#nightlight duo

[ckswitch]

…oh no.

[holleighgram]

AU where Riku and Aqua find each other in the Realm of Darkness. Riku leads them to Castle Oblivion. They find Ventus, who is able to wake as Sora sleeps to have his memories fixed. Aqua and Riku fight Ansem to try to save Terra while Ven is tasked with confronting Roxas in order to wake Sora.

For @anecdotal-acorn

[asolareclipses]

First of all your fic is a delight and every time you post another chapter I’m overjoyed I need you to know that

Second of all I’d never considered Solangelo/Valgrace interactions before reading that fic but now I’m stuck on the mental image of them being in a dark cave or something for a quest and Will starts glowing and Leo goes “Hey, I can do that too” lets go of Jason’s hand and promptly lights himself on fire

Thank you so so much, genuinely I really appreciate you!!! I’m so glad you enjoy my fic and I hope you continue to enjoy it!

Honestly, I hadn’t considered them interacting either until I started writing this. Originally I hadn’t even put Jason in the story, but I wanted Will to have his own separate plot line while Leo and Nico went off to cause trouble. It was important to me that Will could be seen as more of his own character, but him going after them alone didn’t feel right. That’s when I realized it would be perfect to add Jason, that way Leo has his own plot as well and Will can have his own adventure while interacting with another person that’s not Nico (I love solangelo but i’m trying to push the “Will is more than Nico’s bf” agenda). Not sure if that makes sense but it’s how the pieces fell into place in my brain.

I absolutely love that idea though, seriously that is something I would love to incorporate into the story if you’d like that. I too thought about the similarity in the ways of Wills brightness and Leo’s fire, but this concept is amazing and is going to be stuck on my mind 24/7. Especially the image of Leo just randomly combusting into flames, it’s so good.

[steven-reblogs]

“Don’t worry. No matter what form you take? I will still love and care for you. No matter the form. You’re always my son.”

hi steven! guess what. your son. hes just sorta standing in place and swaying for the time being!

//@the-flys-buzz (FUCK IT WE BALL WELL FIND OUT THE LORE FOR THIS AS WE GO 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥)

[He did, indeed stood next to William!!]

“..Welcome back. Do you feel alright?”

[thetombedspirit]

Jurassic World: Camp Fam - Next Generation

I was board, so I made a next gen for the Nublar Six, based on my personal headcanons and ships so if you don't like Benrius and Kenlynn, then please don't come at me. This is all just in good fun.

Enjoy!

Emily Bowman (Benrius)

Emily was nine-years old when her parents were unfortunately killed in a freak dinosaur attack, leaving her orphaned. Darius and Ben responded to the call and took her into their care. She stayed with them for a little while whilst Social Services began sorting out her situation, wherein during that time, Emily gotten to get to know Darius and Ben and what they do; how they locate dinosaurs, care for them, and ship them off to private island habitats funded by Dr Mae Turner and Mantah Corp, now under Kenji’s full jurisdiction. She even began to conquer her fear after making friends with a Maiasaura she named Ursa.

She was eventually put into a foster home, but the conditions were poor, so she decided to run away and return to the Sanctuary, via stealing the mum’s credit card to book a plane ticket.

Darius and Ben were shocked to see Emily and horrified to hear about the living conditions. After sending her to bed, they had a long talk about how they had once talked about adopting and raising a family, agreeing they both adored Emily and didn’t want her to go. So they gave Emily the good news the next morning that they would adopt her into the family and she said yes.

Fun Fact: Ursa the Maiasaura is a direct nod to concept dinosaurs that would eventually become Bumpy, as Maiasaura was one of the many plausible candidates.

2. Julia and Xavier Kon (Kenlynn)

Despite their ups and downs, concerning Brooklynn’s line of work and Kenji's inheritance of Manta Corp, Brooklynn tries extra hard to live in the moment and not take her time with her family and friends for granted and Kenji works hard to ensure that the Kon family name is redeemed through his work. Regardless of their hardships, they work well together and support each other through their struggles.

Julia Kon is the more extraverted of the duo. She takes after her father, enjoys skating, archery and isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty, preferring physical activities to staying coped up indoors all day. Her brother Xavier is more closed off then his sister. Younger by two years, he prefers technology and hacking to climbing and being outdoors.

Despite their differences, two things they have in common is their love for their family and their association with dinosaurs. Namely the herd of Parasaurolophus living by their father’s climbing camp. Every month, Kenji would take the family camping at the cliffs and the kids would play with the baby Parasaurolophuses. One in particular took a real shine to the children; Brooklynn affectionately named her Nightlight, due to how Xavier would snuggle her tightly due to his fear of the dark when they went camping.

Fun Fact: Julia and Xavier are named after Brooklynn and Kenji's original concepts for Camp Cretaceous, Jules and Xi respectively. Also, Kenji and Ben used to have different roles, with Ben being the strong, athletic character while Kenji (at this point in time, Xi) was the shy, nerdy type. They since swapped roles, with Ben becoming the shy one and Xi taking the role of the rich kid and was renamed Kenji.

3. Katie Gutierrez-Fadoula (Yasammy)

When Sammy and Yaz got married and talked about starting a family, they realized there were some complications: Sammy's encounter with the Scorpios Rex damaged her reproductive organs and left her unable to carry a child to term, and Yaz was uncomfortable with the idea of ordering a doner. So in the end, they agreed to adopt.

Katie loves her moms and her life at the ranch. She enjoys spending time with Angel and Rebel, who they were able to rescue and keep on the ranch (best cattle dogs Sammy ever had), tending to the cows, chickens and the stray Pachycephalosaurus that had been hanging around the ranch lately, who she has named Bonehead. She came out to her mums as trans when she was 13 and they wholeheartedly support her through her transition.

Fun Fact: Katie is a sorta merge of Sammy and Yaz's concepts. Sammy was originally meant to be male and Yaz's name was originally Katie.

Anyway, those are my versions of the next generation of Camp Fam. I hope you like them and again, this is just all in good fun; I'm not trying to start any shipping wars.

Take care peoples.

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Santa’s Grotto.

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authors note - long hair harry makes me feral ngl, so enjoy him taking his son to go and see santa:)

word count - 1.3k

in which, harry takes his two year old son, sebastian, to go and see santa because your at home sick from the flu, but it doesn’t go aswell as he hoped seeing as all little kids appear to have a phobia of the man dressed in red.

At eighteen, Harry Styles embraced the profound reality of parenthood when his son, Sebastian Robin-Edward Styles was born. Sleepless nights became a routine as Harry devoted himself to the care of his newborn. The dim glow of nightlights and lullabies filled the early hours, creating a tender atmosphere of fatherly dedication.

The exhaustion was palpable, yet Harry wouldn't trade those sleepless nights for anything. Each bleary-eyed moment was a testament to the deep love he felt for Sebastian. The bond forged during those quiet hours of feeding, soothing, and comforting became the foundation of an unbreakable connection.

Harry often looked back on those moments when he spent time with his now two year old son, who was turning more and more into a close friend of his as the minutes of the day ticked by.

In the heart of the bustling mall, Harry stood patiently in line at Santa's grotto, his two-year-old son, Sebastian, cradled in his arms. The air was filled with the warm scent of cinnamon and the soft murmur of excited chatter as families eagerly awaited their turn. The line snaked around, adorned with festive decorations that captured Sebastian's wide-eyed attention.

Harry's long hair served as an unintentional playground for his son, who gleefully tugged at the strands while fixating on the mesmerizing twinkling lights overhead.

As they edged closer to the front, Harry observed the diverse array of families sharing in the holiday spirit. Laughter and anticipation filled the air, creating a joyful atmosphere that enveloped both father and son.

Sebastian, blissfully unaware of the world beyond the enchanting lights, continued to marvel at the vibrant surroundings, his tiny fingers entangled in Harry's locks.

The anticipation heightened as they approached the entrance to Santa's magical realm. Harry, with a loving smile, gently adjusted Sebastian in his arms, ensuring the little one had the best view of the enchanting scene.

The elves, adorned in festive attire, orchestrated the seamless flow of families, adding to the enchantment that surrounded them. As they neared the front of the line, the duo's excitement mirrored that of the other children and parents, all eagerly awaiting their moment with the jolly man in red.

As Harry and Sebastian reached the front of the queue, a friendly elf with a sprightly demeanor greeted them.

"Well, hello there! Looks like we've got a special visitor today," the elf exclaimed, a twinkle in their eye.

Sebastian, however, suddenly grew shy, burying his face in the crook of Harry's neck, his tiny hands clutching onto the strands of his father's hair.

Harry chuckled warmly, gently coaxing Sebastian to face the friendly elf. "S’okay, buddy. S’nice elf just wants t’say hello."

He lifted Sebastian slightly, revealing a bashful smile on the toddler's face.

The elf, undeterred by Sebastian's shyness, continued to engage them, "Santa's been eagerly waiting to meet you, little one. What's your name?"

Sebastian mumbled a soft reply, his words muffled by the safety of Harry's neck.

The elf, playing along, nodded with exaggerated excitement. "Ah, Sebastian! That's a fantastic name for someone about to meet Santa. I bet you've been a good little helper this year, haven't you?"

