#or the realisation that you are something human?

[hermanoga]

this scene will have a special place in my heart REGARDLESS of what is about to unfold, even after the end of Link Click

Lu Guang's genuine happy smile slowly breaks as he looks at silly Cheng Xiaoshi.

it's not just a small smile we usually see

it's a smile that takes over the looming gloominess we have seen for the entire 3 seasons

this smile is DIFFERENT. The pleasant warm forest background along with the young green leaves falling on them, it is one of the most beautiful framings of shiguang I have ever seen. If the leaves were yellow/orange, it would have made me cry like a howling hyena because that signifies 'the autumn of life', death is not far away. But it's green and young! it symbolises young and pure love. The warmth of the forest really holds them like a blanket. This scene is vibrant with youthfulness and lively spirit, and the focus of the scene is THEM.

You know what is interesting, why is Yingdu so special? We had multiple opportunities in S1 and S2 to see Shiguang framed like this but they deliberately avoided it. for example take this scene,

the focus is on their hands, which is of course very symbolic and it just looks like Cheng Xiaoshi just asked,

"Would you like to be my life partner?"

- "yes"

but they didn't show their faces.

But I am not here just to talk about Shiguang. It's him

there is something in his expressions that pleasantly sends shivers to my heart.

He is genuinely happy to cross paths with them, probably in another life, he would not meet them as a spy. In another timeline, he would have enough agency upon his life to choose to befriend them of his own volition. Link Click is so agonisingly beautiful to portray the often ignored yet deep yearning of the human mind, the yearning to meet people who make you believe in 'found family', even if it's for a fleeting moment, you are grateful to be able to form human bondings, with people who feel to be 'your people'. You know when Beckett said that the fundamental condition of human existence is being enveloped by loneliness and that's why they are constantly in search of the 'others'...he was painfully truthful.

Whatever transpires (even if it's Xia Fei who actually kills Cheng Xiaoshi and wants to kill Lu Guang) this scene will not lose its value. On the contrary, the emotions will be more profound. In a world where destiny had not designed such a heinous survival game, we will be alive and happy together.

Another thing (apart from their friendship) he realises is that...how Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang are so deeply in love. (Listen, Ik the dialogues may add a whole different meaning altogether but I wanna write it cuz it makes me happy hmph!) He recognises it, and kind of wishes something of that in his own life too. I would not be surprised if he actually views shiguang as the model lovers he kind of pines for in his own life too ( probably with Vein-)

whatever, this scene is PRICELESS!

edit : this.

[always-just-red]

Hello! Y'know that one line of Sylus talking about his muscles saying "They're not real. But they move." The way he casually admits to not being entirely human

Could I request something angsty where Sylus has an uncanny valley aura about him where you just FELL something's not right and Sylus is all :( cause he can't make the MC feel comfortable around him but it's not like he can fix it either

Just a quick little fic for this whilst I work on a longer fic! Realised like two paragraphs in that I had the opportunity to do the most evil thing ever, so I did!! 😇 I'm really proud of this one guys pls show it some love! And thanks for the prompt, anon! You are my co-conspirator in all this evilness, mwa ha ha DISCLAIMER: This work does not reflect the feelings of the author, who would die for Sylus! Wants to hold Sylus's face in her hands and tell him he is everything good and pure in this dark, cynical chess game we call life! 😎✨

Monster

Sylus x Reader 🩸

Summary: A Deepspace Hunter's instincts never lie...

Genre: angst oh my GOSH so much angst

Warnings/Additional tags: f!reader, AU I guess as this is a different spin on an existing scene, *passes you some tissues* here you might need these! 🥰

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

You know monsters.

Earth-shattering. Sky-shearing. Teeth, reckless: always striving for something soft to sink into. To make a home in and to eviscerate. You’ve been grazed by it— kissed by that violence more times than you can count— and you are not soft anymore; there isn’t space for it. There are scars and then there’s armour, the kind you carry with you, the kind you couldn’t shed if you tried, and you haven’t tried, because why would you?

Horror isn’t loud and cataclysmic, it’s quiet. It’s those few seconds before your Hunter’s watch signals a fluctuation of Metaflux. A premonition, trained, or maybe just human instinct, raw and vulnerable: something is wrong, here. That prickle on your skin— the tip of that claw, raked, snaked down your spine. You feel it whenever a Wanderer lurks in the shadows, or beneath a stretch of water that’s unfathomably deep and far, far too still.

Sometimes, you feel it when you look at Sylus.

I know monsters.

Before you, a fragment of a mural tells a very old story, and beside you, a red-eyed man is thinking of flowers. It’s late, and the museum is quiet. You look at the fragment’s centre, where a female warrior is plunging a blade through a dragon’s heart. “Look,” you say, nodding at the figure with a half-smile. “My predecessor.”

Sylus hums thoughtfully. “What makes you say that?”

“Because that looks like a standard Tuesday to me. Some things never change, huh?”

But other things do. With a chuckle, Sylus draws closer to you. The rumble of his laughter is warm and familiar, and his hand is near yours as he bends to examine the mural. He wants you to take it, to thread your fingers through his like you do when you resonate, when you need his power and he needs yours, except neither of you need it now. Why, then?

You know. Of course you know.

The man is all softness, voice and gaze like an afternoon sun in late summer that lulls you to sleep with thick, golden light. Always trying to evoke a dream. It’s weakness, it’s the dragon on the mural with a split heart, bleeding, and you’ll never understand why Sylus wears his on his sleeve.

It’ll be the death of him, one day. It’s set in stone. Right here.

When Sylus touches you— when the tip of his finger catches yours and makes an honest, desperate request— you don’t pull away. Something inside tugs at you, warns you, tells you a monster without a sword in its chest is one that can bite. What colour of blood would your hands prefer? His? Your own?

Your veins are cold and something is wrong, but no, you don’t pull away, because Sylus knows monsters too. Some declare themselves with twisted horns, razorlike wings and a long, barbed tail. Others declare themselves with something as subtle as a touch, withdrawn.

When Sylus steps away from you, that gash of dread closes up inside you. Heals like his wounds: no mess, no scar, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

He’s had a long time to look at the mural, and he smiles wistfully at the woman at its centre. “Some things never change,” he echoes, and it sounds as though there’s blood in his lungs, his throat, and that he has to swallow it down to say anything at all. It must sting.

“All in a day’s work for a Deepspace Hunter,” you joke flatly. You’re not even sure Sylus hears it.

Both of you stare at your fragment of history: an execution, a liberation. A matter of perspective. “Maybe…” Sylus begins, but then thinks better of it.

“Maybe what?”

He’s seeing something you don’t.

“Maybe what, Sylus?”

He spares you a glance. “The pose,” he says, indicating the warrior. “It’s ambiguous. Perhaps she isn’t slaying the beast, she could be—”

“Saving it?”

You’re considering a new perspective. Tapping a finger against your cheek as you lock eyes with your history— that elusive dream— ever oblivious to what’s behind you:

There’s a look of sheer, infinite longing— a gaze that’s been empty of you for too long, so sick of starvation, and determined to have its fill in the few, fleeting moments it can. It’s ravenous: dangerous, sharp, and irrevocably yours, if you would only turn around.

