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snogfairy · 2 years ago
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unpopular opinion time: I actually think aziraphale is the more jealous one
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Ichigo Kurosaki headcanons — personality, romance, domestic life, possessiveness, support, spicy stuff, and more.
Ichigo Kurosaki Headcanons
Personality & Habits
Protective but Quiet: Ichigo is naturally protective, but he’s not the overly expressive type. He shows love by action, not words.
Serious with a Soft Side: He often comes off as serious or broody, but around people he trusts, he’s surprisingly goofy and warm.
Stubborn & Loyal: Once he commits to something (or someone), he sticks with it through thick and thin.
Night Owl: He’s often up late, whether training, brooding, or thinking about how to protect his loved ones.
Fidgeter: When nervous or deep in thought, he taps his fingers or runs a hand through his hair absentmindedly.
Hidden Depths
Insecure Beneath the Confidence: Despite his tough exterior, Ichigo sometimes doubts if he’s strong enough or worthy of those he loves.
Overwhelmed Protector: He carries the weight of responsibility heavily, often bottling up feelings to avoid worrying others.
Soft Spot for Vulnerability: Secretly loves when someone lets their guard down around him — it makes him feel needed and trusted.
Loves Simple Things: Enjoys quiet moments — reading a book, sipping tea, or walking through Karakura Town at night, watching the stars.
Romance Headcanons
Slow to Open Up: Ichigo’s not the type to fall in love instantly; he builds feelings through trust and shared hardships.
Romantic in Small Gestures: He doesn’t do grand romantic gestures but will remember your favorite drink or bring you a simple flower picked on the way home.
Loyal and Devoted: Once in a relationship, he’s all in — fiercely loyal, protective, and always checking in to make sure you’re okay.
Rarely Says “I love you” Out Loud: When he does, it’s incredibly meaningful and often catches you off guard.
Secretly Appreciates PDA: Loves holding your hand or resting his head on your shoulder in public but keeps it low-key to not attract attention.
Domestic Life
Low-Key Cooking Skills: Can make decent meals, especially if it’s simple food like rice balls or soup. Not fancy, but heartfelt.
Messy but Organized Chaos: His room might be cluttered with swords, books, and random gear, but he always knows where everything is.
Early Morning Coffee Ritual: Starts the day with a cup of coffee or strong tea before anyone else is awake.
Likes Quiet Evenings Together: After a hard day, he enjoys just sitting with you silently, maybe watching the sunset or listening to music.
Protective Over Your Space: Gets a bit territorial if someone else crosses your personal boundaries or disrespects your home.
Possessiveness & Obsession
Subtle but Present: He doesn’t constantly hover but gets quietly possessive — like a glance if someone lingers too long or a protective arm when you’re near.
Jealousy is Rare but Intense: If jealous, it’s not petty but a quiet storm — he might distance himself or become extra attentive to you.
Obsessed with Your Well-being: Always watching out for your safety, mentally running through ways to keep you safe even when you’re apart.
Likes Being Your Anchor: Wants to be the person you can rely on no matter what.
Why Would He Love You So Much?
You See His True Self: You understand the weight he carries, accept his flaws, and don’t demand more than he can give.
You’re His Peace: Amid all the chaos of battles and responsibility, you’re the calm that grounds him.
You Challenge and Support Him: You push him to be better but also stand by him when he falters.
You’re Genuine and Kind: Ichigo respects honesty and kindness above all — qualities you embody naturally.
Things He Would Do for You
Fight Off Anyone Threatening You: Literally, he wouldn’t hesitate to put himself in harm’s way.
Train to Protect You: Would even push himself harder in training if it means he can keep you safe.
Sacrifice Time & Sleep: Staying up late or waking early to help with whatever you need — even if it tires him.
Defend Your Honor: Not afraid to step in during arguments or tense situations involving you.
Remember Little Details: Your birthday, your favorite song, what you said once in passing — he stores it all away.
Arguments? Does He Melt After?
Headstrong but Respects You: He can be stubborn and argumentative but never crosses the line into cruelty.
Silent Treatment Means Processing: Instead of yelling, he might get quiet and distant to think things through.
Melts After Apologies: He hates conflict but will forgive quickly if you both talk honestly and openly.
Physical Comfort: After an argument, he might initiate a quiet hug or hold your hand to reconnect.
Says Sorry with Actions: He might not say the words immediately but will show he cares by doing little favors and being extra attentive.
The Support (Hard Days, Tears, Rainy Moments)
The Shoulder to Cry On: He’s solid and steady, never rushing you or making you feel weak for crying.
Silent Presence: Sometimes just sitting with you in silence is his way of saying he’s there.
Protective Bubble: Acts as a shield if anyone tries to judge or hurt you during vulnerable moments.
Encouraging Words When You’re Down: Quiet, honest reminders like “You’re stronger than you think” or “I believe in you.”
Makes You Smile: Can be surprisingly goofy or silly when he senses you need lightness.
Spicy Headcanons
Passionate but Patient: Takes his time, reading your reactions and responding to what you need.
Strong but Gentle Hands: His touch can be fierce or tender depending on mood.
Likes to Whisper: In the heat of the moment, he’ll whisper your name or soft compliments.
Jealous Kisses: If he’s possessive, kisses can be deep, demanding, and a little messy.
Loves Skin-to-Skin Contact: Prefers closeness, body warmth, and lingering touches over flashy moves.
Confident in Bed: He’s sure of himself but always tuned into your needs.