Sebastian, gaining a bit more confidence, peeked out from his hiding spot and shyly nodded.

Harry joined the conversation, appreciating the effort to make Sebastian feel comfortable.

"He's been such a good boy, especially with all the twinkling lights and holiday cheer around here." Harry answered, brushing some of his son's curls out of his face.

The elf grinned, "That's wonderful to hear! Santa loves hearing about good boys like Sebastian. Well, it won't be long now before you get to share all your wishes with him."

As they chatted, the atmosphere in Santa's grotto remained festive and lively. The elf skillfully transitioned the conversation to holiday traditions, asking Harry and Sebastian about their favourite parts of the season.

Harry shared stories of their family traditions, and before they knew it, it was time to approach Santa's chair.

The elf gestured toward the magical seat, "Sebastian, are you ready to meet the big man himself?"

As Harry and Sebastian entered Santa's tent, a festive air surrounded them. The scent of evergreen and cinnamon filled the space, and the anticipation was palpable.

Santa, with a hearty chuckle, welcomed them, "Ho, ho, ho! Well, hello there! Who do we have here?"

With a gentle smile, Harry bent down to encourage Sebastian onto Santa's lap. However, as Sebastian neared the red-suited figure, he clung tightly to Harry, his eyes wide with trepidation.

"S’okay, Seb. Santa's a friend," Harry reassured, attempting to ease his son's nervousness.

Sebastian, unconvinced, buried his face in Harry's shoulder, his tiny hands gripping onto his father's shirt. Santa, with a twinkle in his eye, chimed in,

"Ah, a little shy, are we? That's perfectly normal. How about we start with a high-five?" He extended a gloved hand toward Sebastian, hoping to initiate a connection.

Despite Santa's friendly gesture, Sebastian's anxiety escalated, and a whimper escaped him. Harry, now kneeling beside Santa's chair, continued to comfort his son,

"S’alright, buddy. Y’don't have t’do anything y’not comfortable with. Santa understands." However, as the tension lingered, Sebastian's anxiety reached its peak, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Santa, ever understanding, offered a warm smile, "No need to worry, little one. Sometimes meeting new friends can be a bit overwhelming. How about you tell me what you want for Christmas?”

In a last-ditch effort to salvage the moment, Harry took a seat on the chair next to Santa, with Sebastian on his lap. However, Sebastian, caught in the throes of a full-blown meltdown, wriggled and squirmed, attempting to escape the clutches of the man in the red suit.

The cheerful atmosphere of the grotto seemed to fade as Sebastian's desperation escalated.

Harry, his patience wearing thin, held onto his son, attempting to soothe the uncontrollable distress. The once-anticipated visit to Santa's lap had turned into a struggle, and Sebastian's tears mirrored the disappointment in the air.

The twinkling lights and festive decorations, which had captivated Sebastian earlier, were now lost in the midst of his overwhelming emotions.

Despite Harry's attempts to offer comfort, Sebastian's distress showed no signs of abating. The scene unfolded like a poignant tableau of a well-intentioned holiday moment gone awry.

The contrast between the joyful ambiance and Sebastian's emotional turmoil painted a bittersweet picture, one that highlighted the unpredictability of childhood emotions in the face of holiday expectations.

With Sebastian in the midst of a tearful meltdown, Harry looked apologetically at Santa, a mixture of frustration and regret etched on his face. "M’sorry. M’thought he'd be excited, but it seems like s’all a bit overwhelming f’him."

Santa, with a warm and understanding smile, nodded reassuringly. "No need to apologise,. Happens more often than you might think. Children, especially the little ones, can find meeting Santa a bit overwhelming. It's all part of the holiday experience."

In a gesture of comfort, Harry gently lifted Sebastian from his lap, cradling him in his arms. The tears continued to flow, and Sebastian sought solace in his father's embrace, burying his face in Harry's neck.

The soft strands of his long hair became a source of comfort as Sebastian clutched onto them, the rhythmic playing a small distraction from the overwhelming emotions.

Harry, his heart heavy with empathy, whispered reassurances to his son, "S’okay, buddy. Everything s’okay."

He swayed gently, attempting to ease Sebastian's distress. The bustling grotto faded into the background as the connection between father and son took center stage, the soothing hush of whispered comforts filling the air.

Sebastian's cries gradually softened, but he continued to hold onto his father, finding security in the familiar embrace. Harry, understanding the need for patience, remained steadfast, allowing the moment to unfold naturally.

Feeling the weight of Sebastian in his arms, Harry looked down at his tear-streaked face and whispered, "Shall we go home and see Mummy?"

Sebastian, still clinging to his father, nodded in response, his small thumb finding its way into his mouth. The simple gesture revealed a longing for the familiar comfort of home and the soothing presence of his mother.

With a shared understanding, Harry began to make his way out of the festive grotto, holding Sebastian close. The twinkling lights and holiday cheer gradually faded as they exited, leaving behind the whirlwind of emotions that had marked their encounter with Santa.

As they stepped into the crisp winter air, Harry tightened his grip on his son, ready to bring him back to the warmth and familiarity of home.

Sebastian's thumb remained in his mouth, a silent signal of the need for reassurance and comfort. Harry, with each step, whispered words of comfort, promising the solace of home and the embrace of Mummy waiting there.

[sirhyst]

Fukuzawa x child!reader x child!ranpo

Note: In case you were wondering why he’s so rigid around you and Ranpo, this is a younger Fukuzawa. If you read the Untold Origins light novel he literally thinks of 50 ways to get rid of Ranpo.

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Fukuzawa didn’t know at what point he began to regret every decision that led him to this point in his life. Was it back at the crime scene, when you and Ranpo kicked down the door of the Presidents office? Was it when he watched you two obliterate your red bean porridge?

Whenever it was, all he wanted was to reclaim the calming silence that broke ties with him as soon as he offered to look after you two.

The trio had reached Fukuzawa’s house. It was an old home—it wasn’t very big, but big enough for a man and the little gremlins that followed him. He managed to keep them distracted with unsolved mysteries until night fell over Yokohama, by suggestion of his guide to raising 5 year olds

“You can sleep in this room tonight and I’ll put you in another room,” Fukuzawa said in his usual collected way.

You and Ranpo nodded, for the first time that day, holding back any snarky remarks. Fukuzawa helped you both set up your futons, before retiring to his own room.

As he was about to start changing, he heard little feet running towards his door. He turned around to find you standing there with a cold stare.

“I need a something to listen to,” you said blankly, as if he should have known this despite only meeting you today. You were about to express more grievances, when Ranpo ran up behind you.

“I can’t sleep in the dark,” he whined. Neither of you were blood related, but you managed to hold the exact same expression. Fukuzawa sighed , placing his hand in his head.

Without saying anything he led you both back to your bedrooms, grabbing a nightlight for Ranpo and a small radio for you on the way. He returned to his room, and attempted to begin changing again.

Before he undid the first button, little feet were once again heard stomping towards his door.

“Can you sit with me?” You said quietly. Before Fukuzawa could send you back to your room, Ranpo once again appeared behind you as if summoned.

Feeling the discomfort of these two gremlins staring into his soul catching up to him, he complied.

“You’re a patient old guy, y’know?” You said while staring at the ceiling. Ranpo chimes in, but Fukuzawa was too overcome by tiredness to respond in fear that it would only be met with a snarky remark from the other. He sat there with them for what felt like an hour until silence filled the room.

Being to caught up in the subtle excitement that the two had calmed down, he foolishly believed that he would finally be able to get some rest.

Fukuzawa quietly closed the door, not bothering to take Ranpo back to his own room. He quickly changed into his night clothes and peaked out of his room to make sure the duo had not followed him back.

He slipped into his futon, recounting the days events. He’d been through a lot, meeting new people, vowing to himself that he would never grow closer to them beyond knowing their name. But here he was, his daily routine suddenly taking a drastic turn, having two brats children to look after.

His stream of thoughts was suddenly interrupted when he felt someone place their head on his chest.

His eyes flew open. He looked to his side to find that you had somehow snuck into his room with your blanket. You cling onto his shirt.

“There’s something in my room, I know it!” You whimpered. He was going to point out that the extra scary presence was Ranpo but decided against it. Before he could move, Ranpo appeared at the door.

Perhaps he could hear his thoughts, Fukuzawa thought to himself. Without saying a word, Ranpo crawled onto Fukuzawa’s right side. The man sighed to himself, realising there was no escaping his current predicament. If it was a predicament.

I’m too soft*, he thought to himself. He could’ve kicked them both to the curb, but whether or not he’d be able to sleep at night was the problem.

It was quiet before you raised your head to look him in the eyes. Fukuzawa knew what was coming and before you had the chance to even sign, he got up and retrieved the radio and nightlight he had placed in yours and Ranpos room.

As soon as he laid back down, you and Ranpo cuddled up to him closer than he would’ve liked, but of course accepted it.

“Fukuzawa-san,” you said in a hushed voice, notably the quietest voice you’ve used all day.

“Hm?” He responded. He waited for you to speak up again, but was met with the joint small snores from the children on either side of him.

