#like don’t bore him or he’ll find some dirt!

[eerilywerollalong]

i need dirt amv // loumand breakup & homewrecker daniel <3

[tacticalprincess]

Literally pleading for some slasher!könig ideas/headcanons. Like him hunting you through the woods, setting traps that won’t hurt or kill you but will absolutely hold you long enough for him to find you…

he gets off on watching you run, finds it cute that you think you stand any chance against him. he’s confident that you won’t get far because he knows this forest like the back of his hand, and you’re not exactly dressed for a hike. of course he killed off your shitty boyfriend and overbearing friends; he’d been watching you for so long, how else was he supposed to get your attention? he wanted to draw this out as long as possible without anymore interruption, take his time with you after fantasizing about it for so long. he knew you’d be the funnest to play with.

the sound of his heavy boots crunching against the grass and twigs taunt you, running for your life while he follows eerily calmly, fear and adrenaline pumping throughout your body. you’re too busy looking back, trying to catch a glimpse of him in the dark, to notice the thin wire tied between two trees, making you trip forward and plummet into the dirt. its adorable how clumsy you are, perfect for him in every way. tears paint your cheeks while you try to lift yourself up on shaky, sore legs, but not before könig can catch up to you. tall, broad figure looming over you, head tilted condescendingly at the position you’ve found yourself in — on your hands and knees, your skirt lifted to expose your panties, the curve of your ass. he’s never seen a sight so pretty.

he’ll squat down wordlessly, eyes boring into you through his mask, making you feel naked and exposed. runs the cold, sharp edge of his sharp knife along the supple skin of your thighs, threatening to pierce the smooth flesh and finally satiate his need to see how you look on the inside. you’re horrified at the way your cunt pulses and throbs at the feeling, body betraying you at the worst time. you’re too scared to do anything but stay still while your heart thumps against your chest in fear of what he’ll do to you.

you don’t put up much of a fight, häschen. he even gave you a head start! but that’s okay, one more chance won’t hurt — although it may be a little hard to run with soaked panties.

[luffyvace]

The Luffy Package ☠️📦

(General & relationship headcanons as well as Luffy quotes (relationship implied) for his big day!!)

had to go all out for my fav 😊🤭

General Luffy headcanons:

Luffy has nails so short dirt can’t get under it 😭

not necessarily the booty diggers 🤭

but just really short, like almost booty digger ig—but not it

he has like 1% nail

its not intentional, they just never grow

i have a feeling someone taught luffy how to dance

idk who

it was likely makino, shanks or some else he cares deeply about

but he learned early on and has been a great dancer ever since!

maybe at parties since they happen a lot in one piece ⭐️

But just because someone taught him doesn’t mean he was awful at dancing at first

maybe he was a natural!

feel the rhythm typa thing 🎶 🕺

it’d be funny if he was

cuz imagine a guy that can dance but can’t sing

how you gon dance on beat to a out of tune song?? 😭

at least to uta anyway

ive always loved Luffy’s singing‼️

he never thinks about what the one piece is

but would be the most disappointed if it isn’t something cool

this dude is NOT interested in books so if the one piece really is just joyboy’s tale i don’t think he’ll be satisfied..😭 (I’m talking about the theory)

he definitely wouldn’t say it was all for nothin tho

he still has nakama, treasure and is the pirate king!! 👑

but…the one piece as books is just a mega L for him

Robin will enjoy ♡

you know that thing he does where he stretches his face real big? Like the time he was tryna cheer nami up when she was sick? And it scared vivi and zoro?

he scared himself when he first realized he could do that too

he was bored and started messing around with his devil fruit

at first he was outside and he stretched his mouth, and when realized he could see inside it, he was like ‘I wonder what this looks like’

so he went inside and did it into a mirror

he somehow managed to trash the whole bathroom running away from his reflection

he quickly got over it and realized it was kinda funny

he showed Ace and sabo who also found it terrifying

then preceded to scare people with it ever since

d end! :)

I feel like he’s thought about what the ‘D’ in his name stands for too

He came up with a bunch of outrageous names that likely aren’t it..

”Dingus?”

”Donkey?”

”Demarto?”

”Doorbell?”

”Dinosaur?”

yeah, dinosaur seems the most plausible 😊

Luffy Dinosaur Monkey!

‘HEY THAT SOUNDS COOL 🤩’

yup, that’s probably what it stands for 😁

sneaks into the usopp factory whenever he’s not in there

he ends up playing with his creations and destroys, it, other projects, and the factory altogether in the progress

he then runs out laughing

usopp later returns to the ruins only to find his months work of his greatest creation yet named “ultimate captain usopp three thousand smasher” has been reduced to fragments of metal nothing ☺️

listen idk if oda has confirmed Luffy’s favorite color but I would say it’s none

why? The same reason why you can’t ask a toddler their’s, it’s just gonna constantly change and you know it’s not the truth

arguably, if I had to pick an actual color based off canon, (IK it’s a shade but wtv) it’d be white

why? wym? Don’t you remember that one ep where luffy sang a song about how he loves snow cuz it’s so white?

(one of his lesser talked about songs 😭💗)

Relationship Luffy headcanons:

Luffy as a partner is really rambunctious and loving

But do note that loving doesn’t always mean romantic

for him it means loving you a lot but not being lovey dovey when showing it

you need protecting? He’s on the case!! He can’t and he has to beat someone up? One of your nakama’ll do it so stay with them!

your strong? Perfect! He’s gonna go fight this guy so you go beat up that one!

why am I mentioning that? Because it shows he has a great sense of trust and faith in you

Of course he does with all his friends but your reasoning is different

not only are you his nakama, your also his partner!! Which means he loves you in a intimate way!! Not just platonically

I say “just” because I swear sometimes Luffy’ll feel like a friend with you (best friends and lover typa thing 💞) he’s just as goofy and chaotic with you as he is Usopp and chopper

he feels extra lively when around you and always wants to play, whether you like this or not. Your personality depends a lot on how your relationship with him is but I won’t dabble into that today because it’s his birthday. 🎉 but honestly it doesn’t matter if you punch him like nami or laugh like brook-

he’s still gonna bug you! 💖 seriously you can’t get rid of this dude 🤨 Luffy will drag you on every single one of his adventures so I hope your either brave or fearless like him. The only time you two separate and he allows it is when he’s fighting the boss type thing LOL. Like Doflamingo or smth.

that said Luffy isn’t clingy he just likes being around you and seeing what your doing. Especially when you haven’t landed on an island yet and he’s bored. He’s always singing, playing with your face (ironic cuz he’s the stretchy one) or trying to get you to play some silly game he made up

that usually somehow manages to tick everyone off. 🤷‍♀️

will grab your hands randomly and make you dance to some song he made up about literally anything he sees or feels

he even made one about YOU once :3

”OOOOOHHH your my partner! Yes my partner! We’re having lots of fun! Going on adventures- YAHOO!! And dancing a ton! We’ll dance all arcross the grand line!! Take your hats off and let them fly!! YIPPIE!! We’re having a graaaaand TIIIIIIIME!” 😁🕺

Luffy quotes: (implied relationship between you two)

”HEY LOOK DO YOU SEE THAT ISLAND!! Cmoncmoncmoncmoncmoncmon!! HURRY UP I WANNA GO EXPLORING!!”

”can you sneak in the kitchen and steal some food from sanji? I’m really hungry and he won’t let me in anymore!!”

”LETS HAVE A PARTY!!!” — “we don’t need a reason! CMON!’ CHEERS!”

”lets tame that thing and make it our pet!!”

”what should we name em?” — “Junpi? SOUNDS GOOD TO ME!!” (You didn’t get a chance to respond 💕)

”HEY LOOK A RESTAURANT!! Grab on I’ll rocket us there!! HURRY UP IM HUNGRYYY!!”

”hey! Do you have any food on you?? I’m hungry!”

”Liar!! I can smell it!!”

”take a bath?! I don’t stink!!— EUGH!- okay yeah maybe….but I don’t wanna take a bath!! I’ll get all tired!”

”I’ll leave you with that guy! So go kick some butt! I’ll deal with that red forehead guy!!” (AN: There’s no actual red forehead guy that’s canon, I made it up 👍)

”⁉️ HEY WHAT HAPPENED?! Did that guy beat you up?! I’ll send him flying!! 💢”

”Shishishishi! Shh! Watch this! I’m gonna drop this on Usopp’s head! 🤭😂”

”Lets play a gaaaaame!! I’m so bored! 😞”

”can I have some of your food?” *Already stuffing a piece in his mouth* (the point is it’s not the whole thing ⁉️😱)

”HE LOOK MY BOUNTY WENT UP!! 🤩🤩‼️“

”Isn’t this fun?! 😆” (having a near death experience)

”don’t worry! My injuries don’t hurt at all! See? I’m dancing! I’m having fun!”

”oops. Sorry.”

”look!” (Two chop sticks stuffed up his nose and mouth)

”WOAHH A MAN KILLING BEAR!! LETS GO CHECK IT OUT! 🤩” (even if you wanted to say no your already being hoisted over there because you weren’t running fast enough for him)

”plan? Never mind that!! Let’s go! We’re gonna kick that butt head guys’ butt!!” (AN: another fictional villain I made up on a whim)

”HOLD ON TIGHT” (Gum Gum Rockets with hardly any warning)

”let’s play a game!! It’s called steal zoro’s swords without waking up zoro!! 😁”

”nyop!” (Puts you atop his shoulders 💓)

”nyop!” (Jumps on your back almost knocking you over 💝)

”look at my disguise! Nobody will suspect us! 😎👍”

”Cmere!” (Pulls you into his lap)

”HI! Is it almost time for dinner yet?” (Plops down in your lap)

Thanks for supporting me and my work—as well as my random disappearances too 💗🤗

Everyone! Say it!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUFFY‼️‼️

[dixonsstinkysock]

Hey… 😊👋🏽 1/13/25 first writing of the year…

“Good Morning, Daryl!” You wave at the archer from your garden a little down the street, covered in dirt head to toe. You’d gotten lucky recently, finding some of your favorite fruit seeds on a run, after putting it off for weeks on end you decided it was time to get the hard part over with. Putting them in the ground..🙄

Getting nothing but a short wave and twitch of lip from him you get back to work, figuring either he’ll work up the courage to come talk to you now or you’ll see him later.

“Wow. That was the most boring interaction I’ve seen in a while—and trust me I’ve seen a ton.”

Carol walks up from behind Daryl, where the hell she came from who knows, but she always pops up unexpectedly. “What?” Daryl turns to look at her, believing that short interaction was the best part of his day. “Don’t ‘What’ me, you know what I’m talking about.”

He scoffs, looking back at you, secretly hoping you won’t notice his obvious staring. “I dunno’ what you mean..”

“Ha! Sure…I don’t understand why you just won’t talk to her. She’s not going to bite your head off!” Daryl shakes his head and looks down at his feet. “No..”

“Okay, If you won’t, I will. Hey, (Y/N)!” Carol shouts and waves you over as Daryl snaps his head towards her, silently screaming at her to shut up. You look up again, not minding a distraction from all of your hard work. Standing, you make your way over to the two, wiping your hands as best you can on the old rag Daryl found you some days ago. He said he already had one and thought you could use it, Daryl code for I’ve secretly been stalking you and noticed you don’t have anything to clean your hands with after all that sweaty hard work you do in your garden, planting stuff and…like…sweating. (guys im getting off track im sorry)

“Hey guys!” You stick the now dirty rag in your back jeans pocket, greeting them. “It’s nice to see you, Carol, feels like we never see each other anymore” You and her half hug considering you are covered in dirt.