There are teeth and claws, but they’re all of them tame, and that makes them soft, doesn’t it? You could trust them on your skin. Turn around.

You do, and you are not the girl from the mural who tucked wildflowers into his hair and who sung him a song he still hears in his sleep. Sylus’s heart aches.

You are the girl from the mural who’s slaying a dragon, because it’s the oldest story, the only story.

Your eyes harden.

“Who would pull out a sword to save a monster?”

[myrrusstuff]

"Dinner party" | Vamp!Teen!Vi x Fem!reader

Pairing: Vamp!Teen!Violet x Human!Fem!Reader. | CW: Suggestive? not too much. they’re still young after all. Blood & Vampire feeding obv. Cursing. | Vi needs you while she’s trying to learn how to rein in her instincts. | WC; 706 | CC; 3.9K

You’re contemplating what to wear to the outing tonight, your fingers carding through your wardrobe. You settle on something simple, shorts and a baggy tee. I mean, you don’t want to overthink it, might as-well go for a casual choice. Vander had invited you over, as you’re Vi’s closest friend. You’ve been best friends ever since you were younger, inseparable almost. No one could get you to stop hanging out, even when you caused trouble together. Grounded? You’d just sneak out to the other’s house. It was second nature at this point. Although, at this dinner you won’t be the only guest. Vi’s brothers and sister will also have friends over. You’re not usually keen on big get togethers, but you make the effort to go, for Vi.

As you arrive, you notice a few boys already at the door, speaking to Vander and heading inside. You recognise them from school; though you’ve never spoken to them apart from maybe asking to borrow a pen. You assume they’re Mylo and Claggor’s friends, taking a deep breath to steel yourself. Why are you afraid? That’s stupid. This place is essentially your second home. Cmon, snap out of it! You are in-fact, snapped out of it, as you notice Vi in the doorway, in a passionate discussion with Vander. Your expression softens as you realise the boys must’ve already slipped past him, and you stroll up to the door. "Hello, Mr Vander" you say softly. "Just Vander is fine, I’ve been telling you that for ages. Really, any friend of Vi’s can just call me Vander." He corrects and you hastily nod. You would’ve spent more time hanging around, talking to those around you, but before you can process anything, Vi is already grabbing your wrist and pulling you into her room.

Before you can even realise what’s happening, you’re met with Vi’s piercing stare. She’s managed to climb onto your lap, holding you still with her weight, although she’s careful not to hurt you. Fuck, what is she doing? You expect her to stop, to climb off, or atleast speak. But she just sits there. She’s just sat there, panting softly as if trying to catch her breath. You feel the air around you become heavier, an undercurrent of tension surrounding you that wasn’t there before. It’s subtle, but noticeable. Vi’s face is inching closer, her heartbeat racing, you can hear it. Her warm breath fanning your face, making a shiver run up your spine. You can’t help but think.. is she actually going to kiss you? Is it really happening?

Your thought process is cut off by the feeling of a sudden 'prick' in your neck, you feel a warm liquid seep down. Oh! Oh. Vi buried her face in your neck, not that you mind. Infact, you tilt your head to the side, embracing the burning feeling her fangs give you as they draw blood. This had never happened before, Vi had never even gotten close to loosing control, this is new. Even though you’ve always been aware Vi was from a vampire lineage, you had never expected to be in such a position. Vi’s knee between your legs as she’s ontop of you, her face buried in your neck, albeit fangs too, but still. You can hear her breathing begin to calm, returning back to normal as she slowly drinks. She’s almost.. gentle. Gentle is a foreign concept for Vi, it’s always been as though she didn’t know what the word even meant. Though, maybe that was just her being a traditional reckless teen. This.. this was different. She was actively trying to keep you safe, keep you comfortable. You can’t help but let out a slight whimper at the compromising position mixed with the strange sensation filling your neck and chest. The noise causes Vi to still, pulling back slightly. "Did you just..?" She murmurs. Your face turns pink, and in a last attempt to void her seeing you all flustered, you gently push her head back towards your neck. "..shut up," you respond sharply, though there’s no real aggression in your tone. You feel her sink her teeth back in, relaxing into your touch again. Yeah, you could get used to this.

Notes;; This was re uploaded from my old blog @myrruwrites. It was kinda lazy,, and I dunno how to feel about it but I love vamp Vi!!!

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Your Vampire: Chapter One

Fit as a Fiddle

(Max Phillips x f!reader)

Words: 1, 197

Summary: after being dumped by your fiancé, your friend and boss, Max Phillips comes to your rescue. You know his biggest secret…

Warnings: medical procedures mentioned, the worst ex in the world, mild swearing, lots of crying, no y/n, reader has nickname Garland

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“We need to talk.” That was what he said before you went into surgery.

It was hard to hear over the fog of anaesthesia lifting away. It was almost like floating underwater, but it wasn’t hard to understand what he was saying.

Yesterday, you were somewhat happily engaged to Jacob with plans to potentially start planning a wedding in the somewhat distant future. Now you didn’t even have a ring on your finger. The crushing pain creeping up your chest was worse than the pain from the surgery was going to be.

Then in walked your boss, Max Phillips with his three-piece suit and a bouquet of flowers.

“Hey Garland, how was surgery?”

You promptly burst into tears.

“He dumped me?”

“He what?”

“He dumped me!” you wailed. “I thought I was imagining it from the drugs wearing off but no, he definitely dumped me. Left a note just to confirm it and took my ring!”

“Did he dump you because you got cancer?”

“He didn’t exactly put it in those words but yes.”

“I always knew he was a prick but damn, that was a serious dick move.”

A fresh wave of tears started running down your face. Max started to hand you his handkerchief but realised the amount of tears and snot protruding from your face so he rethought his strategy. He handed you a nearby box of tissues.

“And I’ve got nowhere to go!” you said after blowing your nose.

“You don’t?”

“I won’t be living with Jacob anymore so now I’m technically homeless. I’ve just had surgery, and I’ve got nowhere to go.”

“Well my dear, I happen to be the solution to all your problems!” you looked up at him in confusion. “I happen to have a spare room.”

You felt like the Wicked Witch of the East in that a house fell on you. So you began to think of your next logical move. Being logical helped in situations where you didn’t want to drown in emotions.

But this only left you numb. You barely remember the change in location. Everything was too much of a blur to notice anything. The only thing you remember is ending up on a couch that must belong to Max watching the screen of what must be Max’s TV. Unsure of what you were watching, but the colours and movement distracted you enough from yourself. If left alone with your thoughts, you would fall into the depth of a sadness so dark, no light would pierce it. Also, you ran out of tissues.

Max noticed this and proceeded to help you out of this darkness.

“I’ve had a very nice bed made up for you. Are you just going to lie there like an adorable couch potato?”

You mumbled something resembling a yes.

Max sighed, unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat on the coffee table so he could face you from your bundle of blankets.