[steven-reblogs]

“Oh.! I’m happy you feel such a way. I’m glad I make people happy in general I suppose. But, yes. I’m always here to make sure you can fall asleep. You deserve proper rest. Running on no energy isn’t fun.-“

[he gave a soft sigh.]

“Trust me. Don’t stay up all night.-“

hey dad im randomly mad again and i feel bad about it what do i do:(

“Oh dear. I'm so sorry this is late, kid. I'm here now. As for the answer to your problem? It's alright. Sometimes that can happen. Emotions can randomly come and go. You can't control them. I know it's hard to come to terms with your emotions. There could be some reason! Has anything happened recently? Anything that could be overwhelming? An influx of texts? Too many people talking at once? Too much noise.? If that's the case, would you like to sit in my office for awhile? It should be quiet. You can always play your music! I've played some of the songs from the one artist you played. It's very nice. I do enjoy the song you showed me! Cicada days, I believe it was called. Anyways, sorry. Don't feel bad for having emotions. You're fine; we can sit down and take a few deep breaths. Alright? You'll be alright. Trust me. I'm here for you."

[daddyfroglegs]

hii i wrote this fic a while ago but just got this app again so im gonna post it here too! hope y'all like🙂

Something's Off...

tags: fluff, lil angst, death mention?? idk lmk if i missed anything

Ever since Miguel, your husband, came back home from running errands a few days ago, you can't help but notice that something is off. He's more muscular, his dark brown eyes that now hold a hint of red are more tired than ever, and he looks at you and your daughter like it's the first time he's seen you in years. And does he have..fangs? Slight differences, sure, but differences nonetheless.

You stand in the middle of the living room, about to put something on the TV for you and Gabi to watch. Suddenly, you feel a pair of big arms wrap around your waist from behind and someone's head rest on your shoulder, kissing your neck. You shudder and goosebumps run up your arms as your heart pangs with a feeling you can't quite name.

"I missed you.." Miguel whispers into the crook of your neck, lightly squeezing you tighter and planting another kiss on your neck.

Confusion creeps upon your face as you hesitantly respond, "I missed you, too?"

The man sighs contently, his breath hitting your neck and making you shiver. "Oh, where's Gabi?" He raises his head slightly.

As if cued, Gabi skips in sporting her favorite princess nightgown, babbling about the current drama going on in her second grade class. She stops when she sees Miguel and squeals excitedly. "Papi! You're home!" She giggles, running up to her father. Miguel turns around and beams down at the little girl, scooping her up into his arms. "Ay, mija!" He kisses her face and tickles her sides, and Gabi starts laughing and telling her father to stop.

Your heart sinks as you watch your husband hold Gabi, your mind screaming that something isn't right. However small they may be, the differences keep playing in your head. You look at the father-daughter duo, uncertainty written all over your face.

Miguel continues to play with his daughter and eventually stops tickling her, letting her catch her breath. He chuckles and looks over to you, seeing your expression. "Everything okay, hun?" He notices you staring at him, your gaze filled with hesitation. His eyes widen slightly, realizing that you know something isn't right. "What's wrong?" He asks again, his voice gentle.

You shake your head and plaster a fake smile on your face. "I-nothing, just, um, tired.." You lie through your teeth. "Come on, Gabi. It's late, let's get you to bed, yeah?" You take Gabi from Miguel's arms, quickly carrying the girl to her room. You chuckle softly as she tries to protest going to bed, unaware of Miguel watching you through narrowed eyes.

You lay her down in her princess themed bed, tucking her in and leaving a kiss on her forehead. You turn on her nightlight as you exit the room, closing the door behind you. You begin biting on your fingernails, deep in thought.

You bump into something as you walk, looking up slightly. You didn't hear Miguel walk over. You turn your head, beginning to walk away before the man grabs your chin and turns your head to face him, his eyes searching yours. "Cariño, what is it? What's wrong?" You swear you feel your heart stop, your eyes widening as he leans in to study your face. You stumble back a little, letting out a nervous chuckle. "Uh-nothing! Just, I had a long day?" You continue to lie, deciding it would be best to keep your doubts to yourself, not knowing if the man in front of you is dangerous.

Miguel watches you closely, not convinced. "Hey, don't lie to me. I can tell you're nervous." He moves your head side to side, sighing. "You know, don't you?"

Now you're sure your heart stops, all the color draining from your face as you look up at him. "Look-I don't know who, or what, you are, or where you came from, but you're not him. What did you do with him?" Your voice shakes with fear as you back up again, terrified.

Miguel's eyes widen, shocked at your accusation. What did you do with him? He takes a step closer to you, trying to remain calm and make you understand. You had to know the truth.

"Hermosa, listen to me. I'm not him, it's true." His hands move to cup the sides of your face, making you look at him again. "I'm not him. But you need to understand, I'm not here to hurt you, I promise. Just let me-" You cut him off by shaking your head, struggling in his hands as tears begin to prick your eyes.

"What happened to him?" You continue to struggle. "Let go of me! Please!" A few tears roll down your cheeks as you get more worked up and scared.

Miguel removes his hands from your face, letting you go as you beg him to, tears falling down your face. The sight of you like this makes him want to cry too, all he wants to do is hold you. He takes in a shaky breath, regaining his composure. "Please, sit down. Please listen to me." He pleads with you, his voice cracks slightly as he begs you to hear him out.

You look up at him, still confused and scared. You hesitate, but slowly nod before walking into the living room and sitting on the couch. You hug yourself, your hands squeezing your elbows as you watch him sit across from you. He rubs his hands on his knees, letting out a deep breath. "I know this is going to sound crazy, but I need you to believe me when I say I'm telling the truth." He looks into your eyes with full honesty and sincerity, waiting for your response. When you look at him and nod, though still a bit skeptical, his lips curl up into a soft smile before he continues talking. "I'm..from another dimension. Your Miguel, I.." He pauses for a moment, thinking of the best way to phrase it. "I replaced him. Though you seem to have figured that out."

He looks at the ground before looking back to you. Your face contorts with confusion as many questions flood your mind. You hesitate, thinking of what to say first. "That's not-How is that possible?" Is what you decide on, looking at the man across from you with genuine curiosity.

Miguel sighs with relief as you take in the news much better than he thought you would. "I figured you would ask that. Um, my universe is..gone. Destroyed. Erased." You look even more confused but continue to listen. "I had nowhere else to go. When I found this universe, when I saw that you and Gabi were here, I.." His voice trails off and he hangs his head.

You look at the man with pity, sorry for his loss that you're not quite sure you understand. "So then-" He raises his head to look at you again. "So then, where is he? Everything else makes enough sense, I guess, but what happened to him?" You ask, referring to your husband and saving all the questions you have about there being multiple universes for later.

Miguel bites the inside of his cheek before taking a deep breath and sighing. "To put it simply, he's..he's dead.." He looked at you before closing his eyes. He couldn't bear to to see the immense amount of pain and shock on your face. "He sacrificed himself for the safety of you and Gabi." He opens his eyes after you don't talk for a few moments.

Your heart drops and the reality of his words sets in. You cover your mouth with your hand and place the other over your heart. You can't control the tears that start to stream down your face. You would've rather been told that he's being held captive somewhere, he's in a different dimension, just as confused as you, anything but this. "He..he's gone?" Your voice cracks and your shoulders shake as you let out a choked sob, slightly muffled by the hand still over your mouth.

Miguel gets up from the couch and walks over to sit beside you. He wraps an arm around you, his hand resting on your shoulder. "I know, I know.." He coos, rubbing your shoulder as he comforts you. "I'm here for you and Gabi. You two can count on me, I promise. I've searched through countless amounts of universes to be with you again. I know it'll take time for you to trust me, but I'll be with you every step of the way, if you'll let me.." He looks down at you crying and squeezes your shoulder lightly, letting you know he means every word.

You pause, thinking about it. This man holding you is not your husband, but he is? He feels like him, smells like him, sounds like him, and travelled to another universe just to have another chance with you. After a moment, you lean into his touch, laying your body against his broad chest as tears continue to spill from your eyes.

Miguel lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding in as you lean against his chest. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tight. He looked up at the ceiling, thanking whatever higher power for the chance to have you in his arms again, even if it had to be like this.

"Mama?" You turn to see Gabi standing by the couch, rubbing her eyes. "What's wrong?" She asks, yawning.

You sit up a little, wiping the tears from your eyes. "Oh, nothing, baby. I was just thinking of this sad movie I watched the other day." It hurts to lie to your daughter, but you decide it's best to save the true reason for another day, if that day ever comes. You pull Gabi into your lap, running your fingers through her curly hair. "What are you doing out of bed, sweetie?"

Gabi sighs and lays on your chest as you play with her hair. "I can't sleep! I told you I'm not tired." She yawns again and you giggle. You're about to get up to take her back to bed before Miguel speaks.

"You want me to get her to sleep?" He offers, looking down at you. "That way you can get some rest?" You look up at the man, still a little uncertain, then nod.

"Mhm, that'd be nice." You sit up slightly as Miguel stands from the couch and takes Gabi off your lap. "Come on, nena. Let's get you back in bed."