“I know..We should have some girl time soon—uh speaking of spending time together, I heard that a certain someone found a favorite movie of yours.” She glances at Daryl, expectantly, wanting him to say something.

“Uh—yeah, yeah, I kinda js grabbed something y’know..” He looks down at his feet again and clears his throat.

“Anyways…I was thinking, why don’t I take the kids for tonight? Jude’s been wanting to help me bake something and you two can spend some time together!” Carol nudges Daryl with her hip, suggesting something.

“Oh! Well, I’m free! As long as it’s okay with you, Daryl, I don’t mind.”

“Yeah—no, it’s okay, I’m down..” He’s “down”? what the hell is wrong with him?? why would he say that—

“Perfect! Well, I have to get back to the kitchen, I have things…cooking. Bye!” Carol walks off, leaving you and Daryl in this awkward conversation. “So uh…I’ll see you tonight? Around 7?”

He nods, biting his bottom lip. “Mhm..I’ll see you later.”

You smile “Okay…Well, shouldn’t keep those seeds waiting…ha…” You start to slowly walk backwards toward your garden.

“Right—yeah, I’ll see you later.” He turns, slowly walking away and turning a corner, going back to his place to make it look “nice”.

yeah whatever that place is a dump idc. okay guys uh the end.

I haven’t written in a YEAR give me some slack 🤕

love u see u later 😫😫😫

[soxcietyy]

Cat and Dog

Yuta x fem reader

Yuta finally decides to let you top him for once and you don’t seem to phase his at all. So he decides to be polite and show you how you truly dominate a person and have them submit to you.

tw:sucking, slapping?, degrading, dirt talk, bitting, overstimulation, pounding, humiliation

This was the first time Yuta has agreed to let you be dominate in bed. It was something you’ve been asking for for a while now and he simply said no. Something about it making him feel less masculine and hurting his ego. He only agreed because you told him you would stop bugging him if he did.

So now you had him in bed in a cute puppy head band and collar. He looked at you in disbelief when you approached him with such thing but let you put it on him. To make him feel less embarrassed you put on some cat ears. When he asked you why the silly costumes you patted him on the head and simply said Halloween.

"Your worrying for no reason Yuta it’s not a big deal." You said as you sat on his crotch making him grunt.

"I’m not worried, I just know your not going to get much of a reaction from me."

You quirk your brow, leaning over him. "Is that so Okkotsu?" You smile.

The both of you were already undressed so you decided to get right into it. Smashing your lips over his, you kiss him. His soft lips touching yours and his hands caressing your body. As he open his mouth your tongue slipped in just like he would do to you. He tasted like the chocolate ice cream he was eating not too long ago. His hands explored your body, rubbing his hands on anything he could reach. He loved doing this especially on cold nights where he needed to "warm up" his hands. Though what he wanted didn't matter tonight, this was all about you and what you wanted. He was supposed to be an obedient dog after all. Pushing his hands down gently you continue to savor him until you needed air.

Leaving his proximity you rest your back on the back bored. Sitting on the opposite side of you he waited for your instructions. You lift your hand up and curl your finger directing him to come to you. He does so but relatively slow. Obviously he wasn’t that into this play but maybe he’ll learn to like it.

Sitting In front of you he watched as you grab him member. Running your hands all over his cock and balls. You pump him member up and down and you couldn’t help but notice how soft it still was. You continue for a good few minutes trying to get him a hard on but nothing seemed to work. You groan internally, maybe you weren’t good at this.

"Yuta your not hard." You said looking at him.

He slowly averted his eyes away from you, suddenly finding the wall more interesting than the situation right now. "Maybe it takes a bit more to turn me on." He says with an almost panicked expression.

Grabbing him by the collar you yanked him till he was eye level with your crotch.

"Bark."

"Excuse me?!" He says once again baffled.

"You heard me bark if you want the treat in front of you."

"…….woof….." he said with the most straight face.

You let out another loud sigh as you let go of him. You couldn’t force your boyfriend to continue when he was clearly not into it. He slowly sat up and put his hand on your leg for comfort.

"Your just not made for it, your not that intimidating nor well you get it. You wanna see how it’s really done?" He asks.

You gave him a shrug as you sit up from your slouching position. Taking his collar off he puts it on you. He liked how it looked so much better on you than on him. Standing up he stretched his arms up before getting started.

Standing next to the bed he directed you to lay on your stomach with your head on give edge of the bed. You do so and have him towering over you like he usually does.

"Now we can role play as a puppy bullying a kitten. Also when you lick my balls you better do like a cat. Now meow for the treat in front of you." He said as he wiggled his dick in front of you.

Okay now you could see why he was awkward about barking.

"Yuta that embarra-" before you could finish your sentence you felt something hard smack your across your face. Blinking blankly you turn back to see it was his dick that smacked you. Opening your mouth to say the same sentence again you get stopped at the same syllables by the smacked with his cock.

Clearly this was payback and clearly he was going to continue this until you meowed at him. Taking a deep breath you look at him and let out a quiet meow.

"Such a good obedient kitty." He said as he lifted his dick up to shove his balls in your face. Hesitantly you stick your tongue out and lick his balls. Looking up at him for feed back, he gave you a smile of approval. You continue doing so and suck on it a few times. Playing with the sack in your mouth. You could hear some satisfying huffs coming from him until he decided to switch things up and put the tip of his cock in between your juicy lips.

"Beg for your treat"

You gulp the last of your integrity you had in you.

"Can I please have your fat cock in my mouth? I need it more than you think. I want it so ba-" not letting you finish another sentence he shoved it in. It seemed like today he was impatient. Moaning with your mouth full you hallow your cheeks while taking him. Slobbering all over his cock until it was wet. He gripped your hair pushing your head in and out of his cock. Groaning every time he pushed you all the way down to his base. The gagging and choking noises made him want to torture you more but he decided he wanted to fuck you fully aware and not air headed. Letting you go your head falls over the edge of the bed as you catch your breath.

Pushing your back on the bed fully, he wiped the drool off your face and wiped it on your soaking cunt.

"Does this kitty want to be dicked down?"

You nod as you sat back up.

"Then why doesn’t this kitty show this puppy how a cat looks like when it’s in heat?"

You mentally groan of embarrassment as you position yourself. Your knees together, your ass up in the air and your waist arching. Wiggling your behind to him, flushing of embarrassment.

You can hear him chuckle causing you to roll your eyes. He clearly saw this as a joke but didn’t care to end it.

"Alright alright I get it, you must excuse this poor puppy though because he doesn’t know how to stop when he’s told." He said as he spreads your folds.

He knew very well how to stop but he was just trying to play it off as role play.

You felt as something warm and moist slipped in you. How it moved in and out of your trembling body. How his fingers rubbed against your clit. You groaned finally being able to feel a bit of pleasure from this whole situation. You grind onto his face wanting more of the pleasure. God why was he so good with his tongue. He was going all in with the slurping, tongue fucking and clit rubbing.

You whined as you felt yourself getting closer. He knew exactly what those noises meant too so he stoped.

Standing up he put his dick in your entrance and leaned forward to look at you by pulling your hair back.

"Look at this dumb little pussy getting taunted by a puppy. Are you going to fight back or give in to me? Though I think I already knows the answer to that." He said as he smacked your went cunt. You jolt at the sudden touch.

"Okay I get it Yuta please, I can’t take your little game anymore." You say breathing heavily.

"Game? Im just trying to show you that your all mine and I’ll always be the dominant one in our relationship. I’ll do all the work and you just worry about looking pretty for me. Cant wait to fuck this kitty dumb."

He slides into you slowly stretching you out.

"Such a helpless little kitty, so dumb for agreeing to letting a puppy show you dominance. You wanna know how dogs show dominance? They ignore commands and they bite with there sharp teeth." He said fully slamming into you as he pushed your head onto the mattes.

"Iv been waiting to fuck the shit out of you since forever." He said running his hands through his hair as he went in and out of you.

You moan as he quickened his pace. Have you been riling him up unknowingly? What made him all of a sudden go off on you like that? Why was he hitting your sweet spot over and over again all of a sudden?

His dick hit deep inside of you repeatedly. The lack of air you were getting was making you light headed and the pleasure was crazy. The sloppy smacking, his groans and moans. The way he has you pinned down and the way he spoke to you had you speechless.

"Yuta slow down please it’s too much." You cry as he rammed into you. And just like that he bit into your shoulder. Not enough for it to hurt bad but enough to leave a mark and get a reaction out of you.

You let out a half cry and half moan as he dug his teeth in. He continued to drill your insides even if you attempted to crawl away. grabbing your arms he pulled it back and held your fist that had balled up the covers and continued pounding you until you saw starts.

Your mind went blank and you couldn’t figure out what was happening. All you knew was that he wasnt going to stop anytime soon and all you could do was let out a loud moans as your body twitched on its own. He still had his teeth in your skin and held you tight as if he was afraid something might take what is his. He kept penetrating you bruising your cervix. At some point it all became to much for you that you blacked out.

Next thing you knew you were waking up with Maki putting her hand over your head. There was no way that was all a dream. Looking around everything looked neat and organized. Yuta sat on the bed looking at you.

"You okay? You apparently passed out all of a sudden." Maki said looking at you concerned.

Turning around to look at Yuta, you see him looking at you with the most guilty look ever. Maybe it wasn’t a dream after all.

[whoppert]

Hands on the Ground! (König/Reader)

2,652 words

tagged: König protective stalker; non-con groping of MC by villain

AO3 Master Fic List

The new recruit has caught König’s eye. He's seen a lot, but this is new. He doesn't want to complicate her life, no, he will just watch her from the shadows.

It's just a crush. An obsessive crush. An addictive and feverish and all-consuming crush. Nothing more.

But when she has a problem, König takes it upon himself to find a solution.

König passes by the new recruits in the training area. It’s not often he particularly notices a recruit - sure, he’s incredibly observant. He’ll notice a change in breathing in an opponent in a fight, a slight change in the walking gait of a teammate when they’re hiding an injury, but rarely does someone actually make an impression on him.

He checks with the training leader and learns her surname. The leader says she has promise, and asks if König wants to meet her, but the king declines. No, he’ll just watch from afar.

That night he steals her personnel file. Just some light reading, a bedtime story. This is where he gets a full name, address and next-of-kin, her brother. A dishonorable discharge from a foreign militia is on her record, but there’s no explanation.

AO3

It wasn't a concern, KorTac had a high turnover in the lower ranks, so administration often ignored marks on people’s records when it came to new hires. From her records, König learns that she speaks four languages fluently, that she has pilot experience and the area she struggles in is sniper shooting.

König thought about her as he drifted off to sleep.

A few weeks pass.

He keeps to his internal promise to watch from afar, but that doesn’t stop him taking the long route to get around the base, just so he’ll have a chance to watch. She’s really something in combat and wins both of the hand-to-hand training sessions that König manages to watch casually as he strolls by. He can read the tension in the male recruits. She’s the only female who manages to win in a mixed-sex fight and it wounds their egos.

Good, König thinks to himself. He knows how men fight and the angrier they get, the easier they are to defeat if you can read the signs, which she seems to be able to, because she taunts them as she fights them, a verbal dressing down for their shitty behavior and arrogance, respectively.

Occasionally he’d see her in the mess hall when their schedules overlapped. She sits with two other female recruits, and smiles at them warmly, the group seemed to have an affinity to each other that usually signifies friendship. She isn’t shy about getting what she needs to fuel her body, she’s smart in that way.