In Bed (or Not...)
Rare but Meaningful: He’s not the type for casual flings; intimacy for him is reserved for people he truly trusts and loves.
Likes Foreplay & Connection: Enjoys long moments of closeness — holding hands, kisses, whispered conversations before anything physical.
Physical & Emotional Sync: Intimacy is as much about emotional connection as physical.
Protective Aftercare: Always wants to make sure you’re okay afterward — offering water, blankets, and quiet comfort.
Sometimes Shy: Can blush or get awkward if things get too intense emotionally but hides it behind a serious face.
Aftercare
Silent but Present: Doesn’t always say much but stays close to make sure you’re comfortable.
Gentle Touch: Soft strokes on your hair or back while you rest.
Protective: Keeps you warm and watches over you until you feel safe.
Checks in: “Are you okay?” or “Did you get enough rest?” — even days later.
Quiet Moments Together: Likes to hold you without talking, letting you just be.
Does He Plan the Future?
Protective Planning: He often thinks about how to keep you safe in the long run.
Hesitant to Dream Big: Sometimes struggles with hope because of his battles but secretly hopes for a peaceful future with you.
Practical Steps: He focuses on day-to-day survival but occasionally imagines simple things — a home, a family, quiet days.
Wants You by His Side: Any future he pictures always includes you, no matter how rough life gets.
Keeps Promises: If he makes a plan with you, he’s determined to see it through.
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✨ Ichigo Kurosaki Headcanon Dump ✨ Because this man is more than just a strawberry-haired protector with a death wish. He’s quiet comfort, subtle obsession, soft aftercare, and dangerous passion all wrapped in that sharp glare and awkward charm. From slow-burning romance to protective instincts and rainy-day cuddles — Ichigo loves hard, even if he doesn’t always say it out loud. And yes, he absolutely melts after arguments, whispers sweet nothings when he thinks you’re asleep, and fights like hell to keep you safe.
🖤 Romance | 🍳 Domestic Life | 💔 Emotional Support | 🔥 Spicy | 🌧️ Rainy Comfort | 👀 Possessive!Ichigo | 🛏️ Aftercare King | 💬 Slow-burn Boyfriend Energy
Ichigo deserves to be unwrapped layer by layer — and once you do? He’s all yours. Tag yourself: I’m the mug he uses every morning but denies being emotionally attached to.
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aro-of-argentum · 3 months ago
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Red Dahlia- Chapter 11
WC: 6,857
Notes: MDNI- This chapter has smut in it, like pretty close to right away, the reader and Jason take the next step of their relationship, Oral sex (female receiving), Penetrative sex (with protection), Jason is very touchy-feely and so so domestic, Jason gives the reader a new gift and takes her to work
Also! This is the end of the first arc of this story and so I will be taking a few weeks off of posting so that I can write ahead enough to consecutively post the next arc as I have with this one, even if I get busy with school again. Thank you for reading, I will see y'all soon :)
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Chapter 11:
“And everybody’s been putting condolence cards and stuff into your locker, so did you want me to clean it out for you in the morning, or-”
“Marcy, it’s fine, I’ll take care of it.”
“Are you sure? There was a rumor around work that someone in your family died, so everyone-”
“Marcy,” You interrupted, “I got it. I’ll take care of it when I get on shift tomorrow.”
“Okay, okay,” She relented. “I’m sure everyone will be happy to see you.”
It made you smile to hear that. “I’m excited to get back. I’ve been going a little stir-crazy sitting at home.”
“You haven’t been out to see Jason?” She asked.
“No, he’s been at home with his family. He’s coming over tonight though since he got the all-clear to be up and moving around again.”
“Aw, and the first thing he wanted to do was come see you, that’s sweet.” Her tone was dripping with sarcasm, and then she made a gagging noise.
“Hey, what did we say about leaving my relationship alone?”
“Ugh, fine. I’ll call you later.” She took on a conspiratorial tone when she added, “Have fun tonight.”
You could only shake your head and sigh. “Bye Marce.”
“Bye, babe.”
Just as you were hanging up with Marcy, your phone buzzed a text notification: Jason, saying he was on his way. You shot back a quick, “Drive safe,” before beginning to pull ingredients for dinner from the fridge so you could begin prepping. You’d barely gotten anything done by the time you heard a knock at your door. Your eyes narrowed as you double checked the time and noticed he’d gotten to your apartment far faster than he should have. Drive safe, my ass, you thought.
Jason’s face broke into a warm smile when you opened the door. “Hey, Sweetheart.”
Any irritation you’d had at his driving habits dissipated instantly when he reached for you, encircling your waist in his arms and burying his face in your hair. You returned a soft, “Hey,” as you wrapped your arms around him too, smile spreading across your own face to finally be able to touch him again.
He gave a dramatic inhale and almost groaned, “Oh fuck, I missed you. I swear they were trying to kill me this week.”
You tried to ignore the way his breath felt against your neck as he spoke and focused instead on keeping up the conversation with sarcasm. “Aw, poor baby. What did your loving family do to you while you were away?”
He caught your tone but chose to answer earnestly anyway. “Locked me in my room, mostly. They set up a guard rotation so I couldn’t sneak out.”
You pulled away from him slightly to be able to look him in the eyes. “Are you really that much of a flight risk?”
“I am when you’re all the way across town, yeah.”