“Seeing as you’re going to wallow in your own misery, you won’t object to what I’m going to say: that pathetic excuse of a human being you call your ex-boyfriend is possibly the biggest prick in the known world. He’s as self-centred as the sun but actually nothing revolves around him. Any objections so far?”

You said nothing so he continued.

“I really should have made a PowerPoint but if it weren’t for you, he would have no chance at a promotion.”

You mumbled something and he leaned in to hear you repeat, “I knew he’d be up for promotion.”

“Well he’s only up for consideration for potential promotion. He made the wrong move in dumping you.”

“I hope it hits him in the face how much he’s messed up,” you said with more conviction.

“There we go! There’s the Garland I used to know. Now come, I have some therapy for you.”

Wrapping the blanket around yourself, you followed Max to see what he had hanging from the spiral staircase.

“You just happen to have a punching bag with Jacob’s face on?”

“Doesn’t everyone have one?” You rolled your eyes as he handed you a bat. Nodding his head towards the punching bag, he said. “Come on, you know you want to.”

You started off just poking the punching bag, it didn’t move. Then you gave it a small whack. That small whack released a tiny bit of anger in you, and it felt good. You gave it another whack. But your stitches were preventing you from releasing your maximum fury, so you put your rage on the photo. You ripped it off the punching bag and continued ripping it.

Max let out an impressed whistle as you ripped the photo with your teeth.

“Bloodthirsty, I like it. Feel better?” he asked.

You spat out the paper, “I’m hungry now.”

“Good, what do you feel like?”

“I have no idea.”

“I’ll heat you up some soup.”

“I’m starving.”

One serving of good food later, you felt somewhat normal. As normal as you could be after surgery and then being dumped by your fiancé post-surgery. The hour suggested it was time for bed, so Max led you to where he assigned your bedroom.

“Really? A four-poster bed?”

“Hey, it’s romantically classy.”

“What type of bed do you have?”

He put a hand on your shoulder, “You need some rest, my dear.”

You were too tired to realise he was avoiding the question. It was actual needing a good night’s rest tiredness, not the drifting through life tiredness. Before you felt like a ghost drifting through existence but now you felt almost human again. Almost like yourself again.

You woke up feeling refreshed and happy. But then the pain across your abdomen reminded you of your current life situation. Instead of burrowing under the high-quality bedding, you got out of bed. It was the first step to recovery.

You took the first proper look at your surroundings. The bedroom you came out of seemed to be the only room that offered any privacy. The rest of the house was open plan. The high ceilings hinted the building was much older than its modern furnishings. A spiral staircase led up to a small loft, but you didn’t need to climb up to know this was not where Max slumbered. The only other option was the only other door. You found it led to the basement. You didn’t feel the coldness of the stone steps in your fluffy sock covered feet.

As you slowly descended, you took note of the stonework mixed with modern patchwork to fill in the holes. A solid glass floor preserved the stone floor giving off a peaceful but ominous feeling.

The basement looked like a typical basement for a typical business guy. The gym equipment was so typical it was funny. What wasn’t typical or normal in any way was the door in the floor.

It didn’t look like a trapdoor, just an odd quirk made by the architect. As you pondered the strange design, the door opened.

Out emerged Max Phillips as if from a slumber.

The two of you stared at each other for an awkward moment.

“So, I’m a vampire,” he said.

“Yeah, I know.”

Lovingly tagging @chaithetics @cevans-is-classic @galaxyedging @letsgobarbs @peepawispunk @missladym1981 @kirsteng42 @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @ericamarie093 @yorksgirl

[communistkenobi]

my brother and I have been basically watching a movie every night recently and the past three nights have been A Few Good Men -> Paths of Glory -> Oblivion. it’s giving me such insane whiplash. I don’t know why we did that. Paths of Glory was the palette cleanser for Sorkin nonsense and it was very effective at that. Like A Few Good Men was so bad we needed to mentally recover by watching something that has anything halfway interesting to say about law and the military. I’m always a bit ashamed when I like Kubrick films but that one is still a banger.

And then we continued our Tom Cruise marathon and watched Oblivion. Have you guys heard of Oblivion? I never have. The only reason we watched it is because Tom Cruise is in it and he was really good in Edge of Tomorrow so we assumed we’d have fun with another sci-fi action film starring him. No we did not. Did you know Morgan Freeman is also in that movie for some reason? And Jaime Lannister? He has like ten lines total. Biggest waste of money I’ve ever seen. And on top of that directed by the guy who directed Tron? Aesthetically it’s like a combination of Detroit Become Human and Fallout. The most 5/10 video game ass movie I think I’ve ever seen, making it objectively worse than an actively bad movie. I can’t remember the last time I was so bored. We are starting to realise that Tom Cruise is generally not in good films. I think we watched his best stuff first and it’s all downhill from here. At this point I don’t even have high hopes for Eyes Wide Shut, and that even has Nicole Kidman in it

[agirlwithglam]

https://www.tumblr.com/agirlwithglam/760858969670582272/no-guys-you-dont-understand-i-love-myself

How does one get here😭

this was asked a long time ago but i think i finally found the words to write it. (i don't im just bored, sorry!)

so how does one fully love themselves?

getting to that point of my life took time. it took a lot of time. like around 1-2 years of time, and im still not 100% there- i still get hurt sometimes, i'm still emotional and sensitive. but the thing is, that over these 1-2 years i've learnt so much that whenever i'm feeling sad or hurt, i'm able to support myself. i am the first person who shows up for me and does my very best to console and help me. i help myself turn that pain into something even better. i walk myself through what happened and whether i may be overreacting or not. i am the one who is now always always always there for myself.

and i think once i realised this, i genuinely was like "woah." no matter what happens in my life, i will ALWAYS have myself and that thought just soothes me. it relaxes and calms me down. i am no longer scared because there is no reason to be. i know that i cannot control other people, other people will always do what they want to do. they can hurt you, make you happy, hurt you again, even unintentionally. i cannot control their actions, but i can control myself. i can control how i choose to view it and react to it. so every time i get hurt i walk myself through the steps of seeing it a different way.

another thing i did when i was insecure & trying to love myself is that i did affirmations religiously. in the morning doing skincare, i would always repeat affirmations or listen to affirmations. it would be phrases like "i love myself." / "i am beautiful", etc. it's not the sole thing that transformed my love for myself, but it did help a ton with me believing it. (doing affirmations enough time can also help rewire your brain into believing what you keep repeating)

also, you need to realise that you do love yourself. a human's natural state of being is love. return to that state of being. a little baby or a child, they are full of love. they give love, they receive love, they are never ending of love. and they are the purest form of a person for they are themselves before society has told them who to be. so do you realise that you deserve love fully and beyond what you could imagine? and the one person in the whole world that can give you that unlimited love, is yourself. but you must choose to love yourself.

stop constantly returning to the state of insecurity okay? thats not you!! you are not insecure, you just think you are insecure! but in reality, there is NOTHING to be insecure about. someone else could have the exact same quality as you and love it so much! so end this cycle of negativity. choose to live a different, happier, more positive life. its all up to you. u can CHOOSE to be different!

finally, to end with, honey it will take time. just because you don't find yourself loving what you see in the mirror after 1 day, doesn't mean you never will. you don't have to keep changing yourself to love yourself. if your daughter looked like you, would you hate her? would you cringe when you look at her? of course not. treat yourself as your daughter. be gentle with yourself. be there for yourself. show up for yourself. it may take time, but please, don't give up on yourself.