The next training session König watched entirely from the shadows. She wrestles well, though she doesn’t have the strength or size of her opponent so she is quick to recover from his grapple. She’s very quick. This opponent, a man with a dark cropped haircut is much better than her previous sparring partners. The rest of the recruits don’t talk through this fight like they did during the turns of the other pairs. No, this fight seems to be significant for all of them as a group. Her legs are strong, and she kicks her opponent just over his center of balance, sending him stumbling backwards.

In the second she took to right herself, her gaze flicked over and settled where König was watching, leaning against the edge of a nearby building, arms crossed over his chest. Bright eyes bore into his, the only visible part of his face. Today was another day he was glad to have his mask, the surprised expression rendered invisible to the outside world. It is only one second at most, but her opponent spots it.

The battle is quickly concluded, and her streak is lost.

König is gone before she’s even hauled herself up from the dirt.

Some nights later, König checked the schedule and found that she had booked a time at the sniping range to practice and that only one other soldier had booked an overlapping session. König made sure he was called for guard duty.

This is how he would make up for costing her the match.

The sky is grey and dull. He watches as she fires several shots, observing her form and then steps up to the neighboring practice spot. They do not acknowledge each other. She is too busy practicing to notice. She is by no means bad at it, just struggles with moving targets, which is costing her attempts. König is proud of his marksmanship, and knows that if he had that rifle he would have put down each of the targets in half as many bullets.

After another round she looks up at König from her seat, pulling her ear muffs off. He is sitting too, but even so she has to look up at him - everyone has to look up at him.

“You jerk as the gun fires,” he says. “You need to square your shoulders in order to support the weight of the rifle.”

She blinks, and considers his critique. Pressing the start button for the next round of moving targets, she hits every single one, only missing one shot. She rubs her shoulder.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

There is a pause.

“You’re the Colonel. König.”

“Yes. And you are?”

She gives him her name, though he already knows it.

“Good luck with your training, Lieutenant.”

König is called for a mission that will send him away for two weeks. Normally he welcomes the change of pace, but he mourns watching her each day. She is always in the back of his mind, and often in the front of it. He just can't stop himself from thinking about her.

When he returns, everything is the same on the surface, but she's different. Tense. König wonders what changed.

When he catches her sparring, there is a brutal ferocity to her movements, until she faces the only recruit who has ever bested her. König watches as she seizes up. The dark haired recruit easily takes her down, and his friends jeer. Perhaps it is a mental block?

A few days later, König collides with her - literally. He's making his way to visit a colleague when she comes out of a door, looking behind her, and smashing squarely into his chest. Strong hands grip her upper arms, so she narrowly avoids toppling over backwards. She's flushed, flustered.

"Forgive me," she stutters, glancing over her shoulder.

His hands don't leave her sides. For a second he short circuits. She feels so small compared to his large form.

"Hey," an unfamiliar voice calls from a familiar face as the dark haired recruit flies through the door after her. He stops suddenly, saluting. "Sir."

She seems to notice the breach of conduct and steps back quickly. König lets his hands fall to his sides.

"Is something wrong?" König asks, looking only at her.

“No. Sir,” she adds his title as an afterthought.

“Then you are dismissed.”

He didn’t believe her.

König had seen the growing tension between herself and this recruit. Naturally, he takes a look at the recruit’s personnel file as well. Adrian Meyer. No complaints. No formal military training, it seemed he’d been accepted to some relatively unknown private militia on a fluke. 24 years of age. Had left his previous employment voluntarily, but seemed to have made it into KorTac on the assurance that he was a quick study. It seemed true enough, his training showed exemplary marks - except in hand-to-hand. Always second place until recently. So he dislikes that she’s bested him, it creates tension, nothing particularly unusual, soldiers had troubles like this all the time. Still something doesn’t sit right with König. She had fought him a handful of times, and he’d studied her enough. She was always calm, collected, put together. Even first thing in the morning she’d report without a hint of exhaustion on her face. She could put on a show, hide her feelings as expertly as if she wore a mask, so what could have shaken her so badly the other day? Perhaps Meyer had said something to her, but what could he have said that left her so afraid?

There are hundreds of security cameras on a military base, with his clearance it was no issue at all to pull the footage. He isolated the record to about the rough time he’d run into her, and rewound from there. The video filled him with rage.

A few days pass and he watches the new recruits. She is shaken, making stupid mistakes and isolating herself from her friends. She eats lunch alone, practices alone and is easily defeated by opponents she had never so much as blinked at before. Meyer’s confidence grows each day, just continuing on as if nothing had happened.

König visits the trainees. She notices his approach, everyone else too deep in conversation, but as soon as she sees him, she turns her face away, refusing eye contact. He wants to tell her that he is going to fix this, but he doesn’t. König has said exactly forty words to her before, and he is not ready to add to the total.

“Meyer,” the training lead called out, König at his side. “The colonel is impressed with your training, he’d like a word.”

Meyer’s face split into a wide grin. “Knew it couldn’t be long before I started to get noticed.”

The pair step off to the side.

“Come visit me tonight in my office. 2100 hours. I want to discuss your future with KorTac.”

The smile falters momentarily. “Sir, I would love to, but I have guard duty-”

König interrupts, “I have arranged it. If you play your cards right, you’ll never have to pull guard duty again.”

Meyer is on time. He knocks on König’s office door at exactly 2100 hours. König invites him in, and at the sight of him Meyer stiffens.

“Relax,” König passes Meyer a drink. “This will be informal. I just want to get to know you a little better.”

König’s cheerful voice and the alcohol lulls Meyer into a false sense of security. The king is adept at this kind of hunt, he laughs on cue and flatters his prey with compliments, plying him with liquor, though Meyer doesn’t seem to notice that König has been nursing the same drink all night.

It’s growing late and still they talk. König knows the right time to strike is approaching because Meyer has started to talk absolute bullshit, too comfortable with the colonel.

“It’s just funny that you’re Austrian,” Meyer hiccups, swallowing the last of his glass.

“Why is that?” König makes sure the smile reaches his voice, since Meyer won’t see it.

“It’s just- to have an Austrian in charge of this place. Like shouldn’t you be running a farm or something?” Meyer laughs, and König pretends to laugh with him.

“You are a typical little Bavarian, aren’t you, Meyer?”

“I’m hardly little, I’m 190.5 centimeters!”

“You are little to me.” König replies.

The time is here.

König clears his voice. “Can I show you a video I found the other day? It’s hilarious.”

Meyer nods, pouring himself another glass.

König pulls up the security footage, pre-prepared and paused right before the crucial moment.

When Meyer notices, his eyebrows knit together. “Is this the security tape?”

König ignores him and hits ‘play’.

The shot is of one of the rooms used to take language lessons. It is completely empty until she enters. Moments later, Meyer follows her. He says something that causes her to freeze up, but unfortunately the feed is visual only. Meyer takes a step towards her and she takes a matching step back, her lips forming unheard words, her face pleading.

“What is this?” Meyer asks. He seems suddenly sober. “Why are you showing this to me?”

She faints right, breaks left, but it’s a move she frequents while sparring and he’s prepared for it, shoving her hard into the wall behind her. She struggles to regain her balance and throws a sloppy punch, which Meyer outmaneuvers, slapping her hard in the face and using the moment she is stunned to turn her around, pressing the front of her body against the wall as he presses himself against her back. One hand holds her by the back of her throat, her cheek against the plaster, the other runs down her body, groping the sides of her breasts and squeezing her ass before he kicks her legs apart and begins to touch between her legs. He is whispering something in her ear.

“It’s not what it looks-” Meyer stands abruptly.

“Sit down,” it is an order. All of the comradery König had exhibited early vanishes.

Meyer obeys.

Meyer is clumsy, too caught up in the moment. He releases her neck to step forward, sandwiching her body between his and the wall for maximum contact. He grinds his crotch against her, his lips close enough to kiss her neck, but she uses the second he is distracted and stamps down hard on the top of his foot. Immediately, Meyer staggers away, and she bolts. The camera shot switches into the hall as she bursts from the room, running straight into the Colonel.

The clip ends.

“Look,” Meyer pleads, “I know how that looks, but she came onto me, alright? You can’t hear her, but she wanted it. She’s been a tease for months, it’s not my fault is she panicked the second things got real, it-”

König does not care for excuses. “Left or right?”

The quest jars the recruit. “W-what?”

“I asked: ‘left or right?’”

“Right?” Meyer seems confused.

“Very well. Put your right hand on the ground.”

Meyer didn’t move. “Why?” There was panic in his voice now. He repeats the question when at first he doesn’t receive an answer.

“Because I am going to crush it beneath my boot.” There was a hint of sadistic pleasure apparent in the tone.

“Wh- no. No.” Meyer stuttered, cradling his hand to his chest. “You can’t do that.” Again he stands, but he does not back away, König stands between him and the exit.

“You touched her with both hands,” König said coldly. “It is by my mercy alone that your other hand has been spared. I have let you pick which hand you would like to keep, but you will be punished for touching her, Schwein. Do not disobey me. Put your right hand on the ground.”

“I didn’t know she was yours, I wouldn’t have ever-”

König steps towards him and this time it is Meyer shrinking back.

“Please,” he begs. “Please.”

But it is of no use. Meyer can see that. Face flushed and body shaking, he slowly kneels on the carpet, begging once more to no avail as he places his hand palm-first against the floor.

The next day, König walks past her like she was nothing to him. Like she didn’t consume every thought. He’d done what needed to be done and he had no regrets, but that didn’t mean he suddenly had a free pass to talk to her, she was his subordinate, that kind of fraternization would get him in trouble, and even if he got away with it, who’s to say she'd even want him? He could live in her shadow knowing that under his supervision she would befall no harm. He likes knowing that he took care of her little problem.

König watches her eating at the mess hall. Her friends rush to her, telling her something that he could not hear, though he could make out the excited tone they used.

“An accident?” She repeats.

“Yes, broke his hand. Doc showed me the x-ray, it was fucked. Crushed and twisted so badly he’ll be lucky if they can fit rods against the remaining bones. He’s resigned for long term medical care, but the doc said he’ll never shoot again.”

“What happened?”

“Apparently he fell in front of a Jeep and it ran his hand over.”

“That’s unlucky,” she says. For a brief moment she glances in König’s direction.

For an even briefer moment he holds her gaze, before excusing himself.

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[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 15/?

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It had been two weeks since Jason’s powers came in. It had been a challenge.

He kept turning intangible and breaking things. Sometimes he would end up falling through the floor. Jason had become very familiar with the dirt under his house. (He was glad he got a house that was isolated.) Still, with the help of Danny and Jazz, Jason felt he was getting the hang of his new abilities.

Jason was on the porch, watching the sunrise. He sipped his cup of Earl Gray tea. God, he missed Alfred.

As Jason watched the son slowly rise on the horizon, an idea hit him. They had been living in the small town of Tadoussac for almost three months now, and either than the small convivence shop five miles away, they hadn’t explored the little town at all. It was a tourist town, so there were attractions that could excite the kids. He knew they were big on whale watching. Maybe he could take them on one of them. It’s not as if he didn’t have the money from his crime lord time.

Hell, he could even take Danny to the planetarium. Jason took out his phone and googled how far the closest one was. It was only a five-hour drive away. His son would love it.

His son…Jason still couldn’t believe those words were coming out of his mouth. How could he be so lucky to get Danny? After all the blood he has spilled, including his family's blood, who thought to give Red Hood a second chance at family?

“You know your emotions are screaming loudly, right?”

Jazz left the house and sat on the rocking chair by Jason’s old rickety chair.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you? Did I wake Danny?”

“Nah, I woke up because of a nightmare I had. Danny and Ellie are still asleep. Ellie floated to Danny sometime in the night. They’re so cute together.”