His answer made you snort but your face heated all the same. “Well, you’re here now,” you said as you moved your right hand to his cheek and stroked your thumb over his cheekbone for a moment before leaning up to kiss him.
He met you halfway and pressed his lips to yours, right hand finding its way to the back of your neck while his left stayed draped around your waist. As the kiss deepened, you felt his grip on you tighten. Jason pulled your hips to his and the contact made you gasp slightly, allowing his tongue access to your mouth. The shift in mood was immediately tangible and you found yourself floating in the moment of devolving self-control. Before you completely lost yourself though, you pulled away to speak up.
“Jay, I-” Your sentence was cut short as he lifted you onto the kitchen island and reattached himself, this time to your neck, and began sucking a bruise into the skin below your jaw. You moaned, and your hands flew to touch him, one balling the shoulder of his shirt into your fist, the other finding purchase in his hair, and the slight tug you gave made him groan into your throat. You knew you only had a moment left to protest before any care you had about the food you’d begun to prepare would vanish. “Jason,” You started, trying desperately to focus on your words, not the way he’d dragged your hips to the edge of the counter and was rocking his own into them. “I was making dinner, I-”
He immediately unlatched from your neck, and his hips slowed, but didn’t stop as he took a moment to calm his breathing before responding. “If you don’t want to do this right now, I will wait, but Sweetheart, I am more than happy,” he emphasized his point with a nip to the back of your jaw and a roll of his hips, “to cook for you after.”
Your eyes fluttered shut at his words and goosebumps broke over your skin at his breath on your neck as he spoke. The choice was an easy one. “Dinner can wait,” you managed between heavy breaths. Jason was quick to react, and a yelp of surprise escaped your throat as you were pulled from the counter. Your immediate reaction was to cling to him; pressing your chest to his with a death grip on his shirt, and your legs wrapped around his waist like a vice. The action made Jason chuckle in your ear.
“Relax, Sweetheart, I’m not going to drop you.”
And you knew that. You could feel the hold he had on you, the way one hand cradled your back and the other palmed your thigh. You weren’t going anywhere unless he decided you were. The walk to your bedroom only took Jason a few strides, and he was on you again the moment your back hit your bed. Your desperation only grew as his hips ground down into yours, and you broke the kiss to pull Jason’s shirt over his head.
When your touch turned soft, the need drained from your actions, Jason froze. His gaze trailed to where your fingers lightly traced over the scar on his shoulder, left behind by the bullet that had made a home there only a couple of weeks ago. There was worry in your eyes when he finally looked back at your face.
“I’m okay,” He reassured you with a nod, holding himself above you. “It’s fully-”
“I almost lost you that night…” Your thoughts processed aloud as your mind wandered, fingers still tracing the healed wound.
“I know,” his tone was almost placating as he spoke, “but you didn’t. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” Jason took your hand from his shoulder and pressed it into his chest over his heart. “I’m right here.”
Your other hand reached up to his cheek and Jason leaned into it. “Show me.”
The request was simple, and Jason found himself eager to comply. He only had time to respond with a nod before you pulled him back down to kiss you again. He’d convince you like this over and over if you’d let him.
Getting each other undressed was quick work, and you knew you’d have to go searching for where Jason threw things, but that was a concern for later. Now, there was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, kissing up the insides of your thighs, leaving little bite marks here and there before quickly soothing them with his tongue. You began to squirm.
“Jay, skip it,” you pleaded. “I want-”
“Sweetheart, trust me,” He interrupted. “You want me to prep you.”
You shuddered at the thought and a gasp rushed into your lungs when you felt his tongue delve into you. Your fingers found his curls instantly, and you looked down to find those green eyes staring at you, watching how much you liked him eating you out.
“Fuck,” came out of you as a broken groan. You saw his eyes squint a little as though he was smiling at your reaction before he began dragging his tongue along the inside of your walls.
Jason had a pride in himself about the way he was finding he could make you feel, about the way your hands balled into fists when he- The thought was interrupted by the drag of your nails against his scalp and the pull of his hair that elicited a depraved moan from him.
The noise felt like it vibrated through your entire body, and for a moment, every muscle flexed. “Jay-” You pleaded; his name almost choked in your throat by your own breathlessness.
He pulled away from you only enough to speak. “I need you to hang on for me, Sweetheart. Just a couple more minutes.”
“Jason-” Whatever response you’d had for him was completely lost to you as the man going down on you readjusted his attention. He began sucking on your clit as two of his fingers pushed into your core. You moaned at the stretch and the change of stimulation and felt yourself tighten around his fingers.
Jason hummed in approval as he continued his efforts on your clit and waited for you to relax enough to begin working you open on his hand. He paid close attention to each time you gasped and moaned and made note of how he’d done it for later. The chanting of his name sounded like a grounding, an anchor, coming from your mouth. There was no floating away or wishing for something else; not when he could be here, with you, like this. Jason’s eyes trailed up to watch your face, only to find that you were staring down at him, and a rush of arousal traveled down to his already impossibly hard cock. He needed you to be ready for him, but he knew he wasn’t going to be able to wait much longer, so he slowed his movements with his hand until he had nearly stopped and slid a third finger inside you.
A small gasp left your throat and your eyes fluttered shut as you adjusted, and when you gave a nod, Jason began picking up his pace again. Immediately, you could feel your orgasm building, and you found yourself grinding down into Jason’s face and hand in search of more friction.
