#more than a little bit horrified/terrified of him. and was like ''please let me go anywhere else i cannot work with this man anymore''

[grimmjowjaegerjaquez]

when youre trying to live alone out in your field lab but then these two yahoos follow you out there and now they wont leave????

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Whumpee & His Collar part 1

Warnings: tight collar around Whumpee's neck, severely restricted breathing, mentions of beating and past torture & conditioning, panic attack and choking

Finally got around to writing the story from THIS ask I received awhile ago (sorry Anon that it took so long!)

Whumpee had messed up. He had seriously messed up. But the problem was, he had no idea how. Everything had been going so well -- Caretaker was much nicer to him than Whumper ever was, helping him slowly heal and become more confident as a person.

But today, Caretaker tried to take off his collar. The leather collar wrapped tight around his neck that only barely gave him enough room to breathe.

When Caretaker had asked if she could touch his collar, he hadn't realized she meant take it off. Taking it off always meant horrific agony awaited him back when he was in Whumper's hands.

The collar was everything to Whumpee. It was the only way he had of knowing his old master's mood, and if he had been a good Whumpee. Whumper had put the collar on as a gift, so he could know when he had done something wrong or right. The only times Whumper took it off were when he was about to brutally tortured Whumpee to within an inch of death, because Whumper didn't want him to pass out as fast from lack of oxygen if he hyperventilated, and also so he could hear every scream, howl, and wail of pain that left Whumpee during punishments.

Sometimes Whumper would loosen the collar, just a little, to cause Whumpee a bit of anxiety, as a silent warning that he wasn't living up to his impossibly high standards. Somehow, Whumpee was never good enough for him, and many days ended with the collar coming off, followed by a vicious beating. The looser the collar by the end of the day, the worse it would be for him.

Whumper always reminded him that when the collar came off, it meant he was unwanted, unlovable, worthless. It meant that Whumper could choose to kill Whumpee and abandon him like an unwanted dog on the street, but was graciously letting him live by putting the collar back on as a symbol of ownership.

Whumpee had learned to respect the collar with life-or-death urgency, do anything to keep it on and avoid the living hell that awaited him if it ever came off. Even though it constantly hurt to breathe, it was a small price to pay for being allowed to stay alive. It was only a minor inconvenience, really, and he would never complain about such a thing. Even if it meant he could never do any physically strenuous work or activities without ending up panting and wheezing and gasping for air.

He didn't want to breathe without the restrictive collar on. Because being able to breath right always meant PAIN. He was terrified of being able to breathe freely. And now he'd done something terrible to anger Caretaker, and he didn't even know what he'd done wrong. But Caretaker was trying to take the collar off, which meant she was going to hurt and torture him for hours on end and making him scream his throat and lungs raw and--

Whumpee recoiled away from Caretaker's hands so hard he ended up sprawled across the floor, desperately scooting away from her with hands raised placatingly, pleading and desperate.

"Please!" Whumpee rasped past the collar choking his throat, "whatever I did, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Tell me what I can do to fix it and I will! Please don't take my collar off, please--" a hiccupping sob escaped him, and then he burst into tears, body trembling and shaking violently with all-consuming terror. "Please don't stop loving me!" He wailed frantically. "I'll be so good for you! I'll never make another mistake, if you show me how to be perfect again! You don't have to torture me to get me to obey! Please--"

Caretaker looked worried and confused and also horrified by Whumpee's intense reaction. "What are you talking about? Whumpee, what's going on?" She took a few steps toward him to comfort him, but Whumpee scrambled backwards across the floor, flattening himself against the nearest wall, frightened tears streaming freely down his face.

He was cornered, unable to escape whatever punishment Caretaker planned to carry out once his collar was off. He should have known better. Known better than to believe Caretakers false promises never to hurt him. It was only a matter of time before Whumpee messed it all up, and now he'd pay the price for his insolence.

Caretaker didn't stop coming closer, and Whumpee's throat felt like it was closing up the harder he cried, each breathing coming harder than before until he was gasping raggedly, unable to get a full breath in before the collar choked him and he let out another helpless sob.

Stupid, stupid Whumpee, he told himself. It was all his fault -- he deserved whatever Caretaker was going to do to him. And now he was digging his own grave deeper by flinching away from her -- he wasn't supposed to move away from Whumper when he wanted to touch and adjust his collar, or the consequences would be that much worse.

Whumpee cried even harder at remembering that. He couldn't do anything right, it seemed. He'd let himself get too comfortable, forgot the most important rules beaten into him every day of his life for four solid years by Whumper.

Caretaker slowly sat down in front of his shivering form and scooted close, inches away from where Whumpee had pulled his knees to his chest and was sobbing wretchedly, panicking.

"Sweetheart, I don't know what's happening right now," Caretaker said worriedly. "I was only trying to take off your collar so you could breathe better, it looked so uncomfortable to wear, and you've been here for three weeks without removing it yourself. I only wanted to help -- I didn't mean to startle you. Don't you want to be able to breathe normally again...?

"I don't want to breathe, it's fine, I don't want to breathe," Whumpee wheezed over and over again, like a desperate mantra. But his crying was making it even harder than usual to draw air through his compressed throat, and it felt a lot like he was suffocating. Or like the times when Whumper had lashed out in a fit of rage and choked him out repeatedly. The collar was tight around his neck, digging into his skin with every strained breath he took.

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[selfless-solipsist]

°˖✧ The Fire ✧˖° [Wander]

This is a very short one-shot (I'll write a longer one for Wander eventually, but I'm in the middle of writing the 'Honeyed Confessions' fanfic for him right now)

「 ✦ "Yeeaah...That 'power of love' sure is quite effective, ain't it love-?"✦ 」

╰┈➤ Wander x Female Reader ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

"Ah ha ha-!"

Another explosion went off in the kitchen, which was now a blazing inferno, causing Wander to immediately start jumping all over the ceiling as more and more flames rose and spread throughout the place, the poor male screaming his head off as he climbed higher and higher on the wall. He looked around the room, a terrified expression on his face as he tried his very best not to die and get caught in some fiery trap that the love of his life had made with her cooking skills.

...

Or lack of them, actually.

"Oooh boy... Oh boy oh boy oh boy OH BOY-"

Wander continued screaming like a little idiot as he climbed the walls like some kind of spider in order to keep himself from being burned alive. Seriously, just exactly how in the name of everything holy did his girlfriend turn a perfectly normal kitchen into a literal furnace from the depths of Satan's own rectum?

...

Eh, who was he kidding, she was a bit of a dummy, of course she would find a way to make a darn oven explode.

Meanwhile, the culprit of the explosion was casually standing on the floor, just watching as everything went up in the flames, looking quite unfazed and not at all concerned as the kitchen was now nothing more than roaring inferno that was slowly and surely spreading around the whole ship, and destroying almost all the cooking appliances that she had, as well as the food supplies, and probably the entire kitchen in general.

...

Yeah, ___ was acting like this was a completely normal and average Monday for her.

"So..." She blinked up at him, a sly smile spreading across her lips. "Who was the person that said I'm going to be a great cook and that I should just believe in myself?"

That was Wander of course. He was, indeed, the one who told her to believe in herself.

In hindsight, maybe that wasn't such a great thing to do.

"Oh- AHAHAHA-!" Wander laughed out the words, continuing to cling onto the ceiling for dear life as he glanced over at the female, a look of pure desperation and horror on his face. "That's... That's me-!" The poor man laughed out the words, looking at her with a 'please don't kill me' pleading gesture.

Despite everything, he tried to stay as cheerful as possible.

And his villain girlfriend was eating it all up.

"You were soooo eager to encourage me..." She added, mocking him once again, her hands resting on her hips. "You were all like..." She then put a hand on her face and used an even more mocking voice as she quoted him. "'C'mon darling, you can do this! I know you can! Believe in yourself!' ....You were so damn convinced that I could actually make anything-!"

A horrified and embarrassed expression appeared on Wander's face as he was being mocked and teased about his previous words. He let out another nervous and scared laugh before replying.

"Well- I- I do believe in ya! You have-"

Another explosion suddenly cut him off, causing the little guy to scream his head off as he climbed even higher on the ceiling, getting more and more terrified by the second as he continued clinging onto the surface for dear life.

"I BELIEVE IN YA-!" Wander yelled out to the female, though it was obvious that he was doing it out of fear, and he was just trying to calm her down so that she wouldn't just let the flames continue to spread and engulf the entire spaceship. "I believe in ya, my love! You're the best, you-" Another explosion and more screaming from the nomad as he started to cling onto the ceiling with all of his limbs this time.

"YOU'RE AMAZING!!!"

...

"Yeah yeah, whatever."

The woman continued to just stand there and watch Wander struggle with keeping himself from catching on fire, the alien looking like he was about to either pass out or have a heart attack any time now, and it was honestly pretty hilarious to her as she watched him run around all over the ceiling like some kind of rodent.

"I can't help but wonder..." She said sarcastically. "Is this what they call tough love?"

"S-SOMETHIN' LIKE THAT!" He yelled out.

Wander tried to reply, but he couldn't really concentrate fully on responding since he was still trying his best to survive the burning kitchen. Seriously, how had his life come to this? How in the world was he now clinging onto a burning ceiling and basically on the brink of death while talking to his girlfriend, who was casually standing on the floor and watching him struggle with all of this?

...

This was going to put a massive dent in his good luck and optimism for the year.

"Huh... Good to know-" She added, still just standing there on the floor as she watched with an amused grin on her face while her boyfriend did everything in his power to avoid being burned to a crisp, clinging onto and climbing the walls while the whole kitchen was pretty much in flames. "Well I gotta say, the view from down here is absolutely perfect-"

"Glad someone's havin' fun-" Wander yelled out to his girlfriend, still very much struggling to not freak out as he continued clinging onto the ceiling as the fires only continued to get worse, the flames now burning all over the counters, the floors, and basically everything else, making the whole kitchen look like a literal Hell-scape.

"I-I'm sure the fire's just wavin' at lil' ol' me!" The male tried to say something positive and optimistic, but honestly he was just barely holding it together, yet, despite it all, he still managed to start waving at the fire.

___ let out a loud laugh as she watched her boyfriend wave at the flames, his optimism and positivity still on full-display, even in a time like this.

"You're such a weirdo-" She chuckled out, shaking her head in absolute awe. Seriously, here he was, waving at a fire while he was struggling to hold himself up on the ceiling to keep himself from being burned and yet he was still finding reasons to smile. "Are they communicating with you, hm?"

He was such a sweet doofus.

"Yeah, yeah! We're having a lovely conversation!" The male called out to her as he continued frantically moving his hand around.

...what even was this relationship?

"Awww~!" The woman gave an amused smirk at the male's optimistic words, clearly enjoying herself to the fullest as she continued to just watch the flames continue to spread all over the room, completely unfazed by the fact that their whole kitchen was slowly being engulfed.

"You're adorable, you know that?"

Honestly, at this point, the female just saw this whole thing as entertainment, and was just having the time of her life as she watched her boyfriend struggle and cling onto the ceiling.

"Oh I'm adorable! That's just- great..." Wander let out a sarcastic sigh as he tried to keep his voice and breathing steady, looking down at his girlfriend. He let out a slightly panicked laugh before responding to her.

"It's so wonderful that my suffering and possible death is so entertaining and adorable for you!"

He gave her a wide grin, albeit a shaky one.

"PFFT-" An amused smirk appeared on __'s face yet again at the sight of her boyfriend completely freaking out and climbing onto the ceiling like a damn monkey. He was such a cute idiot, truly. However, she soon let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling her eyes dramatically as she spoke up once more.

"Yeeaah... That 'power of love' sure is quite effective, ain't it love-?"

As soon as the female mentioned his beloved beliefs regarding the 'power of love', Wander paused in his tracks, looking over at her with an expression of slight panic slowly being replaced with realization and then with excitement.

"Wait-" He called out to her, his eyes lighting up with a renewed determination and a goofy grin spreading across his face."The power of love is always effective!" He declared, sounding absolutely certain.

"That's right! I just need to believe a bit more and-"

Then, he suddenly just dropped down from the ceiling.

With a dramatic leap, the idiotic little nomad now stood down on the floor as if everything was completely fine and if there was no danger present in the burning kitchen. He was looking around the place with a cheerful expression on his face, feeling much calmer and more relaxed.

"Seeeeee-!" He said, turning over to the female and gesticulating with one hand as he spoke. "I believe in the power of love, and I'm safe because-!" He stopped mid sentence as he looked down.

His socks were on fire.

...

"AHH!"

The moment he saw that his socks were on fire, he immediately let out a loud, high-pitched scream, his cheerfulness being replaced with pure, unfiltered panic in a matter of seconds. "Ah ah AH AH-!" Instantly, he started jumping around hysterically, hopping back and forth as he tried to put the fire out, completely losing his composure and going absolutely nuts.

Meanwhile, __ just stood over on the side, watching, amused by the absolute chaos unfolding right in front of her. In fact, she started looking through her phone while leaning against a burnt counter. "Hey, do you want to go to the movies next friday? They have this new film about a robot which helps animals and..." She trailed off, a devilish spark flashing through her eyes as she watched her boyfriend from the corner of her eye.

As __ mentioned the movie, Wander's little panicking brain made the connection, and suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. "The movies...?!" He said, abruptly becoming cheerful again, completely ignoring the fact that his socks were still on fire. "A new film! Oh, that's gotta be amazing Sure, let's go to the movies! Oh boy!" He was such a moron. "And then we can get some popcorn too! And maybe a coke as well, and oooooh! Maybe we can even-!"

He then stopped mid-sentence, once again looking down at his feet, and he noticed that the fire from his socks had somehow spread to his ankles and was now trying to crawl up his legs.

...

Yeah, it was a miracle how Wander was still alive by then, because the guy wasn't the brightest tool in the shed sometimes, really.

"Ah- OW-!"

"Wander." The female spoke up, her voice firm and slightly annoyed as she continued keeping her eyes trained on her phone, her smirk slowly widening. "You're burning." She added, simply stating the obvious, while her partner was still in the middle of screaming and jumping around.

"AAAAAAH-"

As soon as the female stated the obvious, Wander stopped jumping around the place in a panic, a startled and horrified look appearing on his little fuzzy face as he looked over at her with widened eyes. "Y-You mean I'm actually burning-?" He exclaimed, his voice coming out panicked and shocked.

...

However, after a couple of seconds, the realization finally seemed to sink in.

"I'M ACTUALLY BURNING-!"

"Yeah- You're burning alright." She responded with a small chuckle.

Without a word, she just pulled a fire extinguisher out of one of the half burned cabinets (somehow the thing was still unscathed) and proceeded to simply dump it on Wander, making the little guy scream and flail around as the entire kitchen got completely covered in foam.

And, once she was done completely smothering her boyfriend in foam from top to bottom, she paused for a few seconds, taking in the absolute masterpiece that she had created.

He looked like Santa.

An orange, fluffy Santa.

Wander, now fully covered in foam, looking like a miniature orange Santa Claus, just blinked at the woman for a moment. The foam was covering his entire body, his little fuzzy face, making it impossible for him to see anything. Even worse (better?) his hat was completely covered as well, making it look like a big Santa hat.

But...

"Ah!"

Wander's face lit up with realization as he looked down at himself. Of course, he actually looked a little bit ridiculous right now, though in a rather adorable way, so he honestly couldn't complain that much. That's why, soon a cheerful smile formed on his face, and suddenly he stepped closer to the female, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.

"I knew it!" He spoke up, his voice cheerful and excited as ever.

"That there was some good left in you after all!"

A bewildered expression appeared on her face, her eyebrows raising with confusion as her head tilted to the side, her phone slipping out of her hand slightly. "You-" She paused for a second, looking at him with an 'are-you-for-real?' expression on her face, before letting out a snort.

"You little idiot- You did this on purpose so I would help you, didn't you?!"