“Yeah, I saw them this morning. I didn’t want to wake them up, so I let them be after I took a picture. Want to see it?”

“Hell yeah,” Jazz said enthusiastically. Jason and Jazz ended up looking at photos of Danny and Ellie for the rest of the morning.

After that, they both sat in compatible silence.

“What do you think about taking the kids on a day out to town this weekend?”

“That’d be nice. We’ve had them cooped up for too long. This space is big, but kids need more stimuli.”

“Yeah,” Jason bit his lower lip.

“I want to put Danny in school. You know, so that he could meet more kids his age.”

Jazz blinked at that, “Oh, Danny will hate that.”

Jason sighed.

“I know, he’s technically sixteen, but now he’s five. He might act mature in some things, but I’ve read that kids need to develop their social skills with peers their age. It looks like Danny will be stuck growing up again, and he needs to be around more kids.”

“Hey, you don’t need to justify it to me; it’s Danny you’ve got to talk to. Though I have a feeling he’ll be bored in regular classes.”

Jason frowned; he hadn’t thought about that. He suddenly remembered Danny reading theses on astrophysics and engineering. Yeah, he would be bored in a regular classroom.

“Maybe I can find special programs to put him in,” Jason mumbled to himself, suddenly unsure of his plans. “Not to mention that Tadoussac was a French-speaking province, so Danny would have to learn a new language.

Thanks to Bruce and his league training, Jason already knew French, but he doubted Danny knew any.

Jazz patted Jason’s leg, “You’ll figure it out. You always have Danny’s best intentions in your mind.”

Jason wondered if Bruce ever had Jason’s best intentions in his mind. Jason remembered all the baseball Bruce would take him to, all the piggyback rides, and the late nights he would stay up helping Jason with his homework when he needed help. All the tears he would help dry, and nightmares he would soothe.

Jason had to believe his dad Bruce had loved him, right? Before Jason had died and returned as a twisted version of the boy he used to be, Bruce had wanted him, right?

“What’s wrong,” Jazz asked.

“I’m just wondering, did Bruce love me when I was younger? Did Bruce ever feel for me what I feel for Danny?”

“What do you think,” his actions before my death tell me yes, but if that’s true, why did he stop loving me after? If Danny ever did any of the things I did, I would be disappointed, but I would never stop loving him. I would move heaven and Earth to bring him home. Bruce never did that with me. He washed his hands of me and left me.”

“When I was younger, I never idolized my parents, never thought of them as perfect. They left us to our own devices. Honestly, their attack on Danny doesn’t surprise me. It hurts, Ancients does it hurt, but I’m not surprised.”

Jason frowned, his eyebrows creasing.

“Did you ever think of Bruce as perfect when you were younger?”

Jason thought back. His dad was Batman; he was infallible. Bruce had been larger than life, and he could never be wrong in Jason Todd’s younger eyes.

“Maybe,” Jason said.

“Parents aren’t perfect. There comes a time in a child’s life when they figure that out. Unfortunately, you found out your dad wasn’t perfect in the worse way possible.”

Jason put his hands over the scar on his throat.

(He could still see the Batarang coming toward him.)

“Do you think he would have ever accepted me back?”

“I don’t know,” Jazz answered, “I do know that thinking about the what-ifs can drive a person mad.”

“If it weren’t for Danny, I would’ve stayed and waited for God knows how long, just hoping for a crumb of their acceptance. Not even love, just acceptance.”

“Do you think you’ll ever talk to them again?”

Jason thought about it. A part of him would love to reconnect with his family. To show them how much better he has gotten. To brag about Danny. But he was scared. Scared Bruce would take Danny away from him. Scared Bruce would see Jason as unfit and throw him in Arkham.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Jazz said, “I always used to fear my parents would take Danny away from me, too.”

Liminal’s abilities were useful sometimes.

Jason sighed, “Thanks. I needed this talk.”

“No problem,” Jazz paused for a moment, “so, when should we tell them we want to go on a trip this weekend?”

Jason smiled. He loved having a family again.

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Tim couldn’t believe it.

Tim and Barbara had gotten a ping on the anomaly North of Gotham, close to the Canadian border.

Even though Jason was hiding behind a hat and had painted his hair, Barbara and Tim recognized him.

Who they didn’t recognize was the kid holding Jason’s hand.

“Bruce is going to freak,” Tim murmured.

“Which is why we won’t tell him yet.”

“What, why not?”

“Jason left for a reason. What do you think Bruce will do when he finds out Jason has been spotted at the Canadian border with a kid in tow?”

Tim frowned. Bruce would leave at the moment, find Jason, and demand answers.

Tim’s silence was enough confirmation for Barbara that he understood.

“I’ll find and see what’s going on. If he’s alive and well, we let Bruce know, but we don’t tell him where he is,” Tim said.

“Tim, this is proof that Jason is alive. That’s all I needed. I can guess why he left, and it has to do with the kid. I say we leave him be until he comes to us.”

“And if he never does,” Tim snapped. It wasn’t fair. Bruce was hurting; he deserved to know his son was fine.

“Then we honor his wishes,” Barbara said and disconnected the call. Tim gritted his teeth. That wasn’t good enough for him.

He would find Jason and bring him home. It was his fault he was gone. Tim would make it right.

So, I brought up a family trip because a. it would be cute, b. I've been researching Tadoussac, Canada and it looks like a fun place, and c. it's gonna transition into a big plot point.

Hope you liked.

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[pet-pet-peet]

I don’t know if my request got through, I’m sorry in advance if it and I’m wasting your time reading this. I asked for some platonic headcanons for azul, floyd, and malleus where they visit readers school in their world for the event. (Malleus uses magic to hide his horns)

Omg wait this is super cute! The Malleus part gives me vibes to My Inner Demons (Aphmau)

I am trying to go through my drafts and post the ones I had done, this will not be inspired by canon!

Story: They visit your school in your world with you for a week

Tw: cafeteria food slander from personal experience; lmk!

Pairing(s): Azul, Floyd, Malleus x gn reader going to their school (separate) (platonic)

𝕬𝖟𝖚𝖑

He stands out a bit because of his hair, but otherwise everyone sees him normally

For the most part- he does have moments where he’s caught being confused over a piece of history everyone in your world has learned-

Very interested in seeing how different schools in your world function, even if the differences are slight

He’s a little bit thrown off when he learns there’s no magic at all, makes him overly aware of his magic and when he uses it

He likes to talk to your other friends to get dirt on you, just in case he ever needs it

Probably becomes really popular through the time he attends your school

Also picks up the academics really easily, which makes the teachers like him

You have to tell him not to set up his deals in your world- he probably does so anyway, though

Hates your cafeteria’s food, it doesn’t taste how he likes and feels unhealthy, so he convinces you to either bring him food from home or buy him more (but he does it in an Azul way that’ll end up with him not being in your debt, probably makes deals with you to help you with something)

Probably has a lot of fun, learns some things he’s definitely gonna find a way to incorporate into his business practices

𝕱𝖑𝖔𝖞𝖉

He’s very clingy to you, so even if teachers want him to go somewhere else he’ll stay with you or force you to go with him

On the chance he’s not feeling the classes, he’ll ditch them and just wander around and explore the school grounds

He doesn’t usually feel like learning things from your world, doesn’t really see the point in it, so he probably just distracts you while you’re in class together

Stands out immediately, probably one of the tallest guys in your school so everyone notices him immediately in the halls. That on top of his hair and eyes, he becomes very popular very quickly

Drags you around in between periods to show you places he thought were cool hiding spots from teacher (he confirms he used them when you ask)

Even though he’s only there for a week, he gets random love letters everyday and makes you read them to him because he can’t be bothered to focus long enough to do so himself

Doesn’t mind the school food, but probably doesn’t eat much of it anyway cause it’s still not the best

Doodles on all the paperwork he’s given instead of actually filling them out; that said, art is his best subject in your world (Unless you’re also in a music class, then that’s his favorite and best subject)

Probably antagonizes some of the staff because he thinks it's funny, doesn't end too well for you though

Mixed bag, finds it incredibly boring some days, finds it interesting for others

𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖚𝖘

He makes sure to stick by the strict rule: he isn't allowed to use magic except to hide his horns and ears

He towers over everyone and quickly becomes notorious for it, if he didn't actively seek you out you'd probably never be able to get through the crowds that always surround him

His high class vibe gets a lot of people's attention, so he gets invited to quite a bit of parties for a change. He's pretty prideful of it, but usually forgets or just doesn't go cause you aren't going

He absorbs your history relatively easily, but will still ask you for more details on the different subjects you learn

Definitely almost forgot to hide his horns one day and you had to panic remind him before he left the apartment

Gets lost when walking around your school sometimes since he's trying to find any sign of gargoyles that may have been removed

Sometimes he just wants to ditch with you, the history of your world is fascinating and all but he wants to see it more instead of just hearing about it

Pretty sensitive when people try to tease his eyes and fangs, but hides it behind snarky remarks and sarcasm

Absolutely refuses to eat food from the cafeteria, also refuses to call it food. You have to bring him lunch or buy it from somewhere better if you want him to eat

Remembers quite a few of the stories he learned, both real and fake, and made sure to recite them to the rest of Diasomnia (he never clarified which were real or not. Have fun explaining to the gang that the Wizard of Oz doesn't exist)

[doodle-pops]

Marriage To Ecthelion Would Include...

Request: Headcanons for married life with Ecthelion? - Anon

A/N: Here you go anon, everyone's favourite water boy.

𑁍 Married life with Ecthelion is calm and serene especially when living in Gondolin. For the greater part of the time, you don’t have to worry about him riding off to war every few years.

𑁍 During his married years, he softens up a lot due to the realisation of being paired with the love of his life. He has the person he’s been pinning after for months as his spouse. This was the sweetest life could ever become for him.

𑁍 Mornings are filled with soft cuddling when he doesn’t have any boring meetings to attend or training with the other Lords. This is perhaps the most wonderful sight from the stoic Lord.

𑁍 Loving poetry and verses from songs he’s been stressing over writing would roll effortlessly off his tongue, accompanied by tender kisses and ‘I love you’ or ‘You make the happiest person in the world’. Ecthelion is not afraid to profess his unconditional adoration to you.

𑁍 There are moments when he’s in an extraordinary mood and he becomes quite the jokester with you. Making jokes in his unusual sense of humour, which is an odd sight for anyone, including you. He’s a lot more laid with his comical theatrics around you.

𑁍 Taking more days off than ever to bask in your honeymoon stage— he has the wish for wanting all the days of your married to be like the honeymoon stage (not sexual), sweet and new as though you are discovering each other for the first time.

𑁍 His acts of service only increase or deepen; you deserve to be continuously treated with respect and appreciation all the days of your life. But his acts of service increase more than ever.

𑁍 Now that you are living with him, this means that breakfast, lunch and dinner can be enjoyed together every day. More drinking wine and dancing in the living room or bedroom drunk and in love. Late nights staying up just staring at each other or conversing about life and your future.

𑁍 There are nights he will invite you for dinner with the other Lords and loves to introduce you as his spouse every single time. The others may have gotten annoyed at the gesture, but never Ecthelion. He finds it impossible to shake the idea that he’s married and because of this, he enjoys adding ‘my wife/husband’ at the end of his words.

𑁍 Let’s say for instance that you’re into gardening, during your courtship days he was very much invested in your interest, but now, there’s a difference to his admiration. Spending hours in the garden with you and even getting dirt on his clothes while replanting flowers. Even if he doesn’t wish to get dirt and you request for him to be a little more domesticated, he’ll bend the knee and assist (not everything he would do though).