He took it in stride, matching your movement and encouraging it, eager to get you there. As his fingers pumped in and out of you, Jason began to drag his fingertips along your walls and you lurched, a choked moan escaping you as your grip in his hair tightened. Jason groaned into you and the combination was enough to push you over the edge. The tension that had built up inside you finally snapped, and Jason worked you through it as you floated in a blissful haze. When he finally withdrew from you, you whimpered at the loss.
“Don’t worry, I’m still here,” He reassured you as he moved up the bed to lay on his side next to you. Immediately you brought your lips to his, and Jason groaned, hips rocking forward on their own. “Condoms?” He asked breathlessly, barely detaching from you.
“Top drawer, nightstand,” you answered, pointing to the correct side.
As Jason began to pull away, you nipped his bottom lip with your teeth, and he let out a huff. “Fuck, Y/n, you are going to be the death of me.” He shook his head slightly, lopsided smile looking almost cocky as he reached with one hand to open the drawer and pull out one of the small metallic packages. He opened it with his teeth, opting to keep his other hand on your waist, before sliding the latex on. He positioned himself between your legs and rocked his hips forward to drag his dick over your folds. A hum of appreciation rumbled in his chest at finally getting some of the sensation he craved.
“Jay please,” You whined, growing impatient, “just fuck me.”
He chuckled lightly, “Okay, I hear you.” He reached down to line himself up with your core. “Ready?”
You nodded and gave a “Yes,” that was dripping lust, until your exhale was cut off by a shuddered gasp as Jason began to push into you. You gave a choked scoff in surprise as you felt yourself stretch to accommodate him. If this was what he felt like after prepping, you thought, you were glad he didn’t let you start with this.
“Fuck,” he grunted above you, “Sweetheart, I need you to relax, baby, breathe.”
Ironic that he was telling you to breathe when it sounded like he could barely catch a breath himself. But you did your best to follow his instruction anyway, eventually relaxing enough that he was able to slowly start rolling his hips to work himself further inside you, a little at a time.
Once he had fully buried himself in you, Jason paused to take in the feeling of you flexing around him and he groaned.
“Jason, move.”
Jason found he was more than happy to listen to the instruction you’d given, pulling out almost all the way, only to force himself back in to the hilt.
Your response was a choked gasp of, “Oh, fuck,” and you felt him push a little deeper as the man adjusted his position above you.
His movement started slowly at first, trying to savor the feeling of dragging through your walls, and he reveled in the way your hands explored his lower back, encouraging him, pulling him deeper. But his control disintegrated when you moaned his name and your nails dug into his back at a particularly hard thrust; his regard for taking his time was gone.
It only took a moment before you could feel another orgasm building. Jason used his bruising grip on your hip as leverage to pull you into his every thrust, and you could feel his desperation grow as his rhythm grew harsher. Your back arched as much as you were able given his hold on you, and the slight change in angle had him hammering into your G-spot. You could feel the way you clenched down around him as you called for him, and Jason let out a stuttered moan.
His breathing became ragged as he tried to speak. “Do it again,” he growled, and you weren’t sure if he was asking or demanding. “Say my name.”
“Jason,” you could barely repeat it before a sharper thrust forced a gasp into your lungs.
“Again.” He ground the word out through his teeth, eyes locked on your face as it twisted in pleasure, the pleasure he gave.
“Jason,” it was begging this time, and you focused everything you had left on being able to keep begging, nails dragging along his back as you attempted to keep some grip on reality.
And it drove him crazy. Jason could feel how close he was, thrusts becoming erratic as he tried to hold out. He wanted you to finish first; he wanted to feel you come undone on his cock. “Fuck, Sweetheart, what do you need? I’m close.”
You nodded as much as you were able with your head thrown back. “Me too, I want-” Your sentence cut off as you shuddered, and you knew you were about to burst. “Jay, kiss me.”
Just as his lips crashed to yours, your orgasm flooded over you. Your mouth opened in an uncontrolled moan and Jason drank it down eagerly and he continued to pound into you. But the spasming of you around him and the pull of your fingers in his hair pushed him over the edge, and Jason buried himself to the base in you with a choked groan.
There was a moment of quiet as Jason allowed his head to hang in the open space next to yours, and his hips gave a few weak involuntary thrusts as reaction to the aftershocks rippling through you. You hissed at the overstimulation now beginning to set in. “Jay, too much.” You said weakly.
Chest heaving over you, he nodded, “Okay baby, one second,” and between his attempts to slow his breathing, Jason carefully pulled out of you.
He was out of the bed for a moment, though you were too delirious to figure where he’d gone, before he returned to your side. His hand reached up to cup your cheek and the sleepy smile you gave him melted his heart. His thumb dragged briefly over your bottom lip before he leaned down to kiss you, slowly and lazily. When he broke the kiss, he spoke just above a whisper. “I don’t think I will ever have words for how gorgeous you are right now.”
You hummed in appreciation of the compliment. “I could say the same to you.”
He huffed a chuckle and questioned, “Oh, yeah?” with a single raised eyebrow.
“Mhmm.” You nodded and reached up to gently drag your fingers across his forehead, where sweat had made his black and white curls cling to his skin. He was glowing, and just a little red from the blush forming on his cheeks and ears the longer you stared. And those green eyes of his, soft as ever, and filled with adoration. “You’re beautiful, Jason Todd.”
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You awoke from what you could only assume was a brief nap to the smell of food cooking in the other room. You grabbed new underwear from your drawer, and Jason’s shirt from the floor before entering the kitchen.