A sly grin appeared on the orange bastard's face at the question, showing that he was absolutely doing this on purpose. "GASP! Me? Do such a thing?" He let out a fake gasp of disbelief, pretending to beoh-so-offendedat the very assumption. "How could you think such a thing about me-? I'm hurt- I'm hurt-!" Despite his words, he continued hugging the female, his grip tightening a bit around her waist.

"Right." A short response sounded from the female as she spoke, a smug smirk forming on her face once again as she listened to his reply. "I totally believe you. Truly." However, despite the sarcastic tone,the smile on her face remained as she continued looking down at the little fuzzball clinging to her.

The little bastard on the other hand, still hanging on to her like a stubborn little koala, grinned up at her, his expression mischievous and rather cheeky as he opened his mouth once more. "Ah, I knew you would-!"

With that, he got on his tip toes, rising up to her eye level with his finger. And without even warning or anything, he abruptly poked the female right on her nose.

Just... giving her a small boop.

At the gesture, her face darkened with irritation for a second, her expression hardening as she looked down at him. "Hey-!" She let out a grumble, her irritation clear in her voice, her eyebrows furrowing.

She tried her best to stay stern, honestly.

...

She failed.

"Aww-!" Wander let out what could only be described as a childish giggle, his grin widening as he watched the female being slowly overpowered by the urge to just smile already.

And as he saw the irritation in her expression quickly being replaced by something warm and even fond, his chest swelled with a feeling of victorious triumph, and suddenly, he began to bounce up and down gleefully, still hanging onto the female's waist.

Abruptly her face softened even further as she noticed his actions, looking like an overly excited kid as they clung to her, his body shaking with excitement. Because of that, her mouth curled into a half-amused smirk as she looked down at the little dumbass, a soft scoff escaping her.

"You really think that just doing that will get you off the hook, don't you?"

Without hesitation, Wander shot his lover a sly, cheeky wink in response. "Oh, don't you worry darlin'!" He spoke up in a cheerful tone, his grin widening as he looked up at her.

"I know it will!"

[astarions-darling]

Your Eyes Can Be So Cruel

Raphael x GN!Reader I hate how there is no cutscene whether you win or lose against Raphael. Anyway, this is just a little drabble for if you lose (part of it was inspired by Labyrinth and I've borrowed some dialogue and altered it a bit) no real warnings but he is a Villain™

“And now down here comes the claw.”

You stares at the devil, his face twisted in glee as he stands above you. Lying on your stomach, you try to push yourself up on your elbows even though every muscle in your body screams in protest. Everything aches. Your skin is scorched and bleeding but the little strength you have left is used to sit up, your legs splayed to one as a hand stay firmly planted on the cold marble ground. Exhausted and bone-weary you sigh. It had been a long battle—a battle that has now been lost.

“What a clever mouse you thought you were,” says Raphael as his body shifts, the human disguise returning—not a hair out of place as he smooths down the front of his doublet. How you despise it when he appears so, and you feels he knows this. It makes him too soft and appealing, trustworthy. It’s harder to remember the devil he is with those warm eyes and soft lips. And those lips are dangerous, for his honeyed words spill so effortlessly from them and it’s all too easy to believe them. “But this is my house you’ve been scurrying around in and I’m afraid you aren’t leaving with my cheese. In fact, you will not be leaving at all.”

“Please, Raphael, I need the hammer! A deal—“

His face contorts, the unbridled rage from earlier returning, how it twists his handsome face. “No deals! I’ve been more than generous up until now.”

“Generous?” You can barely speak through a bloodied lip but you manage it. There is still the desire to fight burning low in your belly. You will not lie down like some obedient dog waiting for its master's forgiveness. Your words come out in a hiss between your teeth. “What have you done that’s generous?”

“Everything!” he roars, his eyes burning like the hells. You know his grip on control can only be held for so long, you feel the power radiating off of him. “Everything that you wanted I have done. You asked that I help you with your tentacle problem and I did. You demanded that I translate your little vampling’s scars. I did. I have offered numerous times to help you. I gave you an easy and painless solution, and yet you decide to come into my home and steal from me—destroying my house in the process." He sucks in a shuddering breath through his nose, eyes hard as he stares down his nose at you. "I have not crushed you like the ungrateful vermin you are. Isn’t that generous?”

“Please, let my friends go.” There is only desperation now and you are begging. It hurts you, more than the pain inflicted against you from his earlier wrath.

“Oh, I shall let them go,” The sudden change in his voice, from sneering rage to eerie calm is more terrifying than anything else. You feels your stomach turn to knots. “Even better, I'll return them to their masters.” There is something pressing against your sides and then suddenly your body is hoisted up. You can't move your body, arms pinned to your side. The cambion slithers up behind you silently before his hand is under your chin, forcing you to look at your fallen friends before you. Your back is pressed against his and your body yearns to fall against it, you are grateful that you are frozen in place and can't submit to the whims of your weak mortal flesh.

Raphael's other hand extends before you and you watch his long fingers snap, fire and magic uncoiling from their tips. There is nothing you can do but watch, horrified, as Karlach disappears in a flurry of ash. You had promised Karlach that she would be free. You had promised.

“Zariel will be happy to have our dear Karlach back.” The words are felt against your neck and they make you shudder. His fingers click again and you watch as Shadowheart disappears as well. “I hear Shar can be quite unforgiving but I’m sure the girl will survive.” You know what is next and your eyes land on Astarion as he lies crumpled and bleeding on the floor, his pale hand outstretched toward you. “And our little vampling—“

“Don’t!” you beg. You try to break free of his hold but the pain is insurmountable when you attempt it. “Please, don’t!”

A slight squeeze at your throat. “Perhaps this can be a valuable lesson.”

The third snap of his fingers rings in your ears, the smell burning your nostrils as the vampire disappears in a cloud of ash. You know you’ll never see him again, knows that he will die. There is a yearning chasm deep in your chest as your despair eats away at you. Astarion had escaped once, you tell yourself…maybe he will escape again. Maybe they all will. But you have little hope, in fact, you have none. Your tired eyes fall on Hope, her body lifeless and face blank.

“How sad it is for our adventurer when Hope is gone.” Raphael sighs, his face now coming to rest next yours. His voice is low and tender, and his cheek is pressed against yours, how it burns your skin. “Luckily for you, my little mouse, your master will be much more forgiving than those of your rabble." The spells suddenly ends and you collapse to the ground, limbs smaching against the hard floor as tears fall down your grimy cheeks. The devil circles you slowly, his footsteps echoing in the cavernous room, until he is standing before you.

Your glance up at him, and how you wish to fall into the blackness that lingers behind your eyes. His sneering face regards you. "Yes, I have been more than generous with you. But I can be cruel." The only sound is your laboured breathing as you scowl at the devil. His lips twitch into a smile. "Now kneel.”

[laura1633]

A shower, a spider and a suspicious team principle

A short Lestappen fic - Max and Charles get trapped in the bathroom by a spider!! Little bit silly, some fluff (contains some swearing and mentions of sex).

Max closes his eyes, his lips melting into Charles’ as they make out lazily under the warmth of the water.

“It’s almost time for your meeting” Charles mumbles against Max’s lips before pulling apart, laughing softly as Max whines and chases the kiss, “Stay there”

The Dutchman hums happily to himself, making sure all the suds are washed off his body whilst Charles goes to retrieve the towels. And that is when he hears it.

The Monegasque lets out the most blood curdling scream he’s ever heard.

“What? … Oh fuck” Max jumps out the shower and freezes next to Charles, water still dripping off his naked body and pooling on the floor, his eyes trained completely on the closed door in front of him. Well not actually at the door itself but at the giant fucking spider that’s decided to settle on it.

“Do … do you think it’s poisonous?” Charles stutters, it kind of looks poisonous….maybe.

Max wants to immediately scream yes because he’s already envisaging the headline “Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen killed by giant spider” because it’s fucking bigger than his hand and it’s definitely going to kill them and try and eat them. Instead he tells Charles “no”, the Monegasque doesn’t need his last few minutes on earth to be terror filled.

The two men stand routed to the spot, arms protectively wrapped around each other as they face down their captor.

“What.. what should we do?” Max stammers unable to think straight, his heart pounding in his chest.

“I think… I think we just have to wait for it to move away from the door” Charles doesn’t sound too confident.

“And if it doesn’t move?” Max doesn’t want to be pessimistic but they are essentially now in a hostage situation and whilst he’s not prone to panicking or over-exaggerating this is a truly nightmare inducing scenario and he is almost certainly not getting out of here alive.

“If it doesn’t move then… then we just have to live here” Charles laughs but Max isn’t sure if the Monegasque is completely joking because he has a horrified expression on his face. And maybe he is right maybe this is it. Max has been wanting to ask Charles to live with him ever since the day they got together, he would just prefer it if they didn’t have to set up home in some random hotel bathroom in the middle of Australia.

No, he has to be brave. And he can be. For Charles, he can be brave.

The Dutchman inches forward, “Should we maybe just ….” he tries to make some sort of shooing sound hoping the spider will instinctively understand and just move along but when it does shuffle an inch to the left he jumps back into Charles’ arms. And oh god it looks even angrier now, clearly it did understand what shoo meant and it’s not pleased. It’s not pleased at all.

“It will be okay” Charles places a soft comforting kiss on Max’s forehead.

“They just shouldn’t have so many legs” Max mumbles, because it’s true. Why does it need eight legs? The thought gives him a full body reaction, shivers running up and down his spine.

“Do you think we could climb out of the window?” Charles asks hopeful despite being fully aware they are on the eighth floor.

Max can just picture it now, the two of them perched on the ledge, eight floors up holding hands and practically naked and wouldn’t that be just a perfect way to come out to the world, “I don’t think that would be a great idea”

“It’s so big, why does it have to be so big” Charles groans

Max is beyond terrified but still can’t miss an opportunity, “That’s exactly what you said to me last night”

Charles groans and rolls his eyes, “Not the time Max… look at it.. it’s like Aragog”

“Aragog” Max repeats trying not to panic even more, he has no idea what that word means but he guesses it is a breed of spider and it sounds poisonous, deadly poisonous.

“Harry Potter? Charles huffs

“You going to cast a spell and magic it away?” Max retorts sarcastically, although if Charles was secretly some wizard now would be a really good time to come clean. Yes, Max has gone completely insane.

“No its…Aragog…that’s the name of the spider from … I knew you weren’t paying attention when we watched the movie”

Max would protest but it’s true, he wasn’t paying the least bit of attention to the movie. He rarely does, how could he possibly concentrate on the screen when Charles is pressed up against him feeling so nice and warm and breathing so softly and … oh fuck it’s moved again.

The two men jump back in unison, still gripping hold of each other for dear life, “Oh my god my phone… my phone” the Dutchman’s eyes widen with excitement as he spots his phone on the side of the sink. And Charles may have whined about him trying to take a picture of the Monegasque in the shower but he isn’t complaining any more.

“Who are you going to call?” Charles still sounds worried, “They will… I mean how do we explain me being in here with you”

Max lets out a strange strangled sound, he hadn’t thought that far ahead, “Maybe your shower wasn’t working so you came to borrow mine”

“Oh and we were just saving water by showering together” Charles adds clearly not impressed.

“Well they wouldn’t necessarily know we were in there together…” Max grips his phone, skimming his contacts and wondering who would be gullible enough to believe this was just innocent.

Daniel. Definitely not Daniel, the Aussie can read him like an open book, one look and he’ll know all the absolute filthy stuff him and Charles have been up to in that hotel room.

Pierre. No, Pierre has a dirty mind at the best of times so he’s automatically going to jump to the correct conclusion.

Lando. Maybe ….

As the Dutchman tries to work out if Lando would ever let him live this down his phone lights up and he instinctively answers it before cursing himself silently.

“Hello Christian”

Charles’ eyes widen.

“Where are you? Everyone is waiting. You only have to make it downstairs. You’ve got five minutes”

“No!” Max shouts a little too abruptly considering he is talking to his boss, “I mean I can’t I…”

“Max is everything okay?” Christian’s tones softens and Max can’t think of a single good reason why he can’t make it.

“I am trapped in the bathroom … there is…. Christian there is a spider” Max practically whines and he’s not sure if he is ever going to live this down but it’s all out there now so he lets himself sound as desperate and as as terrified as he feels, “I can not get out of the bathroom it is on the door”

“Oh for god's sake” Christian half sighs, half laughs, “I am coming to get you, I’ll get a key from reception”

Before Max can protest the Brit has hung up.

“Christian is coming” Max murmurs, he has no idea if that is a good thing or not.

Charles' face has gone white, “What should I do?”

“I don’t … well just hide in the shower, here I’ll throw a towel over the screen”

Charles climbs back into the shower and cowers in the corner and Max tries to act casual. Or as casual as you can be when you’re dressed only in a towel and waiting for your boss to come and rescue you from a spider which, in his defensive, is the size of a new born baby.

“Max I am going to come in now” Christian sounds hesitant.

Max suspects the Brit is more anxious about coming face to face with his driver’s cock than he is of the spider, “I have a towel on Christian. Open the door slowly though”

Max’s voice comes out at an almost hysterical pitch but if Christian opens the door and that spider bolts towards him he is going to have a full in heart attack.

In fairness to Christian he does open slowly before carefully scooping up the spider in his bare hands. Max wants to throw up at the sight.

“Open the window for me, I’ll pop him out there”

Max stays glued to the walls as he inches to the window and opens it before flailing back, the tight knot in his chest unraveling as Christian places the almost human sized spider outside. It’s probably off to terrorise some other unsuspecting person but Max can’t worry about that, it’s every man for himself.

“Thank you” Max’s face is bright red, this is the single most embarrassing experience he has had and Christian isn’t even trying to hide the amusement on his face. Max can’t remember what the meeting this morning was meant to be about but he sure as hell knows what everyone is going to be discussing now.

“What was that?” Christian jumps as a bottle drops to the shower floor and Charles groans.

“Nothing” Max tries to cover the sound with a cough

“Five minutes Max” Christian rolls his eyes and steps outside the bathroom and back into the bedroom. He smirks to himself as he passes the sideboard and clocks the race winners medal proudly laid out. The race winners medal that most definitely was won by Charles and not Max.

The Brit takes a fleeting glance around the bedroom before regretting it. He’s going to have to spend the rest of the day trying to block out the sight of Red Bull and Ferrari team clothing scattered all around the bed, the bed that very clearly still has a pair of handcuffs attached to it.

“Do you think he saw me?” Charles asks anxiously as he peers his head around the shower.

“No, definitely not” Max wraps his arms around his boyfriend and crashes their lips together, “I love you so much Charles”

“I love you to Max” Charles laughs as Max frantically peppers kisses all over his face.

Max knows he is being completely crazy but he is so happy to be alive right now and not being devoured by the largest fucking spider that ever existed.

“Move in with” Max mumbles whilst pressing a few hundred more kisses all over Charles.

“What has gotten into you” Charles squirms around and giggles.

“We’ve just survived a near death experience, it puts things in to perspective. Move in with me”

Charles is just about to laugh and point out that they probably weren’t in any actual mortal danger but Max is looking back with complete sincerity so instead he nods his head and throws himself into his boyfriends arms, “Okay, yeah, lets do it, lets live together ”

Max grins, he’s going to be able to wake up every morning with Charles wrapped around him. They can make pancakes together and snuggle up on the sofa and have a ridiculous amount of sex. This is the best day ever … well apart from the man eating spider and Christian seeing him practically naked.. but apart form that …best day ever.

[tobiasdrake]

Timey-wimey whippity woo, let's see what this new thing... do?

I can't be 100% sure but I think it hates me. It looks like it's going to try and murder me the second I touch it.

We do? Huh. Guess it's like the Vespertine at the Sky Council. I love being asked to retrieve things I already have. Important question: Will I be paid for it?

*jots down in notes* TIA is a Chatty Cathy when he's working. Okay, good to know. Wish I'd known that back when we were on speaking terms. So much I could have tricked him into talking about.

What the hell is a Chronophage? Like a... time virus? I don't think I want to be infected with a time virus. That sounds uniquely horrifying.