[sheeezu]

heyy

i had this really like REALLY weird dream today. so i was dreaming about being in my hometown and was swinging in my lawn when i realised i was conscious in my dream like i was lucid dreaming and so i hurried to open a portal to shift but suddenly there was a creepy looking woman there and she shouted something along the lines “stop it and get out of here” she said so loudly that it scared me and made me wake up. i still remember her VERY creepy face idk if i am reading too much into this but is there an explanation?

Fear is usually a method of any reality to bound you to being a human, to stay in your limits basically.

I'm not well versed in dreams, but that women could be a manifestation of fear.

You're always the greater being in every situation, but sometimes funny instances of this reality and human body acting up to try to restrict you might pop up sometimes.

Just look forward them and ignore them.

That women was really nothing, just a visual shown to you by your brain.

[animeyanderelover]

May I request NSFW his for ryuken(bleach)

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, controlling behavior, afab reader, Nsfw, brontophilia

Nsfw Hc's

◻️Ryuken is one who takes things slow and meticulous. Everything has a plan, everything has a purpose. From the biggest displays to the smallest gestures. His rather controlling nature is at one point within a relationship of no secret to you, his strict attitude surprising and shocking as you are an adult capable of making your own decisions. He hasn’t entertained the thought of having sex with another woman since his wife passed away and truthfully speaking, he has been getting by fine. He’s a busy man after all and has been able to keep himself occupied with his work over the many years. If there have been incidents where he had a persistent boner which didn’t go away he just quietly took care of it and went on with his work. As the owner of a hospital and armed with quite a bit of knowledge about the human body, Ryuken understands after all that sexual urges are a normal biological response. It’s nothing he should feel ashamed of when he is unable to ignore his erection and it’s nothing he is going to shame you for either when he happens to realise that you’re masturbating. Instead he chooses to be kind enough to never mention it to you to safe you the burning shame.

◻️There’s no need to rush sex within a relationship with him. Ryuken is incredibly patient and whilst certainly forceful in some aspects, this is something he knows better than to urge you into. It would be very much something below his honor and duty to put you into a situation where you’re forced to get intimate with him. However, the longer the two of you live together the more he finds himself being more sexually affected than before. Not by a ton but just enough for him to notice and to get somewhat bothered by it but he keeps quiet about that. After all that is not your fault and just his body reacting due to his feelings and attraction to you. Usually more direct and honest when he feels the need to talk with you about something more important, Ryuken practices the art of sublety whenever he wants to figure out how you are feeling with the topic of getting intimate with him. He neither wishes to make you feel pressured nor does he want to risk coming over as someone starving to have sex. So this is a decision that he makes entirely dependent on you, meaning that the first time with him and every time after that with him is fully consensual.

◻️That man has experience when it comes to pleasing a woman and he is the type of person who never forgets once he has learned something. Ryuken just oozes confidence and patience to the point where you actually feel somewhat nervous, especially during the first time. Your first time with Ryuken is generally something you are never going to forget about as he spent a painful amount of time making himself familiar with your body and its reactions. Your body is unique after all and as your partner and lover Ryuken believes it to be very important that he knows all of it. Perhaps you just aren't prepared for the way he experiments with his fingers to see how quickly you are pushed over the edge or how fast it takes for you to come undone when he uses his tongue on you. By the time he actually finally pushes his manhood inside of you, you have already gone through a few orgasms and Ryuken actually asks you if you are still alright with continuing. That habit to explore and to experiment continues for a while until Ryuken has figured out how your body reacts best and through what means you receive the most pleasure. He's very capable of satisfying you.

◻️There is one thing that you notice over time but that takes you quite a lot of time to understand is the fact that Ryuken seems to have a certain preference for making love to you when it's stormy outside. In his mind though it creates a rather cozy atmosphere when both of you are at home where it's warm and comfortable whilst the rain is drumming against the windows. As you notice that pattern you actually start noticing other things as well. He always gauges your behavior when the sky is hidden behind dark clouds, most likely trying to figure out how you would be feeling if he were to initiate something in that moment. Over time it actually becomes somewhat of a tradition for the both of you whenever a thunderstorm looms over the city, skin pressed against skin whilst the cold wind rushes through the street and the occasional lightning illuminates the darkened bedroom. Ryuken is a busy man, he doesn't have an abundance of time that he can spend with you. So whenever he is allowed to indulge in you, he usually strives to make the most of it for the both of you. He would after all never be able to forget it if he were to do a sloppy job.

◻️Work tends to be stressful, his son tends to be stressful, life sometimes just tends to be stressful. It's rare for Ryuken to show that within his body language though as he prefers to solve his own problems by himself. Honestly, he doesn't hold the idea of using sex as a way to unload everything very highly. It's a mere distraction and not a solution after all. If at all, it just wastes precious time. So the first time you actually offer to give him a blowjob when sensing that he seems to be stressed, he is somewhat sceptical. Up until that point you have never given him a blowjob and his mind partially switches to the one of a doctor as he considers that this might trigger a gag reflex or hurt your throat, especially since his cock is on the longer side. Still, if you insist then he will eventually give in and let you do as you wish to do so. He does keep an initial watchful eye out on you in case you do end up feeling the need to gag until he deems it safe enough to actually focus more on the sensations than your well-being. He appreciates the gesture deep down but he still holds himself to his principles and focuses first on a problem before he allows himself any indulgence on which he can then fully focus on.

◻️Ryuken isn't much of a vocal type and he doesn't expect from you to be either. People react differently to sexual pleasure and as long as he knows that you are having a good time he doesn't really mind if you are the loud or the quiet type. Since he makes sure that Uryu isn't at home during sexual intercourse you can be as loud with your moans as you need to be. Hygiene is very important. That man owns a hospital and for that he is very much finicky about kepping everything sanitary. Sexual activities are strictly reserved for the bedroom and nowhere else. He doesn't want to make a mess on any surface that isn't a mattress and the only place you could talk him into is the bathtub. A ten out of ten for the aftercare that he provides though because that man knows what he is doing. Both of you spend a few minutes recovering before he is the one to get up and offer you something to drink since you just lost a lot of bodily fluid before he encourages you to get up and clean yourself. Those bedsheets are changed quickly by him whilst you either take a shower or a bath before he joins you so that the two of you can then return to a fresh bed.

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cuddles and sweatshirts

bang chan x g/n reader

tw !! : sick y/n

notes: lwk part two to in the rain but can be read as a stand alone fic as well

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“I told you it was cold.” Chan scolded as he tucked Y/N into his bed. Y/N shook their head.

“Chan, I’m fine!” They said, sitting up. Chan pushed them back down, tucking them in again.

“Stay there and sleep.” He said sternly. Y/N rolled their eyes.

“Chan, don’t you think you’re overdoing it a little?” They asked. Chan sat down on the bed.

