow air through your nose and wipe away the wet hair that hangs in front of your face like a curtain of seaweed. A few heartbeats later, your eyes meet Mereoleona's.

Fuegoleon follows his older sister's eyes with a bad premonition.

He had watched you and her small talk just before the training. Something wasn't right. Nothing at all. Especially when he remembers the last few weeks. How close Mereo had been to you.

"(Y/N) is so quiet and friendly that she probably doesn't dare stand up to my sister on her own. Especially since she's still officially Captain at the moment. Damn..."

He also remembers the sight of you, as you talked to Mereoleona. The nervous kneading of your hands. The thin, almost inaudible and trembling voice. For Fuegoleon, there was only one logical conclusion: You were going to complain to Mereoleona. About her indiscreet behaviour, but you just don't know how to go about it.

The young leader of the order clenched his hands with determination. "I must help her! She doesn't stand a chance against my sister alone."

The training was tiring. Exhausted, you wipe the sweat from your forhead with the back of your hand before giving Leo the usual high five to say goodbye.

As the training ground begins to empty, you stop and look down at yourself. “Still wet and dirty as well…”, you have to admit. For a moment, you consider to abandon your plan. As horrible and also stinky as you are at the moment, you don't want to say those important words to Mereoleona. A deep sigh escapes your lips as you hear footsteps approaching.

"(Y/N)?"

You look up: "Fuegoleon? What's up?"

With a gentle smile, he looks at you and asks if he should accompany you.

"Accompany me?" You look at him questioningly. Turn around to make sure he means you and not someone else. You even point your finger at yourself and look at him forcefully, questioningly. He nods.

"Why? Where to?" Confused, you look at him. He's still giving you a friendly smile, but under the circumstances it seems almost intrusive.

"Well, you wanted to talk to my sister, if I understood you correctly. I know how unapproachable and sometimes frightening she can be. That's why I want to help you."

"Was he listening?", you ask yourself and as soon as you realise, your eyes widen in disbelieve. "Not good. He got the wrong idea..." With a snap, you raise your hands in defence. "It's all right," you stammer quickly. "I... I'll be fine."

“Fuegoleon is nice and friendly... Yes... But totally inappropriate right now," you shout to yourself in your head. "How can I politely tell him that I want to be alone with Mereoleona?"

At the very same moment you hear a familiar voice: "So this is where you are..."

You open your mouth to answer in the affirmative, but Fuegoleon is quicker: "Not alone. I'm here to back her up."

Mereoleona had approached you and is now standing in front of you two with her arms on her hips. Her eyes wander critically from you to her brother. "Am I disturbing you? (Y/N), I thought you wanted to talk to me."

"What?" It slips out of your mouth.

Mereoleona raises her eyebrows before crossing her arms: "So, what do you have to tell me that's so important, that you need his support? Are you going to complain and now you've got your pants already full?" Her expression darkens more with every moment of silence.

But you can't get a sound out. Her gloomy look, Fuegolen's encouraging smile, who has misunderstood the whole situation...

You swallow deeply and open your mouth. But the words, the words you've been thinking about for so long, don't come out. You can only hear your own heart hammering in your chest. Louder and louder.. The leaden silence around you and the pressure on you become more and more intense. The moments feel like an eternity.

"Wait!"

But then: "Pah," says Mereoleona, annoyed. "This is too stupid for me. You two can play kindergarten alone."

As she turns on her heel, your rigidity loosens. You take a big step, reach out and grab her wrist. Your gaze, bright red, wanders to the ground. You can't even look at her right now. You're too afraid of a disapproving look.

"I... I don't know what your brother is doing here, but..." Your heart pounds harder against your chest. "And I... I know we're both women. That I probably don't fall into your pattern of prey at all. But still…" You bite your lower lip before summoning the courage to look her in the eye. Your grip on her wrist tightens. But Mereo doesn't seem to care. Her watery blue eyes look at you curiously and a knowing grin appears on her lips.

"I... I've fallen in love with you," you blurt out.

"Please, what?!" Fuegoleon, who can't believe his ears, takes a step back. He shakes his head in disbelief. He glances hastily between you and his sister. But his eyes remain fixed on Mereo. Uncertain and demanding at the same time.

She now began to grin. Her pointed canine tooth flashed: "Oho... What do you say to that?"

You swallow and an uncomfortable silence slowly threatens to settle over you. Your eyes dart restlessly back and forth. You keep biting your lower lip, unsure how to interpret her look and especially her statement.

"Well... I'm sorry if I upset you, Mereoleona... I mean, Captain Mereoleona." You correct yourself, stammering, because you don't have very high hopes.

"Wait, wait!" her brother raises his hands in defence. "So my sister doesn't annoy you, (Y/N)?" he asks, looking at you. "You won't complain or... something like that?"

Slowly, with your eyes back on the ground, you shake your head. "The training may be hard, yes. And Mereoleona seems very frightening at the beginning, especially when she screamed at us at the festival a while ago, when she official took over the order for you. But..." You look at Mereo again. "I've been watching you for a while now. You, too, have that softer side. A hidden but caring side." A smile flits across your lips and your cheeks begin to glow. "That side of you... I'd like to get to know better. Even though you're known everywhere as the fierce, extremely strong - or the undefeated, uncrowned lioness, in my opinion, that's only one part of you. There is much more.”

With a gentle but firm grip, Mereoleona now releases your hands from her wrist. “The little lion cub can read me better than I can read her”, she thinks to herself, not taking her eyes off you, as she counties with a grin on her lips. “I didn't think you had that much guts," she grabs your hand to pull you closer. "But... can you take the heat?"

Her face comes closer to yours. You can feel her breath warm against your skin, her firey scent. But you can also hear her heart beating fast as her mana gets nervous.

In an instant, she closes the distance between you with a passionate kiss. At first you are completely surprised. Taken by the moment, you close your eyes. Trying not to think about it - your brain would not be able to process it anyway - you feel.

As Mereo let go of your hand to pull you into a warm, intense embrace, her fingers finding their way down your back to your hips, you let your hands rest on her shoulders. The question of whether she was just playing with you is erased the moment she starts biting your lower lip. Needy. Wanting more. Just as she has been suppressing these feelings herself for some time now. A soft moan leaves your mouth as you open it to give her access. As her tongue caresses yours, your fingertips dig deeper into her skin.

Sinking into that feeling. Sinking into this passionate kiss that you never really expected.

As you slowly open your eyes and take a deep, nervous breath, you notice that Mereoleona's cheeks are also slightly flushed. But not nearly as bright as yours.

"You're quite a challenge," you whisper breathlessly against her lips. "But... If you are willing... I will take it."

"Don't worry too much. I thought your element was water anyway..."

"Yes, it is." You reply, not knowing what she means.

But she continues: "You can't get close enough to burn yourself. Not only because I will make sure not to hurt you." She touches a lock of hair behind your ear. "You really surprise me. I thought you were just a cute little lion. Fast and very good with fighting techniques, but also very quiet. So to see that you have the courage to confess your feelings for me, even in front of my brother, is a big surprise, igniting the desire for more..." She comes closer and looks into your deep, dark eyes, like an unfathomable ocean.

"So show me more of your mysterious and brave side..."

She leans in for another kiss, to place her lips on your still red, flushed cheeks.

What's going on here?" Perplexed, Fuegeoleon looks back and forth between you and his sister. "I thought (Y/N) was going to complain that Mereoleona's training methods are far too hard for her." He pauses for a moment to look at you. "And now this? This passionate kiss." The blush crept up his face more and more. He shook his head in disbelief and slowly but surely put his hands to his face. He couldn't and didn't want to see you and Mereoleona exchanging caresses. The gentle banter and the unusually soft side of his usually brutal sister was too much for him.

As a red rinse slowly finds its way out of Fuegoleon's nostrils and the flush gives way to a ghostly white, all life is slowly drained from the young leader.

#black clover #creative wrting #x reader #mereoleona vermillion #i dont know what i am doing #x fem!reader #mereoleona x reader #fuegoleon vermillion #leopold vermillion

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aviolettrose · 7 months ago

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A fanfiction idea,

where Jason, as the Arkham Knight, is in a suicide squad (without the Joker, cause Jason already killed him) and this squad has to work with the JL.

Batman: "The government wants us to work together with their suicide squad. We're going to work with Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, King Shark, and Deadshot. I can't believe i'm gonna say this, but Captain Boomerang, and someone called Arkham Knight. So far, we don't know the Arkham Knights' real identity because, according to someone, the Arkham Knight just appeared one day in Arkham. Questions?"

Before anyone could say something, the door opened and presented the squad.

"Omg, batsy, can you believe it? Us working together? Can you believe it, Ivy?"

"Hello Harley, as I can see, you're already here. I wanted someone to get you."

"Oh, don't worry, batsy, J-"

"I knew the way here. And Harleen. Code.Names. Or did ya forget what happens when you don't use them?", someone behind the group spoke up. He was short, yet he had a presence where you just have respect. The Arkham Knight. The unknown. Joker's killer. His executioner.

The squad sits down, and someone asks Jason if he could remove his helmet. He does it surprisingly, and Batman freezes.

"..Jason?"

"Hello, Dad.", he spits this word as if it is venom.

"Dad?!"

"What? You don't see the family resemblance? Here's a hint. "I'm the vengeance, but I'll never avenged my son. Instead, I'm gonna replace him, with someone who I'll pretend is him.""

Everyone is just so shocked that they don't move.

"It's okay. You can laugh. It's funny."

Did I get inspired by Azula? Maybe.

Do I regret it? Nop.

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lonewolflupe · 5 months ago

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aLoF | Lupe (OC)

I just finished Lupe's character sheet! I'm so happy how she turned out <3 More information about her and the upcoming fanfiction below the cut!

Biographical information:

NAME Lupe

HOMEWORLD Lothal

BORN 42 BBY

Descriptive information:

SPECIES human

GENDER female

HEIGHT 1.71 meters (5 ft, 7 in)

HAIR COLOR silver/grey

EYE COLOR amber

SKIN COLOR pale

Political information:

AFFILIATIONS Jedi Order / GAR / 104th Battalion (Wolfpack) / Lone Wolf Squad / Bad Batch

MASTER Plo Koon

APPRENTICE(S) -

She used to be a Jedi Padawan when the Clone Wars started, being tutored by her Master, Plo Koon (I'm so sorry Bultar Swan, but I needed Clone Dad Plo as Lupe's Master). She fought alongside the 104th Battalion before becoming a Jedi Knight, when she was designated to lead a special forces squad which she called the Lone Wolf Squad. She survived Order 66, and after a while, the Bad Batch found her and took her in (they 'picked up another pathetic life form').