...did he? I guess he did tell B"st, but....

Hold up, because there is a communication breakdown somewhere.. Did he intend for you to bring us here or was he just rambling? Because if he was just rambling then no, he just left this somewhere in the world and we happened to get lucky and stumble upon it.

But if he did mean for you to bring us here then what the actual fuck, B'st? You never mentioned this! At all! And I specifically went around the ship asking people if they had anything they wanted to do following our gladiator brawl in Brisk.

Why didn't he tell us.

Why didn't YOU tell us.

I'm furious right now. A parting gift from one of the most powerful beings in the cosmos is not something we should just be randomly bumping into as an Oh By The Way.

...wait, is this what you guys were muttering about through the fucking tattered curtain like I couldn't hear every goddamn word you were say--

...

...

You know what, let's just say there's blame to go around and not focus on any individual Who Knew What and When, and move along to the important bits.

Wait, is...

...is this the Time Egg? Are we going to go get Garl?

I think we're going to go get Garl.

T-T This is the gallon jug of cookies he made for us. He was our bestie and we love him dearly. T-T

Shut the fuck up and get in the door before I shove you through GARL WE'RE COMING

T-T We'll be back with our plus one or the cosmos will know a fury that makes World Eaters seem quaint.

This is it. The moment of time Resh'an created by stretching out recursive loops of an infinitesimally small duration, right at the moment before Garl took his fatal injury.

Aephorul thought he did that so they could have some time to talk. But it was just more cheating, because fuck him. Get denied your rightful compensation for our violation of your rules, asshole.

We may have to be sneaky about this since Aephorul isn't frozen in time like everything else is. Alright, guys. A little unconventional but you know how we do.

Plan A: Quiet burglary. Plan B: Civil negotiation. Plan C: Hostile negotiation. Plan D: Armed robbery.

We're leaving with Garl. It's up to Aephorul to decide his level of involvement in that.

Hold up, are we going to have to trade you for Garl? Is that how this works? Garl comes with us, and you mold into his form so that you can repeat the actions he carried out in his final moments of life?

Please don't be offended when I say that I accept your sacrifice without hesitation thank you thank you thank you thank you.

Oh. Yeah. That's a good point too. I was treating this like we were trading lives but no, you don't get hurt by things. You're just given the conscious suggestion to behave as if you were harmed. You have a way better shot of tanking that hit than Garl did.

...

I mean. No. I already knew that and that was exactly what I meant when I said I "accept your sacrifice without hesitation", yeah. I, uh, I was already thinking that you were going to live and....

You know what, I made this really awkward and we don't have time. Let's just grab Garl and talk about it later.

Oh wow, when you're staring down the barrel of it like that, that shot is pretty terrifying. Garl is so brave. I am going to give him the biggest hug ever as soon as he's unfrozen from time.

What's the plan for rendezvous if you live through this? Do we meet you at Garl's grave and you ooze through the dirt or... or what?

Y'know, now that I think about it, this isn't even technically cheating. Aephorul was only promised that he could shoot one of us. Resh'an forgot to quantify an amount of harm to be committed. I yelled at him about that earlier.

So as long as someone takes the shot, no rules have been broken. It definitely goes against the spirit of the agreement but the letter is nonetheless satisfied.

Meet you at Garl's grave and you ooze through the dirt. Got it. We're doing Time Egg and Robo replanting the forest. We'll come get you as soon as we get back topside and finish the emotional reunion.

Have, uh... have fun pretending to be dying and basking in all of our tearfelt warm wishes. Oh, don't forget the monocle story. That's important. When we ask, Garl used a monocle to move the platform at Zenith Academy. It took him eight hours to concentrate that much sunlight and there was a night spent halfway up in the air.

Make sure you remember that. It's one of my favorite memories and I don't want it to... I don't know, be erased or something because we changed history? I don't know how time works.

That is the reason that I forgive TIA for abandoning me and no longer hold any hard feelings towards him of any kind. T-T

It's Garl. He gave us back Garl.

Serai your robot is showing he never learned about that

Hi... buddy... You, uh, you might have missed a lo--

*flat* What.

Okay, I was going to tell you not to freak out but it sounds like you have shit you didn't tell me either.

T-T I can't believe this is really happening. I've done so much violence for you. The most violence. With more still to come.

Okay, no. Seriously. What. That's not. That's not how this. This was not a resurrection, this was a temporal rescue. How did....

Did your ghost just Time Bastard you?

Having a very long nap. We should probably go grab him, huh?

I am so freaked out that you don't need anything recapped for you. Unfortunately, I can't question it too much because it's being overridden by my overwhelming relief to see you again.

[beetleskeleton]

Okay, so I just finished watching a play-through of Poppy Playtime chapter 3 and um

I have a lot of thoughts/pos

Btw, I don't support MobGames or anything in that nature. I just like the game for the story and cool characters.

Rant under the cut + Spoiler warning

My first thought is I love this chapter. I do enjoy the story telling while still being able to add more horrifying visuals that still are realistic in the world of the game. Especially with the whole 'dream hallucination' thing, which allows them to get creative.

Second, CatNap is so cool. I think he only says one line of dialogue and it's pretty hit or miss depending on whether or not you're listening. But that's why I liked Huggy Wuggy so much as an antagonist in Chapter 1. Huggy doesn't say a single word yet still manages to be perceived as threatening. CatNap is similar, in which he doesn't say much because he doesn't need to. Also purple cat, cool heckin design.

Another thing I like about CatNap is that people knew he was going to be the antagonist, he was always seen as a threat prior to the release of Chapter 3, but in the moment of seeing him in action, it pulls the rug from right under you. And I think that's really neat and it does a lot to establish how terrifying CatNap actually is.

Who the heck is Ollie. I mean, I don't hate him, and the name does ring a bell. But I'm not sure if I can recall an Ollie anywhere in the Poppy Playtime story pre-Chapter 3. Maybe it was in Project playtime somewhere and I missed it. But yeah, mysterious character I guess.

Umm, didn't really like Miss Delight that much. I mean, she works in the narrative of having a school at the PlayCare and the whole Bigger Bodies Initiative and what not. But I feel like she could've been more provoked or maybe get a little more of her character. Though there is more than one according to the tape showing The Hour of Joy, so that's probably the reason. It's fine I guess, I just want to see less filler characters going forward, if any at all. Some fleshing out of formerly introduced characters would be interesting.

Dogday, man. It honestly makes me feel so bad for him. Like, from what we can gather from what he says, the Smiling Critters all collectively agreed that the Prototype wasn't really okay with them. And CatNap, seeing that as protest, either did what he did to Dogday or potentially worse to them, or even maybe just straight up killed them. And that's so sad to think about. Also his whole bit actually unnerved me quite a bit. Usually I'm not disturbed with stuff from Poppy playtime (i.e what happened to Mommy Long Legs in Chapter 2), but that was the first time I got an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach.

One hell of a final fight holy shit. CatNap just going full out truly shows that he knows what he's doing, he knows who you are, and we don't have any other mention that CatNap has done that with any other Playtime Co. employee. It's very deliberate, and I like it. Also his death is brutal. All of them are, and Dogday definitely got the worst of it, but holy shit man. Looks like Huggy, if he is dead, got a more merciful death.

I mean, yeah he fell after hitting a bunch of pipes, but also we don't know if he's dead or not. Mommy Long Legs had a pretty gruesome death, being grinded up alive by a machine while knowing that if you die you'll become a part of presumably the Prototype is quite the troublesome death. I already talked about Dogday and how disturbed I was with his technical death. CatNap's was surprising, because it wasn't an 'if he was going to die', it was a 'how he was going to die'. And um, yeah being electrocuted, set ablaze, burnt to a crisp then stabbed in through the mouth by the Prototype will do it. Though I would like to see more of CatNap and Mommy Long Legs in future chapters, they're definitely my favorites.

Kissy Missy, oh my lord. The sounds of her screams from above the lift was so upsetting. I love Kissy Missy, please don't let her be doomed by the narrative please I'm begging I can't take the emotional turmoil.

Those are most of my main thoughts, though I will say more if people want to hear me talk about Poppy Playtime some more.

[demon-girl-2004]

This one is a bit angsty ! Could you write headcanons about the monkey kings that had a big argument with their SO, and how they are making up but their SO isn’t ready to forgive them yet?

I love me some angst- as long as it's not cheating angst that stuff makes me cry

Gender not specified

Romantic

A BIG argument

Nezha reborn sun wukong

It wasn’t really arguing at first. It was just a talk that he refused to take seriously and it just set you off, and it didn’t help that he kept cracking jokes while you were going off on him. Now on any other day you love how he makes jokes but you needed him to be serious and he wasn’t!.finally you snapped at him and he suddenly snapped back and it was just a downward spiral from there. Wukong was already a little tipsy so he was saying some pretty hurtful things. By the time everything was said and done you had left for the night and he had collapsed on the couch.

Now after you come home he's all over you, and he's trying to make sure you're okay as he apologizes. He's not even giving you a second of space- and it's not intentional! He's just scared you're gonna leave him after what he said. So when you gently push him away and ask for space and head up stairs to your shared bedroom he's absolutely horrified, he really thinks you're gonna leave him. He gives you a few hours of space before he knocks on the door and asks to talk.

“Lo-look! I know I need to take things more seriously and I will! I promise! Just please don't leave me…”

Once you explain that your not leaving him and just that your not ready to forgive him and need some space he breathes a sigh of relief.but he's still a complete wreck he knows he's messed up and he tries everything to fix it and i mean EVERYTHING from buying you stuff to trying to be more serious. 0nce he's back into your good graces he is determined to not let it happen again.ever again.

Reborn sun wukong

Arguments with him? Oh they happen all the time but they were never this bad. He just got done getting scolded by his Zhǎngwò and he was anything but happy. You tried to calm him down and comfort him like you always did. But he snapped at you, this was nothing new though he always snapped at you in moments like this. But this time he took it too far and he said some very hurtful things, so hurtful that Sandy and Pigsy actually tried to step in but it only made things worse. Once everything is said and done you ended up leaving the camp and heading over to the next town which was only2 miles away from where you all camped and ended up sleeping in an INN.

You didn’t come back the next morning as you knew that they would all pass through the town and you figured you would just join them there. So when Wukong see’s that you haven’t come back at all he’s in a painick, he thinks he may have finally scared you off for good. And that very thought scares him to death. So when they finally make it to the next town and he finds you there he's so relieved and he tries to grab your hand and pull you close to him but you pull away and say you need space. And he's terrified like absolutely scared.

“......you deserve better than this heartless demon…and you and i both know it”

He gives you a few days by yourself and finally talking to you, he thinks you're going to leave him. But when you make it clear you're not he’s shocked and can’t understand why because he's a demon and has no heart ((or at least that's what they say in this movie))but when you make it clear you're not ready to forgive him he understands. And he tries everything to make you happy with him from giving you gifts to being more physically affectionate with you.

DOTA2 sun wukong

We all know this man loves a good drink, well scratch that he likes a FEW good drinks. And when he's drunk he can get pretty friendly with other people and when i say friendly i mean FRIENDLY. Now let's make something clear: he would NEVER cheat. NEVER. But it's still hurtful to see him flirting with others.tho you’ve talked to him about this he never seems to listen. That is until he came home drunk off his butt and found you waiting for him and what followed was the worst argument that ever followed between the two of you. It's loud and harsh and the two of you are just tearing each other apart with your words. And it only ends because he passes out and falls to the floor.

You ended up having to drag him to bed and you made the decision to leave to a friends house for a few days- or what you thought would be a few days.in reality the moment wukong woke up he remembered everything and went to apologize but when he didn’t find you he freaked out. Now usually he would just leave you alone until he knew you had calmed down and then apologize. But he knows that if he leaves things like this it’s just gonna be worse. So he finds you rather easily and tries to talk to you but it's obvious you don't wanna hear him.

“Please.. I know you don’t want to listen to me but please just give me a moment….”

And he goes into the whole speech about how he loves you but he understands if you wanna leave him, and you cut him off and tell him you're not leaving him but you don’t forgive him- or at least not now. He starts crying knowing that you're not gonna leave him, and he does everything he knows to get you to forgive him. Gifts, hugs, food, kisses, poems everything, once you do forgive him he promises to lay off the drinking.

SMITE sun wukong

You two don’t argue in any of the sense of the word, like NEVER argue to the point where when you do have disagreements it literally just the two of you talking. But when he said he was heading off to fight a bunch of gods from different parts of the world?! Gods that could kill him?! And he was expecting to just support him and say goodbye like there's not a chance he will die?! You flat out told him no. And that one word started a wildfire of arguments that not even the great golden river could put out. He took it as you not believing in him and doubting him instead of you being worried for his safety. And he took offense to that A LOT of offense, the argument quickly got out of hand with the two of you now calling each other names. By the end of it wukong had left to fight the gods despite everything that had happened between the two of you.

He knows he took your concern the wrong way and he knows he needs to apologize but he also knows you need space especially after everything the two of you said. So It was three whole days until you saw him again and when you did he had new scars only reinforcing the thought that it was too dangerous. Wukong held his head in shame when he saw you again and the very first thing he did was bow his head and apologize without even giving you a moment to speak.

“I should have never talked to you in such a way….you’ve done nothing but believe in me and for me to assume anything else …it's moronic”

He asks if you still wish to be with him after everything he's said to you, he's prepared for you to tell him that you don’t wanna be with him as he believes it's the most logical step for you. But when you said you don’t forgive him but you're not leaving him, he’s in pure shock but he's happy and he swears he’ll make it up to you. He tries everything in the books to get back on your good side and once he does the two of you talk about him going to fight. You don’t stop him from going to fight the gods and he’s thankful that he sends you poems and letters almost every day so you know he's okay.

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS sun wukong

I had a hard time with this one because i don’t think you and him would ever argue- i mean what is there to argue about? Well there is one thing ahira, now ahira is a good friend of wukong and nothing more than a friends (( yes i know their shipped i like the ship but the i don’t)) and like dota2 wukong he would never cheat ((well none of the wukong’s would cheat)) and he only sees ahira as a friend. And you have no problems with her. In fact , your good friends just sometimes seem to hold her in a higher regard than you. And honestly that hurts you a lot you told ahira about this and she told you to tell him. So you sat him down to talk about it but what followed was horrible. He accused you of being jealous of her and when you tried to explain he just stormed off and didn’t come back.

He didn’t come back for two days because one day he was angry but on the second day he felt that maybe he had overreacted. He went to talk to Ahira and she snapped at him slightly for yelling at you when you were trying to explain your feelings to him. He quickly realized with the help of ahira that he had no right to do that to you and quickly rushed back to explain to you. But every time he tried you would just avoid or find some excuse to get away from him. He quickly came to the conclusion that you wanted to leave him- or at least you were thinking about it.

“Please let me apologize for what I’ve done!...please don’t leave me…”

He finally gets you alone when he grabs you and sits you down for a talk. He's apologizing every ten seconds I swear and he’s trembling slightly. He is genuinely scared that you're gonna leave him so when you say you're not ready to forgive him his heart stops. Then it starts one you say that you're not leaving him and he thanks you for staying with him. And the two of you have a long chat about your feelings and his. He apologizes a lot after that and works hard to get on your good side again, he gives you all of his attention- well most of it he is still a king and he’s very grateful once you forgive him.

LEGO sun wukong

Oooooh! You wanna know what you were arguing about? The way he treats MK, what had started out as you giving him tips on how to teach MK and all he did was dismiss you. It pissed you off! So you started to raise your voice and he still wasn’t taking it seriously. You told him that he has to take this seriously and once again he shrugged you off and you snapped at him. And it all spiraled down from there, the two of you had gotten into a screaming match on whether or not he was a good teacher for MK and whether or not MK could handle this. OH! Also how he seems to put all of his enemies onto the poor kid too-just him being a really bad teacher and you calling him out for i and him yelling at you. But of course he refuses to acknowledge it at all and keeps insisting he's a great teacher.