“I’m never overdoing anything for my baby.” He said, pinching their cheeks. Y/N grumbled something about Chan being cringe and Chan smiled at her.

“Fine, I’ll sleep.” They finally relented. It was just because they were tired, not because they felt a tickling in their throat, right?

When Y/N woke up, their throat ached in a way they didn’t think was possible. They groaned quietly. Why oh why did Chan have to be right? It had been too cold. They made a mental note to bring a jacket wherever they went. When they checked their phone, they found it was 4am. Pulling on one of Chan’s hoodies - it was just because they needed a jacket - Y/N gathered their stuff, trying to stem their stuffy nose. They snuck past Chan’s study, leaving his dorm in favour of their own apartment where Kat and Harper were.

“Kat? Harper?” Y/N’s voice was hoarse as they called Harper and Kat. Harper peeked from her bedroom door, eyes widening at the state of Y/N.

“Y/N! What did you do?” Harper demanded. Y/N shrugged, sniffling. Harper sighed, passing Y/N a tissue.

“I was going to go visit Han but just looking at you gives me the feeling that that plan has been cancelled today.” Y/N looked at Harper quizzically.

“You’re visiting Han at- what- 4:30am?” Y/N asked. Her throat itched. Harper rolled her eyes.

“Mx (unofficial) Bang, shush. You should get to bed.” Harper fussed.

“Where’s Kat?” Y/N asked as they settled into their bed,

“At the uni. She’s busy with homework. I can call and ask her to com-“

“No, it’s fine.” Y/N sighed. “Can I have Panadol or something?” Harper held out pills and a cup of water. Y/N downed them, turning drowsy. “You can still go out. All I’ll be doing is sleeping and if I need anything I’ll call.” Y/N mumbled.

“You sure?” Harper asked. Y/N hummed in agreement and Harper left them to sleep.

“Y/N, baby.” Chan’s gentle voice roused them from their sleep, groaning as they felt a stabbing pain in their throat.

“Chan?” They rasped.

“Yeah, I’m here.” Chan helped them sit up, eyes softening as he saw them in his hoodie. “I wondered where my favourite hoodie went.”

“Sorry.” Y/N reached for a tissue, blowing their nose. Chan held out Panadol and another glass of water,

“It’s 12.” He explained. Y/N nodded, downing the medicine. It took a few minutes, but after a while, the pain in her throat dulled.

“Thanks.” Y/N smiled at chan.

“I’d ask for a kiss but I don’t think I wanna get sick.” Chan said. Y/N rolled their eyes. “Need anything else?”

“Hugs?” Y/N asked hopefully. Chan was a human heater. “Sure.” Chan settled beside them in the bed, wrapping his arms gently around them.

“Now sleep. I want my baby fully healthy and functioning.”

[extra]

Harper came back to the dorm with Han, just to grab her phone charger. She peeked to check on Y/N, the smallest smile on her face as she saw Chan and Y/N asleep, cuddling.

“Cute.” Han huffed. Harper jumped, not realising Han was behind her. Han pulled out his phone and quickly snapped a picture before grabbing Harper’s hand and running with her out the door.

Kat came back to the apartment, laughing at Lee Know through the phone.

“Yahhhh, seriously, leave the cats alone.” Kat scolded. She walked into Y/N’s room to put back their shared phone charger when she noticed Chan and Y/N snuggle sleeping. She blinked, not believing her eyes before spluttering. She exited the room quickly, Lee Know worriedly asking if she was alright.

“I just witnessed something traumatising.” Kat mumbled.

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Old Scars (Part 13)

Ledger!joker x reader

Fem!reader is kidnapped by the joker and his henchmen while just trying to get a moment's reprieve from her boring, soul-destroying job ✨️

Tw: I mean, we all saw TDK, right? I'd say this is on the same level/rating. Kidnapping, violence, reference to past traumatic injury. Beyond this i'm not sure, i'll update these when I write more.

Part 13 -

The car pulled up beside an enormous derelict warehouse in the docklands. The night air was thick with fog rolling off the river in choking tendrils. Tony was the first to get out while I stared numbly for a moment at the discarded crowbar at my feet and the blue duffle bag that was wedged in the middle seat, a wall of weapons between us. I touched a hand to my cheek. It was wet, I assumed with an unnoticed teardrop but instead as I withdrew my hand, I saw a smudge of red on my fingertips. I froze, totally transfixed. Was it my blood? My brain whirred back through the past thirty minutes and I realised it was undoubtedly not. I could still feel the ghostly shadow of the man from the nightclub - his hands on my flesh, on my scars.

Rage, and fear, and disgust welled up inside me, filling my chest and head with immense pressure. I felt a bit like it was pushing me out of my own body, like the hands in front of me, hands which had metered out such violence, weren't mine. J was still watching my every move. No words passed between us as I turned to look at his face, dimly lit by the car's interior light. Something about the way the paint looked in the low, yellow light reminded me of the works of some of the old Baroque masters. The candle lit scenes, the dark, dramatic shadows twisting human forms into unsettling shapes...

His body language softened as he stared back at me and he pulled off one of his gloves to touch his fingers to my wrist. How could something so small feel so powerful? It was like a lightning strike to my mind and body, a brilliant flash of white bringing me back to myself. I looked at him, slack-jawed; sometimes there was something altogether other-worldy, something supernatural about him. These little moments caught me off guard more than anything else he'd done or said in my time with him.

I found myself thinking he was beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. The way he moved with total freedom, unrestrained by social cares, unburdened by fear, was so enviable to me that I almost hated him for it. To be drawn in by him, to want him, it wasn't as simple as something purely carnal. He inspired such a frenzy of emotion in me that it terrfied me - threatening to completely unbalance me and turn my entire world on it's head. I felt his fingers close around my wrist with a squeeze.

"Glad to have you back, there is work to do," was all he said as he released me and got out of the car.

I watched as he leisurely stretched out his limbs, and I followed suit, stepping out into the starless night. I deliberately left the weapons where I'd dropped them, not wanting to touch them and bloody my hands further - not wanting to feel even more like I might scrub my hands raw trying to erase the memory.

The way he moved was as if there wasn't an ounce of tension in his body, his arms swinging freely. His demeanour was altogether playful, at total odds with the unfolding situation. He slapped a hand on the trunk with an audible bump and gestured dramatically for Tony to open it, so Tony handed me the powerful flashlight he had been using, the beam shifting and dancing with the swirling fog around us.

"Can you stand here and keep it pointed this way?" He asked.

I nodded, robotically carrying out the request.

Then Tony pulled up the lid and the bright white light flooded into the dark space, leaving the man trussed up inside to blink up at us, startled.

The men hauled him out into the cold air and I kept him lit up. Suddenly, he began to struggle like a caught fish, thrashing around so much he dropped to the wet gravel. He had clearly been working at freeing his hands with something sharp, as the remaining bit of tape snapped. J shot Tony an irritated look as if to say, 'you didn't search him?'. The man's feet were still bound tight, but in sheer desperation he struck out at Tony with whatever he'd used to get his hands free.