𑁍 He’ll even spend time in the kitchen with you dancing away while the pot is bubbling and sharing a few glasses or bottles of wine. Laughing at each other’s left feet while you await your meal.

𑁍 When it comes to building a family with him, if it is a dream of yours to have offspring of your own, Ecthelion would love to sit down and discuss how big of a family you’d like and all the theatrics. I do believe like all elves; he does wish to have a little one of his own running around with some of his features.

𑁍 Should you not wish to have children but prefer to adopt or have none at all due to your reasons or circumstances, being the respectable and understanding person he is, Ecthelion with abide by your wishes and process the option you prefer.

𑁍 Either way, Ecthelion is more than happy living in the little happy bubble he created with you, and whether or not you have children, life with him will always be ecstatic and entertaining. He would never allow for a day in your marriage to be considered disappointed.  

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[all-the-things-2020]

Further Along the Way - Chapter Nine

Summary: Ad’ika is being a brat, Din gets some bad news, and Mariana gets some good news.

Rating: PG

“Seriously?” Mariana asked Ad’ika as she tried to coax him down from the top of the wardrobe. He giggled and waved his pudgy little hand at her. Just a week or two ago, she’d been able to hop up on a chair to reach him when he managed to get up there, but now her belly was too big and he knew it. He plopped down on his bottom and pulled out a bag of sweets she swore she’d locked in the kitchen cupboard.

“How? How did you get hold of that?” She shook her head. He’d been getting worse with each passing day, finding new ways to cause mischief. Din thought it was funny, of course, but he wasn’t here every day dealing with a Force-sensitive toddler.

“Fine. Just don’t fall off and hurt yourself,” she said, flopping down on the bed. Her back hurt and her feet were swollen after spending the morning sweeping up all the dirt Ad’ika had tracked in after “helping” her repot the plants on the patio. It didn’t help that the baby was being rambunctious today, kicking her every other minute and turning somersaults or cartwheels or whatever he or she was doing in there.

She slid off her shoes and let herself almost doze off. Ad’ika got bored and clambered down to join her. He never really fell off anything, using his Force ability to gently lower himself to the ground, but she still worried. She felt his tiny body alight on the bed and toddle over to her. He sat down against her hip and started patting her belly. “Vod,” he said softly. “Vod, Vod, Vod, Vod.”

“Yes, that’s your sibling in there,” she said sleepily. “Don’t encourage them.”

“Buir.”

“Yes, ad?”

“Da?”

“Daddy’s at work. He’ll be home in a few hours. It’s his late night.”

Ad’ika stood up and walked up to her head, then plopped down next to her ear. He offered her a sweet, which was sticky and rather disgusting after being clutched in his hand for so long, but she accepted it. They were his favorite, some purple-blue fruit flavor that Mariana found rather bitter underneath the sugar, but then again, he liked to eat frogs so there was no accounting for taste.

“Let’s take a nap, okay?”

In response, he started messing around with her hair and poking his fingers into her eyes. “Stop it,” she said, pushing him gently away. “You’re all gross.”

He laughed and jumped onto her chest, forcing all the air out of her lungs. “Oof!” She scooped him off and sat him on the bed beside her. “Why are you being such a stinker today?”

His eyes slid toward her belly and then back to her face. “Oh, have I been ignoring you?” She had been paying more attention to the child in her belly lately than to him, come to think of it. She rolled onto her side as best she could and cuddled him close. “I’m sorry, ad, but your vod is kind of hard to ignore these days.” She sighed. It was only going to be worse once the baby was born, of course, but she’d cross that bridge when they reached it. For now, she could give Ad’ika a little more attention.

“Nap time?,” she asked hopefully. Ad’ika snuggled down in her arms and nodded. Thank the stars, she thought, stroking his fuzzy ears and letting herself drift off.

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“Got a minute, Din?” Garrick called from the doorway of his office as Din was walking through the admin building on his way home.

“Sure.” He often stopped to chat with the lieutenant on his way out, though never on the days when he held his after school tutorials. Something must be up.

Garrick shut the door once Din was inside the office, which raised even more suspicions. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing yet,” Garrick said. “But I wanted to give you a heads up just in case.” He sat down behind his desk and folded his hands. “The Republic is stepping up action in the Danda sector and we think they might be asking us to send some troops in the near future.” He sighed. “Which means we might have to call up the reserves … and even pull some cadets for routine duties.”

“I see,” Din said. There were enough third and fourth year officer cadets to form a squadron, according to the protocols of the Thantosian military. And they were all Din’s students.

“If — and it’s still a big if — this happens, the Colonel is probably going to ask you to go with them,” Garrick went on. “He can’t order you, since you’re a civilian, but he’ll ask. And I wanted to give you time to think about it before he puts you on the spot.”

“I appreciate that,” Din replied.

“If they call me up, I have to go,” Garrick said. “But you have a choice. I want you to make the right one, for you and Mariana and the kids.”

“You think I should tell the Colonel no,” Din said, softly.

Garrick nodded. “I can’t tell you what to do, but if it was me …” He shrugged. “The Colonel can be persuasive, and I know you feel an obligation toward your students. Just weigh all the options before you decide, okay?”

Din nodded. “I will.” He already knew what his answer would be, but it warmed his heart to know that his friend would take the time to worry about him when he was facing the possibility of leaving behind his own family. He clasped Garrick’s hand. “Thank you, my friend.”

“Any time.”

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Mariana was ready to jump out of her skin. Din was only a few minutes late, but she was so excited to share the news with him. She swept Ad’ika up in her arms and danced him around the living room. “Oh, Daddy’s going to be so surprised!”

When Din opened the door, however, she could see from the expression on his face that maybe this wasn’t the best time. “What’s wrong?,” she said, setting Ad’ika down and rushing to Din’s side.

“Nothing,” he said, forcing a smile and kissing her on the cheek.

“Don’t lie to me, Din Djarin,” she demanded. “Something’s going on.” Her own news was forgotten as she steered him toward the couch and sat him down. Ad’ika clambered up beside them and gave his father a stern look.

“It may be nothing,” Din admitted. “Or it might be something.” He told her what Garrick had told him on the way out that evening, about the possibility of pulling up reserves and even cadets if the Thantosian military had to send troops to aid the Republic in its efforts to clear the last Imperial remnants from the Danda sector.

“What will you tell the Colonel?,” she asked. “If he asks you?” She knew what his answer would be and her heart sank. Din had been raised by Mandalorians and she knew his sense of honor and duty ran deep. He’d go with his students.

“I’ll tell him no,” Din said.

“What?” Mariana was shocked.

“You think I should go?” Din replied, looking as shocked as she felt.

“Well, no, I don’t, but I thought you would …” she babbled. “These are your students. You have a duty to look after them.”

Din raised his hand and pressed a finger against her lips to quiet her. He shook his head slowly. “The only duty I have is to you, cyar’ika, and to our aliit. I promised myself that after Gideon, I would never put you through that again. I will not leave you.” He leaned forward to press his forehead against hers.

“Are you sure?,” she whispered.

“This is the Way,” he replied. And that was that.

They sat quietly for a long moment before he sat back. “And anyway, it’s all just speculation right now. It might not even happen,” he said. “So, why were you and Ad’ika dancing when I came in?”

“Oh! We were just celebrating, that’s all.”

“Celebrating what?”

Mariana couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto her face. “I got accepted into the distance learning program at Chandrilla University,” she said.

Din’s face lit up. “What? Oh, Mar’ika, I’m so happy for you!” He crushed her in a fierce hug that only ended when the baby kicked so hard they both felt it. He pulled back, tears in his eyes. “This is wonderful.” He turned to Ad’ika and swept the child into the embrace. “This is amazing! Your mama’s going back to school, kiddo!”

Ad’ika nodded and laughed. “Vercopa,” he said.

“Yes, ad,” Din said. “It is a dream come true.”

Mariana shoved all thought of the cadets going off to war out of her mind. She was going to enjoy this dream while it lasted.

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Mando’a words:

vod = brother, sister

buir = mother, father

ad = son, daughter

cyar’ika = sweetheart

aliit = family, clan

vercopa = wish, dream

[disillusioned-phantasma]

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The wail of sirens late at night makes your heart drop. Red and blue lights swirl past the windows, rumbling down the dirt road to the ranger station. You peel back the curtains and see the usual procession of police cruisers, an ambulance not far behind. The forensics team will take another hour or so. You make yourself some coffee and wait for the knock on your door. You know all of the detectives by name, but you dread them all equally.

Tonight, it’s McNabb who stands there in a rain-soaked trenchcoat. He doesn’t take his shoes off, tracking mud all over your living room while he pokes and prods at your things. He scrutinizes a pile of mail on the table like it’s contraband of some sort, picking through it with aggressive disinterest. “Another body in the lake,” he says, not even looking at you. “Gonna give me the same song and dance as usual?” You let him stomp around, quietly sipping your coffee and texting Monroe, a friend at the ranger station.

“McNabb,” is the only word you send. Monroe texts back in seconds, telling you he’ll be there as soon as he can.

“It’s funny,” McNabb says, sounding completely unamused. “This is the only house on the Roseway Trail. It was empty for a good couple of decades before you moved in, and the trouble only started after you came. Did you know that?”

You’ve caught him on a particularly bad night, it seems, for a lie that blatant. Roseway Trail’s infamous Lake Luckless has claimed more drowning victims than any other body of water in the country, and it was already holding the title long before you came. You didn’t find out until you were already bringing in furniture, but the house had been suspiciously cheap.The lake’s reputation hadn’t sent you running for the hills, but it might’ve if you’d known it would bring the police to your door like this.

You hear tires sliding through the mud and see headlights at your front windows, flashing once before the driver kills the engine and there’s a knock at your door. You breathe a sigh of relief. Monroe is a welcome sight, wearing his yellow waterproof coat, standard for cold weather fieldwork and search and rescue. “Detective McNabb,” he greets with with a terse nod. “I’ll take it from here.” There’s always a brief standoff between the two of them, Monroe holding the door open as McNabb squares his shoulders and stands rooted to the spot in defiance. The Roseway Trail rangers are territorial. Every body found in the lake leads to a departmental squabble. You don’t care. You just want McNabb out of your house.

He drags his feet, complaining about jurisdiction and procedure, glaring at you the whole way, but he finally, finally leaves. Monroe slams the door behind him, but you notice he doesn’t sit down. He jams his hands in his pockets, shifting uncomfortably, not quite meeting your eye. “He wants to see me, doesn’t he?” you ask quietly.

Monroe nods. You abandon your coffee to grab a coat and the chunk of raw beef sitting in your refrigerator.

The drive to the ranger station is long enough that the forensic team is almost done by the time you arrive. You overhear somber gossip; it was a couple staying at the campgrounds. Not even gone long enough to be reported missing when a teenager stumbles upon the bodies in the lake. The kid’s traumatized, screaming about a horse with “frog skin” and “fangs” that “came out of the mud like a zombie.” His parents are on their way. He’d be in trouble if there weren’t already two corpses to deal with. The gate at the start of the lake trail is padlocked in place year round, red and bold-lettered signs absolutely everywhere. “TRAIL CLOSED,” they say. “DO NOT CLIMB. DO NOT ENTER. DANGEROUS CONDITIONS.” It’s not enough to stop tourists and bored local kids.

“How bad was it?” you ask. 

Monroe fidgets by the station’s front desk, clearly unsettled. You’re surprised when he says, “Not that bad.” Thunder rumbles, rattling the station windows. You see black body bags wheeled away. “He didn’t even eat them,” Monroe says quietly. 