You end up leaving to pigsy’s shop and wukong leaves as well-because he's a drama queen -- and heads off to talk to mk and mei. Why? Well one he’s bored without you and too he feels like he may have been in the wrong. But he only really understands when mei practically screams at him for being an ass that he realizes that he's been very rude especially since you just wanted to help. He obviously rushed off to apologize but when he gets there and tries talking you don’t even look at him. He asks you if your upset with him and you stay silent then he jokingly asks if your leaving him….and your still quiet…oh he's’ having a heart attack

“You-you’re not leaving me are you peaches?.....please peaches…”

He’s gonna bug you all damn day until you finally tell him that you're not gonna leave him. He instantly relaxed and then he hears you say that you're not ready to forgive him though. And he’s right back to panicking, he is trying everything he knows to get you to forgive him. Hell, he even asked Pigsy for help! He even takes your advice which he realizes has helped a lot.

LEGO macaque

Oh no. this is gonna hurt. Arguments with him don’t happen often-shockingly- honestly he avoids arguments because he’s worried that you may hate him. But when you find out that he manipulated MK and physically hurt him? Oh your pissed. The moment he gets home he can see it in your face he knows he’s done something, and when you say what you know he instantly gets defensive. Now his revenge on wukong has always been a very tension filled subject for the both of you so the two of you . So when you start saying he went too far bringing MK into this when he has nothing to do with it, of course he fires back that he did what he had too you tell him he didn’t have too. He explodes and it catches you completely off guard, all of his anger and rage that he holds deep inside of him was now being pushed out onto you.and honestly it scared you- it scared you so much that you left! The moment he stopped to catch his breath you ran past him and left.

You left and after you left it literally took him only a few hours to realize what the hell he had just done. He's in shock at the fact that he could be so cruel to you, the only person that was in his side…the only one that loved him and put up with his shit. He instantly goes out looking for you immediately in his shadow for, he knows you're gonna leave him he just knows it. He doesn’t stop looking until he finds you, and when he does your in a gas station buying yourself enough snacks to last a month.he changes into his human form and walks over to you.

“Hey starlight…please let’s talk…please don’t leave me…”

You interpret him to tell him that you're not leaving him, and he stares at you in complete shock. You have every reason- every right to walk away from him et you stay…he’s thankful and completely understand why you say you don’t forgive him tho. And let me tell you he’s doing everything to get your forgiveness. You want something? Say no more he’ll get it! Cravings?? Hes got you! Anything to know that he still has your love.

Sorry this took so long!!

Masterlist

[sonder-paradise]

Can I request crack h/cs for the ADA playing wii sports pls

— 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐢 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐃𝐀

— 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢

somehow someway, this man cheats his way to victory. he's a menace that loves to get into the minds of his opponents to win. I'm not sure how he can keep that disgusting smile on his face as he wins for the ninth time today. literally all five games: baseball, tennis, boxing, golf, and bowling

is genuinely good at tennis though. he looks like a graceful ass fairy that has no clue how to fly normally when he smacks that little virtual ball over onto poor atsushi's court. do not let him win at tennis because he will never let it down.

calls himself a wii sports king. kunikida will give anyone permission to absolute rock his shit if they win. dazai also somehow makes it a competition as an excuse to slack off and let some poor soul (tanizaki, atsushi) do his work.

— 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

leave this poor boy alone. please he doesn't understand sports in real life how is he going to handle swinging a virtual baseball bat into the sky?? but he's probably worried he's gonna drop the controller because he straps that thing onto his hand like it's his only life support. i mean listen if he's against dazai, it sorta is.

not very good at any of the five sports. he just tries his best and is more focused on how strange his mii character looks rather than his game. not because he loves his mii but... did he always have that fucked up of bangs...? (no atsushi we love your weird bangs)

kunikida coaches him when they play golf together. kinda wholesome, kinda kunikida triumphantly trying to get anyone else other than dazai to win.

— 𝐃𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚

a true master at wii golf. but only wii golf. he seems like a golf man, you know what i mean? yeah. but anyway, he's going to be the one that ensures that everyone's playing by the rules. let's be honest here, dazai ain't the only one somehow cheating during this event. but hear me out here: if there was a fishing sport... he would win it every time.

is maybe just a little bit into the idea of turning the event into a competition but certainly not to slack off from work. thinks of it as a good bonding session for the agency. though i don't know much about bonding since everyone's this close to cursing yosano and ranpo for continuously winning tennis games together.

get's a little too into the whole thing and is adorably proud to have won his golf matches. look he had the most strokes out of everyone <3

— 𝐀𝐤𝐢𝐤𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨

literally a goddess at bowling. look at her form, she can do no wrong *-* but prefers to sit back and let the others play. lowkey makes atsushi play for her during the golf and baseball ones. but still laughs when he somehow manages to get multiple homeruns for her by some sort of cruel miracle.

okay but she's absolutely terrifying when playing boxing against the others. she's horrifying beaten dazai and tanizaki specifically into a pulp. literally orange juice by the end of it. the only ones she takes it easy on are ranpo, kyouka, and kenji. everyone else is forced to watch her start maniacally cackling at their upcoming demise.

is pretty competitive about it. she's been cooped up in her office all day, let her have some fun on the little wii sports game thing. okay, but her and ranpo are actual monsters on the tiny virtual tennis courts. their teamwork is unmatched.

— 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨 𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚

doesn't try to hard on many of these. most of the time he doesn't truly attempt at all. he's most likely the lowest on the scoreboard and doesn't quite see the appeal like the others. but he's pretty decent at tennis with yosano (primarily because he lets her do most of the work)

but when he does end up scoring pretty high by putting in the hella effort, he does that little thingy where he looks to fukuzawa to make sure he was watching. let him proud of his accomplishments goddammit. also brags about it like dazai will and on the occasion will cause dazai's cheating schemes or his bluffs when he's focused on winning.

has dropped his remote multiple times before. not sure how the agency keeps extras but he goes through at least three every time they do these game nights. they even bought him those covers for the remote but he managed to launch one out the window once still.

— 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐤𝐢

pretty much in the same boat as atsushi. leave the poor boy alone man. it doesn't help much that naomi will make a lot of comments about his form and how he should play. but when he does do well, he's extra proud of himself. looks to naomi as if asking whether or not she saw.

honestly not the best at any of the games except maybe baseball. i could see him being really focused and into the moment but the second he goes to swing naomi will break his concentration. other than that, he's honestly decent at it. everyone's screaming when they watch him slowly start accumulating points.

is usually the designated snack-bringer to these things. it wasn't even supposed to be an actual event or game night before he started doing it. his seniors (*cough* ranpo *cough*) just started asking him to bring snacks so he did. honestly prided himself on that job in particular.

— 𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

doesn't play too often. he prefers watching all his kids i mean employees (who are all essentially orphans so no difference rlly) play instead. sometimes they'll insist that he play a round of tennis or something simple and he just doesn't understand.

he swore he swung right when the ball came into his court and does he move with the mii or does he stand in place?? who threw that ball again? wait he controls the back court mii too?? leave the man alone, he just wants to understand what this magical white box does and where the freaking sensor on this thing is.

and if you're wondering if he does watch ranpo, he does and he's very proud of him when he wins. usually just nods his head sternly in ranpo's direction and continues to watch the rest of them play. seriously though, how does that devil white box work?

— 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

absolutely joyful to be included. he’s so impressed that these little people can be controlled through the screen by these little white remotes??? “city people are so cool!!” he’s not good at wii or technology in general but he’s more than excited to watch

was very dedicated to making his little mii look as perfect as possible. might have accidentally broken the tv once or twice and then drastically apologized after wards. never gets frustrated when he loses but thanks his opponent almost instantly

— 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢

doesn’t play too often. she doesn’t find too much interest in it and it’s only when dazai plops the controller into her hand or when atsushi urges her a little that she actually budges. when that happens she’s actually pretty decent at the games and if she does win someone will buy her tofu

atsushi and yosano usually take it easy on her since she’s still getting used to the game. she’s fully aware of this fact but doesn’t say anything still. she does like teaming with kenji though since she has the most fun with him while playing

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[rezzyromance]

Idk if this is how you request things or if it's just asking, BUT-

How would the Lords react to an S/O that's usually the chillest person that you will ever meet (not to be confused with a pushover because they are not), they've never seen them even mildly annoyed when something bad happens. But then something happens and, turns out, the S/O is utterly TERRIFYING when they're mad.

Hope this makes sense!

Aw man I'm gonna feel awful scaring Moreau and Donna :(

Alcina

You're relaxing on a beautiful morning. The sun is shining through the window just enough to warm the room but not hurt your eyes. You hadn't even changed out of your sleep wear. "How are you feeling, my dear?", a sweet voice rang from the doorway. You were sitting in your favorite chair near the window. You turn and smile at her. She walks over and rubs your face in her large hand before leaning down and giving you a soft kiss. "I'm feeling amazing. And you?", you grab her hand before she pulls it away and you place a kiss on her knuckles. "I'm feeling alright. There's a new maid here. She's a bit slow. I'm giving her until tonight to finish dusting the entire castle or else she won't see another sunrise." It was almost comedic how dark her words were as you both stared out the window and gazed at the beautiful scenery. "Come on Alcina.", you stand up and place your hands on hers, trying to hold them despite the size difference. "Give the girl a break. It's a huge castle AND it's her first day.", you knew your words would probably change nothing. Alcina was rather cruel, but you looked past it. You tried your best to make the nervous maids comfortable whenever they arrive.

"We'll see how she does." She gives you one more kiss before leaving the room. You sit back down in your chair, enjoying the warmth of the sun for a little while longer. You lose track of time, minutes maybe even hours go by. Suddenly, there's a crash not far from the door. You jump and stand up, no longer comfortable after being startled. "What in the name of Mother Miranda?!", you leave the room and look down the hallway. The new maid stood there with a terrified look on her face. In front of her was one of the paintings Alcina had on her walls, now with a broken frame and a hole punctured. Your blood began to boil. It was a painting of you, her, and the girls all together. It was your favorite. "How in the hell did you manage to do that?!", you begin to stomp towards her. She cowers and struggles to find her words. "I-I-I was just dusting! It fell and I-I didn't mean t-", you cut her off. "How the fuck did you knock such a large painting over just by dusting?! DO YOU THINK YOU'RE ALLOWED TO MAKE SUCH STUPID MISTAKES HERE?!", you unravel. "I-I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!", she almost begins to weep. "SORRY ISN'T GONNA SAVE YOUR ASS!"

"MISS DIMITRESCU PLEASE HELP!", she cries out. You freeze, realizing that the lady herself is right behind you. You turn to face her. Her eyes are wide with shock. She has never seen you like this before and never even knew you had this type of side to you. She was impressed as much as she was terrified. "(Y/N)? Are you alright my love?" She had no idea what to do as your seething slowed down. "Why don't you go back to the room, yes? Settle down a little and deal with her later.", she places a hand on your back helps walk with you back to the room. Once you're there, she bends down to whisper in your ear. "I don't know where this side of you has been this whole time, but I am so amazed by you. And also a little frightened."

Donna

The Beneviento house was usually a calm place despite its creepy aura. You and Donna are both quiet and chill people. Never once have you fought or even raised your voices at each other. It was pleasant.

You had planned a nice dinner for the both of you. You wanted to try out a new recipe and surprise her, so you made your way to the kitchen to get started. "Okay, what first? I guess I'll need a pot.", you go rummaging through the kitchen and you find the pots stacked within each other inside one of the top cabinets. You groan and stand up on your toes, grazing the pots with your fingers. It didn't take much to cause them to tumble down, crashing on top of you with a loud sound that followed. "Aw shit.", you sighed and picked up the knocked over pots. A small but annoying pain began to throb in your head from where it made contact with a pot. What you didn't notice was you forgot to pick one of the pots up. It remained unnoticed. "It's fine.", you say to yourself as you maintain your composure. Next, a cutting board and knife. You turn around and begin to walk forward to find the cutting board, but you slam your toe into counter. You wince in pain and grab your foot. "SON OF A BITCH!", you yell.

You calm yourself, still wanting to have a pleasant meal with Donna. "Alright. Everything's fine." You step forward and kick the pot that you had forgotten to pick up. It caused your freshly kicked toe to ache even more. "OH COME ON! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!", you scream and swear as you throw your arms up in pure rage and shock.

"...(Y/N)?", a gentle voice whispered from the doorway, causing you to whip your head in that direction. It was Donna. She looked absolutely horrified and almost looked like she could cry. "Is.. is everything... are you alright?", she worried. "Yes. I'm sorry. Just got a little pissed off.", you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, feeling bad for scaring the poor girl.

Moreau

You were sitting on the dock together, looking into the water as your feet swung back and forth above it. It was a sunny day and you two decided to spend it outside. Your hand slowly made its way over to his. His feet stopped swinging for a second as you entangled your fingers. "I don't know what I'd do without you, (Y/N)." his words were bitter sweet as a gentle smile formed from his lips. "Oh, Sal. You don't have to think like that. I'll always be here for you.", you kiss his cheek and continue to relax as you sway your legs.

"There it is! There's the beast!", a voice yelled from not so far away. You both look in the direction of the voice and see a few young village boys. Possibly between the ages of 13 and 16. Moreau had become some what of a scary story for the villagers. A tale that kids spread on school court yard and bring up during dares. But, you've never seen a kid brave enough to actually make it far enough into the reservoir to actually see Moreau. Now, there were about 3. All of them stood and pointed, shocked and terrified.

"Hey beast! Come get me!", one kid teases. You glare at the kids as a newfound rage begins to boil inside you. "Let's go back inside.", Moreau says before standing up from the doc. The sadness in his voice was heartbreaking. Suddenly, one of the children gathers the guts to pick up a rock and throw it as hard as he could. His aim was off, but not by much. It slammed into the wood near Moreau's feet, startling him. "Take that you devil!", he laughs. "THAT'S IT YOU LITTLE SHIT!", you begin sprinting in the direction of the immature brats. Two of them run from the direction they came from while the one who threw the rock was frozen in fear. You took the opportunity to grab him by the collar of his shirt. "Listen here you little waste of space. I'm gonna give you 3 seconds to turn around and run for your goddamn life. If you or any of your little snot-nosed friends come around here again, they'll be goddamn fish food. Do you understand?" The kid was too scared to speak and instead began to nod rapidly. You let him go and watched as he ran as fast as he could, screaming the whole way.

You walk back to the shack and find Moreau standing in the same place he was when you took off. His mouth was agape and he looked almost as scared as the kids. "You alright Sal? I made sure those little shits won't be coming around here anymore." "Yeah... I didn't know you could be so... scary", he says. "I'm sorry. But those kids were being cruel. I had to do something.", you say. "Well... it was awesome!", he smiled. "But also very scary!" You laugh which helps sooth him a little.

Heisenberg

"Screw driver.", is all Karl said with an outstretched palm. He was working on some type of mechanical heart for his experiments. He wanted you to lend a "helping hand" even though he could easily do it all by himself. He did this because he wanted to be around you, he was just too stubborn with too big of an ego to simply say it. So here you were, handing him every little tool he asks for.

"Do you want the big one or the little one?", you say with a hint of boredom in your tone. "Aw c'mon don't sound like that! Isn't this exciting? It's like you're working on it with me! Also, hand me the big one.", you do as he says and hand him the big screw driver. "I just don't get it. You literally have powers. You can easily do this by yourself and have been for so long. Why do you need me to help?" He pauses for a second and looks over towards you, his brow slightly furrowed. "I don't NEED you to help. I just thought it would be nice for you to help out. Plus, you're the one always bitching about me constantly working. Well, here you are! Helping me work! So, either suck it up or you can leave." His harshness had no real ill will in it. He was just confused and a bit too ignorant to consider his words. But, he was testing your patience. He continued to use the screwdriver until handing it to you without saying a word.

"Hand me a screw.", he demanded with his hand facing palm up again. "Which size?" "They're all the same sizes, dumbass." You feel your blood begin to boil. "They're different fucking sizes! This one is smaller than this one!", you hold up two screws that are obviously different sizes. This makes Karl angry. Not because you were right, but because you seemed upset over something that seemed so insignificant.