He places Gabi on the floor and takes her little hand in his hand, leading her back to her room and helping her get into her bed. "Want me to read you a story?" The girl sleepily nods and Miguel picks a book before starting to read to her.

You sit on the couch, alone in the living room as you take a moment to process what just happened. You sigh and get up from the couch, going to your bedroom. You stop at Gabriella's door, watching Miguel read your daughter a story even though the girl is sound asleep. Your heart pangs with sadness. You walk to your room, sitting on the bed. You run your hand over the side where your husband sleeps, or slept. He's still here, it's just..not him. You feel tears prick your eyes again.

Miguel places a kiss on Gabi's forehead and puts the book he was reading back on her shelf. He leaves the room and closes the door behind him. He walks over to your bedroom and sees you sitting on the bed with a sad expression. "Querida." He whispers and you turn around. "Come here, please." He holds his arms out as you get off the bed and walk over to him.

Miguel raises your chin to look at him before taking your hands in his. "I need you to listen to me." He says, looking deeply into your eyes. "I'm not your Miguel, I know that. I know you're confused and scared, but I would never hurt you, I would do anything for you and Gabi. I will love you if you let me, just, please.." He promises and pleads with you, squeezing your hands.

You look down at his hands holding yours, then back to him. You take a moment to look at his face, seeing the sincerity engraved in his features. The honesty and love for you rooted in every wrinkle, freckle, and perfect imperfection. You move your hands from his and step closer, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist and laying your head on his chest.

Miguel gasps, his breath catching in his throat as he looks down at you. It takes a second, but the warmth of your body on his courses through every fiber and vein in his being. He wraps his arms around your body and rests his face on the top of your head, mumbling a small "thank you" into your hair.

You stay like that for a moment, embracing each other. Miguel slowly moves a hand up to your face, softly cupping your cheek. You look up at him.

"Can I, um.." He hesitates, not sure if he should finish his question.

But you nod, leaning in closer, just slightly. Not enough to close the space in between you, but enough so that he can feel your soft breaths hit his lips, enough that he can appreciate every single one of your features up close for the first time in what has been forever. Every moment spent away from you has been an eternity, and he finally has you in the palm of his hand again. You're close enough that he is reminded of how deeply his love for you travels. That if you asked for his heart on a silver platter, he would happily supply you the blade strong enough to tear through his flesh and ribs that have always been made for you. In every dimension, he is made to love you.

He leans in closer, your lips brushing against each other. He looks into your eyes, silently begging for permission.

You breathe out a laugh and close the distance left between the two of you. Your lips connect with his and he makes a noise of surprise. He closes his eyes and pulls you even closer, terrified to let you go. His lips move against yours and he hums, relishing in the feeling of your mouth on his. His tongue darts out and he tastes the flavor of your chapstick, the same in every universe.

You sigh and he takes the chance to deepen the kiss, his tongue meeting yours. You move your hands up, one moving to his neck and the other moving into his hair. You play with the hair at the nape of his neck and stumble backwards, the backs of your knees hitting the edge of the bed.

The kiss breaks as you both gasp for air, but you hold each other close nonetheless. Miguel moves his hands down to the backs of your thighs, lifting you up. You get the hint and wrap your legs around his hips. He carries you over to the side of the bed and places you onto it, his eyes never leaving yours. You lift the blanket and slide your legs under it as your husband walks around and crawls into the other side of the bed.

Once you're both under the covers, Miguel doesn't waste a second and draws you close to him again. You wrap your arms around his neck and his arms wrap around your waist.

You both smile softly at the other, appreciating what's in front of you in the darkness of the room.

"I missed you.." Miguel whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I know." You smile and place a kiss on the bridge of his nose.

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transferring this was HELL so i hope the formatting isn't too bad😭 thank you for reading if you did💓 currently working on another one whenever i got the motivation!!

[mako-asmr]

~Wake Up Kitten~

Catnap & Dogday {SFW}

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“Catnap, get up!”

This was a very frequent occurrence for the eclipse duo, Dogday would find his feline companion fast asleep in some of the most peculiar places. Under the bed, in a storage box, he even found him on top of the fridge one evening. On this day in question Dogday had found the cat resting outside, curled up in a bed of flowers.

Much like usual, Dogday only got a sleepy grumble in response from the cat, who remained peacefully asleep and unaware of the dog's concern.

“Kitten, you're gonna catch a cold.” The canine whined a bit in between his words, it wasn’t exactly the best weather for Catnap to be sleeping in considering the fact that it would start raining soon.

“Mmm..” Catnap didn’t budge at his companions' concerns, while he was sure Dogday had a good reason to worry he (much like usual) was far too tired to care.

“Kitten, you either get up or I get you up.” The tone Dogday had used sounded serious, although not threatening. His words held a hint of playfulness which Catnap took note of quickly, the feline knew that tone all too well.

Now you would think at this point anyone would just listen to their concerned friend and get up to go inside, right? Well, let’s just say Catnap isn’t easily persuaded.

“Mmm..” Catnap let out one last grumble as he turned onto his stomach, further ignoring the canine's warnings. When he wasn’t met with a response he couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous, but it was fine right?

Catnap kept his eyes closed, assuming Dogday had left he decided to try and drift off back to sleep.

“You should have listened to me~”

The felines tail instantly fluffed up upon hearing his companions teasing whispers in his ear, Catnap was going to retort back only to be interrupted by his own giggles as he felt Dogday’s fingers spidering away at his sides.

“H-Hehehehey..!” This was bad, Catnap was still far too tired to really put up a fight. All he could do was squirm around as Dogday continued his attack, his giggling quickly increasing to full blown laughter as he felt the canine target his hips.

“Ah ah, no fusing kitten~ I told you to get up~” Dogday couldn’t help but smile hearing the feline's laughter, he always made sure to tickle Catnap every so often just to hear his sweet giggles and see him smile.

Catnap meekly attempted to push the dogs hands away, his laughter and soft purrs falling freely from his mouth. It was when Dogday began cooing at him that he knew he was done for.

“Aww, are you purring kitten~?” Oh goodness not that tone.

“N-Nohohoho! Dogdahay!” Hearing his companion squeal out his name only further widened the smile on the dog's face. “Yes nightlight?”

Hearing that nickname made Catnap cave almost instantaneously, of course Dogday had to cheat and say that name while simultaneously digging into his armpits. Catnap’s purrs and laughter fell freely from his lips, he could do nothing but squirm and meekly attempt to push the dog’s hands away.

“S-STAHAHAP IT! BAD DOHOHOG!” Dogday let out a dramatic gasp as he heard Catnap’s words (as much as he could with all his laughing anyways).

“Bad dog?” Uh oh.

“Bad dog~?” Catnap shouldn’t have said that.

“Oh, I’ll show you a bad dog~!”

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[sketchfanda]

Kirishima's Mystique Party 2

Titanic Duo

Never let it be said that Ms.Midnight didn’t go out of her way to look out for and take care of her students, after all part of why she got into teaching was to ensure they got to enjoy the best years of their youth. It just so happened that being rated R heroine was, in her mind nothing embodied the peak of youthful energy than to indulge in their deep primal lust and desires to get through those awkward hormonal urges so it didn’t interfere with their hero studies. Now call it Unorthodox as it certainly was but it couldn’t be denied that it could be effective. Plus nothing made for strong bonds between men and women than the intimacy of casual sexual relations and if one wanted proof?

Well she would simply and happily point out Kirishima and his relationship with Mina and Maya as a prime example, after all a guy with two girlfriends? Both of which loved having him sleep with other women to boot was all the erotic heroine needed to show her methods worked which was likely why Kirishima was her go to guy in a manner of speaking for a little thing she called her S-exchange student program. Wherein any hero students visiting from abroad or vice versa did so with the intent of hooking up for a couple of rounds of adult twister and horizontal tango for the sake of “diplomatic relations”. Which was why our resident himbo currently found himself playing chaperone and escort for a pair of exotic pretty things from Jump City, USA by the names of Raven and Starfire.

To say they were knockouts or bombshells was an understatement, if Mina and Maya were his candy/bubblegum duo, these 2 could be just about called Sunshine and Nightlight. Starfire was a perky orange skinned redhead with the most bright emerald green eyes and a personality that could be only on par with the energy and playfulness of a kitty cat. Whereas Raven on the other hand was an ash skinned, violet haired goth wet dream made reality, violet eyes cool yet hiding much passion and energy beneath. A perky bimbo-like sweetheart and a broody zombie girl, what guy wouldn't be popping a boner or a straight girl questoning her own sexuality right now?

Star of course was more than eager to want see the sights Japan had to offer while Raven was content to seemingly just go along with the flow, to which Kirishima as their escort and chaperone did his level best to oblige of course. But part of him had to be on guard and wait for the other shoe to drop, after all these two came here on Midnight's S-exchange program. Hell Mina and Maya were sending him regular updates of their own chaperone runs with the pink and blue hotties "entertaining" Maya's two besties from Jagua del Toro in Mona and Jessie via some very saucy pictures and videos. The body language coming off of Star and Raven certainly wasn't helping in the struggle with his raging rising libido either.