“Smells good,” you stated with a hum as you planted a soft kiss on his exposed shoulder mid-stride.
“Yeah, thanks, I-” Jason’s sentence cut off with a groaned huff as he turned just in time to see you pull yourself up to sit on the counter. “Fuck, Sweetheart, I’m cooking,” He started instead as he approached you, “you can’t come out here dressed like that and expect to eat anytime soon.” His hands reached for your legs and started stroking slowly up the outsides of your thighs as he slotted himself between your knees at the edge of the counter.
“Said the man being all domestic in my kitchen, wearing nothing but sweatpants,” you replied with an exaggerated roll of your eyes. You leaned forward and gave a chaste kiss before continuing, “Besides, I’m starving. If you want another round, you’re gonna have to feed me first.”
He wore a cocky smirk as he chuckled slightly, leaning in to kiss you again. “Understood.” Another kiss. “So, dinner and then…” And another, during which he briefly caught your bottom lip between his teeth.
“So, dinner and then we’ll see. I have work tomorrow.” You pushed him back slightly with a hand on his chest as you peered over his shoulder. You nodded to the stovetop behind him. “Your pot is going to boil over.”
“Shit.” The slight fear in his eyes as Jason pulled away from you made you giggle, but he managed to remove the pot from the burner before the contents overflowed.
It was only a few minutes later that dinner was ready, and you both sat down on the couch to eat.
“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” You asked, turning sideways in your seat to lean against the armrest and lay your legs over Jason’s lap in the spot next to you.
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You woke up to your alarm blaring and groaned. Even after two weeks off, you’d have given anything to stay home today. Your sour mood was quickly overshadowed by affection as you felt a heavy arm fall over your waist and pull you back until you were pressed against a wall of muscle. When you felt Jason press a kiss to the back of your head and hum a sigh, you knew the alarm had probably woken him too. You turned in his grasp, though at first you had to fight his grip, before he realized you weren’t leaving.
“Jason?” You asked softly, hesitant to wake him if he was somehow still asleep.
“Mhmm?” He hummed in response, still not opening his eyes.
“When did we get off the couch last night?”
“You fell asleep after dinner. I didn’t want your back to hurt.” His answer was nonchalant and half-mumbled, but it made you smile all the same.
“You carried me to bed?” You questioned, fingers trailing lightly down the line of his jaw, now covered in the slightest hint of stubble.
“Mhmm,” he hummed the affirmative as he pressed a halfhearted kiss to your forehead, and his breathing began to slow again.
There was a pull in your chest toward sleep, wanting to stay in the comfort of Jason’s hold and rest with him. But you had to get up. You had work in a few hours. It only took a moment for Jason’s breath to even out the rest of the way and you knew he’d fallen back asleep. As carefully as you were able, you pressed a kiss to his jaw and pulled away. He stirred, but didn’t seem to wake, and you slowly slid out of bed, slinking off to the shower. You did your best to be quick, and when you returned to your bedroom to get dressed, you found Jason, lazily scrolling on his phone, still laying in bed. He dropped the device from his view and squinted pointedly at you.
“You left,” he accused, voice all gravel and breaths still deep from having just woken up.
The sight and sound of him only made you smile. “I had to clean up, I have work in a little while.”
His expression could have been something close to a snarl if he hadn’t been so sleepy looking. “Fine.”
“I still have a couple hours before I head out,” you tried to appease as you began pulling your scrubs from the closet to lay them out. “I can make breakfast before I go. Do you need to shower or anything?”
“Um…” Jason found himself nearly at a loss for words as he stared at you moving around the room. He watched as you slid your clothes on over skin that he wanted nothing more than to touch all over again. The tank top and shorts you wore clung to the curves of your body and Jason wanted to trace every line.
“Jay?” You stopped what you were doing and looked at him expectantly, head cocked to the side.
He nodded, a blush heating his ears and the back of his neck at having been caught staring. “Yeah, I probably should. Breakfast would be great.”
You chuckled as you watched him get up and out of your bed surprisingly quickly for someone who’d been half-asleep only a few minutes ago. “Towels on the shelf are clean!” you called after him.
“Cool!” He shot back with a thumbs up over his head as he continued to walk, not slowing until the bathroom door was closed.
A small smile crossed your features as you walked to the kitchen to get breakfast ready, figuring some eggs and bacon would do. You listened to the shower run as you threw the meat on the stove and mixed the eggs, and by the time you’d almost had everything finished, you heard the water turn off. A moment later, you caught in the corner of your eye, Jason walking by in nothing but a towel toward your bedroom. Your mind began to wander until a pop of grease landed on your arm. You hissed an inhale and gave a soft, “fuck,” as your attention returned to the task at hand.
“You alright?” The man asked, coming back out of the bedroom now in dark pants. He slid up behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist, resting his jaw against the side of your head, bare chest pressed against your back.
“I’m fine,” you reassured him, running your unoccupied hand over his arm as you leaned into him. “Why are you always walking around my house shirtless?”
Jason let out a scoff of shock. “What, you don’t like it?”
“No, I love it, actually. But it’s a bit distracting.”
You could feel the boost in his ego and hear the smirk in his voice when he responded, “Oh is that what happened a minute ago? I was being distracting?” He planted a kiss on your neck in the same place you’d found a hickey in the mirror this morning as if to emphasize his words.
The roll of your eyes could not have been any bigger. “Yes,” you admitted, “But I have things to do today, so you being distracting is not something I have time for.”