"If you came here just to yap in my ear, then I don't think I need your assistance.", he huffed. You put the selection of tools and supplies he was making you hold on the table he is working on and ball your fists. "You're the one who told me to do this in the first place!", you yell. "Yeah, because you won't stop bitching! Non-stop you're always compla-" you cut him off before he can finish. "SHUT UP!", you yell. The room goes silent. "YOU SAY I'M BITCHING? HAVE YOU HEARD YOURSELF? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST KARL YOU BITCH AND MOAN ALL THE TIME! I'M DONE TAKING SHIT FROM YOU!" He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't. He felt something much more overwhelming. Was he.. intimidated? He didn't move from his seat. All he could do was look up at you with a confused expression. What now? What is there to do? If he pushes you further, what would happen? He was actually too scared to find out.

You take a deep breath to calm down before speaking. "Now, if you want me to help with your shit, I'll stay as long as you keep your mouth shut. Can you possibly manage to do that?" He gulps nervously. "Yes ma'am."

[xxxangeleyesxxx]

Trigger Warning - Blood and Action Violence

Beautiful Crime

Curled up in the bathtub, with the shower curtain covering her shivering body, Nina cried. The blood from the bullet wound on her stomach drenched the fabric of the curtain and one of her favorite dresses. She screamed when another bullet came flying through the wall and hit a blue tile above her. She hoped that the metal and concrete of the bathtub would be enough to save her from another shot. Was this Dad coming to save her? Or was this a rival gang? Either way, she was terrified. She was probably going to die all alone in this bathroom. A causality of war.

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When the men who brought her here had first put the bag over her head and stuffed her into the car, Nina had struggled and panicked at first. It was a natural human reaction. But, like she had always been taught to do, Nina calmed down as quickly as she could and listened to her surroundings. She gaged the time she had been in the car to equate about 40 minutes and had listened to the voices around her. She recognized several. They were Goedelitz and The Baby’s men. She was probably being trafficked. Even though the knowledge of this was horrifying, Nina remained calm. Dad would probably find out she was missing in no time, and come to get her as soon as possible.

What she had not expected when she had arrived at the location however, was to be treated like an esteemed guest. Goedelitz and The Baby themselves had come to greet her, with a gourmet dinner nonetheless. Nina didn’t touch it, she wasn’t hungry, didn’t trust that it wasn’t doused with something, and any appetite she might have had left her when she watched the man across from her eat his meal. The way the “professor” slobbered all over himself while he bit into and slurped up the fruit made Nina feel more ill than she already had.

They told her then that they had found out that she, the sweet little bartender and cocktail waitress who worked at that underground bar, was actually gathering intel for the Bonaparte family. And not just that, instead of killing her had opted to hold her hostage to put her father in a corner. They had somehow figured out Nina’s relationship with Franz Bonaparte, her cover was completely and irreparably blown. Even if she did survive this mess she wouldn’t be able to do work out in the open anymore, she wondered if Dad would even let her outside by herself after this.

“Once my father realizes where I am, he will come! And when he comes he will make each and every single one of you wish you were never born!” Nina got up from her chair and slammed her hands on the table, tired of all of this fake politeness.

The two men across the table just chuckled at Nina like she was a naive child. Goedelitz cut into one of his pears and popped the piece into his mouth, the juice slipped out of his lips. Nina shivered in pure disgust. “Oh believe me, we fully intend for him to come. Once he realizes you’re here no force on earth could keep him away.” He looked behind her at his bodyguard and nodded his head, signaling her to be “escorted” out of the room.

And so she ended up in here. A small bedroom with a queen-sized bed and a bathroom connected. Nina hid in the bathroom, because if someone came to get her at least the other door opening would serve as a warning. She checked to make sure her spare revolver was secure in its place on her garter. She turned off the safety.

There was a weird sound coming from the sink. A strange tapping sound. Nina cautiously approached.

“Help me.” A woman’s voice said, it was light and accented. Nina looked around the bathroom and ever so slightly peered outside into the main room, but couldn’t find the source.

“Help me…” It was coming from the sink. Nina put her hair behind her ear and tuned in. “Please help me!”

“Where are you?” She was probably being trafficked, the thought made Nina’s heart quicken and her blood run cold.

“The third floor.” If Nina’s calculations were correct, she was currently on the second floor. She looked above her. “Please get me out of here! I have a baby boy, he’s too young to live without me!”

“They are holding me here too,” Nina admitted. “We have to work together. What’s your name?”

“Ayse.” The voice answered. Nina thought it was a pretty name. “We have to get out of here soon. I heard them talking, they are expecting to have a shoot-out!”

“A shoot-out?” It made sense, this was a rival mafia, and a lot of people had a vendetta against her father. This location could just be here solely to serve for his execution, and by extension hers. She had to remain calm however, her father had raised her to do such. “Ok Ayse, listen to me, here is what I need you to do. Go into the bathtub and make sure to cover your head.” Ayse immediately understood what Nina was getting at based on her quick agreement. Nina whispered into the sink the next part, being just loud enough for Ayse to hear. “I have a gun, if the shoot-out happens, we will both wait until it’s almost over, and I’ll grab you so we can both get out of here.”

Ayse let out a massive breath, Nina could even hear it through the pipes. “Thank you, a lot of bad things have been happening to me lately. You’re the first good person I’ve met. Are we friends?”

Nina smiled for the first time in what felt like an eternity but was probably only half a day. She felt the same way about Ayse. “Yes. We are friends.” Nina wanted to give her a hug, goodness knows they both needed one. Feeling a bit bolder Nina asked a little more loudly. “What’s your boy’s name Ayse?”

Before Nina could get her answer, a bullet flew past her head.

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Over the course of what was probably only about 20 minutes, but felt like a few hours, Nina lay there. Stuck in that sterile paper-white bathtub, watching so much of her blood leave her body. She was beginning to feel faint and a type of fear she never thought she would feel. This wasn’t the type of fear you get when you are on a rollercoaster or the fear you felt as a child hiding under the covers from imaginary threats. This was the fear of the inevitable. She was afraid of how tired she was getting, if she fell asleep she didn’t know if she’d wake up. She hoped, at the very least, that Ayse was ok.

The screams and the sounds of bullets ricocheting off of the walls had died down considerably, so Nina could listen to quieter sounds. One of which was the door to the bedroom opening, and immediately thereafter the knob to the bathroom being fidgeted with. She shakily held up the gun, her vision was blurry. After a moment, the person on the other side had enough and just shot the damn thing off of its hinges. They opened the door. Nina lowered her gun.

Thankfully, he wasn’t one of Goedelitz's men, but he also wasn’t one of her father’s either. She recognized him. He was the handsome blond man with pasty skin and an often aloof face that frequented the bar she gained intel from. She never got his name or any of the other men he usually associated with. It simply was not her job. She was there to keep an eye on bigger competitors, not whoever he was.

She breathed shallowly. “I’ll shoot.” She couldn’t yell even if she tried. “I-if you come any c-closer, I’ll shoot.” He came closer anyway. Nina couldn’t read his expression. She tried to pull the trigger, but her own blood made it slippery and she fumbled with enough to give him the upper hand. He grabbed her gun and set it aside. Then he, ever so calmly, pulled back the shower curtain.

Nina almost laughed when she saw his shocked expression, but that would just cause her more pain. “I’m pro-bably g-going to die.” She was surprised by how calm she sounded, she was anything but. Black spots appeared all over her already tunneled vision. She wasn’t thinking straight and said something then that she probably would never have said otherwise. All she could think about was Ayse, so she blurted out, and probably blew the poor woman’s cover, “Please make sure Ayse is ok.” before passing out.

@theartifxce

[littlesniggy]

Hi! Love your writing my dear ❤️ I was wondering if I can request head cannons with Marco, thatch, crocodile and Rayleigh with fem readers (separate) . They are having sexy time and then there crew mates walk in during the sexy time and fem reader is in a certain positions (any positions ) reaction from both parties.. thank you so much ! ☺️

Hey Anon! Thank you for requesting! This was a very interesting request and I enjoyed writing for them. I'm also a huge Rayleigh fan so glad to get a request for him this time!! I have no idea what Thatch was like since I never really cared for him (sorry) so I hope it somewhat fits what I wrote.

Warning: 18+, nsfw

Characters: Marco, Thatch, Sir Crocodile, Rayleigh

Marco

Marco usually has not that much free time to fool around with you but when he does it’s always quick but intense. He loves to make love to you even when it’s just a quicky and he is usually pretty careful as to not get caught. But even he can be forgetful, especially when your legs are wrapped around his waist so perfectly, giving him the perfect angle to drive his dick into you.

Neither of you hears how the door to the small room opens, too occupied with panting and quiet moaning. Your forehead rests against his strong shoulder and his hands are gripping your thighs tightly, pushing his member inside of you over and over again, the dirty sound of skin on skin filling the room.

It takes you two to realize your new audience simply because he is just standing there in shock, not knowing what to do. Ace always has something to say – just not right now. It doesn’t happen often that he catches the two of you in a compromising position; to be exact, it’s the first time!

But as much as he is in shock, you are terrified. I mean, it’s a pretty intimate position and most people like to keep this part of their life private. Marco is also shocked but it doesn’t take long for him to get his composure back. Good thing is, he is covering your body with his, so Ace doesn’t really see your naked form and he doesn’t really care that Ace sees him naked.

“When you’re done staring would you please leave yoi?” he’d ask, voice even and with no embarrassment. Is it awkward to face Ace after this again? Yes. Does Marco really care about it? Probably not and neither should you. Ace, however, will probably avoid the two of your for the next couple of days but it’ll go away.

Thatch

He’s a very open man when it comes to most aspects of his life and if both you and him would be okay with it he would have no problem someone watching (no sharing though!!). He likes to show you off to his crew mates, not in a tasteless way like “oh, look at how hot my partner is!” but rather in s more subtle way like moving his hands along your curves while he is talking to someone, diverting their attention to your body (you probably wouldn’t even notice he dies this on purpose sometimes).

I can also see him being the kind of lover to give oral rather than receive it. So, when the two of you are alone in a room, he probably coaxes you into allowing him to give you head, telling you that he wants to spoil you for no reason. In reality, it’s all just self-serving since he loves your taste and especially the sounds you make while he tongue-fucks you.

He likes to tease you a little while giving head and one of the things he does is have you stand on one leg, the other one is draped over his shoulder and you have to keep balance and not collapse onto the ground. He just loves to see your thigh quiver right next to his face.

This is also the position you two get caught in; him on his knees in front of you, his tongue eagerly fucking your core, one of your hands tangled in his locks and your mouth biting down on your other one to muffle your moans. So, given your position, you’re the one to see the intruder first and you’re horrified, to say the least. A loud squeak that sound unnatural coming from you in this position has Thatch alarmed and one quick look over his shoulder has him cover your body immediately.

“Don’t you ever knock before entering a room, Marco?” he asks, a small scowl on his face. Marco is not as shocked as Ace in this situation and he finds his composure rather quickly. “Sorry. Didn’t know this room was already occupied yoi.” He says with a grin before he leaves the room, not looking at you to save you from more embarrassment.

“Did it just turn you on when he saw us like this?” he asks, of course noticed you clenching around his tongue. This doesn’t deserve an answer and you push him down between your legs again, wanting him to finish what he’s started. You wouldn’t tell him weather you liked it or not – at least not yet.

Sir Crocodile

It would be very difficult to actually catch the two of you in a compromising position. Sir Crocodile is a man who likes to keep most of his live to himself, even Nico Robin doesn’t know half of it! So, naturally, he also only has sexy times with you in his private chambers. But there are times which are rare and far in between, where he lets you seduce him in a more ‘public’ area (still inside his private domain!).

In the contrary to Thatch, he likes to receive oral rather than give it and every time you seduce him in starts with you between his legs while he sits in a chair, smoking a cigar. He makes sure not to drop any of the ashes onto your head though. It’s dirty and nothing else. Plus, he doesn’t want you complain to him about it.

He loves hearing the lewd slurping sounds you make when you take him between your lips, the small choking sounds when you try and take him in even deeper and your small, muffled moans while you do. He can’t help but get turned on by it even more.

He probably knows that someone is approaching the door way before it actually opens – and he does nothing to stop you. Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t like being walked in while you deep throat him but you just had to seduce him so you had to live with the consequences.

“Nico Robin. Can’t you see that I’m busy?” he asks in his usual dragged tone, a small simile on his lips. When you hear her name you instinctively try to get off of him but the hook on the back if your head doesn’t let you. He is not too keen on Nico Robin seeing his dick so naturally, he has you cover it with your mouth. You feel the heat come up in your face and you want nothing more than to just disappear but you have to sit through.

“Oh my, you should’ve told me that in advance. Now I’ve caught you two in a quite compromising position. I apologize.” You hear her say but you know she doesn’t feel one bit remorseful and neither does Crocodile. They have just a way higher tolerance for embarrassment than you do. When the door clicks, indicating she’s left the room, the man lets you come up again, letting you take in a deep breath. “Next time, maybe you should think twice about wanting to fuck you anywhere else but the bedroom.”

Silvers Rayleigh

Rayleigh is an open man and he rarely, if never, feels shame when it comes to his personal life. He doesn’t go around telling everyone about him and his sex life but if someone (he knows) asks or more likely wants to have some tips or advise he is glad to give it to them. When it comes to details about his sex life he is like a book with seven seals. He can talk about his experience in general but not what he does with you in the bedroom. It’s just common decency.

He loves to flirt with you on deck in front of the crew and he also kisses you from time to time but anything more intimate is reserved for the bedroom (or anywhere else, really). He’s quite some experience, even during his younger days. He doesn’t sleep around a lot but if he wanted someone, he usually got them. Because of this, he got to explore some kinks and his most favorite is you in blindfolds. It’s nothing special but it really does it for him.

He also likes the reverse cowgirl when you’re wearing the blindfolds. Given, he doesn’t see you wearing them but the knowledge that you’re completely relying on him turns him on. When he can hold your hips while you move on top of him, your ass always in sight; that’s just the best.

Just like Crocodile, he knows when someone is approaching the room but in this particular moment he wasn’t fast enough to bring you underneath him to cover you with his body and Roger just marches in, wanting to tell Rayleigh something. When he sees you two in this position, he’s already out of the room, not uttering a single word and Rayleigh has never been so glad that you were wearing blindfolds.

You’re confused as to why he stopped thrusting up into you. “Why did you stop?” you pant and he just chuckles a little. “No reason. Just appreciating the view.” He lies, not wanting to bother you with the thought of your captain not only seeing you naked but also you fucking yourself on Rayleigh’s dick. He knows Roger will never mention it and like hell he would bring it up. It will cause nothing but trouble

[thekingwhowouldhavebeen]

Anakin Skywalker Headcannons (Part 2)

Hey there! Welcome to part two of Anakin Skywalker headcannons! Please note, these are all PERSONAL opinions and not to be claimed as fact! Some of them are random so have fun lol!

Some may be contradictory to Cannon but do I care? Not really. They didn’t give me my Anakin angst so I am getting it myself (Cue evil laughter!). 

Part 2 of ???

Ask questions through my ask and I’ll happily respond!

I will be tackling more heavy and sadder Headcannons, and diving into some triggering stuff. You have been warned! Anyways, lets get to the headcannons!

Trigger Warning List

-Implied Non-con

-Mentions of Suicide

-Basically everything that is related to slave/child abuse

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-Anakin deep down always kinda of knew what his fate was to be. He’s had visions of death, of burning, of hatred ever since he was a child and it wasn’t until Mustafar, fighting Obi-Wan that he realized that no matter how hard he tried to change things, he ended up exactly where his visions put him. It was too late then, and his guilt was washed away from the flames. Anakin died screaming. 