You'll read more in my upcoming fanfiction, which is named A Lupe of Faith. It will start right at the First Battle of Geonosis, the beginning of the Clone Wars.

About the character sheet: Lupe is depicted as Jedi Knight during the Clone Wars here. Her appearance (including tattoos) changes through the years, so I'll try to get different versions as her story progresses. I'll try to create/design a fitting lightsaber for her as well, some day!

I used templates for her armour (@/EvilZGaruda on dA) and body/pose (@/Stourangeau on dA).

#star wars #sw #the clone wars #clone wars #tcw #the bad batch #bad batch #tbb #star wars oc #104th battalion #wolfpack #plo koon #lone wolf squad #lupe oc #a lupe of faith #lonewolflupe #lonewolflupe draws

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izunx · 1 year ago

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Hii! Can you do a Luck fanfiction where he finds the reader crying? The reader is always cheerful and happy, but is secretly depressed. So he was surprised to see them like this.

LUCK with a depressed s/o

. In which luck finds his precious significant other crying. . warnings: depression.

✧.* luck x gn reader

Luck doesn't know where you are, which is rare. Usually by any moment right now you'd be in the black bulls lounge area chirping away at whatever antics you've been up to. But now that he thinks of it, it’s been ages since he’s last actually seen you functioning properly.

He feels funny. That feeling you get where you know just something isn't right and he hates it. He hates feeling this way especially when it's about YOU.

You were always one of the brighter ones of the squad, uplifting people when they were feeling down and discouraged. Now that he thinks of it, he doesn't think he's ever seen you get comforted but at the same time he's never seen you upset.

Is it possible for a person like you to even get upset?

The sobs he was hearing proved him otherwise though. As he walked past the hallways, he heard you. The hallways were dim but through the crack of the slightly open door he could see the bright lights shining through.

Much to his dismay, there you were sprawled out on your bed without a care in the world crying with a tub of sweets by your side.

"I don't have the energy for this Luck!" You threw one of the plushies HE got for you at him. He catches it and just looks at you in confusion. Is this real?

Because what he was seeing on your bed just couldn't be you right? Distressed and letting down all your guard, ultimately showing your tear stained face and horror blood shot eyes. It didn't just stop there either; you were gripping onto the sheets and suffocating your sobs into the pillow.

The state of your room wasn’t any better. It looked as if someone mistaken it as a rage room, it was abhorrent to say the least.

"Y/N, what's wrong?"

You simply gave him a weak frown, "Not that you’d care."

To that he just frowns. Why would you doubt him like that?

"If I didn’t care I’d be a shit boyfriend." He sat down on your bed, encouraging you to begin on letting your feelings out. But you were stubborn.

"Just why would I do that? No one takes me seriously anyways" despite saying that, you sunk your head into his shoulder, grabbing onto his shoulder. "Where did I go wrong in life, Luck?"

The grab on his shoulder became more intense; you were biting your lips harshly and hid your eyes away.

"Everyone else got so lucky with their parents! I’ve grown up miserable with them."

Luck thinks back on it, you’ve never mentioned your parents before. But he doesn’t say anything. He needs to let your feelings out first.

"Not once since I’ve come here have I received a letter from them- after ruining my life they can’t even say sorry now that I’ve done what they’ve wanted and become a magic knight?" Now you’re a mess.

Your hair was sticking onto your face and you had salty tears streaming down your pretty face, staining it.

And Luck just hugged you. Held you close and comforted you whispering sweet nothings into your ear reassuring you.

"Everyone thinks I’m incapable of being sad but God you haven’t seen the worst!" You try and get out of his grasp, still hurt from your past.

"I won’t be taken advantage of again-"

"That’s enough Y/N." Luck held your arms and looked straight into your eyes.

"Every single member in this squad appreciates you more than you think, they adore you. They admire your will to strive and encourage other people and God do I love your stubbornness in our fights. I love everything about you."

You gawked at your boyfriend. He wasn’t done though.

"and lord do I love your smile so don’t let it be sullen with your past because now in the present you’re loved a lot." He gave you one of his smirks and it just made you cry even more.

Not so much sad tears but definitely you felt just a little bit happier.

Luck wasn’t so fortunate himself and he too was on his last straw but being able to fight people stronger than him and have you by his side was enough. He hoped it could be the same for you.

"I just always feel like this Luck and I just don’t know how I’ve managed to fight like this" He again took you in his arms and took in everything.

He understood you were depressed, unhappy with how you yourself was and he heard you out. Sat there the whole night taking in what you were saying.

It’s true at times you weren’t faking that smile, you enjoyed the moments with your boyfriend a lot. You kept all his little trinkets and treasured them.

You were snug holding onto the plushie he bought you on your first date in the city. It was unreal to you. You were loved and you thought it was just surreal. You held the thought close to you and you’ve grown to appreciate that fierce boyfriend of yours.

You can get used to this. Letting your feelings out wasn’t so bad after all. And although it would take time to heal, you knew Luck would always be with you through thick and thin.

#anime x reader #black clover x reader #luck x reader #luck voltia #luck x y/n #black clover luck #black clover fanfiction #black clover anime #black clover oneshot #black clover x y/n #luck voltia x reader #luck voltia x y/n

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found-family-tournament · 2 years ago

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Best Found Family Tournament

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Give me as much propaganda and images as possible. It gives your fams a higher chance of winning.

Every piece of propaganda and every picture or gif I get. In the submissions and in my asks will be added to the poll post every round.

Please inform me if any of the images or information are wrong. Or if you have a better image that I could use.

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I try to reblog all the propaganda I get in my reblogs, but if you want to make sure I don't accidentally overlook yours, please tag me.

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Links under the cut

Round 1:

Part 1:

The Runaways (Marvel's Runaways) vs The Knights of Camelot (BBC Merlin)

The Wayward Children (The Wayward Children / Every Heart a Doorway) vs Gekkagumi (A3!)

The Faraway Friends (OMORI) vs The Spring Troupe (A3!)

Bee Happy (Matilda) vs The Night at the Museum Gang (Night at the Museum)

Winter Troupe (A3!) vs Gwendolyn, The Will, Lying Cat and Sophie (Saga (Comic))

Part 2:

The SHIELD Team (Agents of SHIELD) vs Hershel Layton, Luke Triton & Flora Reinhold (Professor Layton Games)

The Band of Boobs (Not Another D&D Podcast) vs Saiki and his friends (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.)

The Third Mates/The Choo Choo Crew (Not Another D&D Podcast) vs The Crystal Gems (Steven Universe)

Team Dark (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs Kipo & Wolf (Kipo)

Dethklok (Metalocalypse) vs The Robinsons (Meet the Robinsons)

Part 3:

Interview with the Vampire Vampires (Interview with the Vampire) vs The Forgers (Spy x Family)

The Mechanisms (The Mechanisms) vs The Scooby Gang (Scooby Doo)

Izumi & Sig Curtis & Edward & Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs The Clump (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared)

The Hamato Clan/Mad Dogz (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rottmnt)) vs Team Victor (Vicious)

The Black Bulls (Black Clover) vs The Leverage Crew (Leverage)

Part 4:

MASH team (M*A*S*H) vs The Behavioural Analysis Unit (Criminal Minds)

Spider Crew (So I'm A Spider So What?) vs The Joestar Group (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

RTDL Quarted (Kirby) vs The Avengers (MCU Fanfiction)

Brave Vesperia (Tales of Vesperia) vs The Animorphs (Animorphs)

The Dolls (The Sandman) vs Team Rocket (Pokémon)

Part 5:

The Love Trio (Welcome to Demon School Iruma-Kun) vs Maka, Soul, Tsubaki, Black Star, Death the Kid, Crona, Patty, Liz (Soul Eater)

The Gaang (Avatar the Last Airbender) vs Die Wilden Kerle (Die Wilden Kerle)

Alex & Jonas (Oxenfree) vs The Gluttony Crew (The Evillious Chronicles)

Watari & L Lawliet (Death Note) vs The Cat's Whiskers (Paradox Live)

The Rowdy 3 (Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency) vs Mae, Greg, Angus & Bea (Night in the Woods)

Part 6:

The Crew of the Serenity (Firefly & Serenity) vs The Crew of the Iris (The Strange Case of Starship Iris)

Lucifam (Lucifer) vs Team Bleck/Bleck Squad (Super Paper Mario)

The Ericson Kids (The Walking Dead Game) vs Accelerator, Last Order, Aiho Yomikawa, Kikyou Yoshikawa & Misaka Worst (A Certain Magical Index)

Squad 312 (the Aurora Cycle series) vs The Fatui Harbingers (Genshin Impact)

13 and the Gang (Doctor Who) vs Franchouchou (Zombie Land Saga)

Part 7:

Dadvid & Momgwen (Camp Camp) vs Bucci Gang/Team Bucciarati (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Akanyatsura (Paradox Live) vs 11s Fam (Doctor Who)

Team Red (Carmen Sandiego) vs The Ghosts (BBC Ghosts)

Firefam (9-1-1) vs Murder Family (Hannibal)

The Golden Deer (Fire Emblem) vs Mikazuki Villa (Magia Record)

Part 8:

NYPD Major Crimes (Prodigal Son) vs Diasomnia Fam (Twisted Wonderland)

Warden Ingo, Akari, Rei & Professor Laventon (Pokemon Legends Arceus) vs New Who Crew (Doctor Who)

Nahida & Scaramouche/Wanderer (Genshin Impact) vs The Circle Kids (Tamora Pierce's Emelan Universe (The Circle of Magic Quartet))

The Shazamily (Shazam!) vs The Clawthorne-Nocedas (The Owl House)

The Losers Club (It) vs The Mondstadt Crew (Genshin Impact)

Part 9:

The Entire Your Turn to Die Cast (Your Turn to Die) vs Funn Funerals & Eric (Wooden Overcoats)

Because You Made Me Smile (or Extended Tenma Household) (Project SEKAI) vs The Aurinko Crime Family (The Penumbra Podcast (Juno Steel))

Silco & Jinx (Arcane) vs The Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (& Associates) (GLOW)

Dark Dragon and the Happy Hungry Bunch (Akatsuki no Yona/Yona of the Dawn) vs MSR (The X-Files)

Ash & Pikachu (Pokémon) vs The Thief Gang/House of Orphans (The Thief Lord)

Part 10:

Powder, Vi, Vander, Mylo & Claggor (Arcane) vs Space Runaways (Saga (Comic))

The Victors of District 12 (The Hunger Games) vs The Killjoys (Killjoys)

The St Cassians Chamber Choir (Ride The Cyclone) vs Six of Crows/The Crows (Six of Crows)

The Gangsey (The Raven Cycle) vs Paper Girls (Paper Girls)