Oh yes indeed in addition to those amazing puberty blessed bodies of theirs which put models and porn stars alike to shame, their choice in casual wear seemed intent on making him pitch a tent. From Star's simple violet tanktop which struggled to contain her bodacious bouncing bosom to those tight blue denim jeans which hugged her toned legs and well toned bubbly ass so tight that they might as well seem painted on. And ooh hers was an ass that wouldn't quit not that raven wasn't a slouch in that department either, especially as she also happened to be a living definition of the term big titty goth girl. For someone so cool and stoic that she could seem like a frigid ice queen, her black denim short-shorts, mesh thigh-high stockings and fishnet tanktop and onyx sports bra really showed off a lot of that slate grey skin of hers and to say nothing of how she and Star could give Mina a challenge with their own quite healthy, thick thighs.

But so far, so good at the least, it was all just seeming to go well until the chivalrous himbo realised their recent train ride took them right into the Kabukicho district in Shinjuku....which was Ms.Midnight's turf and ooh lo and behold what should he see coming up but the rated R heroine's love hotel!! Not having anytime to try and comprehend what was going on, of course, as he found Star giggling as she forcefully yet playfully began pushing him to go along inside, backed by her quirk's flight and strength as well as a little boost from Raven's telekinesis. The trio soon inside the elevator after the latter confirmed a reservation check-in made under their name by Midnight and provided their room number and key card, this was when Eijiro found the shoe had dropped already before he could even see it coming. The overwhelming continuing as Star in the middle of the long elevator ride to the deluxe suite suddenly leapt into his arms, abushing him with a hug before she suddenly planted her lips on his with a deep, sloppy and passionate kiss while Raven watched on idly, albeit with a small blush on her cool face as she sensually bit her lower lip.

It wasn't long before of course the stoic gothic babe found Star pulling in towards them, raven rolling her eyes playfully at her friend's usual boundless enthusiasm and need to share the passion. The make-out becoming a three way sloppy dance of tongues as they kissed, feeling up Kirishima's muscles under his shirt while encouraging his hands to explore and grope their bodies, which truly put porn stars to shame and envy with the combination of natural tones, thickness and curves. Making sure he got a nice handful of their tits and ass while they caressed his groin, feeling the crotch of his pants forming a swelling bulge, it was no small wonder soon as the elevator finally arrived, they wasted no time getting to their room and stripping naked soon as the door closed. Kirishima now finding himself facing the sunshine and goth babes in all their nude glory as they themselves were more than liking what they saw of him, especially with raging hard cock of his.

The duo proceeded to entice their chaperone further into his most base instincts and desires as they knelt side by side on the queen sized bed, presenting their glorious bubbly asses like the bitches in heat they were. Giving those glorious cheeks a shake as they made them twerk and clap like thunder, the meaty buns jiggling like jelly as he caught glimpses of their wet slits as if they called him with a hidden siren song to mount these bodacious bombshells and fuck them like he wanted to put his babies into them. It was no wonder he felt like his body was moving on autopilot as he found himself squatting down behind Raven and Star as he shifted between fingering one of them and eating out the other, coaxing deep throated moans of desire from them. Especially when they felt his shark like teeth nibbling at them or even found that quite skilled tongue of his rimming their donut holes, small wonder he was more than experienced and used to pleasing two women at once.

But of course the contrasting duo wanted to gladly return the favour to their sturdy himbo guide as after having had an orgasm or few between them, they had Kirishima sitting on the edge of the bed and proceeded to perform a tag team tandem fellatio. Kissing and licking his length and girth with a sloppy blowjob as not even his balls were left untouched in their oral assault, taking turns sucking and blowing on that immense slab of meat as pink hearts lust began to form and glow in their exotic eyes. Indicating that their baser instincts and desires were taking over, further driving them into being little more than bitches in heat. Pussies dribbling juices down to growing puddles on the floor as their wombs yearned to have that Lil' Riot of his fuck them so hard that they'd feel like their guts were being rearranged.

But of course there was no rush for the duo and Kirishima knew it, intent on making this encounter a memorable experience for the visiting gaijin students that they would never forget as he stood on the bed, a seated Raven’s head held in his grasp as he facefucked her while star ate her out. Before giving the perky catlike redhead a deep, hard fast fuck doggy style as her gothic friend hugged him behind and made out with him as the trio became a tangle of limbs shifting and switching between positions and a variety of two on one to one on one. Filling the hotel room with their cries of lust and the primal pornographic sounds of heavy skin slapping sex with little to no signs of stopping for a good while, going at it with a pace and intensity that'd put porn stars to shame as much if not more so than their bodies.

From doing one girl from behind or in missionary as she ate out the other to having one sit on his face so he could lick away at their snatch as the other bounced on him cowgirl style as they had a lesbian make out session. To having one of them in a mating press or whatever one on one position came to mind as the other girl recovered to the moody goth and sunshine girl keeping him in the mood with their slutty mouths and asses or giving him a little girl on girl show, the action was relentless. Especially whenever their quirks were used to enhance and spice up the proceedings, orgasm after orgasm marking the passage of time as seconds went into minutes and hours. Until finally as the sun was setting, the trio laid there in the messy, sweat and juice soaked bed sheets as the warmth of their afterglow and their erotic exhaustion had finally caught up to them with Raven and Star snuggling up on either side of their burly chaperone.

You think this was intense of course, just wait until the next day when Kirishima would come over with them to check up on Mina and Maya with their escorts. Because of course they were going to want details, not to mention get to know the pair personally and intimately. I was an absolute must with any and every girl that got wild and sexy with their Red Riot Alpha male of course. Just the fun of Midnight's S-exchange program a chance to meet new people...and have such naughty fun with them.

For those of you wondering of course, yes there were plenty of others enjoying Midnight's little program but you really expect me to cover all that? And no Bakugo and Mineta were not involved, I mean you really think I'm giving either of them a piece of that action? I'm sure there are plenty of writers or artists who'd satisfy your sadomasochistic thirst for that you sickos!! This writer sure as hell ain't one of them!!

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There is a saying about the best laid plans of mice and men and for Eijiro Kirishima, codename Red Riot, unfortunately that tended to be a fact of life in the pro hero life he was all too aware of. Ever since that day that hand covered killing touch psycho came into the USJ with an army of villains and a genetic freakshow made to kill All Might, it seemed a struggle just to have a normal highschool life. Even after that, the fact remained such as his current assignment with the Fatgum Agency, having been tasked to go undercover to take down a criminal group who had been stealing money from the banks across Japan to fund and pay for his secret underground fight ring. It was simple enough, go in with a disguise as a random contestant, find some evidence and boom, the sting operation commenced to bring the bastards down!!

That had all seemed eeasy enough but just his luck, seems first timers had the pleasure of their debut being to go up against the champion of this fight club, a young girl in his age group by the name of Karura Kure. Now he didn't know much of anything about Karura herself personally but her last name, well that was a different story entirely. You didn't get into the world of combat sports, underground fights or the field of mercenaries and assassins and not hear or know of the infamous, notorious Kure clan. Whose nature was such that they were just as willing and able to be hired to kill a target who just happened to have hired them previously, mercs, go figure.

But be that as it may, he knew he couldn’t back down at this point, besides which Even a quirk as basic as his was would be ideal in this sort of environment. And yet somehow in spite of all, to the shock and amazement of the crowd in attendance, he’d won but something told him that meant trouble and with good reason mind you. In spite of her defeat, Karura had quite the smile on her face as she now wanted the undercover hero and she wanted him, bad!! You see in Karura’s family, the males were encouraged to breed with women who came from strong families while the females sought out the strongest men whose genes would ensure potential and the secret Red Riot made her womb yearn for a bun in the oven.

Before she could see about approaching him for a little post fight intimacy, that was when the agency made its move and began the raid crack down on the fight club. Karura, seeing her services with her client were about to come to their logical end, made her move as she grabbed and began to pull Kirishima away with her to a hidden exit, offering to help him escape. Now of course he didn't want to but he had to keep his cover so course he had no choice but to go along with it. It wasn’t long after navigating the maze like passage ways that Kirishima found himself the infamous succubus of the Kure in a win form the warehouse the fight club had set up shop, all,done up to resemble something like the luxury rooms of Midnight’s love hotel.

He had a sinking sterling she had more than an ulterior motive for being him here, which was only proven right as he turned around to find Karura had stripped naked. The Succubus’ distinct eyes twinkling with wanton need and delight and a radiant, sensual smile beaming kn her face as she proceeded to pull a classic kabedon on him. Pinning the undercover Red Riot up against a corner of a wall, as he did his best to keep his eyes from wandering and drinking in every glorious detail of her nude from her exquisite tits to her stunning set of abs, she didn’t have a six pack as so much a 12 pack!! Leaning in close to him as she sensually whispered a simple set of words that had been running through her mind the moment she had first laid eyes on him and he had defeated her…..