-Anakin deep down is a massive people pleaser. Him putting on a disobedient front more often than not is just an act. Generally, he will listen and only disobey when he genuinely thinks he’s in the right. That doesn’t mean he isn’t having a mental breakdown over it and has to work himself up before going to Obi-Wan or the council. 

-There was once a time when Anakin was a Padawan where Mace Windu was like “You have greatly disappointed me Anakin Skywalker” and Obi-Wan had to quickly soothe the rising panic that Anakin started feeling. 

-Anakin has a shit ton of panic attacks but he’s really good at concealing them now. At least until he has the privacy to be alone. Obi-wan can sometimes sense it, but its more common to find him hyperventilating over a droid because something came to be a bit to much. However, surprisingly, it’s Rex and Kix who know immediately when something’s up. Sadly, they can’t always be there.

-Anakin often questions Obi-Wan’s love for him. He gets incredibly insecure and sometimes thinks he only tolerates Anakin’s affections for him. Padme tries to tell Anakin that isn’t the case, but she also knows her words do little justice. Sometimes, Anakin just needs to hear it from the source. Obi-Wan is just too stubborn to realize how much he keeps himself from Anakin and Padme and sometimes needs a good wack in the head to realize he’s hurting one of the most important people in his life. Padme never questions, and she never needs too.

-Anakin, despite loving and adoring Ashoka like a little sister, is terrified of failing her. All he wants to do is be a good master, but even more does he want to be a good friend. He’s scared that he can’t be both.

-Anakin on many occasions has genuinely considered leaving the order. Frankly, if Obi-Wan and now Ashoka aren’t there, he probably would have already left long ago. He holds a lot of anger, distrust and hatred to the Jedi Council and its code. He still hasn’t forgive them from the things they have said all those years ago.

-He genuinely doesn’t feel like he has a place in the Jedi. He has to be friendly to the people who bullied him. He has to be kind to the Hutt who sold him. He has to be gentle to the men who whipped him. At least the Jedi never forced him to see Watto again. 

-Anakin knows he’s pretty. Of course he does. He’s been called it all the time, by almost everyone he knows. The only person who never dared to use that word was his mother. Slaves know what being ‘pretty’ means. He wishes sometimes in the war that his face got scarred up more. That he has to suffer a wound so grievous that it forever scars him and makes him look more like a horrifying monster, forced to wear a mask for the rest of his life, rather than a Child of the Sun. However, out of everyone saying he looks pretty, Palpatine is the only one who sends shivers down his spine and make his lips curl up in disgust.

-Anakin isn’t as sexually active as most people think, due to a few experiences he had as a slave. He only participates when Obi-Wan or Padme initiate it, but he never does so himself. He NEVER talks about it, and TBH not even Obi-Wan and Padme know about it. He never talks about it during the private moments with Padme or Obi-Wan that he can still feel the phantom hands, the stinging pain. Its something he truly keeps close to his chest. A lot of painful memories were brought up with Miraj during the Slaves of the Republic Arc, and a lot of new memories were made. Ashoka nor Obi-Wan didn't understand why Anakin didn't want to be touched for a week. They were wanting comfort, and offering it to him. Yet Anakin never approached them. However his dislike for it doesn’t mean he doesn’t find enjoyment in it. Through Padme and Obi-Wan, he learns that it doesn’t have to be painful or scary. So while he doesn’t particularly desire it like Padme and Obi-Wan, he doesn’t mind giving that part to them.

-He knows he wasn’t always going to be staying with Watto. He was being trained on the side lines, he never told his mother. He just hoped he could free her before he was sent to the brothels. He was ‘pretty’ after all. 

-He is probably sometimes over protective of Ashoka, and holds a lot of anger at the council from the Zygerrian mission. The council doesn’t seem to understand how in danger she was, and he is forever thanking the force that she got out relatively unscathed. Not that Anakin did. He still doesn’t talk of that time there.

-He has EXTREME claustrophobia. Obi-Wan has tried to help him through it, but as soon as Anakin gets it into his head that he’s trapped in an enclosed space, he’s immediately freaking out. At least now he doesn’t openly sob or show his panic. Better for Obi-Wan to think he trained it out of Anakin. However Anakin remembers being in a box when he was young, separated from his mother despite feeling her close by. Feeling like he could barely breath, sweltering from the heat of the desert sun and his own body. 

-He can be possessive over his food, and NEVER leaves scraps. He will always eat everything presented to him on his plate, and has many occasions ended up with him throwing up because he ate so much. Obi-Wan just chalks it up to not wanting food to go to waste. He never considered that Anakin once had to go for days without food.

-Anakin's experiences as a Slave were a LOT worse than people think. He doesn't like talking about it, but people can find little things in his reactions to prove it. The widening of his eyes when someone yells at him, the way he sometimes flinches at a raised hand. The way he'll momentarily panic when he's injured and has to tell Obi-Wan.

-The biggest reason why Anakin likes Droids more than people sometimes is because Droids won't ever have the desire to own you. In Anakin's eyes, they are just as much a slave as he feels sometimes

-Anakin has tried to commit suicide once. He doesn't talk about it, and no one knows. He still keeps the letter he wrote in his pocket, just in case he decides to go through with it.

-He has a really hard time wasting water. Same thing with food, he won’t waste water. First time he saw The Room of a Thousand Fountains, he almost had a break down with how much water they were wasting. Now he knows that logically he will never run out of water, doesn’t mean he will use it frivolously.

-Anakin DOES NOT like to be cared for (actually he loves it but he has a hard time accepting it). Accepting help means a price, and he still struggles with the knowing that's not always the case.

-There are times in his life when Anakin does NOT want to be touched. He will actively avoid it, move his body away from people trying to touch him, hug him, anything. He’ll pull away from kisses, keeping his hands in his pocket so he doesn’t have to shake hands, and just obviously ignore signs. This usually lasts for about a week and Obi-Wan can never figure out WHY it happens. 

-He also goes mute sometimes. This lasts longer, and the last time it happened he was mute for a month. Not even Yoda can figure out what’s blocking Anakin from speaking, but sometimes Anakin just doesn’t want to talk.

-He suffers from really serious depression. Times when he can’t even pull himself out of bed. Just curling under the covers and not able to do anything but lay in his misery. First time Ashoka found him like this caused her to panic and run to Obi-Wan thinking he was poisoned. Now she knows better, and instead is just there for him.

-Anakin still holds some bitterness in the Jedi for never letting him free the slaves. Same goes for Padme. She never seemed to truly fight to end slavery. Anakin sometimes wonder just what they think of him sometimes. Do they really not know the horrors of Slavery. He considered once taking Padme in person to see it. And he knows Obi-Wan saw a glimpse, yet still. He had it easy. At least he was in the mines. 

-Anakin knows his anger is bad. He tries so hard to control it, but when he can’t he’ll take it out on himself. Push himself. Tear himself apart. Force himself in situations he doesn’t like, situations he feels the need to throw up from, just to punish himself. Its the ONLY time he’ll ever initiate things with Obi-Wan and Padme. Yet they are oblivious. They always seem to be. 

-Anakin didn’t like how he was constantly forced to cut his hair as a Padawan. Soon as he had freedom, he chose to grow it out because at least then he felt better about it. Felt like he had SOME bodily autonomy. 

-Obi-Wan once used Anakin’s looks for negotiation once. While Anakin played along with it, at the end of the mission he very sternly told Obi-Wan “If you ever fucking do that again, I will NEVER forgive you”. Obi-Wan listened. 

-Anakin has a dissociative disorder, specifically OSDD B1 where all the ‘alters’ share the memories of what happened, but not the emotions that come with it. However, there is only 1 other Alter, to which he goes by the name of Slave. Created to protect Anakin during some of the worst moments and occasionally has come out during his time as a Jedi. Obi-Wan can sense a shift, but never really can tell that Slave and Anakin are different people since Slave knows how to act as his counterpart. He prefers staying dormant. However, he does gain an official name eventually. “Vader’. Brought forth to protect Anakin from Palpatine, and well all that Slave desires is to please the master. He will obey every order to avoid punishment and pain. Anakin was under such emotional and physical duress that Slave was pushed forward and took charge. Anakin vaugely awoke with searing pain watching Obi-Wan leave, before falling back and letting Slave take the reigns now. He hates what they have done. 

-Anakin HATES being drugged. Despises it more than drinking. If Obi-Wan can tell something’s drugged, or if Anakin finds out after he swallows it, he will put his fingers into his mouth and force it back out if its not to late. He’d much rather drink than get drugged because at least drinking gives him a better chance of being aware. 

-Anakin forever has Ashoka’s Padawan beads. Even as Vader, they are tucked safely away in his pocket. Protect and loved. He wishes he could run his fingers along them as he used to when she first left. 

-Anakin personally helped Rex, and quite a few other clones paint their armor. In turn, he’s even let them paint his own. He keeps that set safe in his room, too terrified to wear it cause he doesn’t want to lose something so special to him.

-First time someone genuinely complimented Anakin, he cried like there was no tomorrow. He was complimented a few times before, but for some reason this one really seemed to make him realize that it was a compliment and not some form of back handed insult. He tries his best to compliment people, and prefers teaching Ashoka through positivity rather than negativity. The only time he yells is when he’s scared or he feels like he genuinely needs to (which is more than he would like, especially the first few months)

-Anakin doesn’t actually know his birthday, or really how old he is. He and his mother can estimate, but they don’t actually know for sure. He just said a date for his birthday just to get Obi-Wan off his back.

[yourbestpalpercy]

Finished it!! Mwahahah!

Marx: *Awake by the sound of a battle, he rubs his cheek and looks around.* “Wh…happened?” *he looks up at the sky to see Nova was still there and the two Kirbies are fighting over a wish.*

Marx: *He realizes he’s not too late and shoots off to get his wish.*

Marx: *Carefully, he lands on Nova with a smirk.*

Marx: So..Nova right? Heh oh have I been waiting years for this moment!” *he climbs now and hovers in front of Nova.* “Nova…I wish-“

Kirby: W-Wait! Marx!

Marx (super quickly): I WISH TO BE POWERFUL ENOUGH TO DEFEAT KIRBY ONCE AND FOR ALL!

Kirby: Marx! No!!

Nova: …..Okay…3…2…

Marx: *He laughs turning around.* “That’s right! Nova’s power is all mine! MINE! Soon you’ll learn to fear me as you should’ve ALWAYS!”

Kirby: *He flies forward, disregarding Marx (and getting a hateful glare from him) “Don’t grant it! You don’t know-!”

Nova: 1….Go!

Marx: *He laughs and holds his arms out, fully accepting what would soon come..*

Kirby: *Kirby looks to Marx, horrified.*

Marx: (Now wincing and ready for it before pausing): Uhh…. I said..! Argh! Why is nothing happening?! Where is my power, you stupid-!

*He is suddenly interrupted by a spike of pain through his body*

Marx (screaming and beginning to thrash and transform) Wh-What the?! Wh-What is happening?! *He watches red talons tear from his gloves as his eyes darken and turn black with red pins for pupils. Marx was horrified, trying to claw and make it stop. His fur deepens in color.*

-Both Kirbies whimper as they watch Marx’s form mutate and change to be more monstrous than anything seen before. Marx’s screams fill the air. His screams crying for help and how much it hurt.-

*When it was all said and done, Marx slowly landed on the ground, panting softly as his new wings flap a little. He was turned away, holding onto his hat tightly.*

*Everyone watched as he growled and stood up. By now, everyone had stopped fighting, recognizing the much bigger threat.*

Marx Soul: *Still lightly panting*

-A waddle doo approaches before slowly and carefully tapping Marx on the back-

-The camera focused on Marx’s wide, crazed red eyes before the screen goes black-

-With a sudden scream and the sound of ripping flesh, the camera warps to the sight of Marx Soul stabbing and tearing into the waddle dee as onlookers watch in terror-

Marx Soul: *When he finally stops, he groans and holds his head* “Wh…What is this…sweet taste..? It doesn’t taste like chocolate…” *he murmurs, looking around.*

-He notices how horrified everyone looks before chuckling a bit.-

Marx Soul: “Aww…are you guys scared..? Now that I’ve finally made my wish..” *he begins to walks towards them, grinning.*

-The two kirbies watch from above, terrified as to what Marx might do.-

Marx Soul: “This planet…AND it’s people…!” *he starts giggling.* “Will all be mine. Mine to control. Mine to hunt. MINE to kill whenever I want! Mine…Mine..! Gya ha haa..! MINE TO DESTROY!!” *He cackles shortly before charging at the two armies, claws and teeth bared.*

-By now, Marx’s sleep spell had worn off, allowing more people to join the fight.-

OG!Knuckle Joe: *He tries to attack Marx only to get immediately hit out of the way.*

Marx Soul: “Pathetic! You think you can stop me?! NOW THAT I’VE BECOME MORE POWERFUL THAN KIRBY?!”

OG!Kirby: *Leaving Shadow Kirby, he tries to reason with Marx’s new bloodlust.* “Marx! Please! You need to snap out of it!”

-Marx Soul lets out a growl and turns to Kirby with burning hate in his eyes.-

Marx Soul: “Snap…OUT OF IT?!” *He slashed his claws at Kirby.* “AFTER I’VE BEEN TRYING TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN FOR SO MANY YEARS?!”

Kirby: *He whimpers before turning into Fighter* “Rising-!

Marx Soul: *Marx caught his hand with a grin, leaning in and staring into Kirby’s fearful eyes.* “Rising break..? Pathetic…you’ve used it so many times on me! I’ve learned..and you wanna know what I feel a better option would beeee…?” He smirked, his other hand sparking.* “ELECTRO SLAM!!” *he slid his foot back and quickly jumped into the air and threw down both Kirby and an exploding ball of energy.*

-Kirby lets out a shout of pain and hits the ground-

Marx Soul: *Grins before laughing* “Hehe! that Nova! She ain’t no joke! She reeaaaally granted my wish, didn’t she?!” *He picks up Kirby, ready to finish him off when-*

WAM!

-A hammer strikes him right on the head, causing him to scream and drop Kirby-

Marx Soul: “WHO DARES HURT THE GREAT MARX?!” *He spins around and sees King Dedede*

-King Dedede, now paired up with his shadow counterpart, smirks and swings again, realizing this was still the same Marx, easy to irritate.-

Marx Soul: *He lets out a growl before firing a beam.*

SKD: *In response, he lines up his shot and fires missiles at him while he’s distracted.*

Marx Soul: *He looks shocked before spinning around and barely blocking the missiles by pulling his wings around him. He slides back a bit. Marx growls loudly before he hits them off with a powerful screech.*

-Shadows and normals continue to try and fight off Marx Soul, but it becomes quickly apparent that he’s too powerful now-

-Cool Ghost stares at the ground, horrified.-

Cool Ghost: “H-He’s more powerful than Kirby! There’s nothing we can do!”

King Dedede: *He taps him.* “Sure there is! He’s still the same Marx under all of that! We just have to keep going! He’ll crack eventually!”

Cool Ghost, hissing: “What makes you say that?! He’s clearly got insane!”

Shadow King Dedede: “Notice how-“

Marx Soul: *He slams his claws down onto King Dedede.* “SHUT UP AND FIGHT ME!! I hated you before, you fat penguin! But now there’s TWO OF YOU! DOUBLE THE HATRED!!”