The Bad Kids (Dimension 20 - Fantasy High) vs The Drawtectives (Drawtectives (Drawfee))

Part 11:

Team Natsu (Fairy Tail) vs Yutaka, Minoru & Tane (Our Dining Table)

The Scions of the Seventh Dawn (Final Fantasy XIV) vs Neal Caffrey, Peter & Elizabeth Burke & Mozzie (White Collar)

Scoobies (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont & Alucard (Castlevania)

I.M.P. (Helluva Boss) vs The New Mutants (X-Men Comics)

The Bad Batch (The Bad Batch) vs Leorio, Kurapika, Gon & Killua (Hunter X Hunter)

Part 12:

Date-Sagan Family (AI: The Somnium Files) vs God Kids (Trials of Apollo)

Crew of the Per Aspera (Rolling with Difficulty) vs Reyna Ramirez & Nico Di Angelo (Riordanverse)

The Crew of the Revenge (Our Flag Means Death) vs The Crisis Management Team (Tomorrow)

Joel Miller & Ellie Williams (The Last of Us) vs Hotel OJ (Inanimate Insanity)

Wangxian + Junior Quartet (Mo Dao Zu Shi/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/The Untamed) vs Phoenix (MacGyver)

Part 13:

Nightchord25 (Project SEKAI) vs The Wayfarer's Crew (The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet)

Jessica, Aaron & Erica Slaughter (Something Is Killing the Children) vs Color Gang (Animation vs Minecraft/Animator vs Animation)

Sk8 Fam (Sk8 the Infinity) vs The Pilot Program (Misfits and Magic (Dimension 20))

Killing School Trip Survivors (Danganronpa 2) vs Sea Salt Family (Kingdom Hearts)

The Ten Companions of the Dragonmark (How To Train Your Dragon (Books)) vs Cohen-Atwood Family (The OC)

Part 14:

Arya Stark, Gendry Waters, Hot Pie (& Lommy Greenhands & Jaqen H'Gar) (A Song of Ice & Fire/Game of Thrones) vs Old World Group (Everworld)

Lightning Thief Trio (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) vs California Bureau of Investigation (The Mentalist)

Adora, Glimmer & Bow (She-Ra) vs Disaster Trio/The Clone Wars Trio (Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008))

Kim Dokja's Company (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) vs 13 Flame Chasers (Honkai Impact 3rd)

Ren Amamiya, Futaba Sakura & Sojiro Sakura (Persona 5) vs Batfam (Batman Media (Wayne Family Adventures))

Part 15:

The Soul Squad (The Good Place) vs The Paladins of Voltron (Voltron: Legendary Defenders)

Inheritance Gang (Eragon/the Inheritance Cycle) vs Strawhat Pirates (One Piece)

10's Crew (Doctor Who) vs Clementine & Lee Everett (The Walking Dead Game)

Wendy, Soos, Stanford, Stanley, Dipper, Mabel & Waddles (Gravity Falls) vs The Local Group (Rain World)

Five Eccentrics/Five Oddballs (Ensemble Stars) vs The Luminary, Erik, Serena, Veronica, Sylvando, Jade, Rab & Hendrik (Dragon Quest XI)

Part 16:

The Meta Knights (Kirby) vs The Queens from the Musical Six (Six)

Shroud Bros (Twisted Wonderland) vs Natsume's Protection Squad (Natsume's Book of Friends)

The Long Island Vampires & Guillermo (What We Do In The Shadows) vs The Octotrio (Twisted Wonderland)

The Lupin Gang (Lupin III) vs The Fellowship of the Ring (Lord of the Rings)

The Gang (It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia) vs Regina Mills, Emma Swan & Henry Mills (Once Upon a Time)

Part 17:

Torchwood Team (Torchwood) vs MANKAI Company (A3!)

Julie and the Phantoms (Julie and the Phantoms) vs Yeo Joon, Kim So-Bin & Nam Soo-Hyun (At a Distance Spring is Green)

Second Nonary Game Group (Zero Escape: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors) vs Chosen Siblings (Pokespe/Pokemon Adventures)

The Seven Birds/IPRE/Starblaster Crew (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Boys from the Dwarf (Red Dwarf)

The Tiny Giant Duo (The BFG) vs The Greendale 7/The Study Group (Community)

#tumblr polls #poll #polls #tournament poll #found family #found family tournament 2023 #tumblr tournament #tournament

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ducktoonsfanart · 11 months ago

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The Donald Duck Chronicles - Donald Duck and Goofy in Kingdom Hearts - Crossover Duckverse - The Secret Life of Donald Duck - My Version

Yes, the first drawing was supposed to be more for Inktober, but well, what I drew is the beginning of my new project, and it will also be related to my fanfictions, but I will write more about that next year. However, somehow I managed to unify what connects Donald Duck, and I showed this in the first multi-character drawing, in which Donald sometimes dreams of being an emperor like Napoleon, and also encounters his other identities in which he is, such as is Duck Avenger (Paperinik), Double Duck and Maui Mallard. And it all represents one character. Yes, I read other fanfictions about The Secret Life of Donald Duck which is more based on Ducktales 2017, but I decided to make my own version, based on Duck comics, cartoons like classic shorts, Three Caballeros, Ducktales, Darkwing Duck and Quack Pack. And while in the middle, Donald Duck is represented through four characters, at the bottom of the drawing are his friends and family members who are superheroes. I also took a lot of this from the Ultraheroes comics. Uno (One), Jose Carioca (Green Bat), Panchito Pistoles (El-Galo-Loco), Fethry Duck (Red Bat), Gladstone Gander (Clover Leaf), Gus Goose (Iron Gus), Masked Tophat (Scrooge McDuck), Daisy Duck (She-Venger, Super Daisy or Paperinika), Darkwing Duck, Gizmoduck, Gyro Gearloose and T-Squad (Huey (Red Shadow), Dewey (Blue Cyclops) and Louie (Green Avenger)).

On the top side, you can see the villains fighting the superheroes and Donald's biggest rivals, which are Due (Two-Un's twin from PKNA), Emil Eagle, Zoster (Evronians), Inquinator, Mad Ducktor, The Raider (although he is more of an anti-hero than a villain), Baron von Sheldgoose, Negaduck (he's more against Darkwing Duck) and Neighbor Jones (Donald's worst neighbor and eternal rival). Yes, I wanted to add more characters, but not all of them would fit in this drawing, but there will be another time.

Yes, I call this "Donald's Chronicles", my new headcanon that I am starting on the occasion of the 100th anniversary of Disney as well as the 90th anniversary of Donald Duck and yes, it will be part of my Quack Pack AU, but in an even more extreme level, with more action and comedy for sure . The second drawing is Donald Duck as a wizard where he practices under the wizard Merlin (you know him from the movie The Sword in the Stone, as well as the myth of King Arthur), together with the knight Goofy. Yes, this is my first time drawing Kingdom Hearts, and I certainly know that Wizard Donald is great and that version will also be part of Donald's Chronicles. And music related to this:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ES9XrjH_XHU By the way, both drawings are gifts for my friend @isabellanajera and @you-big-palooka, who recently celebrated her birthday and who, like me, is definitely a big fan of Donald Duck. And a gift for my friend from Discord, @scroogemcduckair.

I hope you like these drawings and ideas like this. If you have any comments, feel free to say so. Feel free to like and reblog this. And don't use my ideas and copy without mentioning me, please.

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levi501ackerman · 3 months ago

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Steel Heart Chapter 16:

These Inconvenient Fireworks

Hange x Reader Chapter Index Masterlist

Megan's Note: Title is after a Larry Stylinson fanfic I read when I was 14. The author sold hardcover copies of their fanfic on lulu.com (this was common with 1D fanfic authors) and at 14 years old I fr made my mom buy me printed gay fanfiction. She was just happy her daughter was getting into the love of reading like her! LMAO. I start fall semester tomorrow (UGH) and a new job next month. Posted: 8/25/24

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“Don’t be ridiculous,” Levi scoffed. “If there was a man, why would—”

“We’re being watched,” you whimpered into Hange’s neck. Levi crossed his arms and eyed you skeptically. “I did not have a nightmare, Levi! There was a knight in the forest! He had blonde hair, was tall, covered in blood, and had a crested sword like the Knights of the Royal King’s Guard! But I’ve never seen him before . . .”

“Squads one and two, come with me,” Levi beckoned the knights away from you. Levi’s unexpected commands made you unsure if he believed you. Tears fell down your face and Hange’s breath was on your neck. Levi was whispering with twenty knights huddled together in the darkness. Then, the knights broke apart and went into their tent. Your heart plummeted. The thought of the knights returning to bed while the strange blonde knight raided the camp made you sick. You pulled away from Hange and wiped your tears. “It should be around four a.m. since Franz, Daz, Samuel, and Thomas were on watch. But Daz is going to find a clear view of the sky and hopefully, the stars will be visible enough to tell time . . .” Levi kneeled beside Hange and put a hand on your shoulder. “The knights are getting some equipment and going to scavenge the forest for the man you saw and anything suspicious.”

“T-thank you,” your chest unraveled a little at the assurance that something would be done.

“I want to speak with you,” Levi stood up and motioned to Hange, who was clutching your cloak around their naked body.

“No! Please . . . don’t leave me,” you said. You grabbed Hange’s arm, and their half-lidded eyes glanced at Levi. Your wide eyes studied Hange’s face, seeking comfort. They blinked a few times. They looked lethargic and exhausted; even when they nodded, they were slow. A tinge of admiration spread through your chest when Hange gently grasped the hand you placed on their arm. They held your hand against their heart.

“What do you want to talk about?” They asked Levi, and he crossed his arms. You noticed Hange cared for you as they did what you asked. They stayed. Levi hesitated, and his eyes shifted knowingly between you and Hange. Knights emerged from their tents with candles and their swords drawn. Connie approached the lifeless campfire and worked on igniting the logs.

“It’s not that I do not believe you saw a man, but I think we will be alright. Depending on the time, we will get a head start on our day,” You recalled Levi having insomnia and not sleeping well through the night. Levi averaged two to four hours of sleep per night. In the past, Levi, being awake, had managed to help predict when you would have nightmares and he was ready to calm you down so you wouldn’t disturb the other knights. Levi sleeping during the incident of you in the forest could point to the time being near dawn. “How do you feel? Do you feel tired?”

“I don’t think . . . I don’t think I could go back to sleep,” you stammered.

“Okay,” Levi softly said.

“What do you think, Hange?” Hange’s inner eyebrows were perked up like they were trying to keep their eye open. They squeezed your hand and rubbed their thumb against your skin.

“I’m going to try to get more sleep, Princess,” Hange admitted.