Karura:”I want your babies…….”*Soon as she had spoken thst, she locked her lips with his, tongue invading his mouth with a sloppy, passionate kiss. Romance and lust alike in her actions as she pushed her toned, honed, well trained naked body up against his, purring and moaning as her tits pressed and rubbed those firm pecs. Hands exploring his muscular form as the heat within her body grew in its need to have this himbo mate and breed with her. Her sensual ambush causing his own primal instincts to kick in as his libido took the helm, hands reaching out to grab and squeeze that glorious ass.*

The Kure Succubus naturally relished and welcomed such an assertion of dominance, her every nerve tingling with skyrocketing arousal and desire at having this fine specimen fuck her with the primal intent of putting a bun in her oven. Every scrap of clothing pried off of him until her exotic eyes finally behind that Herculean physique in all its naked glory, Michelangelo's David had nothing on this beefcake. For Karura of course, there was no need for foreplay or to use mouth and body to work up that fine third leg of his or get her in the mood, their fight alone she felt had been enough of a warm up. Any man that could take her in a fight without prompting her to use removal was a keeper she simply had to have as the father of her future children.

So little to no time was wasted in their making out as they were soon on the bed, making it creak an shake with enough force that it'd be no surprise the damn ting would break sooner or later once they were done with it. The Kure combat prodigy moaning with sensual wanton abandon as she was taken from behind doggy style, grasping and biting the bed sheets. Drooling all the while as Kirishima pumped and jackhammered away with absolute force, lie any true alpha male should when claiming his mate, his body language displaying that he was certainly no slouch, let alone a virgin when it came to sex. That thought of just how many other women her future baby daddy had been with was such a turn-on, as her arms and legs gave out causing her to lay flat on her front as Kirishima now took her in a prone bone position mounting atop her as he fucked her like his life depended on it...which it did, in a sense.

Her ass jiggling with every smack and impact of their loins, the thrilling rhythm and sensation of skin slapping on skin as they filled the room with the sounds of their mating as she relished each and every orgasm. More so whenever he came inside her, not wanting him to pull out since after all, she needed to ensure she'd finish this encounter knowing she'd get knocked up. And oh what a delight to find his stamina and staying power enough to keep up with her, this quirk of his especially helped, just the idea of how strong their children would become with a variation of it on top of the Kure family traditional style and techniques? Won't her clan be proud, hell if grandfather approved, and once he learned her suitor's name, he could become her future husband!!

It was a different sort of battle compared to their close quarters exchange in the fight club ring as the sturdy himbo tussled with the vinous little minx. Using all his experience and knowledge to try and sate the seemingly endless thirst Karura had for him, her desire only magnifying whenever he managed to assert dominance, going from taking her from behind to a mating press. To having to use his quirk to ensure the ferocity and intensity of her riding him cowgirl style as her toned, trained body glistening with sweat. Minutes passing into hours with orgasms after orgasm until finally, the noises had faded into a blissful silence albeit the bed had now been completely trashed.

Karura of course made her escape, after leaving a little kiss on the lips for her sleeping prince and the father of her future children (given how thoroughly they fucked, if she wasn't pregnant? She'd have to find him again and try harder!!), vanishing into the night. Just in time as Kirishima's co-workers barged into the room, having finally found him, wondering what had happened to the poor guy as the amount of bites and scratches from the Kure girl had made it seem like he got into a tussle with a wild animal!! He was thankful that was their assumption and didn't question how or why said tussle had left him naked in a demolished bedroom.

The raid had been finished up after that, just about any and all main suspects rounded up and secured which left the usual post mission reports and paperwork to sort out. Boring stuff but bureaucracy was a necessary evil of course, besides which for Kirishima, it gave him time to recover and keep his mind off of Karura and her...unreal body and her...quite, sensual cute faces she especially made looking like some maiden in love....yeah okay for sure, soon as he got home? Mina and Maya were going to get an all night workout so h could burn off this excess energy, was this why they callled her the Succubus? Pretty fitting epithet all things considered and then some.

As for the Kure prodigy of course, soon as she got home, she had already looked into making some plans to see about another baby making session with her future chosen. Had to be thorough after all and besides which, wouldn't be too hard to find a guy with a scar, red eyes and shark teeth and a quirk like his, right? Especially if she knew what school he went to so she could transfer, after all, the family code made it a must for ehr to secure those fine genes. Pray for Kirishima, maniacs...God have mercy on us all.....

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Edgerunner

Some days and nights they say that it was never easy being a hero and for Kirishima? This was proving to be one of those occasions he was finding that fact being proven right, which quite frankly he was still wondering how in the hey he even wound up in this particular situation. One moment he’d be out with some fellow Fatgum agency interns on patrol around the harbour, next thing he knows there was an explosion and gunfire happening all around. So of course they had to try make sense of the situation and contain it before is spread and spiralled out into a complete and total clusterfuck!!

Whatever had been going on or how it had been caused was a mystery but given how some of those shipping crates bite the logo of Arasaka? It had to be some major corporate espionage bullshit, that was for sure, especially when one could make out the ominous presence of the one and only Adam Smasher himself. Arasaka’s resident cybernetic attack dog, the bogeyman of Night City, California himself who they say was more machine than man these days…and had a reputation for taking any job for his bosses so long as he knew how much collateral he could get away with. Given that he had filled entire graveyards on Arasaka’s orders, that especially said a lot so it was imperative whatever the situation was, it had to be minimalists before that walking tank turned this harbour into a slaughterhouse.

Case in point of course being this pint sized shortstack of a cyborg girl who’d been pinned down under heavy fire, and whose collection of weaponry was only matched or exceeded by her potty mouth. Being the chivalrous guy he was, of course he had to help her out and save her, like hell he was going to let her risk becoming the latest name to be added to Smasher’s long, ever growing list of victims. Besides which even people who strong and powerful quirks never actually tried to lick a fight with the guy, it was said to be the only ones who ever did were if you had a suicidal death wish. So amidst the skirmish, he made the call and got her the hell out of there, by the skin of his sharky teeth.

After enough distance to be considered safe and sound with the clusterfuck seeming to die down, no doubt Arasaka deciding to cut their losses and call their killing machine back on his leash, The hero in training ducked into a quiet warehouse and gently placed down the cyber girl atop a crate. Now came the question of what to do with this errant little renegade, who so thoughtfully introduced herself as Rebecca.....after a very lengthy and profanity laden round of insults sent his way of course. For such a half-pint, she certainly had quite the vocabulary on her, a creative one to say the least, some of those words or terms he swore he had never heard before. But once she calmed down enough, she co-operated just a bit to brief him on what exactly the hell had just happened there that got so bad that she almost risked becoming just another casualty in the Adam Smasher.

Just so happens Rebecca was part of a small little misfit gang of mercs known as edgerunners, guns for hire when it came to tasks involving corporate espionage and sabotage among other things of which to name a few. Such individuals almost always tended to be cyborgs, composed of those among the population who were quirkless and/or especially needed a means to get by and survive in today's world and naturally along with omnics lead to a veritable distinct sub culture of gang warfare, hackers and others and Rebecca's crew, among which included her older brother had been in the middle of their latest job. Wasn't anything much, just a simple smash and grab run stealing some fancy tech equipment, turned out their client forgot to mention the competitor they were stealing from had been Arasaka and the security was high level enough that it was no wonder Adam Smasher was involved. But fortunately her crew had made their escape but she'd been too pinned down by heavy fire to make her own exit and so here she was now looking at some likely jail time.

Kirishima:"Look I know you weren't intending anything wrong but from certain viewpoints, you're in plenty enough trouble that I can't just look the other way, you know?"*Doing his best not to blush at the rather cute pout the cyberpunk shortstack was making right baout now at his tough but fair point. Trespassing as well breaking and entering private property, outbreak of sudden violence that could;'ve escalated to riot levels if not literal corporate warfare and that was just off the top of his head. And edge-runners like herself were as frowned upon by the law as much as un-licenced vigilantes, she was going to be looking at quite the few weeks to months if not years behind bars. Especially with the kind of sway and pull Arasaka had, if they so wanted she could be getting life or the death penalty even, harsh as that sounded. Pity really when at her age, she still had some of the best years of her life ahead of her.*

Rebecca:*Still pouting adorably like a scolded puppy or kitten, yeah of course she knew she was fucking screwed, Christ Pilar would never let her hear the end of it. That is if he wasn't panicked after laughing his ass off at the idea of his little sister going up the river, then him and the rest of the crew would likely risk having to break her out, prison could be hell for cyborgs and omics. And this rather prime cut of himbo beef didn't look like someone she could buy off with a bribe of a few Eddies (Euro-Dollars), secretly biting her lip as she eyed those washboard abs of his, serious hunk material. Before the manic little chromed up pixie suddenly had herself an idea....a very awful, wonderful, awfully wonderful, wonderfully awful idea.*"Aww okay....but could I maybe just get one little request before you got to turn me in?"

The sturdy hero nodded, before having an uneasy suspicion about the sudden sensual gaze Rebecca wore for an expression as her hand reached out to his crotch. Proceeding to grope and rub it once she had a good grasp of his length, humming as she clearly liked what she was feeling as she used her free hand to grab his head and pull him down and in for a kiss. Ambushing him with a sudden sloppy make-out as the cyber-merc expressed her last request in the form of wanting this muscle mountain hunk to rock her world, suffice to say Kirishima never had much in the way of saying no to a girl once she pushed his libido's button. In no time at all, clothes went flying and the warehouse began to echo with the sounds of a wild little half-pint pixie cyber babe getting hot, sweaty and primal with an absolute unit plowing her like they were the last two people on Earth.