For his efforts he was quickly backhanded and kicked in the ribs, leaving him bent double on the floor. J stood over him and laughed at his struggle, removing his improvised blade and bending down to grasp him by the collar. He dragged him upright. Then Tony wordlessly stepped forward and put him into a chokehold from behind until his body went limp. When he was clearly out for the count, the huge man slung him over his broad shoulder like it was nothing to lift another fully grown man clear off the ground.

As we walked up to the building, two men appeared at the open cargo door. I recognised one of them as the one who had brought the food and toothbrush I had requested to the apartment. Both looked rattled as we moved closer and they recognised the unmistakable appearance of their boss.

"Good evening gentlemen," J called out, a sinister tang in his overly polite greeting.

"Boss, we didn't hear nothing for days. We were starting to think something real bad happened," stammered one of them, hurriedly stepping forward.

The other one said nothing but his eyes stayed fixed on Tony as he carried the unconscious nightclub guy inside.

"What happened to Trigger?" Asked the anxious one as Tony walked past him into the building.

J ingored him and waved me inside before he followed after me. We all moved into the corner of the warehouse which was lit by a makeshift rig of lights. A few empty crates and boxes were scattered around - some clearly set up as a table and chairs. A handful of beer bottles and two lots of cards sat on the table - we had clearly interrupted them mid-game.

"Who's the girl?" Asked the quiet one, sounding unimpressed with my presence.

J again didn't answer him, instead turning over both hands of cards on the table so that their secrets were revealed.

"Okay... who are you?" The goon said finally addressing me directly as he saw he would get no answer from his boss.

"(y/n)," I said trying to sound calm.

"Why are you here?" He pressed immediately.

I wasn't sure how to answer when I didn't have a rational answer for myself even.

"Well, your boss said I'm the newest member of the crew," I said, finally recalling J's words as he dragged me out of the dress shop.

The guy began to laugh at me though I didn't particularly care. I was too preoccupied with watching J's body language as he stood with his back to the group, still inspecting the cards. He was calm on the surface, cheerful even, but there was something very sinister dancing beneath.

"Did he now? You'd have to be crazy to pick a chick to do a job like ours," He snorted.

I thought I saw J's shoulders lock up with tension.

"That's enough Vladislav. Mind your business," Tony said letting the unconscious man drop to the floor right at his feet - a passive-aggressive gesture of sorts.

Vladislav cursed and turned away from him in frustration and Tony continued to speak:

"This useless, back-stabbing piece of shit here is Trigger."

Then he gestured to the anxious one.

"and this guy is Nicholas, but we call him Nicky."

"I've told you to quit it, just call me Nick," he snapped back.

Tony grinned in a way that let me know he wouldn't stop calling him that until he was dead.

Vladislav and Nicky both clearly did not like that I was there - not that I particularly wanted to be there with them myself.

"So boss, what you gonna do with him?" Asked Nicky tentatively.

All our eyes looked to the joker in anticipation. He slowly turned around to face us, looking faraway in his thoughts.

"The ace of spades, you know what they say about that card," he whistled, holding up the card.

Nicky looked even more uneasy, the sweat visibly shining on his forehead.

"Well, whoever had that card was gonna win, so I'd say it's a good omen," muttered Vladislav, lighting up a cigarette.

"No, don't you know what it means?"

The room was silent. Not one of us spoke, looking between one another in uneasy confusion.

"Anyone?" J suddenly barked, the shout echoing off the empty walls.

"It's the death card," I mumbled shakily, shocked by his rapid explosion into anger, even if it wasn't specifically directed my way.

He smiled with an unsettling flash of red paint and roughly threw an arm around my shoulders.

"See? (Y/n) gets it!"

Suddenly he pressed his mouth right up to my ear and whispered something so that only I could hear.

"Are you sure about our little deal?"

I didn't react, but my stomach sank. I knew what he meant well enough. I stayed stock still, feet planted to the ground, as he withdrew and approached the form of Trigger where Tony had dropped him. The crumpled man started to groan as he came around finally.

As I watched each of the men, I wondered if Vladislav had started to smoke to calm his nerves; he too had to know he was in some danger, even if his stoney face didn't betray any signs. J seemed far less suspicious of Tony.

"You know, during the Vietnam war US soldiers would leave cards on the bodies of the men they killed. It became so common that they were given full packs containing only the ace of spades... a universal calling card: Psychological warfare," the Joker said, gaze shifting from the middle distance back to the men before him.

Nicky looked like he might be about to pass out, and I caught him glancing towards Vladislav.

"Now, this man," J said, standing over Trigger as he struggled to sit up, "he tried to sell me out. You know I can't have that"

"So kill him," said Vladislav, casually stubbing out the orange flicker of his cigarette underfoot.

"Oh I will," said J just as casually, "but, see, the thing is, I know he wasn't working alone," he turned to stare at the others, knowing he had them snared.

Trigger staggered to his feet, looking like something out of the Evil Dead. He was silent as he took in his surroundings.

Vladislav was the first to speak.

"If you find the other rat, i'll kill him myself. I'm loyal."

Tony shook his head.

"You? Loyal? You make me laugh!"

"I-I never betrayed you boss. I swear!" Nicky stammered out.

"Well doesn't this put us all in quite the predicament ?" J said, strolling around the circle.

Trigger had a defeated look about him now, like he knew there was an inevitability to his fate. The men watched J move around them like a shark in the water that had caught the scent of blood. The tension was almost unbearable, and I moved to try and distance myself from the group, but the Joker grabbed me forcefully and I froze in place waiting to see what he would do.

"What do you think (y/n)?" He asked, flicking open a switchblade knife too close to my face for comfort.

Unconsciously, I shrank back a little.

"I don't know... I only just met them. I'm not-"

"Ah ta ta ta" he tutted, interrupting my protests and wagging a finger at me.

"Who do you think is a rat?" He urged, his tone growing darker as he spun me back to face the group.

"Well..."

"Go on," he hissed in my ear.

"Nicky looks suspicious - but maybe he's just on something, I don't know!"

"No, no I swear!" Nicky yelled out waving his hands around madly.

"And... Vladislav, is also anxious. His tell is much more subtle... but any man would be anxious here," I added.

The joker made a kind of disappointed sigh at my answers and swept me aside to enter their ranks. He pulled a handgun out of his coat.

"You can step away," he muttered to Tony, who silently obliged.

"Now what am I going to do about you three?" He tutted.

Vladislav raised his hands.

"Boss, you want me to prove myself? Let me kill the traitor," he spat in Trigger's direction.

Trigger looked shocked and began to make muffled sounds of protest from under the duct tape covering his mouth.

"No, no," J waved the gun in his direction, "I think our little birdie might be about to sing!"

As Tony moved to tear the tape away, the cocking of a gun made my ears prick up.

Nicky was holding a pistol in his trembling hands.

"Good for you Nicky, I guess you got balls after all!" J erupted into laughter, totally unfazed.

The shot that rang out made me duck toward the floor. I looked on in horror to see Trigger drop, blood beginning to seep into his clothes from his chest.