The cops linger until the forensic team leaves, just after midnight. Visibility is poor and the lakeshore is extremely slippery in the heavy rain. Both deaths will easily be ruled accidental. Once the sirens and lights disappear into the distance, just a whisper above the rain, Monroe takes you to the lake trail. He pats down his own pockets for a key and fiddles with the padlock, the whole thing falling in a clattering metal heap into the mud. You step over a low barrier to keep vehicles off the path and duck under a rope strung from two trees with yet another warning printed in all capital letters. 

You see the faint imprints of boots in the mud, the last traces of the deceased campers slowly filling with rain. They meander playfully across untamed and hilly pathways, circling a copse of trees and lingering by a field of flowers. Suddenly, large hoofprints join them. One pair of boots disappears. The other follows unhurriedly alongside the hoofprints. Both sets, inevitably, go down to the lake.

It’s at a turn in the trail where you see the boots sink deeper into the mud, heels digging in, a few clumsy handprints smeared through the mud where someone stumbled, tripped, tried to drag themselves away to no avail. You see the imprint of a body falling at the lakeshore, flattening the reeds. And through the gloom, through falling rain and misty night haze, you see eyes glinting. A horse head, decomposing, streaked with matted hair and mud, half-risen through the lake’s surface. It watches you intently.

Monroe grabs you suddenly, nearly yanks your arm out of its socket. You almost walked right into the water. The face slips under the murky surface, vanishing from sight. “Be careful,” Monroe tells you. He squeezes your arm once and reluctantly steps back, further from the lake. He doesn’t want to leave, but he knows he has to. Every step is slow and hesitant. He doesn’t want to turn his back on you. You nod with as much determination as you can muster. You watch his yellow coat retreat back to the trail, over the hill, swallowed up by night.

“Groundskeeper,” you hear the inhuman, gurgling purr of something in the water. You don’t know why he insists on calling you that. You just live nearby. It’s some tradition you aren’t aware of, probably. Fae love that kind of thing. The face reemerges, much closer to you this time. It’s human now. Long black hair, tangled through with the twisting roots of lake plants, curls and coils in the water as it floats around him. His eyes are the hazy gray of a bloated corpse and his grin is sharp, fangs peeking from the corners of his mouth. “So good to see you. Is that for me?” He nods at the soggy meat packing paper bundled under your arm. 

“Lachlann, why did you kill those people?” you ask him. 

His eyes arch in amusement. He slips under the water once more and then he’s right in front of you, pulling himself out of the lake with two muscular arms. Slowly, he rises to his full, towering height, and you have to crane your neck to meet his eyes. Tendrils of hair drag out of the water behind him, falling limp around his ankles. The rain washes the lake mud from his face, revealing sickly, gray-green skin. “Why do you breathe air, groundskeeper?” he asks, smiling wryly.

“That’s not the same,” you insist. “The rangers told me you’ve got them bringing you food now, too, so I know you aren’t hungry. And those people—you didn’t even take a bite out of them. Just drowned them. For what? For fun?” 

Lachlann chuckles, a wet sound like a choking dog. He cups your face with one large hand easily, his claws raking your cheeks. His skin is clammy, smooth and slick like an amphibian. “I dislike these conversations. Don’t you?” His smile is unsettling, cold and practiced. His eyes draw you in. You see yourself reflected within them as though trapped under ice. “Ask me something more fun, groundskeeper. Ask me what I think of you.”

Lachlann is a conservationist’s nightmare. According to the local folklore meticulously detailed in the ranger station’s records, he was dumped here centuries ago by another fae. He was barely a foal then, sickly and unsteady on his stick-like legs. He hobbled into the lake and grew quickly, nearly eating the local fish, deer and several species of birds into extinction. As he got older, he became more accustomed to the humans in the area, going from skittish to bold and predatory. The rangers have been feeding him as long as there’s been a ranger station on the trail, hoping to curb his appetite and reduce the number of deaths. You didn’t know that when a naked and waterlogged man appeared on your doorstep one day, calling you groundskeeper and asking if you had anything to eat.

You thought it was helping. Maybe you were naive. But you knew Lachlann had been little once, so small and alone, abandoned here without explanation. Sometimes you think you can see that sorrow in him when he thinks no one’s looking, sulking in the lake with a distant look in his eyes. Or maybe he knows he’s not alone when that happens. Maybe it’s his natural adaptation to make people see what they want to see in him. The uncertainty keeps you up at night.

“I’m just trying to understand,” you say. 

Lachlann hums dismissively at that, focused on the meat you brought. You relent and hand it to him, looking away as he rips into it with his teeth, paper and all. The sick, squelching noises are horrific enough on their own. “You’d understand if you didn’t ask silly questions,” he murmurs, licking his claws one at a time. “I am fae. I adhere faithfully to my nature, and it keeps me fulfilled. There’s nothing more to say about it.” He repeats, more insistently, “Ask me what I think of you.”

“Fine. What do you think of me?” 

Lachlann’s long fingers tangle with yours and he draws you close, pressed against his damp chest. His hand cards through your damp hair, pushing it out of your face. It’s dangerous, to be this close to him, to be on slick, uneven ground. His eyes paralyze you. He touches your face, caresses you with aching tenderness.

“I think you are lovely, groundskeeper,” he purrs. “I think your endless curiosity will be the death of you, but it is endearing. It makes me want to do terrible things to you.” He wraps his claws around your throat and squeezes just hard enough to make you afraid, but the spell is unbroken. You don’t push him away or try to run from him. You’re rooted to the spot, your heart racing, your instincts screaming, but you can’t move.

“I want to take you,” he whispers. He squeezes harder, cutting off your air. Your hands rise to his chest but instead of shoving, they thread through his long hair. You try to gasp but nothing gets through his iron grip. Your lungs start to burn. Your head spins. “I want to lead you to the water. I want you to walk in slowly. Let you feel it rising as you sink deeper and deeper. Let it wash over you. Breathe deep and fill yourself with it. Drown yourself for me.” 

It’s so vivid in your mind’s eye. You can see yourself on a rainy night just like this, glimpsing Lachlann at the lake’s edge, his gray eyes beckoning. You can see yourself undressing under his heated gaze, walking barefoot through squishing moss and swaying cattails. You can feel the cold water around your ankles as Lachlann embraces you. Up to your calves as his hands skim over your hips. Rippling around your waist as he nips at your throat playfully. You see yourself sinking, going under, and when Lachlann kisses you, water rushes into your lungs.

The world is dark and weightless, swaying gently. Your vision darkens. The ache and the pressure inside of you grows unbearable. The last thing you see as it all goes black is his eyes, stormy and white.

Lachlann lets go and you collapse to your knees, gasping. You grasp your throat and feel bruises forming in the shape of his fingers. You cough and sputter, throwing up lake water. It wasn’t real, was it? Did he really drag you under? You look up and Lachlann smirks down at you. He licks blood from his lips. You feel a fresh, oozing wound at the corner of your mouth.

“Go home, groundskeeper,” he tells you. “Dream of me tonight.” His hand runs through your hair again, his touch soothing. You stand quickly, yanking your knees out of the mud. You stumble back to solid ground and Lachlann stands there, hand still outstretched as though reaching for you. There is love in his eyes but not as you know it. It’s fae love, smothering and voracious.

Lachlann steps back, sinking into the lake with each step. He does not break your gaze until the final moment, when the water reaches his head and swallows him whole. You are left alone beside the shore. You smell of fish bones, lake mud, and death.

7: Kelpie

the resident lake monster is up to no good again.

->suggestive but not explicit. contains mind-altering magic/hypnosis, murder, brief description of corpses, asphyxiation.

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[callimaria]

wrapped around the finger of a kid? losers (/j)

warnings: yandere, NOT romantic

characters: vil s., rook h.

a small child brought onto campus, that’s what you were. small, weak, helpless, without magic to even protect yourself with; considering the mirror sent you, many thought of it as an offense. yet you were precious, and you could plan clever little tricks, charm other students — and one day, in the future, you will realize that your charm perhaps did more bad than good.

you were oblivious, and held no clue about the dangers ahead of you…

or the dangerous people to avoid, really.

vil:

at first, he scoffed at having to host you in pomefiore, (first impressions weren’t great, you had tracked in a lot of dirt, and was a little roughed up as well) but he had warmed up to you.

oh, yes, he warmed up alright.. you enjoyed the company of the other students, but then ‘big brother vil’ always sweeps you away. you’d question why, but he’d always distract you.

“little potato, come here for a moment”, “let me fix your hair”, and “no need to talk to them” were some of the most common things you’d hear from the blonde, as he waited for your arrival everyday.

at one point, his bedroom permanently became yours as well, and when he had to go, you could play by yourself. alone, that is. he’s so attached, why would he ever let you go? just stay in his room, it has everything you need, so don’t question why the door’s locked.

he’ll keep you forever, because you’re just so adorable. he’ll spoil you, give you the world, end the world for you. and you… won’t disobey him, will you?

💗

“come on, now,” a pomefiore student said, words like sugary syrup. he said your name, handing you a little candy. “i’m not sure why you’re kept away from all of us, but i wanna play with you too!”

you finally were brought to a party, and you stuck to vil’s side like glue. he was all you’ve known now, so it should have been expected.

however, he had left to get something (clearly agitated on having to leave you, his sweet little potato) and you had wandered off, giving into childish curiosity.

when you got lost in the crowd of people, you started to cry, realizing you couldn’t see vil anywhere — realizing you now had no one to help you… that was when a student encountered you.

“p.. play?” you asked, gingerly holding onto the candy.

he nodded, smiling. “yep! i have a little sibling at home, just like you, so i th…”

as the stranger held his hand out, you sniffled, before feeling a strange prick at the back of your neck. it hurt for only a second, before you blacked out, ears ringing the entire time.

💗

you woke up on a plush, and familiar mattress, a satin pillow beneath your head. groggily blinking, your head felt so.. fuzzy, and off. even your body ached all over.

a large hand rested on your forehead, perhaps to check your temperature.

“v.. vil..?” your eyes closed, unused to the light. where was vil? was he here?

“yes, little potato?” hearing his voice brought you comfort, as you relaxed into the cushions.

“wha’ happened..?”

“you managed to get sick, somehow… but it’s okay, in my care, you’ll recover quite fast. so don’t worry,” was his response.

you… got sick? is that it?

suddenly, you feel more tired. you can’t remember anything, so it’s best to trust vil, right..?

yeah, yeah.. should just sleep it off.

actually, vil kind of smelt like.. pennies?

oh, no — like metal.

💗💗💗

rook:

a child summoned by the dark mirror? oh, and handed off to pomefiore as well?

he’s the first one to greet you, mostly because he had scared you outside, having jumped out of a tree. he found your reaction delightful, especially when you got over the shock and was in awe of how sneaky he was..

and therefore he stuck around you more, becoming your own guide as he and you ‘adventured’ around campus. the moment you warmed up and accidentally called him ‘brother’, he had dramatically shed a few tears, theatrically spouting out words you didn’t know.

you found it funny, and gladly always tried to find rook whenever you were bored. (he was over the moon about it, you really chose him?) sometimes, though, you forget he expects you to be with him.. but that’s fine!

it’s not like he isn’t watching your every move, after all. he’ll give himself away with small ‘mishaps’, like rustling in a bush or clearing his throat a little too loud; only because your reactions were like pure gold to him, and it only made it better how those reactions.. were at him. only him.

💗

you cheered as a savanaclaw student swung you around, filled with joy as he held on tight, giving into your childish whims. the student was actually quite friendly, accepting your requests of wanting to play.

after all, you were just a little kid, and you liked fun just as much as anyone else.