“Okay, I guess I can try too.” Light and warmth burst from behind Hange and Levi. Connie stepped away from igniting the fire and turned to notice a knight running back from a part of the forest. His hasty nature did not appear worrisome or like he found the bloodied knight in the forest. His face was determined yet calm. He looked familiar and you recognized he was one of the knights who came up to you after you found Franz. He was one of the guards on rotation.

“Commander! Captain! I found a clear view of the sky and did the math. It is around four forty-five and five fifteen,” Daz said. “The sun will rise soon and we’ll have more daylight.”

“Great work, Daz,” Hange said and groaned. There wasn’t enough time to go back to sleep and feel rested. Breakfast would be between six and six thirty. Daz's concerned eyes studied you, checking how you were.

“How are you, your Highness?” He gingerly asked.

“I feel safer, thank you, sir.”

“I should start taking down the tent instead. It’s best if we go bathe right after eating, and then we can head to Flegel’s Farm,” Hange rubbed their eye. You could tell your incident woke Hange from a deep sleep. Guilt coursed through you as your outburst woke everyone up. But he was real. The bloodied knight with the crested sword was in front of you.

He’s still out there.

Watching you.

He’s real.

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around both Hange and Levi.

“I’m sorry for my outburst,” you whimpered and Hange rubbed your back. “He’s out there, I swear.”

While the knights scoured the forest for the bloodied knight or anything related to the Marleyan Cult, you helped Hange take down the conference tent. They had to tell you what to do, and you appreciated their patience. Hange returned your cloak and told you to keep the hood on. You didn’t mind because the air was chilly. You rolled your bedroll up and Hange took it for you.

The morning rays of sunlight broke through the canopy of trees, making the forest more comforting and less frightening. The green grass returned, and the trees weren’t shadows anymore. Their brown trunks were magnificent, and you could see past the light of the fire, which gave you a sense of safety. But deep inside, you felt unfriendly eyes on you.

After a half hour of heading into the forest, the Knights returned to the camp at different intervals. The knights who usually prepared meals started with breakfast. Eventually, all twenty knights returned. No one was harmed, and no bloodied knight was found. But something felt wrong and you trusted your instincts.

Levi wanted you to eat more protein and told the knight serving to give you three eggs and more chicken than rice. You cringed at the thought of forcing yourself to eat all the chicken and eggs Levi wanted you to eat. Especially since the rice felt more satiating. You argued with Levi that you wouldn’t eat another plate unless he took off half of the chicken and added more rice. Levi rolled his eyes but obliged.

Hange was sitting on a log in between two of their squad members. One of them you’ve seen Hange talk to before because he’s one of the only other knights who wears glasses, and the other knight was a man with short dark hair. The guy with the glasses passed Hange a delicate cloth, and then Hange wiped the lenses of their glasses. The two knights were next to Hange, and you hesitated to ask them to scoot over. You sat on the ground next to Hange’s feet, which amused Hange. Abel and Keiji offered to scoot over so you could sit next to Hange. Eventually, you did, which only ended up with you following the three when they got in line for food.

Hange was retelling a story to Abel and Keiji about how they caught a frog in the river when they were younger, but you couldn’t pay attention. You tried ignoring it as you ate your chicken while standing beside Hange. Hairs on the back of your neck stood up and you couldn��t shake the feeling that you and the knights were in danger. Though more than forty knights were in the camp and would lay down their lives for you, you remained fearful of the bloodied knight. You weren’t dreaming.

He’s still out there.

Watching you.

He’s real.

As the knights cleaned and put away the cooking equipment, Hange suggested going to the river. You didn’t want to go to the river anymore. You worried being with fewer people might make the bloodied knight approach you. What if while you and Hange were down at the river, he slits Hange’s throat and takes you? You’d rather have him kill you than Hange. The bloodied knight’s piercing eyes flashed in your mind and you gasped.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Hange asked and you realized you stopped walking. Hange looked over their shoulder at you and then walked to you. You were frozen in your tracks. They eyed you, analyzing your body and then approached your trembling form. Hange placed their hands on your shoulder and you looked up at Hange’s pretty eye. The heaving in your chest slowed and you blinked a couple of times.

“Hange,” your whispered voice cracked. “I can’t shake the feeling that we are being watched.” Hange comfortably rubbed their thumb against your shoulders. You gave in to the feel of their soothing touch. They pulled you into their chest and you surrendered to their touch. Hange would keep you safe. Your breathing became even and Hange stroked your back again.

“Let’s bathe quickly so we can leave this place.” Hange soothed. They pulled away from the hug and wrapped a protective arm around your shoulder. They guided you toward the river. The sound of the water was reaching your ears and then Hange gasped. You both stopped in your tracks.

In the distance on the shoreline was a small brown fur ball with a small white fur ball for a tail. A large smile grew when you saw the furry animal's head raise, revealing its long ears. A small cottontail rabbit was drinking from the river. Hange turned to you and with their index finger over their lips. They drew their sword from the waist of their tan pants and handed it to you. Then Hange held a hand up to tell you to stay and you silently nodded at them.

The bunny was frozen. It sensed you and Hange. Hange silently crept closer, and you hoped this was the moment Hange would catch you a pet bunny. The brown bunny hopped away from Hange and you both held your breath, hoping you didn’t spook the bunny. Hange took another step forward and then waited. The bunny was petrified but anchored itself in place. Then Hange took another step and was a few feet away from your future pet. Hange dived for the animal and reached out their arms for the bunny. Their fingers grazed the bunny’s fur. The cottontail pounced away from the grasps of Hange and went into the tree line.

“Hange!” You ran to Hange’s form lying on the dried pebbles of the shoreline. They winced and then pushed themselves up onto their knees. You crouched down next to them, “Are you okay? You’re always so close! I know you are going to catch us a bunny!”

“Those cuties are quick. Bunnies can run up to eighteen miles per hour, you know.” Hange dusted off their shirt. They got their white shirt even more dirty and will definitely need to wash it while bathing. “They're quick as a flash.”

“Quick like lighting!”

“Like lighting, for sure!” Hange started unbuttoning their white shirt. “I should wash this first to let it dry, " they said more to themselves.

You placed Hange’s sword on the pebbles and then turned around to start striping your clothes. You looked across the river and back toward the camp. You and Hange were alone.

Hopefully.

“I bet the next time we see a bunny, you’ll catch it!” You encouraged Hange as you pulled down the tan slacks and shimmied off your pants. You folded your pants and then laid them against your boots. The light-hearted thought of a cute furry bunny roaming around the tent and feeding her carrots while holding it like a baby crossed your mind. The sloshing sounds of the river pulled you out of your daydream. Hange was naked and holding their dirty white top. They sat on their knees and their back was to you. They dipped the dirt-stained part of the fabric into the water and used their thumb to circle the area. “Let me help with that! I know a quicker way!”

“Oh yeah? The Princess is going to show me how to wash clothes? How unexpected.” Hange kept circling the stain with their thumb. You pulled off the cloak and unbuttoned the white shirt. Without a care to fold them, you piled them on top of the pants. You splashed Hange when you hastily stepped into the river. “Careful! I don’t want to get my entire shirt wet! It will take forever to dry!”

“May I?” You wanted to show Hange the technique Fairy Godmother Ymir showed you during childhood. Hange handed over their shirt and you placed most of the fabric between your bicep and ribs. Then, you fisted the fabric on the sides of the stains, letting the fabric slack. You dipped the dirt-stained part into the river’s water and used your fisted hands to rub your fingers against each other. The technique Fairy Godmother Ymir taught you was like using your fingers to act as a miniature corrugated washboard. You pulled the dripping fabric out of the water and squeezed. When you unfolded the damp bunched-up fabric, the dirt stain was gone. “Ta-da!”

“What?! It’s that easy?!” Hange gasped. They grabbed their shirt from you and tilted it against the sunlight, trying to see if the stain was gone.

“Yes! Fairy Godmother Ymir taught me that when I started learning to clean blood stains from my underwear!” Hange’s jaw was dropped and there was a fond satisfaction with impressing Hange. Hange stood up from the water, taking their shirt to their pile of clothes.

“And all this time, I’ve been doing dumb circles, which takes forever sometimes!” Hange placed the wet part of the shirt facing up so the crisp air could dry it. You started splashing water onto your arms and rubbing your legs. Hange sat on your left and you began rubbing your arms in the water. They poked your cheek and stretched out their legs. “Thank you, Princess Y/N, you changed my life!”

“You changed my life . . .” Their doe-eye glanced at you, causing your cheeks to turn pink. They darted away from you and you wanted them to look at you again. Their lips looked soft, and Hange started rubbing their legs, which were submerged in the river. Then, Hange took out the hair tie that held their short hair back. You pulled your hair tie out, letting your hair fall behind you. You wanted Hange to say something—to say anything.

Say something!

“Are you excited to try on dresses for your wedding?”

Not that, UGH!

“I-I haven’t thought of that, honestly . . . I guess I am.” You noticed your hands trembling as you pulled your knees to your chest. You wrapped your arms around your knees, protecting yourself. Your heart. Then you said, “I don’t want to marry Prince Marco.”

“I know, Y/N, I’m—”

“No, Hange . . . I don’t want to marry Prince Marco.” There was a pressure behind your nose and you inhaled deeply. You did not want to cry. Small fishes swam by in the river, but you weren’t in the right headspace to be excited about tiny fish. The small fish probably could choose who they wanted to mate with. They did not have to worry about a cult hunting them. Those fish didn’t suddenly get the rug ripped from under them and forced into a new life—one of danger, death, and responsibility. “I’m forced to be married to a stranger and I’m forced to feel on the edge constantly because of a cult hunting me. I was forced to leave my cottage, books, clothes, and possessions behind . . . I want to choose something in my life!”

You tilted your head toward Hange, and their confused expression had a hint of helplessness. Their lips looked soft, and Hange’s brown eye usually comforted you. But their glance made you feel cornered and guilty.

“You’ll get your opportunity to make your own choices.”

“I know what I want.”

“You know?”

“I know . . .” You’ve seen Christa and Ymir do it before and tried your best to replicate them. With a flood of courage, you turned and held yourself in a steadied stance on your knees before Hange. You grabbed their face, leaned in, closed your eyes, and smashed your lips onto theirs. The flesh was indistinguishable and you felt the tip of their nose on your cheek. You felt a new, exhilarating rush through your body and ache between your legs. Hange’s hands fumbled around and they grabbed your wrist and used their other hand to push on your chest.

Hange’s eye was wide and their pupil was dilated. Their face had a rosy hue and their lips were flushed. Your lips tingled, and you wiped them with the back of your hand. Hange brought their knees to their chest and hugged themselves. They were silent and downcasted their eye to the river’s water.