“See, you say that,” he started while his hands began to wander down your sides and found the bottom hem of your shorts. “But this is what you’re wearing first thing in the morning.” He played with the elasticity of the fabric as he spoke.
“This is what I wear under my scrubs, Jay.” You said it in an almost chastising manner, as though it were entirely obvious. “It’s just an extra layer to make it easier to change if I need to at work.”
He let out an exaggerated sigh and squeezed you around the middle slightly as you continued to cook. “I guess that makes sense, like wearing compression gear under my suit.”
You nodded. “It’s exactly like that. Here.” You split the eggs in the pan in half and pulled a few pieces of bacon out and onto a plate and handed it to Jason before serving yourself the same way.
He thanked you, and the pair of you ate in the kitchen, him leaned against the counter you sat on top of.
“You know?” Jason questioned as he took your plate from your hands and rinsed them both off in the sink before returning to stand directly in front of you at the counter. “I think you like sitting up here because it makes you feel tall.”
You chuckled softly, a smile crossing your features as looked at him in the eyes without having to crane your neck as you normally would at this proximity. “Okay, and?” You returned his questioning tone. “Is it such a bad thing that I can see more than your jaw from up here?” You reached to touch the area in question, your fingers stroking gently over the skin, which you noticed had been shaved clean of the stubble you felt this morning. Pity. “Or that I can kiss you without standing on my toes?” You leaned in for a kiss but froze just before making contact and Jason made a choked noise of surprise at your audacity. “Or should you be the only one who gets to be tall?” You asked, leaning back to give space, and found that his jaw hung open in shock.
A mischief entered his eyes as Jason ran his tongue over his teeth. “Oh, Sweetheart, you are playing games you already told me we don’t have time for this morning.”
“So, no teasing anymore either, then. Got it, rules are different now.” You said with a sarcastic nod.
“Now, when did I say that?” Jason asked with a smile, reaching to place his hands on either side of your neck just under your jaw, letting his thumbs trace little patterns into your skin. There was a moment of pause as he seemed content to just look at you, before Jason used his grip on you to pull you back toward him and kiss you.
It was slow and careful as the two of you made out. Your hands found their way to the man’s waist and pulled him closer, but you were careful not to elevate the tension too much. When you broke for air, Jason was the first to speak.
“Did you want me to drive you to work today?” He asked, excited glint in his gaze.
“Jay, you don’t have to, I can walk just-”
“Okay,” He interrupted you, “Let me rephrase. May I drive you to work today, please?”
You raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Sure… Any particular reason?”
“I have stuff to do on that side of town anyway today, so I might as well, and…” He trailed off for a moment, looking almost guilty as he palmed the outside of your thigh. “I’d really like to show off.”
“Show off what, exactly?” You asked, a conspiratorial squint on your face.
“Well, you, mostly. But also, the present I brought you,” he said with a smirk.
True confusion overtook your features. “I’m sorry?”
Jason disappeared for a moment, leaving you in the kitchen alone as he retrieved his bag from the bedroom, setting it on the couch to dig around in it. “Do you remember I told you that if you liked going riding, I’d get you your own gear?”
“Yes…”
“Here.” He pulled a neatly folded pair of pants and a jacket from his duffle and presented them to you. “They should fit better to your size than the ones you wore last time, and if you need, I can have them tailored.”
You could only nod in response as you got down from the counter, overwhelmed by such a thoughtful thing. You took the garments from him and got dressed in your room, sliding the pants and jacket on over your shorts and tank top. The suit fit like a glove, and you smirked to yourself at the idea of what Jason had to go through to get it like this without your help. When you walked back out, you could feel the exact moment Jason’s gaze fell on you. It was heavy.
Jason hadn’t expected to be so taken by the image of you wearing the suit he’d had made for you. It was just typical riding gear, with some upgrades in the armor. No chance of road rash if the thing could take a bullet. Except seeing you geared up like this stirred something dangerous in him, especially since you were in his colors. This was as close as he figured he could get to marking you, without fully putting his name or symbol across your shoulder blades. This way, you’d look like you belonged there riding with him, regardless of whether he was in the helmet.
Both pieces had a base of solid black Cordura with stitching in just the right shade of red, and while the pants only had other small details in red like the beltloops and pocket linings, the jacket was a bit more complex. The shoulder and center back panels were a dark grey color to match the gunmetal zippers, and the detailing like pocket edges, sleeve cuffs, and the bottom hem of the jacket were all done in the same red. The last piece of the jacket was the only part he was concerned might have been over the top: a blood red hood. He watched as you pulled the hood up over your head and looked at him with an eyebrow quirked. Goddamn if you didn’t look good like this. But he didn’t want the gift to feel like an attempt to control you.
“If it’s too much, then-” he started.
“No. I love it,” you were quick to interrupt as you looked over yourself. A thought occurred to you however, and you voiced it to the man in front of you. “Are we worried it’s a little on the nose though?” you asked, running your fingers over the edge of the hood.
“Nah,” he huffed the word and shook his head as he approached you. “Designers use our uniforms as “inspiration” for avant-bullshit all the time. And besides, Alfred seems to think that even just using my visage will help keep small fish off you; something about not wanting to deal with the trouble if the actual Red Hood might be over your shoulder.”