*King Dedede shouted in pain before swinging his hammer and hitting Marx on the cheek hard.*

Marx Soul: *He hits the ground hard before spitting up some blood. Marx stares at the ground before licking the blood off his face.* “There we go..! Try to stop me! Better yet..FEAR ME!!” *He shouts and flies into the air.*

Kirby: *He weakly stands up and watches as shadow Kirby strikes Marx right in the head and slamming him into the ground, enough to daze him for a bit.*

Shadow Kirby: *Using this time, he summons the mirror and commands Kirby to go inside and find Marx’s shadow counterpart while he and the others fight off Marx Soul.*

Kirby: *He nods and jumps into the portal.*

Shadow Kirby: *Shadow Kirby huffs as he watches Marx Soul grunt and stand up.*

Marx Soul: “You…!” *Marx charges at Shadow Kirby and starts slashing at his face.*

Shadow Kirby: “BURNING!” *he charges Marx as a burning fireball.*

B O X: *He punches Marx into the ground causing the ground to crack.*

Marx Soul: *He lets out a loud scream.* “THAT. IS. IT!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!” *He shouts and shoots into the air and tries to use his black hole ability. He stops when he can’t feel it inside of him.* “Eh..?” *Marx pats down his body, growling. He looks up at his forehead when he hears a slice cut through the air. Marx was angry at first when he sees it. A split. He watches with horror as his body slides apart into two halves…and then violently pull apart as a large black hole forms in the middle. He lets out a pained scream before teleporting away and on the other side of the battle field back together.* “Wh-What was that?!” *He pats himself down again as the cut seals up as though it never existed.*

Shadow Knuckle Joe: *During Marx’s confusion, he strikes Marx in the cheek, sending him back some.*

Marx Soul: *He lands near a puddle, causing Marx to whimper as he saw two yellow eyes staring at him.* “Oh no..”

-A crocodile bursts from the puddle and tries to snap his jaws down on Marx’s face.-

Marx Soul: *He grabs the crocodile’s jaws.* “Heh! Nice try! NOT THIS TIME!” *he snaps the crocodile’s jaw before turning back to everyone…shortly before getting punched right in the face by something. Marx lets out another scream and hits a large rock.* “Wh-What!? Who-?!”

Kirby: *Kirby stood besides his counterpart as a familiar figure landed on the ground, panting.*

Shadow Marx: “Star Dream….” *He punches the bridge of his muzzle.* “I still can’t believe you all left me behind! This invasion could’ve been as easy as stealing candy from a newly made orphan if you hadn’t!” *He whined slightly.*

Marx Soul: *He froze, staring at his counterpart.* “…Heh…haha…! Ahahaha! GYA HA HAAA!!” *He cackles loudly, grabbing his face and digging his claws into his cheeks.* “So you bring my own counterpart?! To- to come and fight me?! Pathetic!!” *he laughs loudly before scooping up his counterpart.*

Shadow Marx: *He glared at Marx Soul.* “Hmfp…thought something like this would happen,” *He balled his fist, showing no fear towards Marx Soul.*

Marx Soul: *He, however, could see through his shadow counterpart, already noticing the act he was putting up. Marx Soul smirked, now getting a new idea.*

Marx Soul: *Marx Soul’s eyes began to swirl as he giggled.* “Who’s to say he’s not as easy to hypnotize as me!”

Shadow Marx: *He tries to turn away but Marx Soul holds him tightly, forcing him to stare. Shadow Marx tries to wiggle free to no avail.* “Oooh no…” *He twitched a bit, his eyes swirling. He quivered.*

Marx Soul: “It’s sad you thought my counterpart could defeat me!” *At one point, he started muttering commands under his breath, watching as Shadow Marx slowly became less tense, giving in.*

-Everyone looked stunned as they watched Shadow Marx fall..just like that!-

Shadow Kirby and Kirby: *They looked defeated..*

Marx Soul: *Marx carefully placed Shadow Marx down.*

Shadow Marx: *He panted before looking up at everyone and teleporting right behind Shadow Kirby, hitting him into the ground.*

Kirby: *He jumps back.*

King Dedede and Shadow Dedede: “RETREAT!!”

Shadow Kirby: *He gets up quickly.* “Retreat?! No! Come on you idiots! We-!”

Marx Soul: *He appears behind Shadow Kirby and snaps his jaws down on him, near instantly and possibly killing him.*

Kirby: *He steps back before everyone begins to run away.*

Marx Soul: *He spits Shadow Kirby out.* “THAT’S RIGHT! Run away! Come back when you can put up an actual fight! Gya ha haaa!!”

Shadow Marx: *He grunted and held his head, sitting down now. Shadow Marx now tried to snap out of the hypnosis.*

Marx Soul: “As for you…” *he grabs Shadow Marx by the hat and sets him on his own head, smirking proudly as he watched the two sides run away.*

Shadow Marx: *He looks scared for a few seconds before looking at Marx Soul, noticing that he was at least 3 feet bigger than the other dreamlanders.* “…..You’re big,”

Marx Soul: *He drops the scary act, now having a slightly cringed face.* “I know-”

-End of Part 1-

[sky-berrie]

Stitch - Damian

Summary: Another favorite trope - reader patches up a wound. Warning: mentions of blood. 

The window opened behind you and you felt a cool summer night breeze brush against your neck. You didn’t bother to give the intruder any attention because you knew that Damian was the only person who could disarm the alarm and crack lock mechanism with ease. You thought the whole system was overkill but it pleased Damian to have it installed so you didn’t complain.

“Hey, Damian,” you greeted him robotically with your gaze still transfixed to your laptop screen and your back to the window. You were watching the events of the latest episode of your favorite show unfold.

You heard Damian land in your room with a grunt. He was usually quite graceful, however you guessed that his ribs and hip were still sore from the last sparing session he had with his brothers and sisters. That family took everything to a whole other level.

You heard Damian shut the window after himself. The sound of the latch being secured came next. Then you heard electronic beeps as he reactivated the alarm. “You –” he let out a sharp exhale. “You took home economics, right?”

“Yeah,” you replied, nonchalantly with a mouthful of popcorn. You didn’t take your eyes off the screen, but you heard the sound of his heavy boots carry him across your room.

“Good,” he said. A shaky breath infiltrated his normally self-assured voice. “And you remember most of it?” The bed springs creaked under his weight.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so.”

“Great,” he said. “What grade did you receive?” This wasn’t all that out of character for him. Damian was competitive in all aspects of his life. You wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to compare home economics grades just so he could vaunt his skills.

“I don’t know, Damian,” you said honestly. You turned up the volume, hoping that Damian would get the hint that you wanted to watch your show in peace and quiet. “I think it was a good mark.”

Damian let out a heavy sigh of relief. “Excellent.” His voice sounded less troubled than before.

“Jon did most of my assignments,” you admitted unapologetically.

Damian was quiet for a moment. “Okay, but you attended the classes, correct?”

You didn’t answer right away. You were too focused on the climax of the episode. “Oh my goodness,” you muttered under your breath to yourself as the plot twist unveiled. “Um,” you said, remembering that Damian had asked you something. “Yeah, yeah, more or less.”

“Do you remember how to sew?”

“Sort of,” you told him. You had sewn on a button once. It didn’t look great, but it definitely wasn’t going anywhere.

“Well enough,” he said. “I need you to suture a laceration.”

“What?” you choked out. He said it so nonchalantly that you weren’t sure if he was serious or not, because a sane person would not be so stoic. You whipped around to find Damian lying on your bed in his Robin uniform. It was soiled with a layer of black, like he had been charred. It was so dark that it masked the staining of his blood and you wouldn’t have known he was bleeding if it weren’t for the pool of red soaking through your white comforter. He was holding his side with his hands at an awkward angle.

You had seen him with cuts and bruises and even broken bones, but never with the life bleeding out of him. “Oh my goodness!” you shrieked as panic filled your lungs. Your face contorted into a horrified grimace as you tried to stifle an expression of disgust. The strong stench of metal made your stomach churn and your head woozy.

You immediately felt horrible for not paying attention to him sooner. “Damian, why didn’t you say something? Holy crap! What the hell happened? You need an ambulance!” You turned around to reach for your phone.

“No,” Damian choked out. “Secret… identity,” he said with his eyes squeezed shut.

“What about your brothers and sisters? Your dad? Alfred?”

“On their way. No time to wait. First aid kit,” he implored weakly.

You ran for the bathroom and tore into the cabinet to find the massive first aid kit that Damian insisted you store. You had opened it once or twice to grab a bandage for a paper cut but you never touched the majority of the contents. You didn’t even know what half of the kit was for. You guessed that you might find out today.

When you returned to your room, Damian was moving slowly to unbutton his uniform. You helped him with the rest, trying to do it quickly without jostling anything. You tried to ignore the squishy wetness of the uniform, but your hands came away covered in a layer of crimson blood. Beneath the outer coat, his white undershirt was seeping with blood. There was a large tear in the fabric and a bit of the raw wound peeked through.  

You didn’t have a fear of blood, really. You had no qualms about donating blood or seeing it on TV. This, however, was completely different. You were more terrified than you had ever been in your entire life. You had no idea what to do - everything you knew about CPR and standard first aid had inexplicably disappeared from your brain. Silent tears began to spill from your eyes as your breaths tore in and out of your throat, ragged and shallow.

“Y/N,” said Damian, firmly. Through your blurry, wet vision, you could see him straining to make eye contact with you. “Breathe. Everything is going to be fine. Just follow my instructions.”

Normally you trusted Damian, but this time his reassuring words didn’t have any kind of soothing effect on you. Your whole body was shaking now. You couldn’t find your voice. Instead, you shook your head.

“Yes, Y/N. It is going to be fine, but you must listen to me. Do you understand?”

You tried to take a deep breath, but an uncontrollable sob cut it short. If Damian could lie there halfway to death and still be composed, then you could at least pretend to be calm for his sake. You nodded your head this time, trying your best to even out your breathing. It was no use though. You couldn’t remember how to breathe.

“Thank you. Cut it,” he said, motioning to his undershirt.

You did as he ordered and cut a line right down the centre of his shirt. It was warm and wet and clung to his skin, so you peeled it off to reveal the full extent of a nasty looking wound. Even through your distorted, teary vision, you saw enough to know it was not good.

You felt faint at the sight of his insides. Or maybe it was your hyperventilating making you dizzy.  

“Breathe, Y/N. Breathe and then get the sterile solution to irrigate it.”

You returned with freshly washed hands, a pair of gloves and a jug of irrigation solution. Following his instructions, you squeezed the syringe and expelled the liquid over his wound. It ran down his side and carried even more blood into your comforter.

“Okay,” he breathed out. “There should be a small white packet with a curved need and thread and a pair of suture holders. They look like scissors but without the blades.”

Your trembling hands had a difficult time picking out the items. Once you collected the materials, you looked at Damian for further directions.

“It’s a bit deep so you’ll need to close the layer under the skin first. Can you see it?”

You shook your head. His side was a giant red mess. You couldn’t make out anything except for blood and jagged skin. It was nothing like the clean and clear-cut diagrams you’d seen in class. “This is crazy! I can’t do this,” you cried. People spent years studying and training to do procedures like this. Stitching up a body was not something that a person should wing, and definitely not on their best friend, lying in an unsterile room.

“You can,” he assured you. “Pretend like you’re sewing some fabric. Start with this layer here.” Damian pulled at his skin and pointed to the inside with a pair of suture forceps. You couldn’t help but turn away and shut your eyes as he prodded himself. “Y/N,” he called your attention back. “Make sure the needle goes in like this and comes out like this,” said Damian as he demonstrated.

You were shaking your head. “You are absolutely insane! Sewing fabric is nothing like sewing a wound! Can’t we just wait for your dad or someone?”

“No time,” he said.

“Please, Damian,” you begged. “Let me call EMS.”

“No,” he asserted with what little strength he had.

“Please! I…”

“No,” he repeated. You could tell his patience was wearing thin.

“I understand you have to protect your secret identity, but Damian, come on. There won’t be an identity to protect if you die.”

“Batman…Nightwing…” he said weakly.

“They’ll understand!” you argued with desperation.

“No,” he mumbled. He shook his head.

Without any thought, your next words came flooding out straight from your heart. “Damian, I love you and I don’t want you to die!” Oh. That came as a shock to you. You’d never said anything like that before. In fact, you’d never even had a thought like that, but you knew it was the truth. Your hands almost flew to cover your mouth in regret, but the blood dripping from your hands stopped you.

Damian didn’t seem to notice your confession, or if he did, he didn’t acknowledge it. Had you not been utterly distracted by the emergency before you, you might have run away with embarrassment from your sudden proclamation.

“Please try for me, okay?” His eyes were starting to close, but you could see him struggle to keep them open.

You searched his eyes, to see that his once vibrant green eyes had a dull, hazy colour to them. Seeming to find what you were looking for, you conceded. You swallowed a lump in your throat. “Okay.”

It was the worst experience of your life. Damian walked you through the process, but nothing could prepare you for the nauseating feeling of piercing his skin and pulling the nylon thread through the thickness of the tissue. Seeing the inside of his body made you want to vomit but his life was at stake, and you had to be brave for him. Besides, he was the one who should be worried, not you. Your technique was obviously non-existent and you were certain that you were hurting him a hell of a lot more than he was letting on. He hissed and groaned and you apologized profusely but he insisted that you continue.

“Thank you,” said Damian after you tied the last knot. His eyes were heavy and lidded and you could tell he was barely hanging on to consciousness. “Knew you could do it.”

You had no response. Now that the worst part was over, the adrenaline had left your system and you were in shock. His hand lolled out in an attempt to offer you comfort, or maybe to seek comfort for himself. You weren’t certain which is was, but nevertheless, you instinctively clasped his hand in yours.

Then he said something that caught you off guard. His voice was so faint that you barely heard him. “For the record, I love you, as well.”

You weren’t sure if he really meant it. Maybe he was delirious. He did lose a lot of blood. You pondered it for a moment and wondered if you should feel mortally embarrassed when he was fully lucid, but just then, a gentle squeeze on your hand told you that you didn’t have to worry.

[sukirichi]

earned it [05]

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

cw. domestic abuse, car accident, slight angst, sexism, suggestive scenes, unedited and my naoya simping is obvious with this one, 

notes. TEAM NAOYA LET’S GOOOO *sighs* finally got this out from my drafts. anyways, here’s an earned it update while i recover from migraines because my schedule was so hectic last week and i’m so tired, might be sleeping a lot these days hence the hiatus :( also ik i keep saying this but future chapters will finally be more...UH SPICY AND MORE DRAMATIC, I guess? this is mostly an angst fic btw so please don’t expect too much fluff of heartwarming romance. there WILL be romance,,,it just takes some time hehe, anways ENJOY...or not :)

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Women were weak. Trained to be voiceless, compliant, and unable to fight – Naoya found them weak.

His own mother was the perfect epitome of that. For years, he’d watched her leave his father’s room with dried tears, wiping them away with the back of her sleeves. When she saw a little Naoya standing at the edge of the hallway, she’d immediately usher him back to his room, her tears replaced with a smile so convincing Naoya wouldn’t have believed she’d been crying if he hadn’t seen it for himself.

Naoya wasn’t stupid. How could he be when day and night, he’s surrounded by tutors, expected to take over his clan and lead them all to a brighter future?

How could he be stupid when he can’t sleep at night, for the screams and cries of his mother, the sound of palm hitting cheek resonating just from the other room, accompanied with the insults directed her way by his own father?

How could he be so stupid when he looked up to his mother – who he believed was the only source of light in the rather desolate walls of their manor – only to see that her beauty faded with each passing day, the brightness of her eyes now filled agony, with pain, with fear? She no longer smiled; not even for him. She no longer came around his room to read him bedtime stories no matter how much Naoya pleaded because he’d gotten tired of reciting scriptures and poetry. She no longer kissed him on the forehead as a morning greeting, opting to stay in the sidelines with her head bowed, acting as if she was a servant and not his mother.

Naoya wasn’t stupid. As the future leader of the Zen’in Clan, it was his duty to hear and see everything, to be wary of everyone around him and to observe. He knew his father abused her. He knew his father hated her, looked down on her, stepped on her at each moment he could. And as if that wasn’t enough, Naoya found out they weren’t married in the first place.

She had been nothing but a mere concubine whose role was to birth an heir. Now that Naoya had come to life, her purpose to live ceased to exist. And people who had no role in the Zen’in estate had no reason to stay any further.

“Mother,” Naoya cried out, tugging at his mother’s sleeve. “Mother, please don’t go, don’t leave me!”

She was crying again; he wished she’d stop doing that, that she’d stop being so weak. He wanted his mother to be strong and fight back, but she’s not even attempting to wipe her tears away this time, displaying her vulnerability and meek self to him. Had his father been there, she’d be scolded again, claiming that Naoya shouldn’t be exposed to behaviors of surrender and weakness.