Guilt surged through your body, and you carefully sat in the river again. You crossed boundaries and possibly upset your friend. You just wanted to try it—once. You pulled your knees to your chest. Pressure built behind your nose and you blinked rapidly, avoiding tears.

The water shimmered from the morning’s daylight and the sun’s rays warmed your skin. A light breeze rippled the water on the river’s surface and blew over the taller grass stems on the other side. A bird unapologetically tweeted from high in the trees.

“You should not have done that,” Hange whispered and your heart twinged. They were blushing and hiding themselves. Hange sniffed and they rubbed their eye. “They will have my head for that.”

“Who?” It felt hard to breathe and the Hange getting in trouble raised the guilt in your chest. You should not have crossed the line. You made your own bold choices but at what cost? You can choose to do whatever you want, but you can not choose your consequences.

“The Queen and her King. Marco’s parents. They would flog me and then kill me for ‘corrupting the Princess.’ I wouldn't be alive by the end of the day when they found out.”

“I thought my parents were nice . . .” Hange covered their eye with their hand and you heard them hold back a whimper. “I’m sorry, Hange. I just wanted to try kissing.”

“We can not speak of this,” Hange whispered harshly.

“This was my first kiss . . .” you whispered. Hange sniffled again and a tear streamed down their face. They wiped it off quickly and your heart ached at the sight of the vulnerable form.

“It’s my first since I lost my eye.” Hange bitterly said. There was a pinch in your chest, and you recalled what Hange had told you last night. Hange was dating someone when they lost their eye . . . and you tied together that the girl did not kiss or show Hange affection after their injury, which ultimately led to their relationship ending. “Damn it!” The water sloshed as they stood up.

“What’s wrong?”

“I knew you liked me,” Hange looked at the pebbles by their feet as they walked toward the grass. You chased after them, sloshing water and dripping onto the pebbles. You grabbed their wrist and they pulled away from you.

“Hange!”

“I knew you liked me and I couldn’t stop myself!”

“I’m sorry, Hange! I am so sorry. Please, we can forget about this! Please don’t be mad!” Hange crossed their arms and looked at their feet, their hair masked their face. The knight in shining armor from the Karanese District was helpless, confused, and defenseless. You held onto their biceps, looking up at them. A tear dropped from their face and they wiped it instantly away, again.

“I’m not mad at you, Y/N. I’m mad at myself.” You didn’t know what to do, and you gently hugged Hange. You rubbed their back like they did when you needed comfort. “I like you, Y/N, and I know you like me. You are painfully obvious—your stares, your questions, your curious nature about romance. You don’t take your eyes off my body when I undress.”

“I’m sorry,” your heart fluttered at Hange’s words. They liked you back, and some part of you hoped there was a chance.

“Stop apologizing,” Hange clipped and you nodded obediently. “We should get back.”

“I haven’t washed my hair—we both haven’t yet.” Hang pulled away from your hug and they walked back over to their pile of clothes.

“That’s because you were going around kissing some knight in the river.”

“Hange . . . I don’t want to marry Prince—”

“It doesn’t matter what you want!” You flinched at Hange raising their voice. “You’re a Princess going to become Queen and I’m a knight. I’m just a knight.”

“But you like me, right? So why can’t we date?”

“Oh you’re so naive—”

“I’m sorry!” A storm of thoughts loomed over Hange and you, the rage between desire and the constraint of duty. You stood next to Hange, watching them dress themselves. You crossed your arms, covering your exposed chest. Hange was hopping on one leg, trying to get their tan slacks over their damp skin. You wanted to explore love and explore it with Hange.

“Listen to me,” Hange put their hands on your shoulders after they zipped their slacks. You accidentally glanced at their boobs and then blushed guiltily. “I-I want to call you mine,” their voice cracked as they confessed. Your heart raced, noticing the window of opportunity—your desires in reach. “But if we are caught, I will die.”

“No!” You took Hange’s wrists from your shoulders and held their hands. “I want a chance with you . . . I want to be yours and I want you to be mine. You are my best friend—the light in the dark. You are my savior—my angel. You were sent to protect me.”

“I should not give in to temptation,” Hange whimpered, resting their forehead on yours.

“I want to be yours even in secret.”

“I should not give in to temptation.”

“I will protect you if the Queen and her King find out.”

“I should not give in to temptation,” Hange inhaled sharply. Their anguished face was evident. Their eye was squeezed shut, and their lips were trembling. You placed their hands on your waist and then yours on their shoulders. They fondly grasped your waist, feeling your damp, soft skin, getting a glimpse of what could be theirs—giving in. They whispered, “I am going to die if we get caught . . .”

“Give me your life and I’ll give you mine,” you whispered. Hange tilted their chin and gently pressed their lips against yours. You followed Hange’s tender rhythm. You affectionately cupped one of Hange’s cheeks and leaned into them. They pulled your waist into their hips and you whimpered. Your heart skipped a beat and you felt a tingle and warmth spread through your body. You will always remember this moment with Hange by the river. The secret that will stay between the two of you.

And the man watching.

next chapter Chapter 17: Garden of Rabbits

chapter index masterlist

#attack on titan #hange zoe #hanji zoe #hange x reader #hange zoe x reader #hanji x reader #hange x you #hange zoe fanfiction #hanji zoe fluff #knight hanji zoe #knight hange zoe

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make-your-own-evil · 2 years ago

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Who I write for + Requests

Slashers:

Chapter Stories:

Wattpad: Man-Eat-Man World: A Texas Chainsaw Massacre Fanfic

AO3: Man-Eat-Man World: A Texas Chainsaw Massacre Fanfiction

Michael Myers (1978)

Domestic!Michael Myers Headcanons

Yandere!Michael Myers Headcanons

Slashers with Truck-Driving S/O Headcanons

Freddy Krueger (1984)

Jason Voorhees (1980s)

Slashers with Truck-Driving S/O Headcanons

Bubba Sawyer (Leatherface)

Slashers with Truck-Driving S/O Headcanons

Comforting Reader Through Meltdown

S/O with a hand kink

Bubba meeting his S/O's single mother

Bubba and S/O with a child from a past relationship

Sawyer Bros. Sleep Headcanons

Nubbins Sawyer

S/O with a hand kink

Sawyer Bros. Sleep Headcanons

Chop Top Sawyer

S/O with a hand kink

Sawyer Bros Sleep Headcanons

Drayton Sawyer

Yandere!Drayton x Willing!Reader

Angsty!Drayton Headcanons

Billy Lenz (1974)

Slashers with Truck-Driving S/O Headcanons

Brahms Heelshire (2016)

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Painting Vincent's nails

Lester Sinclair

Chucky (Charles Lee Ray)

Tiffany Valentine

Norman Bates (Anthony Perkins)

Pyramid Head

Gotham Rogues

Scarecrow ( Arkham Asylum, Arkham Knight, BTAS, TNBA, Dark Knight)

BTAS!DorkSquad x TimeTraveler!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquad!+Penguin with Sleepwalking!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquadxTall!Goth!Fem!S/O

Riddler (Dano!Riddler, Arkham Knight, Batman Forever, BTAS, Capullo!Riddler)

Yandere!Capullo!Riddler Headcanons

Riddlers x GameDeveloper!S/O

Riddler x EasilyFlustered!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquad x TimeTraveler!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquad!+Penguin with Sleepwalking!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquadxTall!Goth!Fem!S/O

Mad Hatter (Arkham, BTAS)

BTAS!DorkSquad x TimeTraveler!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquad!+Penguin with Sleepwalking!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquadxTall!Goth!Fem!S/O

Poison Ivy (Batman & Robin, BTAS, Arkham)

BTAS!Poison Ivy x Gardener!S/O

Harley Quinn (BTAS, Arkham, The Suicide Squad (2021))

BTAS!Harley Quinn x Introverted!S/O

Mr. Freeze (BTAS, Batman & Robin)

Penguin (Farrell!Penguin, Arkham, BTAS, Batman Returns)

BTAS!DorkSquad!+Penguin with Sleepwalking!S/O

#masterlist #headcanons #slasher fandom #slasher headcanons #batman villians #batman headcanon #requests

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ace-maverick · 4 days ago

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Silver Clouds with Grey Linings (Nozel Silva x Fuegoleon Vermillion)

Hi y'all! I've been rather inactive in the Black Clover fandom for the past couple of years. You may have known me under my other psueds including Cascade_Azure or Nymph_Nereid, but I am thrilled to present my WIP brainchild of a Nozel Silva x Fuegoleon Vermillion fanfiction. This fanfiction is cross-posted on both Wattpad & AO3 if you prefer to read on either of those sites instead. I personally prefer AO3 because of the filters and shit. Please feel free to leave a like and comment! I'll try to update as frequently as possible!

~Ace_Maverick

Summary:

"Do you ever take a break from your Magic Knight duties, Lord Silva?" Fuegoleon asked sarcastically.

"Do you ever take a break from being an insufferable ass, Lord Vermillion?" Nozel returned.

They had a penchant for this sort of banter, teetering on a will-they, won't-they, flirtatious but at the same time bitchy exchange about them. Their repartee was as familiar as it was exhausting, a well-worn dance of barbs that allowed them to blow off steam while maintaining the facade of decorum befitting their status. Fuegoleon's chuckle was low and brief, but it held a note of genuine amusement. "Your sharp tongue does little to mask the fact that you look like death warmed over, Nozel."

Their relationship was one of ambiguous romance where neither pushed for labels and 'I love yous' were never exchanged instead settling for the obscurity of blurred lines. They enjoyed late-night rendezvous and quiet company without the strings of definition, prying society, and the freedom of other partners.

Fuegoleon and Nozel have been in an ambiguous relationship for fifteen years. When Fuegoleon is incapcitated for six months after the assault on the Royal Capital by the Eye of the Midnight Sun and Nozel refuses to visit him, he recieves three chance encounters to convince him otherwise.

A character study on how two idiots define a fifteen-year, ambigious relationship.

Chapter 1: In Another's Arms

Nozel's head pounded violently as he tried to focus on the mountain of paperwork piled high on his desk. The line of ink he had scribbled on the parchment before him trailed off sloppily, and his vision blurred, then refocused every few minutes.