Tony grabbed the gun out of Nicky's unsteady hands and immediately pointed it at Vladislav, who was reaching for his own belt.

"Hands up, now!" He shouted.

Vladislav hesitated, so Tony fired a warning shot and he relented. J tore the tape from the dying man's mouth.

"You... back-stabbing bastards!" Trigger cried out, writhing in pain, "Nicky and Vlad were in on it! It was... Vlad's plan. We told Maroni. He told the bent cops on his payroll where... you was... hiding..."

His cursing the conspirators gave way to coughing and struggling for breath.

"One less share," shrugged Vlad with an alarming smile.

He moved so fast that Tony's shot only grazed his shoulder and suddenly a grenade rolled into the middle of us. I watched in horror as Tony dropped his gun, picked up and hurled the live grenade out through the nearest window, where it thankfully only exploded as it left the confines of the warehouse. The sound was still defeaning and shattered more nearby windows, showering broken glass everywhere and leaving my ear drums ringing immediately. As we all scrambled to be the first on our feet, I launched myself towards the gun that Tony had dropped.

My fingertips had barely brushed against it when it was kicked away from me and sent sliding off into the dark. I tried to roll out of the way of the incoming boot to the face which followed this, grabbing the leg of the perpertrator and unbalancing him to buy myself the time to return to my feet. I desperately fished in my pockets for something to defend myself with and my hand closed around the little plastic handle of the screwdriver.

No sooner had I regained a stable footing, than I was grabbed and felt a sharp scratch against my upper arm. Looking down and seeing Vlad's fist, I was confused - my brain was telling me he must have punched me, but the sensation didn't match up.

I stabbed the screwdriver down into the flesh of his thigh three times with as much force as I could muster and managed to slip out of his grasp as he cried out. Suddenly, I felt a spreading pain searing into the flesh of my arm. I saw a needle sticking out of the muscle through the fabric of my blouse, and I could guess from half of the green substance still in the syringe that he hadn't managed to put the plunger all the way down before I'd slipped out of reach.

"Fuck," I mouthed in shock, grabbing to pull it out.

He lunged towards me with all the rage of an angry bear to try and finish whatever he had started. I hurriedly drove the needle into his neck as he tackled me, sending us crashing to the floor. I jabbed the plunger down the rest of the way so hard that it snapped off in my hand: If I was going down, so was he.

He didn't realise what I'd done for a moment, pinning me and driving my head down against the unyielding warehouse floor. His rough hand ground against my cheek so hard that it felt like my teeth were cutting into me, and my jaw, being pressed between his massive hand on one side and the concrete on the other, might snap like a wishbone. I cried out in pain and panic.

Thankfully the pressure was suddenly relieved as Tony dragged Vlad off of me by the scruff of his collar and began to lay into him with new vigour. I staggered, falling into the nearby table and knocked the beer bottles to the floor as I clung to the edge in an attempt to keep myself upright.

My muscles felt like they were becoming weaker and my vision began to blur a little as I managed to steady myself. Suddenly, piercing screams began to fill the echoey open space. Everyone froze mid-fight for a moment to observe Vladislav writhing on the floor, hands thrown up over his face like a terrified child. Nicky took this as his chance and made a break toward the exit. He was within only three strides of the door when a deafening crack rang out and he dropped to the ground clutching his leg with a groan of pain. J soon caught up to him and shot him a second time for good measure. From the screaming he started up with, it seemed like he'd deliberately aimed for the kneecap this time.

If I hadn't been terrified of what was happening to me, I might have felt more repulsed by the deliberate cruelty of his actions, but as it was, I was starting to sweat profusely and struggling to stay on my feet. The joker grabbed Nicky by his ruined leg and dragged him back into the centre of the room, as his prey screamed in agony and begged him for forgiveness. I turned back toward Tony and Vladislav, as the latter continued to cry and sob, rocking back and forth, with his arms wrapped tightly around his torso. He seemed to be having some psychological break, his eyes frantically darting around the room and muttering to himself, hands clasped in prayer.

My legs had finally given up on me and I sank to the floor, pulling over the table as I went and sending the cards fluttering in to the air. From my position on the cold concrete, surrounded by the scattered deck, I could see J crouched down beside Nicky.

"Tell me the names of everyone involved, and I might let you walk away from this," J said, soothingly as the man continued to sob.

"It was just the three of us. It was Maroni, he wanted to buy us back. It was when you took the girl, you stayed in one spot for a time, we fed it back to him and he set those cops after you. Please!"

I realised as he said this, that those cops were in so deep with the mob that I could've ended up in he harbor and suddenly I wished I'd done more than just set two of them on fire...

"Go on..." J urged him, pressing the gun to his temple.

"We - We didn't bring no one else in 'cause we were already splitting the offer between three, please, oh god please -"

Another two shots rang out as J shot him dead without even looking at him as he did it. It terrified me and my stomach twisted up in knots. If he decided I had to go, would he execute me with the same level of total indifference? I began to feel sick as the side of my face hit the cold floor.

The joker's form began to flicker as my vision started to warp.

"What do you want me to do with this one, boss?" Tony asked.

"Hm, let me see," J said as he squatted down in front of the cowering man.

"Why the sudden change, what happened to him?" Tony muttered, sounding disturbed.

J looked down at the snivelling wreck in front of him in fascination, plucking the needle from his neck and inspecting it.

By now my body was so heavy, and I felt like my sight was unravelling, like great big twisting threads of yarn were pulling away at the corners. Suddenly both men looked around at me, with the realisation dawning, they rushed over.

As they approached their bodies seemed to warp and twist into alien shapes, their eyes were bulging and popping out of the sockets, their teeth became rows of sharp wet needles, like the mouths of anglerfish in the deepest depths of the ocean. I began to scream and try to drag myself away but my body wasn't responding the way I needed it to. Everything was flickering and jumping around me and I began to struggle as one of my 'attackers' grasped onto my arms. The black circles of paint around his eyes began to drip and bleed, black lines running down his cheeks and into the valleys of his scarred face, into his mouth and over his chin. I tried again to struggle free and began to scream in pure terror. I suddenly understood how animals caught in bear traps could knaw through their own limbs in a desperate attempt to escape.

"No, no, no. God please no, help me someone, please. Please!"

"(Y/n), listen to me. You're seeing things," came disembodied gravelly voice which seemed to float around me.

I felt a hand brush my hair back from my sweat plastered forehead and someone was forcibly holding my eyelids apart. A bright white light that felt like a hot poker blinded me for a moment.

"Can you hear us?" Asked a different voice.

The light swayed back and forth between each eye before finally vanishing. My vision clarified a little and I saw the image of a man wiping his bloodied hands on a rag handed to him by another.

"She don't look good boss, I think it's that new shit that's been flooding the narrows." Came a voice which sounded somehow familiar.

I felt my arms and legs droop as I was hoisted from the floor. I'd lost the ability to move much at all, but was still seeing an endless stream of horrors beyond what my poor brain was capable of understanding. I felt my own beating heart as I held it in my hand, blood was running down the walls around us, my arms began to rot in front of my eyes, wriggling with maggots - all while cruel laughter was ringing in my ears.