He rolled his eyes playfully to try to keep the mood light, but you could tell this was important to him. The way Jason’s hands dragged over your sleeves like he was inspecting the article for flaws told you this was much more than him gifting you an outfit. You felt the material, and noticed it was thicker than that of the jacket you wore last time, but it was lighter in weight. And it had a striking resemblance in texture to- “Is this armor?” You asked, looking up to meet his eyes as the realization dawned on you. “Like yours.”
Jason nodded shallowly, “Everything except the body plates, yeah, it’s the same stuff my uniform is made of.”
“So, what I’m hearing is: I’m basically indestructible now,” you observed, mischief in your eyes and shit eating grin on your face.
“Oh-ho,” he let out a humorless chuckle as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him. “Don’t do that to me.”
You looked up through your eyelashes at him, hands resting on his chest as you spoke. “What? You don’t want me running around letting the world know I’m untouchable because I’m part of Red Hood’s territory?” His grip on you tightened, and for a moment you thought you’d made him upset until you saw the way his eyes had darkened. A small smile crossed your features as you realized what was happening. “Is that a thing for you?” You questioned, doing everything possible with your inflection to make sure that he knew you weren’t making fun of him. “Jason…” your tone dropped slightly, and you reached up to stroke his cheek with the back of your knuckles as you continued, “do you like the idea of me being marked as yours? You want everyone to know I’m spoken for?”
In a flash, his fingers were closed around your wrist to stop your movements. “That’s not a conversation to have right now if you’re still planning on going to work today.”
So, yes, he’s very into that. “Noted. Thank you for the gear.” You gave a soft smile as you tried to pull the conversation toward a less risky topic.
Jason nodded, his grip on you softening as he breathed a small sigh of relief. “Of course. You liked being on my bike, so I wanted to make sure you’re covered just in case something happens on the road. And aside from that, it should be light enough that you can wear it any time you want extra coverage, without it getting too hot or heavy.”
“Okay,” you acknowledged as you processed his words. “And “coverage,” in this case means…”
“It’ll stop blades and most small firearms,” He stated. “Plus, burns, abrasions, and other types of impact shouldn’t be an issue. BUT-” He emphasized and made sure he had eye contact with you before continuing, “You can still get hurt, so I need you to still be careful. It’s a jacket, not a forcefield.”
“I know, Jay. I hear you. I promise I will be careful, okay?” You waited for him to nod in response to indicate he’d heard you before you spoke again. “Thank you for protecting me.”
Jason felt a swell of pride in his chest hearing you say that, and he leaned down to kiss you before responding, “Always,” and kissing you again. “Are you ready to go?” he asked, thumb on your chin as he tilted your head up to look at him.
You hummed in affirmation. “Almost. I need to get my scrubs in my backpack.” It only took you a few moments to get the garments rolled and put in your bag alongside the other clothing, snacks, and book you always kept in your bag for work, and then you were back. “Ready now.” You noticed that while you were out of the room, Jason had gotten dressed the rest of the way, into gear that matched yours, aside from the hood, absent from his jacket. There was a warmth in your chest at the fact that it wasn’t only about putting you in his colors, but getting the two of you to coordinate. For someone so convinced he’s incapable of good, you thought, he’s incredibly endearing.
Jason held your hand the whole way as he led you to the alley with worn-out parking lines on the side of your building. You almost found yourself surprised to see the bike was even still there, but you figured that likely had more to do with whatever anti-theft technology was installed on it. There were also two helmets mounted to the chassis by the gas tank. They were both sleek black, with gunmetal hardware and red linings you could see through the open visors. The slightly smaller one had one difference though, in the form of a subtle matte-black design pressed over one side: a dahlia.
“Those are new,” you pointed with a curious look on your face.
“Well, yeah, if I was going all out with everything else, I figured I might as well, right?”
You gave a soft smile, “Sure. Same level of protection I assume?”
“Obviously.” He shot you a scrutinous look as though to say, ‘you know better.’
“Can I ask how they’re mounted?”
He tugged on his helmet to show you it wasn’t budging. “They’re attached with the same electromagnetic signal that locks the bike up, so it doesn’t get stolen. We all have it on our work bikes, but since I’m going to be parking this one outside the manor garage more often, I figured I should probably get it installed.”
“I hope it wasn’t too much of a pain in the ass. You shouldn’t have to alter everything for-”
Jason cut you off with a short “Hey, stop,” before continuing with, “I am happy to make changes in my life to better accommodate the fact that you are in it. And full honesty, I probably should have done it a while ago anyway.” Satisfied you weren’t going to protest anymore; Jason redirected the conversation. “Now, c’mere Sweetheart.”
When you approached him, it was with such affection in your eyes that Jason couldn’t remember a time in his life that this wasn’t standard, that you were not his priority. And he didn’t want to. He pulled you into him by your waist and kissed you deeply, trying to show you how much he cared for you, how much he loved you. He would do anything you asked of him with no regard for consequence, he realized with no surprise, and Bruce was going to kill him for it when he found out.
When the kiss broke, Jason was quick to slide your helmet over your head, immediately followed by his own, and you heard a small crackle in your ear before, “Can you hear me okay?” You looked up to Jason in surprise at how much clearer this was than the last time you’d borrowed a helmet with a comm link in it, and you could tell by the way his eyes scrunched through the open visor that he was smiling. There was a chuckle through the same speaker and then you heard him say “I’ll take that as a yes.”
You’d never felt so spoiled in your life. “You did all this for me?” You asked, almost breathless with awe.