“again, again!” you cried, giggling as you went up and down, enjoying the thrill.

“alright, but this should be the last time..— i do have to study,” the student sighed. he almost wanted to tell you he could sense somebody nearby, alarmed and concerned for your safety, but he held back his tongue.

“aww..” you pouted, before brightening up as he swung you around once more.

you could barely feel the eyes on your back, unknowingly used to the feeling, thinking it was normal.

as the student let you down, you squealed as an arrow flied past you, stabbing into the dirt right beside his foot.

mumbling a curse, you winced as your arm was roughly grabbed, getting dragged along as the student — far more athletic than you were — ran.

but… you could only furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

weren’t the arrows.. normal?

they always came when you accidentally stuck around someone for too long, at least getting shot once, ‘n then rook usually always comes in and steals you away! so.. it should be fine, right?

so why does the nice stranger look so cautious? rook just doesn’t like when playtime gets too long.

💗

the next day, you couldn’t help but stare in awe as rook stood in front of you, wiping something off with a cloth.

it was a little bit dirty, most likely from how much it’s been used.

as you mindlessly rambled to him on what your day was like, (he always listened, with his signature smile — even if most of the day was spent with him) you couldn’t help but wonder if you were gonna see that nice stranger again.

i mean… the arrow felt different from usual.

maybe he got mad?

..hm, no. rook was always so nice to you, and he was the best, and..— so there’s no way he got angry at all.

brain too puny to think abt french, it’s also 3 am (no dialogue from mr hunt today) AND ALSO BC OF THE TIME I’M SORRY IF THIS SEEMS A LIL IFFY (anyways)

ahoy, twst fandom

my first piece of writing for idv was yandere so i thought i’d make it a tradition n do it for twst too

[yokohamapound]

Hiya I was wondering if you can do hc of Dazai and Chuuya with a fem! s/o who nit only works with them but also skateboards?

I've never ridden a skateboard in my life and you can probably tell from these headcanons buuut I hope you enjoy them anyway~

Characters: Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu

Contents: gn!reader

Dazai Osamu

Dazai thrives on information, so he naturally learns all there is to know about the people he’s interested in. It’s very hard to hide anything from him, so even if you decide not to disclose your hobby/sport/favourite form of transport to your colleagues at the Armed Detective Agency, Dazai’s going to find out about it anyway. 

When he first meets you, he’ll notice how well-balanced you are and how good your spatial awareness is. This can come about from several things, but there’ll be more clues as he goes alone. 

If he’s bored, he might just straight up follow you around one day. (Listen, it’s not creepy when Dazai does it, because it’s Dazai.) His suspicions are confirmed when you stroll into the local skate park and greet the other people there like you know them, like they’re your friends. 

He doesn’t really seem to be into sports or much in the way of physical activity—just enough to keep himself fit and agile enough for the job—but he’ll happily lounge on a bench and watch, glancing up now and then from his favourite book. 

That said, he might wheedle you into letting him have a go on your board. He wobbles at first, throwing out his hands to steady himself. It’s all an act, of course, since he’s a fully-trained martial artist, but he does always tend to clown around. 

Dazai gets going, building up momentum as he rattles down the park pathway, building up speed—

It’s only then that you notice he’s heading directly for the railing that blocks off the river, a beatific smile on his face. 

Splash.

Nakahara Chuuya

Koyou might have managed to turn Chuuya from a gutter punk into a well-dressed Mafia executive, but at heart he’s still that street rat kid who likes fast motorbikes and leather jackets. He still rides the bike Albatross gave him, though he only does it off-duty because he feels like he needs to hold up the dignity of being a Port Mafia executive.

Maybe you’re like him, and you only take your skateboard out when you’re off-duty and you don’t have to worry about the opinions of your colleagues in the Port Mafia. If you’ve got subordinates, you don’t want them gawking at you when you stack it and eat dirt—not that you aren’t skilled, but everyone falls on their face now and then. 

How he finds out will depend on if he finds out before or after you start dating. If it’s before, then he likely noticed you had some kind of injury and that you were being cagey about it. Seeing a cast on your arm or a bandage taped to your face is enough to get him demanding answers. (It also reminds him of that idiot, Dazai, which also just feeds his temper.) People get hurt in the line of duty to the Mafia, but he’s already taken you under his wing, and he’s protective of his subordinates. 

If it happens after you started dating, then he probably spotted your skating gear when he came over for the first time. If you’re really into your sport, you might have old, painted and sticker-strewn boards mounted on the wall, bits of repair kit lying around. A Sk8 the Infinity poster on the wall, who knows.

So, what does he think of it?

Well, I think you just found yourself a new skating buddy. Even if he wasn’t into it as a kid, he gets FOMO from watching you. His gravity control lets him master quite a few tricks very quickly, which can be a little annoying when you’ve been practising for god-knows-how-long to improve. However, he’ll make it up to you by using his gravity manipulation to let you skate around like the Silver Surfer. And you never have to worry about falling.

He’ll probably want to skate with you down by the river or somewhere industrial, rather than the local park. Those little baby half-pipes aren’t enough of a challenge.

[yandere-dandelion]

Cherry Wine: Yandere!Izuku/Bully!Reader— NSFW Version!

I was hesitant about putting NSFW in the original, so I decided to make a smuttier version. Hope you enjoy (:

Izuku doesn’t know why he’s so obsessed with you. You treat him like he’s dirt— less than dirt, actually. You treat him like he’s scum.

And you’re right to! He’s worthless compared to you! But you take the time to beat him up every day, and you touch him more than anyone else, even if it’s just to hurt him! You two must have something special. Deep down, you must love him, and this is how you show it!

Izuku treasures the scrapes and bruises that blossom on his skin like bouquets of roses and violets because they show that you touched him. To him, they’re gifts, tokens of your affection. He’s sad when they fade, but inevitably you’ll give him more.

He looks forward to every beating. When you shove him to the ground and he looks up at you, the sun behind you looks like a halo. You’re an avenging angel.

When you look down at Izuku, your eyes glint with malice—what beautiful eyes! Your beauty is breathtaking— or maybe he’s just winded from a particularly harsh kick to his stomach.

When you spit on him, he licks your saliva up like it’s nectar. When you yank him by his hair, he has to keep himself from moaning. When you pinned him against the wall, he nearly came in his pants, and as soon as you left, he furiously fucked his fist for hours to the thought of you.

When you stomped on his notebook and ripped the pages out, he kissed the boot print you left behind and placed the torn and dirtied paper in his shrine to you.

A few other items in Izuku’s shrine:

- A cup you drank out of

- Your chewed up bubblegum. He might have put it in his mouth after you spat it out on him, but he also might have been too scared to tarnish it with his own saliva.

- Endless pictures of you, all candid. Some were taken from afar, some from behind, some from outside your window, and some from in your room as you slept.

- Pencils and pens you’ve used, especially if you’ve chewed on them.

- Your dirty clothes, especially your underwear. He steals them from your room when he sneaks in. When he’s alone in his room, he might hold them to his face as he touches himself, breathing in your scent like a drug he can’t get enough of and imagining it’s your hand touching him, rather than his own, or he might wrap them around his hand as he fucks his fist and use them as a cum rag. When they lose your scent, he returns them to you, and of course he gets painfully hard when he sees you wearing them again.

A few things in Izuku’s notebook:

- A long, detailed entry about your quirk— he’s seen it in action many times when you used it against him.

- A long, detailed entry about you as a person— the foods you eat, the clothes you wear, the places you go, your smell, your sleeping position, your schedule, every mundane detail he can find. Some of these things you don’t even know about yourself.

- Countless drawings of you. Some of his drawings are familiar scenes of your face twisted into a hateful snarl or a sadistic smile, or more mundane images of you eating lunch, talking with your friends, or bored in your room. Others are more imaginative sketches of you smiling, laughing, or moaning as he fucks you, or of you fucking him.

- Long, detailed fantasies about you. As much as Izuku loves it when you’re mean to him, he would love it even more if you were kind. He fantasizes about your hands touching him gently instead of roughly, your beautiful voice saying sweet words instead of cruel ones, your gorgeous eyes looking at him with love instead of disgust. He fantasizes about you protecting him from his other bullies— you’re probably strong enough to fight them all off on your own. The scrapes and bruises on his skin can attest to that. He fantasizes about the life he’ll have with you— it’s all planned out, to the very last detail.

He fantasizes about your little “dates” turning into something lewder.

He fantasizes about you forcing his head between your legs, holding him by his hair.

He fantasizes about you pinning him against the wall and kissing him roughly, one hand holding his above his head and the other stroking his cock. He fantasizes about you tying him to the bed and riding him, using him for your pleasure as he’s unable to do anything but take it.

He fantasizes about you pegging him— you’d probably be rough and cruel, like you are with everything else, and degrade him with every breath. He fantasizes about you pulling his hair, spanking his ass cherry red, wrapping your hand around his throat, fucking him until he cries and then some.

And maybe he fantasizes about you fucking him gently, praising him, kissing him softly. “So good for me, baby, so good. Come for me. Good boy.”

But he also fantasizes about turning the tables, getting revenge for those years of bullying, tying you up and edging you until you cry and then some, then making you cum again and again until you scream.

He fantasizes about making you degrade yourself the way you degraded him.

He fantasizes about your terrified face looking up at him when he finally takes you like he’s wanted to for so long.

He fantasizes about you in his home, bound, gagged, and helpless for him.

He fantasizes about utterly breaking you and turning him into his perfect little pet. Doesn’t he deserve it, after all those years of torment at your hands?

For now, it’s just fantasy, but that won’t cut it for much longer.

[9ofspades]

Depends how much time he gets.

SPOILERS

So this is kind of like “could a shark defeat a bear” (affectionate; that is also a very fun question). Nemo plans to never leave his submarine, whereas Dracula has some kind of issue with running water when he’s awake. He’d never go there intentionally. If he somehow ended up in the submarine anyway, I’m not sure how That Much Water would affect him. But assuming he can get out and move around like he does on the doomed voyage…

If he catches Nemo by surprise, it’s game over. But Dracula would probably accidentally give his presence away while lurking about trying to figure out who his next meal was; other passengers would be all “why is there a weird guy?” And Nemo would be VERY agitated and would try to hunt down the stowaway. Assuming this is post-Demeter, Drac has more experience going around hunting people down than Nemo does rooting out stowaways that can dissolve into mist, but Dracula has a huge weakness, which is that he returns to his dirt box when the sun comes up. It wouldn’t take too many days for Nemo to be like “that box does NOT belong, let’s open it and see what’s inside.” (Assuming he didn’t know about the box to begin with) And then he’d find a dead guy and chuck it out the equivalent of an airlock like in Among Us. So it depends on whether Dracula could drink him in those 1-3 days. He saved the captain for last on the Demeter, presumably because he thought there’d be less ruckus/fewer problems with the ship if he just took “replaceable” crew members. Since a submarine is extremely finicky and he doesn’t want to get trapped down there forever, I don’t think he’d actually want to risk eating *anyone* at first, and it wouldn’t occur to him that Nemo would toss him out so quickly.

Conclusion: on Nemo’s turf, 99-1 Dracula loses.