"Get the mercenaries to find me the antidote, prove to me that you weren't in on their little plan to fuck me over," barked one of the voices before it was drowned out by the laughter again.

I felt my teeth become loose in their sockets and drop into my mouth, where suddenly they became shards of glass. As I tried to spit them out they shredded my tongue and cut through my face. I tried again to scream but felt voiceless.

I was aware of cold air on my exposed skin, and the spinning twinkling lights of the city skyscrapers from across the water. I felt myself being laid down somewhere and a low rumble like some kind of big purring cat. I could make out a window above me and streetlights flicking by at regular intervals. All the while I still thought I was being persued and wept like a child.

I could hear the flapping of huge leather wings, and saw the monstrous silhouette of an enormous bat emerging from the clouds, against a strange halo of light.

"Please, please. Help me. Help me," I muttered over, and over, and over.

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Hello💜 I know I basically just put in a request BUT I had this in mind for long and I just saw that you're doing AU's, soooo...

It takes place in Sonic Prime, it's just a bit different. First difference is that there are multiple universes (I'm counting the whole world from Sonic Prime as only one of them) snd every one of them has a crystal and it's handler. The crystals of different universes can do different things, but basically, the more complexed the world, the more powerful the crystal. It's handler has to protect it and can also make use of more of it's power then others who want to try it (like Nine or C.C.).

The handler of the Prime universe was Shadow and the handler of the "Earth" universe is the reader. They kind of met when one of them was exploring the others universe and became friends.

Because Shadow managed to lose the crystal (I don't remember it's name) and the Chaos Emerald, he wasn't really able to contact the reader in anyway.

The fight also went a bit different - Nine was too late to realised that what he was doing was wrong, just as the last of their universe was about to shatter, so Shadow used that crystal and managed to transport everyone to reader's house, sadly losing his and his friends universe at the end.

So the main story starts when reader was basically chilling in their house (it's far from others and quite big, so there won't be any issue with that), when suddenly everyone from that battlefield teleported there. Shadow introduces them and asks for reader's help in giving them a new home

Hope you understood it, I can't wait to see you make it😁 Love ya🥰

“No Way Back…”

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Human Reader

AU: “Keepers of the Crystals”

Requested: Yes (by @grapegirlpoland ).

Description: Well. You definitely didn’t expect to become the keeper of a bunch of Mobians. But life is just the strangest thing ever, isn’t it?

Notes: My first AU request!!! I really hope I do this one well! Hope you enjoy! ^^

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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Something was wrong.

You could just feel it.

Your danger sense was just telling you that something was about to happen.

So you set your book down and rushed outside from your house (which was in the middle of nowhere, and for good reason).

Before you can do so much as blink, a bunch of mobians are in front of your house, along with five strange-looking humans.

In the middle of them all is one you recognize, that being a very exhausted Shadow, who was the guardian of the Paradox Prism.

You only knew him because you had visited his world before a few times, but you had visited less and less due to you having to guard the Earth’s special crystal, known as the Earthly Emerald.

“Shadow! What the heck happened?!” you ask, rushing over to him.

He lets out a few sharp exhales, out of breath.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters out after he catches his breath. “I couldn’t protect the Prism. It…It’s been destroyed.”

“That explains all of the mobians on my doorstep…” you mutter.

“I’m sorry. I thought your place was the safest bet for where we could stay,” Shadow says.

You let out a sigh.

“You all can stay. But I’m in charge,” you say. “No fighting, no leaving the house, and no murder. And don’t touch the Earthly Emerald. I will know if you’ve gone near it.”

“Thank you, [Name],” Shadow says.

“I’m not sharing a room with any of you,” one of the two-tailed foxes states.

“That’s fine, I’ll just set up room preparations…” you mutter. “You, Shadow, are lucky I have a big house in the middle of nowhere, and that I like you.”

“Ooooh, Shads is in lo-ove!~” Sonic teases.

Shadow lets out a yell and jumps onto Sonic, who screams, a cloud of smoke appearing around the two as they fight, causing you to facepalm.

You go to the side of your house and turn on your hose, spraying the two hedgehogs, getting them to stop fighting.

This was going to take a lot of getting used to.

But you would manage.

[miidnighters]

Flynn grins in amusement at Errol's sigh, before it fades a touch as Errol talks about his mother and Flynn starts to realise that he might have stumbled onto a topic far too sensitive for a first date meeting.

"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss." Unlike some other human sayings he simply parrots at the right time, this one Flynn means. "It sounds like you had something really special." And of course, Flynn doesn't clock any of that as unusual. "How come you didn't see her after you left home?"

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Flynn's brain comes to a screeching halt. "Nevermind. Forget I asked, you don't have to answer that. That's so personal, I'm sorry."

Flynn's fingers tap at the table as he internally berates himself for ruining this before it's even really started - but tries to salvage the conversation anyway, just in case Errol decides not to kick him out.

"I've heard people say that you can either cook, or you can bake, but not both. Would you consider yourself a baker?"

he practically beams at the potatoes he's washing in the sink, letting his hips wiggle a little now that he has the room and flynn won't be able to tell, the urge to dance finally winning out. he hums softly in acknowledgement as he sets up his chopping board, only responding once he's actually starting to cut slices of the now clean potatoes.

"what a relief. of course i'd accommodate your needs, i'm not cruel, but being able to cook with no limits..." he lets out an exaggerated swooning sigh before laughing quietly. "when i was a boy, i wasn't very outgoing, and i didn't have the most... conventional interests. my mother, rest her soul, became my best friend, and i followed her around like a needy puppy. cooking together was our private time, when the both of us could relax and be ourselves."

he gives a shrug, remembers flynn can't see him, and chooses to inform him that he'd done so verbally before he continues his answer.

"i left home at seventeen and didn't see my mother again until her funeral. the only thing left behind for me were her recipe cards and some trinkets." a pause. "sorry. is that too sad? that's not what you asked."

[featherymainffins]

*remembers Dungeon Meshi* The Winged Lion

[markscherz]

‘But I am very poorly today & very stupid & hate everyone & everything’

- Charles Darwin. Letter to Charles Lyell, 1 October 1861

[keferon]

Okay I’m. Usually. Usually I don’t enjoy human aus and usually I hate drawing transformers as humans because it feels so wrong to my brain.

But then I stumbled upon Dream of something more by Gemma_Inkyboots and aaauuuhh fuck. Here’s the pile of the most vague and unspecific and undetailed fanart. Because I’m being torn between “I can’t drawing human designs” and “If don’t draw something for this fic I die”.

[atalana]

so the good place is widely lauded on this site for its takes on morality and capitalism, which i totally agree with

but i think it should get more recognition for the line "all humans are aware of death. so we're all a little bit sad all the time. that's just the deal. we don't get offered any better ones. and if you try and ignore your sadness, it just ends up leaking out of you anyway. i've been there, and everybody's been there. so don't fight it. in the words of a very wise bed bath and beyond employee i once knew - go ahead and cry all you want. but you're gonna have to pay for that toilet plunger."