Solid and Nebra had been particularly irksome the night before. Solid kept pressing the issue of Noelle's squad placement, and Nebra did nothing to quell the argument. Solid had been persistently brash, delivering his opinion about Noelle's admittance to a Magic Knight Squad seven times over, even if it were the lowest-ranking squad. He parroted the same insults that had been spoon-fed to him his entire life — that Noelle's birth was an ill-intentioned mistake, how her magic was subpar, how her mere existence besmirched the Silva family name. Each hurled reiteration of a previous insult drove a metaphorical stake further into Nozel's guilt-ridden heart. He had conditioned his younger brother to respond this way. He had conditioned Nebra to watch as an unresponsive mediator, piping up every few minutes to voice her support of Solid's berating in a sharp-tongued and patronizing manner. He had been the catalyst and curator for their unbridled loathing and scorn of Noelle. He was responsible, and there was no one else to field the blame.

Following his mother's passing and Megicula's curse, he felt an overwhelming weight pressing down on him, a burden that threatened to suffocate him beneath its relentless grip. Nozel's temples throbbed with the memory of his mother's gentle smile, now forever lost to him, and the insidious presence of Megicula's curse coiled like a serpent around his soul, poisoning his every thought and action. The accusations hurled by Solid echoed in his mind, a cacophony of disdain and resentment, an animosity of his own making.

He had not taken too kindly — nor maturely — to Solid's words, bashing his face in when he could no longer endure his brother's slew of insults. The violence had been a release, a momentary escape from the turmoil churning within him. Nozel's knuckles throbbed from where they had collided with Solid's sneering grin. As the adrenaline faded, a subtle sense of remorse settled in his chest as he ushered Nebra to drag her idiotic younger brother to the infirmary, leaving him in his thoughts.

As he continued to brood over his decision, a firm rapping at the door disturbed his anxious thought process. His eyes darted to the analog clock in the corner of his office — quarter to five. Noting the lateness of the hour, Nozel grumbled a tired "enter," his eyes still lazily transfixed on the clock's second hand as it continued ticking away. Familiar, measured footsteps crossed the length of the office before plopping another sizable amount of paperwork onto his desk. Nozel's gaze shifted wearily to the imposing, fiery redhead before him, perking up a bit at his presence.

"These are the recent incident reports involving the Silver Eagles and fund requests to the Silva House accounts," Fuegoleon said, gesturing to the new pile of paperwork atop the Silva's desk. The perkiness Fuegoleon's presence had granted deflated from Nozel's body as he slumped further in his chair.

Fuegoleon took notice. "I thought you ought to be more ecstatic to see me," he commented jokingly.

Nozel spared him a disappointed glance, his eyes glossed over and bored. "And I thought I wouldn't need to deal with any more damn paperwork today," Nozel quipped back, a hint of agitation rising in his voice.

"Do you ever take a break from your Magic Knight duties, Lord Silva?" Fuegoleon asked sarcastically.

"Do you ever take a break from being an insufferable ass, Lord Vermillion?" Nozel returned.

Nozel bristled at the concern poorly veiled as mockery. "I manage my time as I see fit. A luxury afforded to those in command."

Fuegoleon's gaze softened, a hint of compassion breaking through his stern exterior. "You may manage your time, but you're not invincible. The weight of your responsibilities won't lessen if you drive yourself into an early grave."

As Nozel continued to rebuff Fuegoleon's concern with a steely demeanor, the fiery Magic Knight's expression softened even more, his gaze piercing through the layers of pride and duty. With a sigh, Fuegoleon circled the desk, crowding Nozel's space and cornering him in his chair. Nozel instinctively drew back, scrunching as far into the leather as he possibly could, hoping the material would absorb him. Fuegoleon had positioned himself mere inches from Nozel's face, stooping to his eye level, the sharpness of his nose and firmness of his lips defined in the shadows cast through the curtains.

Nozel's eyes flicked to Fuegoleon's lips briefly before redirecting his gaze to meet Fuegoleon's. The intensity of Fuegoleon's stare held Nozel captive, each word spoken with a weight that seemed to anchor Nozel's turbulent thoughts. Despite his instinct to recoil, Nozel found himself unable to look away, drawn in by the sincerity etched into Fuegoleon's features.

Nozel stood breathless for a moment as he continued to study the intensity of Fuegoleon's features, lost in the proximity of his commanding presence. His eyes traced the lines of Fuegoleon's face, lingering on the furrow of his brow and the firm set of his jaw, each detail a testament to the strength and resolve that radiated from him. Nozel's breath hitched as Fuegoleon's presence overwhelmed his senses, the blend of sandalwood, smoky cedar, and spicy cinnamon filling his nostrils and soothing his weary soul.

He was always like this, invading Nozel's space. When they played in the gardens as children and Fuegoleon braided morning glories into his bangs. When Acier first passed and Nozel refused to leave his bed chambers to attend her funeral procession, Fuegoleon had invaded his bedroom afterward, stealing his first kiss and holding him as he wailed like a newborn babe. When Fuegoleon gifted him a sextant after his grimoire ceremony and kissed him under the starlight. When Mereoleona made her hellish visits and forced them to spar, they escaped into the woods and invaded each other's space, making out nude in the lake. That was how Nozel received and gave his first handjob. When he first began courting and he was ushered to gentleman's clubs where the scantily-clad ladies couldn't convince him more of his gayness, Fuegoleon only further confirmed his sexuality by introducing him to gay bars where they would grind and press together in a sea of sweaty bodies, happily drunk and mirthfully smitten. When rumors circled of his prudishness and the new recruits assumed he was still a virgin into his early twenties, he sought out Fuegoleon to thoroughly dick him down. The hickeys littering his neck, collarbones, and sternum, and the scratches traced down his back as he sparred shirtless in the training yard the following day was evidence enough that he indeed was not a virgin. They didn't need to know it wasn't a woman he bedded that night, and he certainly didn't need to come out of the closet yet. And on quiet evenings when their captaincy nor families demanded their attention, they would hike to the peak of the Ultime Volcano Mountain Trail, soaking in the hot springs and bathing underneath a blanket of stars while they idly chatted and exchanged slow, languid kisses among other things. Fuegoleon was always invading Nozel's space, but he wasn't going to protest. Their relationship was one of ambiguous romance where neither pushed for labels and 'I love yous' were never exchanged instead settling for the obscurity of blurred lines. They enjoyed late-night rendezvous and quiet company without the strings of definition, prying society, and the freedom of other partners. Nozel ignored the fact that he had not indulged in another partner in several years. Fuegoleon was a constant in his life, a lodestone in the chaos.

Nozel blinked out of his dumbfounded clarity, clearing his throat and concentrating his gaze to meet Fuegoleon's. "Is there another purpose to your visit, aside from you harassing me about sleep?" Nozel remarked, placing a pointed finger on Fuegoleon's forehead to shoo him out of his space.

Fuegoleon took the hint, retreating in favor of leaning against the desk, arms crossed against his chest. "Now that you mention it..." he trailed off for a minute, thinking of an excuse to keep him in Nozel's company longer. "The Magic Knights Entrance Exam is two weeks away to the date. I have heard whispers that you are planning to have Noelle placed under the Black Bulls. Is that not correct?"

"Fuegoleon..." Nozel releases a heavy, frustrated sigh, "Of all topics of conversation you suggest we discuss, why that one?"

Fuegoleon paused for a moment, his gaze steady on Nozel. "Because I know it weighs heavily on you, Nozel." Nozel rolled his eyes. "Nozel, you know how important this is. Noelle deserves a chance to prove herself, just like Leopold did."

Nozel's shoulders sagged slightly, the tension seeping out. "I would really rather not discuss my siblings right now," he muttered, trailing off for a moment, debating whether he should disclose his argument with Solid from the evening before or not. "Last night... last night, Solid was particularly vexing," Nozel continued, his voice strained. "He kept harping on about Noelle's squad placement. Insult after insult, all the same, venomous drivel he's always spewed. Nebra did nothing to stop him, just chimed in to support his tirades. I couldn't take it anymore. I snapped and punched him. Hard."

Fuegoleon's eyebrows rose slightly, but he remained silent, allowing Nozel to continue.

Nozel sighed, rubbing his temples. "I sent Nebra to drag him to the infirmary. It was a moment of weakness, Fuegoleon. I regret resorting to violence, but..."

Fuegoleon nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I suspected as much when I saw Solid on my way in. He looked like he'd been in a fight, a swollen jaw and black eye. I had my suspicions, but I wasn't expecting this."

Nozel's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "You saw him? I would have expected him to be licking his wounds at House Silva."

"I don't believe he would say anything since his older brother is oh-so intimidating," Fuegoleon said with a smirk, teasing Nozel gently, punctuating his statement with a playful wink. "Besides, I've known you long enough to see when something's bothering you."

Nozel's lips twitched into a reluctant smile. "You always were too perceptive for your own good."

Fuegoleon chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. "Comes with the territory of being a Magic Knight, I suppose. We're trained to notice the little details."

Fuegoleon's expression turned solemn, his eyes fixating on the back wall opposite Nozel's desk, wary that he would be beating a dead horse by broaching Noelle's maltreatment for the umpteenth time. Yet, he still admired the stubbornness of the man seated next to him.

"In all seriousness, Nozel, don't you think Noelle deserves more credit than House Silva affords her?" Fuegoleon began, his tone earnest. "You see her in the courtyard every day, training to improve her magic control. She may not have been born naturally gifted like you or Solid or Nebra. But don't you believe she deserves a modicum of respect? Don't you think you owe her—as her older brother—an explanation as to why she is overlooked and underestimated?"

Nozel felt the weight of Fuegoleon's words pressing down on him, each one a reminder of the unspoken truth he had long avoided. He wanted to argue, to deflect the conversation elsewhere, but the sincerity in Fuegoleon's eyes made it impossible to dismiss. Instead, he felt a knot of frustration and guilt tighten in his chest, a familiar yet unwelcome sensation that he had grown accustomed to over the years.

"Noelle... she's more resilient than she appears," Nozel began, quieter, almost as if he were speaking to himself. "I see her efforts, Fuegoleon. I see her trying, pushing herself beyond her limits. But it's... complicated."

"Complicated how?" Fuegoleon pressed, not willing to let Nozel off the hook so easily. "Is it because of the guilt you carry about what happened to your mother? Or is it because you're afraid?" he persisted.

Nozel's jaw clenched at Fuegoleon's indignation, a twinge of anger flaring within him. "I'd expect you'd understand Fuegoleon. Leopold is but a year Noelle's senior and a rather new recruit to the Magic Knights himself; yet Leopold's magic is much more refined and developed compared to hers," he deflected hoping to steer the argument away from his mother.

"Because I mentored Leopold," Fuegoleon began, his tone rising to match Nozel's. "Last time I checked, you refused to give Noelle the time of day. If it weren't for the scrutiny that House Silva would endure from Noelle taking the Magic Knights Entrance Exam, then you wouldn't have negotiated with Yami and Julius to place her in the Black Bulls in the first place!" Nozel's eyebrows raised. "Don't think that hasn't been a topic of conversation amongst the other captains," Fuegoleon spat, pointing an accusatory finger in Nozel's direction. "Leopold might be my brother, but I didn't cut corners for him to join the Crimson Lions. He enrolled and took the exam like every other candidate. Perhaps Noelle would have better prospects if you had taken the opportunity to mentor her!" Fuegoleon defended.