If Nemo ended up in Dracula’s castle for some reason… that is VERY bad for Nemo. On his submarine, he has his devices, his crew, his weapons… In the castle, he *maybe* has a weapon or two, and they probably wouldn’t work against a vampire. Assuming he’s in the castle for legitimate business, he isn’t exactly looking out for danger. But ALSO he has significantly more power than Jonathan, since he doesn’t desperately need to do right by his client; if he loses this one he can just go live under the sea. He’s older, less dependent on Dracula for financial reasons, and less likely to go along with weirdnesses. Which could *also* just get him killed; Dracula controls the wolves, the doors, the transportation, etc. Nemo might be able to jury-rig something, or to take off the hinges like Van Helsing did, but as long as Drac pretends to be *mostly* normal the first night, and doesn’t try to play with his food, Nemo is dead (or undead) on Night 1.

But! Dracula would never *not* mess with his guest, so he’d probably posture and do his whole power play manipulation thing, in which case it would depend on how Nemo reacted. If he was polite enough or appealed to Dracula’s sadistic side enough, Dracula might decide to save him for later, in which case Nemo has a much better chance of figuring something out. Even if it’s just escaping, he’d probably *want* to hunt Dracula down and kill him, and if he gets a chance to talk to people and do research in a city, Dracula is dead.

But if he’s rude enough, or if Dracula gets bored, this isn’t necessarily going to be his last meal before he goes to England, so he might just go ahead and eat Nemo right away, in which case Nemo is dead.

BUT if Dracula is only meeting with Nemo to… idk, get his dirt boxes transported via submarine? Or maybe this is pre-Nautilus and Nemo has some other means? Then Dracula still needs Nemo regardless of his impression, so he’ll keep Nemo around longer, which again improves Nemo’s chances.

Conclusion: I think this one is 80-20 Dracula, because Nemo doesn’t have much to work with in an ancient crumbling castle, he doesn’t know anything about killing vampires, and he’s alone, whereas Dracula has all the wolves and three roommates who can dissolve into moonlight and hypnotize their prey. Also Nemo isn’t as lovable and precious baby as Jonathan and wouldn’t induce Dracula to keep him alive and torture him for so long. There’s a tiny possibility of a draw, but I think it’s more likely that whoever survives the other would want revenge, or just to kill that undead thing because it’s the right thing to do. This is on Dracula’s turf, though, so things aren’t looking good for vampire man.

If they met at an English party or something… then that raises the question of why they were trying to kill each other.

If Dracula is in England and a member of the polycula hired/recruited Nemo to help them kill Dracula, Dracula dies.

If Dracula is in his castle in Transylvania, odds depend on who in the polycula is working on Project Kill Dracula, but I *think* they have at least even odds no matter what.

If Dracula decides to kill Nemo for whatever reason, and Nemo doesn’t know about it and also doesn’t know about vampires, and also he’s just in someplace Dracula has dirt boxes for some reason (maybe Dracula moved to Paris instead?) then Dracula’s chances are good. He can’t enter Nemo’s house, but he could always accost Nemo on the street. He’d have a hard time escaping afterwards, but he might pull it off. I don’t think the French police would catch him, but it depends what he’s doing with his dirt boxes and whether he planned things in advance. Otherwise he might get stuck unable to get passage for him and his box, which would suck. And maybe his disguises wouldn’t be good enough to evade the investigators. This is maybe a 50-50. Like 50% he kills Nemo and gets away with it, 50% it’s a draw because he kills Nemo and then dies.

If Dracula tries to kill Nemo while he’s on the Nautilus and Dracula is not, Dracula fails. Period.

If they’re both trying to kill each other, and neither knows anything about the other, then this falls once again into “how long does it take”. If Dracula can end things very quickly, he wins; but if Nemo gets enough time to figure out Dracula’s deal, he wins.

I thiiiink I’ve accounted for most of the situations, but could be wrong! Overall it looks lik Nemo wins more than he loses.

🦇 It's that time of year again! 🦇

"Dracula" By Bram Stoker is another enthralling, suspenseful 1800's adventure story, and I love the Harkers, Van Helsing, etc. nearly as much as I love Jules Verne's characters. Now there’s a question I’m pondering…

[mosylufanfic]

5 Things That Remind Cassian He's Human (and one thing that makes him wish he wasn't)

Hi hello is time for more Sad Andor Reaction Fic? Yes I think yes

Spoilers for 1x11 I guess

5 Things That Remind Cassian He's Human (and one thing that makes him wish he wasn't) 

1. Blankets

The Narkinian says to them, "You look like shit, humans. Six hours to Niamos. Get some sleep." And he tosses them a couple of blankets.

For a moment Cassian doesn't know what to do with his. It hasn't been that long, but for all that time, sleep has been a matter of lying down on a hard bench and closing his eyes.

"Kriff," Melshi mumbles, spreading the blanket over himself, pulling his ragged and filthy feet under its protection. "Kriff."

He curls into one of the tattered seats in the back of the quadjump, but just before he shuts his eyes, Cassian sees tears in them. 

The blanket smells like old fish and it's riddled with holes, but it feels like the softest of feather pillows as Cassian wraps it around himself.

2. Food

When they wake, the Narkinians give them food, too. Some kind of dry biscuit. Stale and tough. Against all odds, it tastes like fish.

Melshi wolfs his biscuit and then has to lay down, holding his stomach and grimacing. Cassian eats his slowly and carefully, experiencing food with texture, weight, flavor. Even if all of them are bad. 

His stomach cramps too, shocked by something different than bland mush delivered in a tube. His jaws ache from the action of chewing and his throat from the effort of swallowing, but he welcomes all of it.

3. Clothes

The Narkinians drop down just outside of town and let them off with some farewell in their own language that could be "now get out of our sight" or "blessings upon you, strangers." It's hard to tell. 

It's not a far walk, and as they get further into the chilly and deserted town, it's obvious this is the off-season for Niamos. Cassian struggles with whether this is good or bad, but ultimately decides that it is what it is.

They steal some clothes off a line, tearing the flimsy, grimy, stained clothes from Narkina 5 off their body and chucking them into the sea. The new clothes are damp from washing and don't fit quite right, but they're better than the prison clothes, and less noticeable.

After he retrieves his money, they head out to get real clothes, ones that fit, from one of the hundreds of second-hand stalls around town, where gamblers down to their last chit trade in their extra clothes for a few more credits.

Unimpressed with the selection at their first stop, Melshi moves on to the next stall down the street, but Cassian picks through the racks until he finds things that suit him. 

The being running the stall gives him a bored look when he sets down pants, shoes, vest, shirt, belt, bag. "Fifty credits."

He almost hands it over, but even in a tourist trap like Niamos, that's too much for Maarva Andor's son to stomach. "For this shit? Ten."

"You picked it out, my fine son. Fine, I'll do you forty-five. Those shoes are in perfect condition."

"These shoes are older than I am," Cassian says. "Fifteen."

"Forty if you really feel like robbing a poor old shopkeep today."

He snorts. "Twenty-five and that's my final offer."

"You want the shirt off my back too?" They slap down his change and wave him away. 

There's something about the exchange that makes him intensely happy. 

He puts on the shoes immediately, barely pausing to brush sand and dirt from his filthy feet. He'll have to take them off when they find someplace to clean up.  He put them on anyway.

They feel strange. Tight in some places, loose in others, and the insoles rubbing at his feet.

He stomps gently on the sidewalk and listens to the thud, and doesn't feel cold metal. Just the thickness of the soles. 

When he meets up with Melshi, the other man has put on shoes, too.

4. Privacy

There are beach showers, five minutes for a credit. They're supposed to get sand and salt off your skin. Cassian stands under the spray, face tilted into the water, and feels the walls around him. Just him. Not forty-nine other men standing beside and in front and behind.

The water shuts off and he stands considering whether he wants to give up another credit for more. He decides yes, and plugs it into the slot to get the water running again. He has no washcloth and no soap, but he uses his hands to scrub at the filthiest parts of his body.

He imagines his mother's voice, fond and scolding. Look at the state of you! Something hot burns at the corners of his eyes. 

He rarely allowed himself to think of her in prison, just like he rarely allowed himself to think of anything else outside the walls. Thinking of her now feels like a luxury on par with ragged blankets and second-hand clothes and cheap beach showers.

5. Names

"I need to make a call," he says to Melshi almost as soon as he walks out of the shower, his still-damp hair plucked by the wind, chilling his scalp. 

Melshi looks skeptical. "Sure that's the best idea?"

"I'll be careful. It'll be fine. I just - there's someone I need to talk - to get a message to. There's public comms up there." He jerks his chin. "Watch my back, would you?"

Melshi shakes his head, clearly still in doubt, but humors him. 

Hearing anyone's voice from Ferrix, even Xan's, makes his throat knot up. He whispers to disguise his voice and also because the knot is so big he can't speak any louder.

"Cassian?"

His name. His own name. The skin of Keef Girgo, tourist and convict and prisoner, falls further behind.

"No names," he said, not entirely meaning it, but trying to remember that he had to be careful. "Tell Maarva I'm okay. Tell her I'm thinking about her. She'd be proud of me."

He wants to tell the whole thing. Kino echoing his own words back to him over the intercom, the yells of the men breaking out, the thunder of bare feet on metal decks and the Imperials with their hands on their heads. 

He wants to tell his mother that he’d changed his mind, after arguing with her that rebellion was stupid and would get them killed and that she should come with him. And she turned him down.

He wants to tell his mother he rebelled.

But they don't have the time and he doesn't particularly want Xan to know first because he'd tell the whole town, and his mother should hear it first. So he finishes up, "Tell her I'm thinking about her. And that I'll get back as soon as I can. Can you remember that?"

"Cass, hang on," Xan says, his voice weirdly solemn.

He can't hang on, he doesn't have the time, Xan just needs to pass on the message - 

"Cass, I'm sorry. Your mother's dead."

+1. Grief

It's like a stone dropped from high up, crashing through the top of his head, slamming all the way through to the bottom of his feet, leaving him shredded in between.

He barely understands the rest of the conversation - she wasn't taking her medicine, her heart gave out, the Daughters are looking after her, funeral's tomorrow, I'm sorry, Cass, I'm sorry.

He ends the call and stands hanging on to the public comm booth, the wind off the sea battering at him, howling in his ears, until he feels like he's going to tip over onto his face.

When did it happen? When he was asleep? When he was working away at one of the endless pieces of machinery? When he was sitting in that hallway watching Ulaf's body cool? When he was holding a gun to the guards' heads? When he was crashing into the bitter cold water and swimming for shore? 

Did it matter?

Your mother's dead.

For one long frozen moment, he wants to be back in prison, locked away from everything, told what to do and when to do it, a mindless drone with no heart to break. 

He should have known. He should have felt something. Don't you feel a punch to the ribs? Don't you feel a tooth breaking out of your mouth? But he'd felt nothing.

He should be used to this. He’s lost three parents already. But he isn’t.

One step, two, the shock of his shoes hitting concrete rattling up through his body. He lurches from foot to foot, not walking so much as catching himself from falling, over and over again. 

"You got through?" Melshi asks him. "It's okay?"

He looks away, to the sea, lying on instinct. "Yeah, yeah. Everything okay."

Melshi says some more things, but they disintegrate into buzzing in his ears. He tries to think of his mother, in her bed maybe, eyes closed, face slack, heart still. Some of the Daughters washing her body. Sewing her into her shroud. Riding away from the house on the salvage loader, decked with what withered greenery Ferrix could offer this time of year, that he’d seen carry so many other shrouded bodies. Her friends and neighbors pausing in their work to witness her passage, faces solemn, hands folded. Her son not among them.

It wouldn't go. The holo in his head wouldn't run. 

How could Maarva Andor be gone?

"How many made it out alive?" Melshi asks him.

And before he forces himself to remember what they've been through, and what they'd talked about in the long walk into town, Cassian lets himself fall into the thought: Nobody. 

Nobody makes it out alive. 

Isn't that the way life works?

FINIS