Now Rebecca wasn't what you'd call a slut by any means but she wasn't some prude virgin either by any stretch of the imagination. Christ the amount of porn pictures and video she had in her personal digital mental space folder would be enough to make even Mineta blush but Kirishima she found was putting any and every porno dude in that collection to shame. Not just in terms of his cock's length and girth but as well his skill as he currently had her pinned up against the wall, naked bodies pressed and rubbing together as he fucked fast, deep and hard. Her stomach bulging from his size and depth which was especially noticeable on her bison skull tattoo as her hair was loose and flowing, her pigtails knocked loose as her face wore an ahegao expression particularly whenever those heavy balls of his smacked her quite bubbly ass.

Rebecca wasn’t sure how much time had been passing at this point but really who could blame her with how amazing she was feeling right now?! The size difference between her and the sturdy himbo especially made it a thrill ride as she went from being folded like an accordion as he held in a mating press to bent over and laid out on a crate as she was taken doggy style and prone bone, her perky little cyber booty jiggling with every impact from Kirishima’s cock plowing her. At this point for the cyber halfpint, it was a competitive streak between the one who’d outlast the other when it came to stamina, a chromed up trigger happy shortstack or a hardening himbo who had quite a trail of experience when it came to women. Suffice to say, it went on for quite a while as that warehouse became a sexual battleground.

Against all odds of course, Rebecca had managed to keep herself conscious enough to be able to move and make her escape though a bit hesitant of course at leaving Kirishima’s warm snuggling arms. Leaving him a little note sealed with a kiss as she disappeared into the night thanking him for a good time, Kirishima a king up to find her gone, the clever girl. Playing on his natural urges like that, ah well wasn’t like he had officially caught her in the act of trouble or anything. That was an edgerunner for you, always living it up to the name and then some.

it’d been a few days to weeks since thst chaotic evening in the harbour before Kirishima was back to his more regular daily routine, having not sen nor heard from Rebecca since then. No doubt she had long since gone back to Night City or was being out somewhere in Japan until then but given she hadn’t appeared on any headlines, she was keeping out of trouble. The Red Riot hero currently on his latest outing with Mina and Maya when his cell buzzed, fishing it out to find a notification for some messages which he checked. Eyes widening and his face blushing at the contents now laid bare on his screen.

Seems Rebecca had managed to find his number and had wasted no time in ambushing him with a series of naughty selfies, plenty of which were sexy, saucy nudes. The cyber minx smiling as she claimed to be showing off some new upgrades she had gotten that she promised would make the next time around she ever saw him again even wilder and thst he can have himself a little fuel for his fantasies. His girlfriends of course looking over his shoulder, grinning like the rolls they were as they no doubt had a lot of questions to ask about who their stud’s latest lady friend was. That is after they finished seeing some more of those pictures of course…then the interrogation would begin…

[ckswitch]

Some folly + lampert doodles form silly bobox game

[nikki-pondtheauthor]

Sneak Peek to House of Memories - Future chapter

AU Soulmate fic with Danny/Dick as the pairing. 

"See ya, Night," Danny murmured.

Dick's brows scrunched up. "Night?"

"Well, you keep calling me 'Sunlight'," Danny tried to hide his embarrassment. Sue him, he's not great with nicknames.

Dick looked amused, which further made his cheeks burned brighter red. "Awww. You're giving me warm feels, Sun."

Danny scowled. He knew it was stupid. "Yeah, whatever." As he was about to walk away--

"Hey, hey, hey, hey," Dick rushed forward, taking both of Danny's hands. Blue earnest eyes stared at him that always made his breath hitched, "I like it. Nightlight and Sunlight. Like a duo. Though I still wonder why 'Night'?"

Danny gave a hesitant smile. Because I've been lost by myself in the darkness. When I can't find my way, it's always you who finds me. Like a nightlight. But he didn't say that to Dick, he just leaned into his friend's touch, knowing this was better. Safer.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45070999/chapters/113380939

[oneluckydragon]

GODDDDDD.. I SAW THE TAGS THAT YOU LEFT ON MY POSTS AND I AGREE WITH YOU SO MUCH.

Erida and Echo are such an interesting duo and honestly I can see Erida having even bigger of a struggle in trying to approach Echo first. Mainly because she's most definitely aware that her behavior and mannerisms resemble too much of Dusknoir's and if she were to ever find out about what the guy did to Echo and Sora.. yeah she'll be extremely careful when approaching out of fear to not set off any alarms (because it's already enough that someone she resembles who was nice turned out to be evil, what's stopping her from just ending up like him?). But once she regains her memories of her past life and finds out about Echo's origins as well? she'll be so worried for her. even when they both hailed from different worlds and acted differently, Erida will at least try to comfort Echo in her eternal self-struggle with her past, be it by trying to comfort her or at least be the shoulder she has to lay on when things get rough emotionally. She won't try to be pushy about it but she'll let Echo know that she isn't alone in her struggles and that Erida is just one call away if she ever needs her.

AND GAIA AND SORA.. don't even get me started.

I think what truly separates between Gaia and Erida and their backstories is that whereas Erida had her memories screwed over twice and didn't find out about who she was until later on, Gaia was aware of who she was/is on day 1. From the moment she landed on the Grass Continent, she knew what she was and what she hailed from, but masked her feelings about it and just saw everything that had happened as a second chance for a better life. And while she would absolutely love Sora just as much, her aura sensing abilities would scare Gaia a bit because a part of her tells her that the whole reason people treated her a bit nasty is because parts of her past life and soul just flared like an aura that set them off and told them exactly what they had to know about her, even if shes redeemed. but for Sora to know all of that and tolerate Gaia, and even go as far as ENJOYING her company??? that little claydol would cry tears of joy (if she had tear ducts, that is.). Just the idea of having a friend and someone who wants her around besides Erida is so foriegn to her that she might even doubt a bit and think that her chain is getting yanked. but once she knows it's legit, you bet that she'll levitate all happily around and be just as happy as Sora is.

they all mean so much to me... (sorry if i rambled too hard in your askbox... your girlies have taken a part in my head as well so the feeling is mutual.)

s1nn0hh OH MY GOD. I love your girlies. I love them SO much. The fact I wrote out all those tags and spammed you so much and you STILL took the time to respond with this!! I am unwell!!!

Erida being the one to struggle even more than Echo in the first stages of their friendship messes me up (Erida being so kind and patient and gentle because she's working on her own self-image and perception and AUGH I love her).

Echo is pretty bold so I can definitely see her warming up to Erida first despite the fact that Erida resembling Dusknoir so much brings back some harsh memories. But Echo could care less though. Erida is not Dusknoir and so she has nothing to do with those unfortunate experiences. And the idea of these two girlies being friends and UNDERSTANDING each other makes me unhinged. And Echo is so ferocious when it comes to protecting those she cares about (she will NOT lose another friend, she'll use her abilities to shelter the ones she loves) so if anyone even LOOKED at Erida cross-eyed once they're friends Echo would tear them apart.

(I am now thinking of a cute idea that when Echo and Erida laugh or feel happy together their gold rings glow in sync and light up and it's the most adorable thing I've ever considered in my entire life). They're like... nightlight besties. I love that for them.

And Gaia and Sora! I talked about this already but you agreeing that Gaia would adore Sora too once she realized that Sora genuinely likes her and enjoys having her around is!!! THE BEST!!! THING!!!

Sora would be so enamored with Gaia I am TELLING you. She is the type to write out letters to friends just to update them on even the most menial, but sweet things. Like flowers she saw that day which reminded her of Gaia's coloring. Or good food that she had and it made her think of happy memories w/ her friends. Or something like, "Gaia! Today, Echo and I visited Shaymin Peak. While climbing I picked up a little trinket called a Sky Gift and the Shaymin tell me that it's an item meant to be shared with those you care deeply about, otherwise the item inside will cease to exist when opened. Of course I thought of you! I hope it ends up being something worthwhile. Write to me soon!" (and the item ends up being a friend bow!!)

I'm sorry I'm just emotional over the idea of Gaia doubting Sora's friendship with her (because surely Sora /knows/ something is wrong with her, she can sense aura and thus Sora should fear her) but then a SKY GIFT manifests an item symbolizing their bond w/ each other and it's a FRIEND BOW. If that isn't the most literal "Sora adores you" moment in the world, then I don't know what else is.

To sum it up, Sora loves with her entire heart and she'd make no exceptions for Gaia. I want them to hang out all the time. I will not take criticism. c:

[alvaeris]

i think the how to train your dragon books series is ETERNALLY superior to the movies. i'm not sorry!! it's true. i will never forgive them for what they did to kamikaze... they turned her into a basic blonde white girl called ASTRID! that is unforgiveable in my book. (pun intended.) also, hiccup and fishlegs as a duo were much better in the books. and the whole toothless being a seadragonus giganticus maximus plotline... THEY TURNED HIM INTO A 'NIGHT FURY'. THEY REMOVED HIS WHOLE CHARACTER ARC! but within the httyd cinematic universe, my favourite is the series, race to the edge. i seriously cannot with the movies! call me a purist, but it's true. why are these dragons getting MARRIED. a night fury and a light fury???? are their children nightlights???? THE WHOLE ALPHA KING THING. read the books, people. this is a public endorsement. READ THE HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON BOOK SERIES

[charcoalhawk]

No Batteries Required

Turns out that with all the other powers of a ghostly core, they also make a great emergency light source.