Nozel's temples pulsed with frustration, his composure faltering under the weight of Fuegoleon's relentless interrogation. "You act as though it's that simple, Fuegoleon!" he retorted, tinged with exasperation.

"And you act as if it's not!" Fuegoleon yelled, startling the Silva, wheeling his chair back slightly. A moment of definitive, charged silence engulfed the room as their argument reached its zenith. Nozel's heart pounded in his chest, his emotions teetering on the edge as he fought to maintain his composure. With tears beginning to prick the corner of his eyes, he swallowed the lump gathering in his throat and swiped at the beginnings of tears with his sleeves.

"If this is about Acier, Nozel," Fuegoleon started cautiously.

Nozel's breath caught in his throat at the mention of his mother's name, swirling in a tempest of grief and guilt. He closed his eyes for a moment, willing himself to steady his trembling voice before he spoke. "Don't you dare speak her name!" he spat, voice laced with pure venom.

"I will, though!" Fuegoleon persisted, firm and unyielding. "Because I remember," Fuegoleon continued, softening momentarily with empathy before rising again with conviction, "how you wasted away for a year trying to find a cure for her. Because I saw how you reeled after her death. Because I remember holding you all night while you cried, sharing in your grief. Because I was your closest confidant for months and watched as you drowned in the shadow of the man you are today, your laughter replaced by silence, your warmth replaced by ice." Fuegoleon's voice grew colder, mirroring the chill that had enveloped Nozel's once-vibrant spirit. "How you hardened your heart to the world, to your family, to me. How you became more cruel, more calculated, more reserved to protect yourself. You believe your facade of stoicism to be so rock hard, but it isn't. It isn't, Nozel!" Fuegoleon's voice rang out with finality.

Nozel's grip tightened on the arms of his chair, his knuckles turning white. Fuegoleon's words cut deep, slicing through the carefully constructed barriers around his heart. Memories flooded back with the intensity of a raging storm, threatening to engulf him entirely.

"I remember how patient Acier was indulging Mereoleona's endless requests for sparring matches," Fuegoleon said, his voice softening with nostalgia, a wistful smile briefly touching his lips. "I remember how she taught me to care for Leopold when he was a babe. I remember visiting House Silva and interrupting your afternoon teas with her. I remember her strong will, her patience, her kindness. And I remember the mourning that came with the passing of what I considered my second mother," Fuegoleon concluded, somber and reverent.

Fuegoleon's eyes bore into Nozel's, searching for a crack in his stoic facade, a sign that his words had reached the man beneath the armor of indifference. The room seemed to shrink around them, the ghosts of the past filling every corner. It seemed as though the silence would stretch on forever before Fuegoleon piped up, "I struggle to understand how you've managed to bury this all so deeply, Nozel. How you have turned so cold, so distant, projecting your scorn onto Noelle who never had the privilege of meeting her own mother."

Nozel's jaw clenched, his gaze unwavering as he absorbed Fuegoleon's words. "Because it isn't!" Nozel's voice cracked slightly, betraying the turmoil raging within him as he pushed himself out of his seat, meeting Fuegoleon a half-pace away. Nozel's eyes flashed with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability, his stance a silent challenge to Fuegoleon.

Fuegoleon was taken aback momentarily, a flicker of sympathy crossing his features before he hardened his resolve once more. "Then, why? Why, Nozel?! We play this constant game of cat and mouse whenever we have this conversation. I chase you for a definitive answer and you dodge with excuses," Fuegoleon accused, his frustration palpable.

"Because I can't!" he exclaimed, exasperated, tears betraying him, trickling down his cheeks. "Because I can't," Nozel repeated, hushed, calmer, trembling. "I want to...but I can't," he managed to sputter out, wiping at the stray tears with his palms in embarrassment.

Fuegoleon's face flashed with concern reaching for Nozel's hand laying limp at his side. Nozel allowed him to grasp it, his fingers trembling slightly within Fuegoleon's gentle hold. For a moment, they simply stayed like that, the weight of unspoken emotions hanging heavy in the air between them.

Fuegoleon's grip on Nozel's hand tightened ever so slightly as if willing his strength to flow into the other man. Without a word, Fuegoleon pulled Nozel into a tight embrace, wrapping his arms around him with a tenderness that belied his usual stern demeanor. Nozel stiffened at first, but then he melted into the embrace, his tears flowing freely now, soaking into Fuegoleon's shoulder. Nozel buried his face in the crook of Fuegoleon's neck, his body wracked with the force of his sobs. It was a catharsis of crying, a release long overdue.

Fuegoleon held him tighter, one hand gently cradling the back of Nozel's head, his touch tender and reassuring. He whispered soothing words, his breath warm against Nozel's ear. A symphony of apologies and assurances, each word a balm to Nozel's wounded heart. Slowly, Fuegoleon pulled back just enough to look into Nozel's tear-streaked face. He pressed a delicate kiss to Nozel's forehead, his lips lingering for a moment, imprinting on Nozel.

As Nozel's sobs subsided to whimpers, Fuegoleon leaned in to brush away the residual tears littering Nozel's cheeks. His thumb traced a delicate path over the milky skin, marveling at the graceful contours of Nozel's face, and the slender, willowy frame pressed against his own. Their eyes locked, a volume in the suspended silence, before Fuegoleon leaned in but a feather's length from Nozel's lips. "Can I kiss you?" Fuegoleon breathed.

"Please," Nozel's response was barely more than a breath, the words escaping his lips in a heartfelt plea laden with a yearning. His eyes drifted shut, surrendering as Fuegoleon closed the distance between them in an aching kiss. As Fuegoleon's lips met Nozel's, a shiver coursed through his being. Though the kiss lasted no more than fifteen seconds, time itself had paused to witness, leaving only the two of them to revel in this fleeting moment. Fuegoleon's touch was gentle and fervent, his hands shifting to firmly grasp Nozel's waist and cup his head, pulling him closer. With a soft sigh, he leaned into the kiss, savoring every sensation as Fuegoleon's lips moved against his own with urgency. As they parted, a soft sigh escaped Nozel's lips, his eyes fluttering open to meet Fuegoleon's gaze, breath mingling in the space between them.

"Thank you," Nozel managed, a soft murmur tinged with wonder and disbelief, his eyes glazed over in wanderlust. Fuegoleon chuckled at Nozel's dazed state, a playful glint dancing in his eyes as he leaned in to peck him briefly once more, a light, teasing touch that sent a thrill through Nozel's spine.

"Fuegoleon, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—" Nozel whispered, barely audible over the lingering din of his mind.

"No," Fuegoleon interjected, gentle but firm. "I'm sorry, Nozel. I shouldn't have brought it up," he persisted.

A brief moment of silence passed. Nozel swallowed hard, gathering the courage to speak. "I want to tell you, but I can't—you see the curse, it—," Nozel's voice faltered, realizing his mistake too late.

Megicula's words rung clear as a death knell, menacing, inevitable, and binding.

"If you tell anyone that Megicula had a hand in Acier Silva's death you will die."

"If you talk about it, the one who heard you will also be struck with the curse"

"The spell will spread like a disease."

The devil's putrid laughter reverberated through his skull, a haunting reminder of the warning he had received years ago. A searing pain lanced through Nozel's body, an invisible chain of molten iron choking Nozel's throat. The vice grip sent his heart racing as he wheezed futilely for air. He gasped, clutching at his neck, eyes wide with terror.

"Nozel," Fuegoleon's expression shifted from concern to alarm as he reached out to steady Nozel, panic evident in his eyes as they darted searching Nozel's face.

Nozel collapsed forward, his body crumpling like a marionette with severed strings. "Nozel!" Fuegoleon exclaimed catching him just in time, his heart pounding with fear as he felt the weight of Nozel's body against his own. Nozel's skin was clammy with sweat, turning an ashen blue as he panted for air, the scorching burn of the chain branding itself into his throat's sensitive skin.

Nozel attempted Fuegoleon's name, only rasping breaths managing to escape his lips. Tears welled in Nozel's eyes as he fought against the relentless grip of the curse, Fuegoleon blurring into a crimson haze. Each gasp for air felt like a battle against an invisible force intent on suffocating him. His chest burned with the desperate need for air, his lungs screaming for oxygen that refused to come.

"Nozel, stay with me!" Fuegoleon pleaded, raw and quivering. He gently cradled Nozel's head, his hands shaking as he reached for his grimoire.

But as the seconds ticked by, Nozel's strength waned, his body growing limp in Fuegoleon's arms. The vice grip around his throat tightened further, crushing his windpipe and cutting off his air supply. Nozel's breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with the effort to draw in air. Panic surged through Fuegoleon's veins as he watched Nozel's struggles grow weaker.

A dark, twisting chain of magic materialized, snaking its way around Nozel, constricting his movements and burning his skin where it touched. The curse was manifesting, punishing him for attempting to break its silence. Nozel's vision blurred, the world dimming as the pain intensified.

His body went slack, the sound of his name fading into the darkness as everything went black.

Nozel floated, suspended in an abyss of darkness, adrift in a sea of shadows. His consciousness flickered like a dying flame, struggling to maintain its fragile grasp on reality. The oppressive silence was broken only by the malevolent voice of Megicula, reverberating through the void.

"Nozel Silva," the devil's voice echoed in the distance, dripping with malice. "Did you truly think you could defy my curse?"

Nozel tried to move, but his body felt weightless, unresponsive. His mind swirled with fear and confusion as he struggled to comprehend his surroundings. The darkness seemed to press in on him from all sides, suffocating and relentless. His attempts to speak stifled by an invisible force that gripped his throat like icy fingers.

"You should have known better," Megicula continued the amusement in her tone palpable, her voice closer in proximity. "My magic is absolute. There is no escape from it."

Images flashed before Nozel's eyes—memories of his mother's death, the pain and sorrow etched into his family's faces, the burden he had carried alone for so long. The guilt, the helplessness, all of it surged back, drowning him in a tidal wave of despair.

"Consider this a warning, Nozel Silva," Megicula hissed, breath tickling his ear. Nozel whipped his head around to confront the source of the voice, but all he saw was darkness, a formless void that seemed to mock his futile attempts to defy it.

A dim glow beckoned Nozel as he surged awake. The air around him crackled with energy, its warmth seeping into his bones. As he stirred, he became acutely aware of a soreness in his chest, a dull throb that pulsed with each labored breath. He presumed — if Fuegoleon was as smart as he claimed to be — from chest compressions.