His mother cupped his face, trying her best to keep the younger version of himself from dangling onto her robes; the expensive, silk material the last evidence she’d ever been a part of them.

“Naoya, baby, it’s okay. You need to grow up strong and be the clan leader, okay?”

“But why do you have to leave? Why do you never fight back?”

“I’m sorry, dear...” was all she said, finally kissing him on the forehead like she’d failed to do so for the past months. Somehow, it didn’t make him feel any better. Instead, Naoya’s cries grows louder with each minute, loud enough that he caught the attention of his manservants who paled at the Young Master’s wails that was sure to displease his father locked inside his study. His mother sent a glance their way that expressed messages he couldn’t yet understand due to his innocence. Strong arms wrapped around his smaller frame until they dragged Naoya away from his mother, the sight of a luggage behind her turning him weak in the knees.

“Remember, Mother always loves you.”

“No!” he fought against their hold. His servants did all they could to not harm the Young Master’s skin, but Naoya was too strong, too desperate that they were unable to hold him back.

Naoya kept running and running, uncaring of the fact his loose robes hindered him from going at full speed. He didn’t stop, even as his servants had trailed after him, desperate pleas for the Young Master to come back falling into deaf ears. His mother had arrived on a nearby bus from the open roads that led outside the Zen’in Estate’s outer gates, her hand frozen on the doors with her head slightly tilted to the side.

That slight moment of hesitance – to look behind or leave everything behind – was what made Naoya stop in his tracks. He breathed hard, sweaty palms on his knees as he silently prayed to the divine beings to bring his mother back, for her to look at him one last time.

But she didn’t.

And Naoya was frozen in his tracks, everything colliding into one crash and burn that he failed to make sense of everything. He stood there and watched his mother hop into the bus, her decision to leave him behind final and irrevocable. What had rung louder then? The way his heart shattered into pieces, or the loud honking of an incoming car that not even his skilled team of guards could protect him from?

Naoya figured it must’ve been the muffled cries of his mother behind the windows that rung the loudest even if he hadn’t heard it.

Until now, he carried the mark his mother left behind; a gnarly scar running inches from his kneecaps that throbs until now. It reminds him every day what could happen to someone once they’re weak, once they’re vulnerable, the horrifying consequence of not being strong enough to face in this world like a huge slap in his face. In a way, he felt grateful for the scar; at least it was proof he’d done his best to run after his mother, and this injury just taught him it was best to face things head on instead of running away.

This scar would always tell him that running away was never the option, and that was why Naoya felt so strong, so disappointed when he met you. Naoya saw much potential in you – the wrath firing in your eyes and the will to fight back is what pulled him in on the first place – and yet you were already trembling on the ground, your sweat dripping on the floor.

“Stand up!” he demanded, tapping his cane on the ground as he wobbled to his feet. “Do you really think being weak will make you survive in this world?”

“I’m trying!”

“You’re not trying hard enough,” he spat out, matching the intensity of your glare. Had you been any lesser of a woman, a servant, he’d have your eyes gouged out. But to him, you were a vessel of hope, an embodiment of strength he could help you hone that he let you off. Still, he felt extremely let down that he expected so much from you, and you’ve been pathetic so far.

Naoya shook his head as he left. “You’re going to die the moment you step out of here. And to think I actually had high hopes for you. As expected, you women are weak and pathetic. Each one of you is useless.”

He didn’t get very far when his injury throbbed again. Naoya fell to his knees and immediately bit down on his lip to conceal his groans, but it was too late. You’ve rushed to him in an instant, already pulling his slacks upwards to get a good look at his knee. Worry is painted all over your features still drenched in sweat and exhaustion, and he pried your hand away, a frown deep on his lips.

“Get away from me. I don’t need a woman’s help.”

“You’re so uptight, you know that?” you rebutted with a roll of your eyes. Naoya watched as you skipped to the nearest medical kit he always kept in his training grounds (which he rarely used) and popping out painkillers to hand to him. “Just shut up and let me take care of you. Unlike you, I don’t walk around calling people weak, and you having this injury never made you weak in my eyes, but you’re not impotent either,” scoffing at him, you pushed the bottle of water to a very annoyed looking Naoya. “At least let me take care of you every once in a while.”

His whole life, Naoya knew nothing but the familiar bitter cold. Being served tea, scaring his servants with his mere presence, the toxic view that everyone was below them drilled into his own head – that had been his life, and his feelings about it were neither hot nor cold.

To him, it was just the way he’s supposed to be.

But the warmth of your hands, the tenderness of your touch to his scars not because you found him weak but rather you cared for him…it tugged at his heartstrings. That had been at least five years ago and Naoya still remembered that moment very clearly.

He couldn’t understand whether he hated his inability to run away or not, because to be around you confused him to no end. One moment, he saw you as nothing but his one way ticket to fortune, but when he was alone with you, he was beginning to see you more as a woman rather than a pawn to his game. Soon, you became more than that, and nothing had terrified him even more that he let someone in his heart just like that.

Did he love you? No, most definitely not. A man like him didn’t know how to love. But with you – every time he saw you – Naoya is confident to admit that he could somehow understand what love meant.

It had been a hellish trip – one he’d never admit it out loud that he wished to never go on again. He was just happy to be home before he laughed, because home? He’d never thought he’d ever say that, yet there he was, beaming at the sight of you pushing your weight off the limousine.

You looked as stunning as usual, running up to him even with your heels before wrapping your arms around his neck. Usually, Naoya didn’t like public displays of affection since it could greatly deter his reputation, but everyone knew both of you weren’t each other’s weaknesses that he didn’t care whether his people could see their leader grinning as his wife welcomed with a kiss. Naoya balanced himself on his cane to encircle a hand to your waist, pulling you closer and burying his face in your hair.

“I missed you,” you mumbled with your head buried in his shoulder.

Naoya’s smile wasn’t any less affectionate. “I missed you more.” And he did – a whole lot. Even as you both made it inside the limousine, the tablet passed to him per the usual to update him on what happened on the few days of his absence, Naoya couldn’t keep his hands to himself. His cane balanced between his knee and the door, while his free hand intertwined with yours, mindlessly caressing the matching rings that symbolized more trust than love.

“How did it go?” he brought your knuckles up to his lips and kissed it, his attention still focused on today’s stock market. “Did you convince him to lend us the lab?”

“Yes, my love, everything is under control. I told you I had it.”

“Cunning little minx,” he smirked at the confidence and triumph dripping from your voice. Naoya shut his tablet off with a click, hauling you until you were resting on his lap. Giggles erupted beautifully from your lips as you pressed your forehead to his, both your smiles equally mischievous. “Did you sleep with him?”

“No. Satoru is still hopelessly in love with me, so it didn’t really take much to push him to the edge with a few tears and white lies,” you smiled at him, soon dropping from your face when Naoya’s eyes darkened with an unreadable – no, unfamiliar hint of worry behind them. “Naoya,” you caressed his leg, “I don’t care about him anymore, you’ve got nothing to worry about. I just want to survive and put everything behind,” you cupped his face and forced him to look you in the eye, making sure he heard every bit of sincerity in your voice. “You know I love you, right? I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. Him coming back doesn’t change a thing.”

“I know that,” he said, although deep down, in the dark recesses of his heart, something agonizing stirred within.

You were a smart woman – too intelligent that he may have feared you had he been any lesser – who could easily read through him, but Naoya wanted to be a step ahead of you that he caught your lips to stop you from seeking beneath his soul already. He knew that if you looked a little too close, you’d see everything, and that would be the last thing he wanted.

Snaking his tongue past your lips, he greedily swallowed your moans. Naoya’s touch was possessive as he gripped your thigh, seconds away from ripping off the material of your dress. He only stopped once he saw his driver pale in awkwardness, and he chuckled to himself, squeezing your hips to stop you from grinding on his thigh.  

“You’re always so good for me,” he praised, “I might just reward you once we get home.”

Home. Prior to meeting you, home had been nothing but a word in his extensive vocabulary. Home had been nothing but something that carried a meaning but no significance in his living, but now that he’d met you, home felt familiar. Home smelled like rose-scented shampoos, it resonated of bubbly laughter and curious hands finding its way to its belt. Home…you’d just given him something to lose.

As per the plan, you managed to sneak past Satoru’s defenses. Naoya had once said that your secret weapon was not your tempting nature as a woman, but rather your intelligence that sometimes put his to shame. He’d shamelessly announced his plan to use you again with the goal of taking matters into your own hands, looping Satoru into the picture until you have him wrapped around your finger again.

It turned out to be easier than expected. Truthfully, you wanted to refuse. It wasn’t because you were worried you’d beat yourself in your own game and fall for Satoru again, but because it felt so uncomfortable to hold him like that, to kiss him like that.

Each second you spent with him just served as a painful reminder of how he’d mindlessly pushed you to the side from a failed plan of ‘protecting’ you.

However, you couldn’t complain nor deny Naoya’s wishes. He wanted to use your abilities to the fullest of its extent and bring out your potential. Besides, you trusted him wholeheartedly that you’d never question his motives, even if it included seducing Satoru with crocodile tears and a faux broken heart to get him to bend and move at your will. After all, your will was also Naoya’s, and that was what made the both of you so dangerous together.

Standing here now in Satoru’s laboraty, sending him phoney desperate glances as you clutched your husband’s hand, the game had just begun.

He was giving you both a tour of what you could use from his laboratory, and Naoya had kept silent the whole time. The whole drug manufacturing was more your expertise than his. He simply observed everything with watchful eyes, his gaze darting between Satoru’s longing ones and yours. It was a play pretend of push and pull, everyone in the room except for Satoru unaware that soon, you’d bare your fangs to rip his neck apart, and then you’d stand aside and let Naoya finish the business.

You would’ve laughed had Naoya not tightened his grip on your hand. Both you and Satoru paused as Naoya desperately shushed you up, his eyes wide and floating from one corner to another.

Suddenly, a loud explosion came out of nowhere. The blast crushed half of the building to bare rubble and concrete and you saw nothing but black, inhaled so much smoke that your lungs quivered. The ringing in your ears didn’t stop as you wobbled to unsteady legs, waving the smoke away and coughing whatever filled your system. Satoru was right beside you, his long limbs quicker than yours before he hauled you up, checking to see if you had injuries but you were too scared, too desolate to care for his worry.

For your husband laid under a pile of rubble, an arm and his head the only parts of his body saved from the explosion.

“Naoya!” You screamed and pushed Gojo away, taking your heels off before darting straight to where he was. Jumping from broken debris to one another, your feet scraped and burned with each contact, the ringing in your ears growing louder along with the pounding of your heartbeat.

“Naoya, baby, no!” you tried to pick up the heavy slab of concrete that had crushed his body, tears blurring your vision until Naoya’s blond hair swiveled with his dark clothes. “Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, don’t you fucking dare-”

“Gojo,” he choked out blood. You fell to your knees as you cupped his face and grasped his hand all the while, your entire body shaking. His name kept falling from your lips as you asked him to stand up but he pushed your hand away, not sparing you another glance as he glared at the shock still man behind you. “Take her someplace far – somewhere he won’t find the both of you. It’s T-Toji.”

“No, Naoya, please! I’m not leaving without you!” It was too late. Satoru had easily carried you and threw you over his shoulder, running away from the scene because that was what he was best at. You pounded at his back as the smoke enlarged and covered the entirety of the building that had fizzled with chemicals inside, your husband starting to disappear from view. “Satoru, let me go! We can’t just leave him there!”

“Listen to your husband! He knows what he’s doing!”

As the smoke cleared for a split second, your world stilled. Naoya’s face was smothered with dirt and stains, pain evident on his twisted features, and yet – he was smiling. “Go,” he mouthed, hands outstretched far enough for your matching rings to glint under the sparkling lights. “Live.”

You slumped into Satoru’s arms. It was too late.

You couldn’t comprehend the events that happened afterwards. Satoru had pushed you inside his car before taking off to who knows where. All you knew was that you’d left your husband behind, and you stared emptily at the streets that flashed by, unable to feel or understand anything. It wasn’t until Satoru dragged you out by the wrist and a plane whirring before you snapped you back to life, your feet turning heavy as you plant yourself on the ground.

Satoru looked back at you.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you shook your head, “I’m not leaving him behind, Satoru, he’s all I have. I need to save him – even if it means I die.”

“You’re not going to die,” he starts off slowly. Satoru moves to place his hands down on your shoulders as if to brace you, even going as far as to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, but you couldn’t really listen, not when the plane hummed to life and remnants of the explosion still clung to your skin.

“Listen, Naoya is a smart man, okay? You know that yourself. He’ll survive, you just need to trust that he’ll make it. Now we have to go before Toji catches up to us and we end up all dying here!” he shook you back to life when your sobs overpowered his speech that fell on deaf ears, and you cried harder, much less like a little girl who quivered in his arms. Satoru sighed, perhaps just as broken from seeing you this way. “He told you to live. Naoya isn’t asking you to die for him, he’s asking you to live and if you don’t get on the plane, we can’t fulfill his wish,” he convinced, but you only bit your lip, still looking back at the car. You could steal it – one punch to his nose and you could easily get away, get back to Naoya, until he said, “You love him right? So respect his wishes.”

You love him. You love Naoya. He would’ve wanted me to live. He asked me to live.

That was the only consolation you could give yourself as you allowed Satoru to take you inside. His right hand man, Geto or something, quietly closed the cabin doors behind you. He was making sure his boss was situated, who in turn was fretting over you. All it took was one last warning glare sent Satoru’s way before he backed off, raising his hands in surrender and falling back to his seat.

Sooner than you’d like, the plane had took off, leaving your heart right behind with each passing second. The higher you flew up in the air, the number you became.

“Where are we going?”

“I have a base in Italy. We should be safe there for a while. Gather resources, plan our next move, contact friends...we’ll be fine,” Satoru pinched the bridge of his nose. It was hard to believe things would be fine when he too seemed restless; whatever happened between him and Toji must’ve really left a scar; not that you cared. You huffed away from Satoru and stared outside the windows instead, your heart dropping the farther Japan was becoming. “Hey. You should get some rest. You’ve had a long day.”

“Whatever,” you snapped at him. You couldn’t stand his voice, not even if he’s saved you.

The only thing that mattered now was living up to Naoya’s wish, and as much as you hated it, Satoru was right. You had to hope he would survive.

The chances of him making it out were low, but knowing Naoya, low chances weren’t zero. As long as he had a little bit of something, he would keep pushing. You just had to place your trust in him.

Kissing your dusty ring, you wiped away your tears one last time, eyes shut tight as you chanted over and over, live, live, live for me! Live! Naoya couldn’t give up that easily. You both had a long way to go, still so many places to travel, thousand more enemies to conquer and defeat. He promised you the fun was just beginning and that you’d get your revenge soon, and Naoya never broke his promises. So you had to trust, had no other choice but to believe that soon he’d be right beside you. He may not be able to completely walk anymore, though none of that mattered. You just wanted to be with him again.

You didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep until Satoru’s hushed whispers woke you up. Sitting up straight, you saw him scowling to whoever he’s talking to on the phone. He looked grim, long, slender fingers caressing his forehead as he sighed. Whatever he heard, it couldn’t have been good, and curiosity got the best of you before you could help it.

“What is it?” Satoru stilled at the sound of your voice, having not expected you to be awake. He refused to meet your eyes as he shut his phone. It angered you further and you stalked his way, slapping a palm down the table before him. “I said, what is it?”

“It’s Naoya...” he said through clenched teeth, still refusing to look you in the eye. “He didn’t make it.”

notes. team naoya...let’s go...cry 😭 when I said I would write more gojo x reader scenes and that they’re still the pairing, I meant it, I just had to take a dark route anyways DO YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND WHY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO UPDATE THIS, I DIDN’T WANT TO DO THIS TO NAOYA BAE 😭 but on the bright side, italy arc is gonna be SHEESH

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