Second Phic for this Phic Phight!

Prompt from @jewishicequeen : There's a powerfail at school, and during a major test, too. So it's really lucky, if a bit weird, that Fenton glows in the dark? Or, Danny becomes a freaking nightlight.

Today is his home room period’s first test back from winter break, one of the most important for the quarter. Glancing around Edward Lancer counts twenty five bent heads, all focusing on the paper before them. Hopefully today they can get through the next, a quick glance at the old clock hanging in the wall, hour and four minutes without any ghost attacks or rouge bathroom trips.

If they ended up having to push this test back then it would mean the class would have less time to go over and review their next unit when the time came, which in turn he knows will push the entire schedule back at least a week or two, meaning less time to review the needed material, leaving his kids ill prepared for tests the entire quarter.

Even after two years Casper high had not been able to stretch or alter their curriculum to accommodate for their new, erm, ghostly neighbors. Every attempt to reach out to the larger school board had been met with quiet disdain and louder criticism.

At best they could use the few half days the calendar offered and convert them into extra time in the event a ghost prevented tests from being completed multiple days in a row. They were doing all they could to not take the kids' spring break, it wouldn’t be fair after all their kids went through to turn around and deprive them of one of the few chances for a break they could get.

But, nothing Edward can do about that right now. Now he has a duty to see these kids though their test today and hopefully be able to move into their next unit on Monday.

Weak sunlight is streaming through the windows, casting the room in a soft warm glow. One of many reasons Edward had requested an outer room of the school. He had found that, as distracting as the outside could be, having a room with a view to the outside kept his students from feeling too enclosed and anxious.

It also didn’t help that sunlight meant that his room was always nice and bright, better than the cheap overhead lights which could barely keep the room visible when the blinds were closed. In the last month three of them had been damaged to the point that they were nonfunctional, and several others were just too old and were on their last legs.

There’s no outward sign before it happens, no flashing light or rumbling earth, one moment Edward is observing his students from his desk, and the next the room is plunged into darkness.

Well, not complete darkness, but it’s a rather gloomy day, so the light from outside casts the entire room into a muddled gloom.

As his brain is trying to catch up with his eyes his ears finally register the echo of all the lights in the room going pop and out at once.

In the half second before his students register what’s going on Edward curses himself for even thinking things could not go wrong.

No one screams, at least. But there’s the screech of cheap metal chairs on tile as his students try to figure out what’s going on. There’s no burst of light from students' phones, which strikes him as odd, before Edward remembers they’re all sitting in little cubbies at the front of the room.

After an unfortunate encounter with a ghostly duo of the mad Nikolai Tesla rip-off and a metal Mohawk man, Edward had negotiated with his students that all phones were to stay at the front of the room and not on anyone’s person.

One only needed to experience a group electrocution from dozens of phones combined with sitting in metal chairs once before his students readily agreed to the new rule.

(There hadn’t been any lasting injuries, all in all it hadn’t been a super powerful attack, but one student had needed to go to the nurse for fainting after the shock. At least Dash and his friend group hadn’t teased young Daniel too badly for that.)

Now that the darkness had settled in, and there was no maniacal laughter to indicate that a ghost was directly behind this situation, the chatter from his students rose from a murmur to a fever pitch.

Two sharp claps bring everything to a halt, and Edward is greeted with twenty five pairs of eyes staring steadily at him.

“Everyone please remain calm,” his voice was loud in the now defining quiet of the room. “Hopefully this is a temporary issue and will be resolved in the next few minutes. Now, we still have light from the windows so if we could all please get back to our tests-“

A series of clanks and buzzes pierce the air from the side of the classroom, before the metal ghost shield contraption slams down over the windows with a god awful grinding sound. An echo of the screeching sound fills the room as Edward once again tries to comprehend what had just happened.

It must have been a failure in the schools power system, either a fluke or a ghost had been trying to cause problems but the fail safes had caused the entire system to shut down in self defense.

It didn’t immediately explain why the metal ghost shield enforcers had activated, but given that the system was less than two years old, and had been in large part programmed by Jack Fenton meant that there were bound to be a few flaws in the code.

And now the class was sitting in pitch darkness and gearing up to be in full panic mode. Unfortunately with all their undead neighbors the school has had little time to educate the students in what they should do in situations not involving the undead.

Shove a kid in a room with a ghost and they would arrive back in class five minutes later with a triumphant grin and a few scorch marks, close a kid in a room and set off the tornado warning and suddenly everyone was running around with their heads cut off.

No one has run from their feet towards their phones yet, but Edward knows it’s only a matter of time. And then he’ll have a stampede of terrified juniors all running over each other in the pitch black classroom.

For all this was their classroom, it was a new room to everyone. A particularly nasty attack from the Wisconsin ghost a few days back had almost completely obliterated their homeroom, so they were forced to relocate to a little used lab room in the far wing while Mayor Masters found the resources to allocate to the school.

With silent feet Edward moves to where he knows the door is, it won’t be much, but at least if worst comes to worst he can slowly escort his class outside. But, the door handle won't budge, and his heart sinks to his shoes as the door refuses to open.

He knows part of the new ghost security system was that individual rooms could be completely locked down to catch a wandering ghost, but this seems like a large oversight of the Doctor’s Fenton part.

He makes his way back to his desk, then turns again, making his steps now audible to his class. Let them think he’s pacing, it’s a normal enough habit of his that the kids shouldn’t realize something is wrong.

“Alright everyone, please remain in your seats. If something has happened emergency power should activate soon, and once the faculty has figured out what’s wrong they’ll use the PA system to instruct us on what to do next.” damn, he can feel his own voice wavering slightly.

That’s hoping whatever caused this to happen didn’t affect the PA system, and if they end up doing a door to door notice they won’t be able to get theirs open, if they even remember seeing as this classroom is usually unused.

But, something is wrong. The room should be in complete darkness, but as the seconds tick by the room becomes steadily lighter, as if someone is slowly powering up a flashlight.

As the room slowly becomes visible all eyes are drawn to the source, a spot right next to the windows, but it’s not natural light.

It’s the color of the glow that truly throws Edward off. Most everything he’s encountered in the last few years that glowed were always a sickly green color, reminiscent of radioactive goop shown on Saturday morning cartoons. But this glow now reminded him of a sunrise. Small and bright, but always a welcome sight.

Even before the form becomes fully visible, Edward knows the culprit. Often the center of unnatural things occurring all around him, young Danny Fenton.

As his eyes adjust to the light he sees it is not, in fact, a flashlight, but Danny himself that is brightening the room.

Which, even for a ghost hunter's son, this is rather unusual.

But, one should neve look a gift horse in the mouth. He’s seen his students float before and even become an actual ghostly dragon in one very memorable occurrence. If this means he doesn’t have to reschedule this test, and as the minutes tick by it becomes clear that Danny is producing enough light for the entire class to see by, then Edward should simply go with the flow, as the kids say.

“Daniel,” and oh the poor kid looks just as freaked out as the rest of them feel, “could you please move to the middle of the room? Just ah- yes Cory if you could swap and move to Daniel’s seat that would be spectacular.”

There’s some very awkward shuffling as Danny and Cory swap seats, everyone’s eyes still drawn towards Danny like a moth to a flame.

“Thank you gentlemen, now seeing as Danny has, ah, provided us with an alternative light source for this period, let us all focus back on our tests. If you wouldn't mind staying after class, Danny, I do have some questions.”

“Heh,” snickering from the back of the class where he know Dash and Kwan commanded the football team like kings at a court, “I guess you could call Fenton a fleshlig-“

“Finish that sentence mr. Baxter, and you will find yourself staying after class for the rest of the week.” All movement in the back stops just as suddenly as if they had been frozen to their seats, “and you know Coach Telestaff is strict in her requirements to be at practices lest you not be put on the field.”

“I ahm, uh,” Danny is fidgeting from all the attention thrust upon him. He glances towards his friends who are giving furious little gestures under their desks that Edward pretends he can’t see, “I accidentally ate ectoplasm last night!”

Well, he had been going to discuss this privately, but teens so rarely wanted to stand out from their peers. Maybe he hoped explaining now meant he could leave when class was over.

“Yeah!” Danny sounds more confident as his story builds as he speaks, “my dad was trying out this new recipe from my mom’s sister, and I think he forgot he and my mom were working on one of their weapons earlier that evening and accidentally coated the entire thing in ectoplasm. But! It should go away on its own soon! Shouldn’t last more than a day!”

“Ok, thank you for your explanation, now if everyone could get back to their tests…”

As his students calm down and return to their tests a low hum slowly makes itself known over the shuffling of feet and scratching of pencils.

It is, not dissimilar to the sound of a content cat, in Edward’s experience. Looking out again he can see a small smile grace Daniel’s face as the other students calm around him.

But what does he know, it’s probably just the vents.