His vision swam with tears of relief as the chains dissipated like wisps of smoke fading into the ether, granting him the freedom to move and the liberty to breathe. Blinking through the tears, he registered the faint scent of citrus and honey. Mimosa. Her healing magic bathed him in warm yellow light.

"Oh, thank God." The shrill, distinctive crack of Nebra's voice cut through the air.

The skin on his neck prickled and burned. He reached a trembling hand to touch the irritated flesh, only to have Fuegoleon swat it away. Raw, red, and inflamed, the cursed mark of Megicula choked his throat like a necklace, a tangible warning for daring to defy its curse, even if the offense was as simple as mentioning the word.

Nozel blinked, trying to focus on the faces before him. Fuegoleon was leaning over him, cradling him in his arms. His cheeks were stained with fresh, fat tears, an awkward, pacified smile grazing his lips. Nebra sat furthest away, her features tight with worry, her gaze flicking between Nozel's face and the cursed mark on his neck. Mimosa's eyes brimmed with tears, her hands hovering over him, golden light shimmering as she channeled her healing magic.

Nozel attempted to speak, his words coming out in hoarse, gravelly croaks. "Don't strain yourself," Fuegoleon chastised, his voice a soothing balm to Nozel's ears. They were still in his office. Nozel eyed his sister and cousin, questioning their presence. Fuegoleon took note. "I called Nebra for help, and she summoned Mimosa," he clarified briefly before scooping Nozel into his arms. Usually, he would protest, but his body was too fragile and his throat too damaged to manage.

Mimosa piped up in his stead, "Fuegoleon, he—"

"Mimosa, I extend my gratitude for what you have been able to do." He looked down at Nozel, growing weary in his arms. "But I think we can both acknowledge, Nozel is beyond our help." He grimaced, not intending for his words to sound as harsh as they did.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed Mimosa deflate, releasing a defeated sigh and a ho-hum, "Okay."

He started towards the door, then paused for a moment, sparing Nebra and Mimosa a knowing glance over his shoulder. "I trust neither of you will breathe a word of this," he said, eyes narrowing.

Mimosa and Nebra shared a brief glance, nodding in agreement.

"Good," Fuegoleon said curtly, a heavy thud sounding as the door shut behind him.

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m4st3rm1nd-k1ng · 1 year ago

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All seasons react to the players(Ft.my players ofc) PT. 1"introduction"

Notes : if I can I will post this in archives for our own but since I don't have an ao3 account I am doing it here pls give me some tips for writing fanfiction on tumblr (This is not a original idea of mine just been reading ao3 with an guest account and got inspired)

*A portal comes out of nowhere and there's a lot of people that come out of the portal a few moments later they then met some people some see them as familiar faces some see them as strangers*

S.1Jones :"ow, my head"

S. 1Terrence :"where are we...? "

S. 1 jones:"idk Terrence let's try to find out"

As the 2 looks around they also find they're teammates not only that they also met another guy

Jones:"um,hello who are you? "

Shawn :"*clears throat* name's detective Shawn sinclaire*shows his badge* do you know what happened.. "As he say with an indifferent tone

S. 1 Terrence :" No, that what we trying to know too, my name is Detective Terrence Smith, this is my partner Inspector David jones"

*Chief king walks in *

Chief king:"Hello Detective sinclaire I am Samuel king the chief of grimsborough pd"

Shawn:"just call me Shawn"

*Then there's a s. 3 jack walked in*

S. 3 jack:*catching his breath*"Shawn!Why did you run off like that !We don't even kn- Shawn who are these people? "

Shawn:"Aperently they're from grimsborough they must fell down the hole too"

S.1 Terrence:"May I ask Who is this Shawn"

Shawn:"this is my partner Jack Archer don't mind his weird look*as he rolled his eye to jack*"

S. 3 jack:"hey!"

As they chattered and introducing their other teammates a woman with short brown hair with purple stripes came to the room along with a long hair blonde woman

Ashley:"Excuse me I am detective ashley Blake Pacific bay pd,this is my partners Amy young(s.2 Amy waves a little)and Frank knight(Frank moans as he wanting a whiskey)do you guys know what happened "

S. 1Terrence :"no,you guys must be fell from the portal am I right "

S. 2 Amy:"i- how do you know"

Shawn:"We fell from a portal too"

Ashley:"Alright Now we all need to figure out what the heck just happened"

Then there's a woman with long Curly Dark brown hair appear behind a door

Eleanor :"Hello i"she said with a quiet voice Did you guys fell out of the portal too"*as she comes out the door with a ginger woman and a brown haired guy*

Shawn:"*chuckles*you quite smart aren't you, did you know what happened "

Eleanor:"no,i don't know what going on,Name's Eleanor This is my friends Gwen and Luke "

Gwen:"um Elly"

Ashley:"Hello you must be Gwen I am detective Ashley blake"

S. 1 Terrence :"you guys aren't officers right?"

Eleanor:*nods her head a little*"ur right "

S. 3 jack:"guess you guys are the only ones that aren't officers here"

Luke:"You guys are all officers? "

Jones:"your right kid"

*as they chatered someone else entered the other door*

It's was a woman with a low black bun she looks like she from an Victorian era along with a red bun woman and black man with a top hat

Michelle : "pardon me but I heard somepeople chatering I am detective michelle marlon from Concordia flying squad *show her badge* this is my partners Detective Madeline o'malley and Detective isaac botemps it's nice meeting you, you must be fell to here does any of you know what happened "

S.1 Terrence:"No , neither of us know what's going on Ms ... "

*as a few people glared to the motp crew*

Dupont: "Wait did you say your from Concordia flying squad??"

Michelle:"yes, I am detective Michelle marlon this is detective Madeline o'malley and this is detective Isaac botemps *Charles comes in*and that's Charles dupont "

Dupont:"wait a minute did you say Dupont ??"

Charles:"

yes,i am Charles Dupont what's ur name "

Dupont:"i am armand dupont"

Charles:"wow armand is also my middle name"

Dupont:"and ur name is Charles armand dupont thats my great grandfathers name"

Charles:"Wait does that means *gasp* GUYS I FOUND MY DECENSDANT!!"

Maddie :"Charles!not too loud! We don't know what happening! "

S.1 Terrence:"Wait madam didn't you say your name is Michelle marlon? "

Michelle:"yes I am "

Shawn:*realize* "Wait I know that name isn't she one of the family members of the Marlon Bussiness Coperation? "

Michelle:"i beg your pardon? "

Ashley:"Oh I know now that company with a lot business I heard their a family business! "

Michelle:"*realize* i think I know now, these people are from the future"

S. 1 Terence :"that means you guys are fron the past"

Shawn:"say what year are you from "

Isaac :*insert the Victorian era year their from*

Maddie:"so you're saying you're from the future"

Charles :"this is fascinating! I mean I get to saw the future generations and my decendant! Could you tell me more! "

But then suddenly

Amir :"JONES WE FOUND MINI YOU!!"

Gloria:"Look he's looks so young! "

Rupert:"i mean he is "

S. 5 Jones:"WHERE?? "

Diane:"guys stop screaming!"

Rita:"GET UR ASS HERE JONES THERES ALSO OTHER PEOPLE!!"

S. 5 Terrence:*sigh**Noticed His past self*

S. 1Jones:"Terrence he looks like you! "

S. 1 Terrence : "and the guy said that's said about a guy who had the same name as you*s.5 Jones comes*look you look so much like that guy"

S. 5 jones :"Terrence look mini me!and you! Well guess Your correct about past and future stuff"

S. 1 Terrence:"wait how do you know is Jones mini u? "

S. 5 Terrence:"i heard some of you say someone is from the past, So I'll figure there's someone here and also theres time traveling so when I noticed you guys I thought you were past me and Jones ur name is Terrence Smith right"

S. 1 Terrence: yes that's my , guess I wasn't wrong huh Jones? "

S. 1 Jones :"Look terrence future me! "

They chartered a bit but what this there's another person?!

The other different door opens

Shawn:"Great, now who is it? "

S. 1 terrence :"how many doors are their? "

Michelle:"Well,guess we have company "she said it sarcastically and calmly As she crossed her arm

Charles:" I think I was being too loud? "

Shawn:"you think? Haven't you look at the others"

*door opens*

Amelia:"What is these screaming in the Corridors I-... "

Carrie:"Amelia! Is everything ok? Oh"

Ashley:"Welcome to the chaos guys"

Shawn:"Don't ask wtf happened I fucking tired with these time traveling stuff and others"

Ashley:"Well at least say your name"

Amelia:"i-uh never mind name's Detective Amelia laa part of the parisian police squad *also show her badge* this is my partner Carrie james and Hugo Mercier, and wtf is this time traveling stuff"

They then chartered and explains (but only a few people cuz others are tired) but then a portal appears and more people fell

Kyle:"ouch!, What the where are we? "

Ashley:"We don't know where but we could tell you what happened "

S. 5 Terrence:"Are u ok and what is ur name? "

Kyle:"ow..um My name is Kyle evans nice to meet you"

S. 1 Jones:Thank older Terrence I almost get crushed "

S. 5 Terrence:"your welcome"

S. 6 Amy:"Kyle,what just happened i-" The older Blonde woman eyes widen"

Ashley:ms are you ok? "

S. 6 jack :" Guys are yo-"*Saw Shawn*

As then the lights were turn on and they saw a big screen

Nyx(yes I have an nickname now Hi My username feels long an mk sounded like someone initials) :"Hello There!"

*everyone started to pulled out their weapons only to find out they're weapons disappeard*

Nyx:"Don't worry i'll won't harm you guys, just sit down an relax if u don't harm me I won't harm you as you know your weapons are safe and sound like yourselves, now sit down There's snack and rooms anything just ask"

*Everyone then sits down and some felt awkward and some just remembering some stuffs*

Nyx :"oh yeah what you guys be doing won't affected anything,don't worry"

As Nyx make that announcement s.6 amy started having tears in her face and jack looks likes he's sad so as Ramona

Then Nyx muted theirself so they can't be heard by the others but you

"HEY YOU,YES YOU READER! WANT TO JOINED ME HOST THIS FANFIC! "

"COME JOIN RIGHT NOW BY COMMENTING " I WANTED TO JOINED "OR SOMETHING TO SOMEONE WHO WANTED TO JOINED SOMETHING!!! "

"PLS JOINED I FUCKING LONELY IN THIS STUDIO ,ITS LITERALLY IS HUGE AF LIKE THE BUT THE BUT THE THEATER IS HUGE TOO YOU SHOULD TOTALLY JOINED RIGHT NOW!! "

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