Jason shrugged as he finished fastening his gloves, “You needed gear. I wasn’t about to have you wearing the old hand-me-down shit that just hangs in the garage. I wanted you to have the best and be- What?” He asked, finding that when he looked at you from where he sat on the bike, your helmet was cocked at him.
“Nothing, I just,” love him. You loved him. “I think you’re pretty incredible.”
He huffed an almost sarcastic laugh. “Okay, Sweetheart, get on the bike.”
You took his outstretched hand and relied on his aide for balance as you swung your leg over the back of the motorcycle. As soon as your weight settled behind him, Jason started the engine and pulled out of the alley. The ride to your job was filled with easy conversation, but far too short, and when he pulled up to the front lot of the hospital, Jason was quick to find a spot in the row closest to the doors to park. The pair of you dismounted and Jason helped you out of your helmet before removing his own.
“Hey, kick ass today,” he flashed a brilliant smile that made your heart flutter as he spoke.
“Don’t I always?” you questioned as you pulled the front of his jacket down to you for a kiss goodbye. It was only about a second before you heard a wolf whistle from behind you, and you snapped your head to find Marcy and one of the other nurses staring from the coffee cart on the sidewalk outside the front door. You looked up at Jason apologetically, “I gotta go.”
He nodded, an understanding smile over his features. “I’ll pick you up tonight if I’m not already at work.”
“And if you are?” You questioned.
“Then we’ll do the usual,” he said with a shrug, throwing a wink your way. “Either way, I’ll see you later, Sweetheart.”
“Bye, Jay.”
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RealAgeAu Drabble - Day in Town
The poll has ended (and as always i sneaked to see the results early :3) and this one won out! @spotaus
You guys really just like the domestic fluff of these guys trying to parent. Don't you? It is okay. They are rather sweet :D
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Lets get to it! (and for those who forgot because i did because i only mentioned the name ONCE. Crop's brother is called Straw :D) Also I had to really consider who's POV I was going to use for this one as they all would have worked but I ended up going with Killer because he is silly and hasn't had a turn in a while. At least that is what it feels like :D
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Killer taps the door as he stares out of the window of the truck. People would assume it is crowded but it honestly isn't that bad.
Mostly because Horror is sitting in the by rider seat with Nightmare in his lap, safely seated. Cross and Dust decided they prefered to drive in the actual cargo area of the truck. Which left only Killer and Crop in the backseat.
Killer honestly also thinks that Dust specifically prefered to sit in the back as he wouldn't have to see Straw. Dust still has the most issues with seeing any other universe's Papyrus. Killer would have gone to sit with him but Cross had been faster with offering it and there is no way in HELL that Killer was going to leave Horror and Ngihtmare without a set of extra sockets.
Doesnt make the drive any less tense.
tap. tap. tap. tap.
Crop sends him another nervous glance before clearing his throat "So.. you guys are finally going to see the town! excited?"
Killer huffs "Not really. But Dusty mentioned needed actual stuff for Nighty." which is why Killer leans closer to the seat before him holding Horror and Nightmare. He looks over the side and grins at Nightmare "sup tiny boss."
Nightmare looks over and sends him a tiny glare "You should have your seatbelt on."
Killer coos "Aw you do care~ such a sweet baby."
Nightmare blushes and mutters as he hides his face in Horror's sweater. Horror sends him an amused look "Killer. stop that."
Killer shrugs and leans back in his seat. feeling very accomplished.
Killer just needs to make sure that Nightmare doesn't fall into old patterns of trying to be the adult and leader. He doesn't need to do that and it isn't healthy for the babybones. so. Time to unlearn! At least those moments have been getting less and less frequent so there is progress!
Killer still doesn't appreciate the look send their way from both Crop and Straw, Yes he knows tiny boss is adorable but if they as much as try to get closer there is going to be spilled dust.
Straw stops the truck and announces their arrival.
Crop gets out quickly and they are on a parkinglot outside a shopping street. It isn't too large by the looks of it and just shops and a bar restaurant thing, probably this universes Grillby's.
Crop smiles at them "Okay! First day out!" Crop looks almost as nervous about this as Cross looks and Cross is actively looking around and has his hand ready to grab his knife.
Crop must see it too as he and straw share a look. Straw motions towards them and the town and Crop waves it off.
Crop turns back to them and Killer grins "SOmething the matter?"
Crop is quick to answer "What?! No! Of course not! It is just. a lot. This can be a lot and i just want to be sure everything is fine!"
Killer chuckles and sees Horror shoot him a disapproving glance. Still Horror goes over to Cross and hands Nightmare over to him. Cross is quick to hug him close and Nightmare has his grumpy face on again but still holds unto Cross. Clearly comfortable.
Horror joins his side "Killer. Stop." Killer sticks his tongue out at Horror and Horror's disapprovement makes way for amusement.
Hah! Still got it!
Horror looks at Crop "This isn't first time for us. We know how to behave."
Crop nods as he rubs his arm "I figured! It is just... If this works out you guys can stay longer and have something of a base to fall back on. I am just worried because some people can be..." he searches for the words.
Straw leans clsoer "Mean, harsh and rude."
Crop sends him a glare and Straw shrugs "It is true!"
Crop sighs "Anyway." he turns back to them "Ready to introduce yourselves?"
Killer grins "And spread rumours!" He can see Dust pull a pained face again. Dust is still not a fan of the backstory they settled on but they are already commited to it after the doctor's visit!
Crop chuckles and grins "I am still curious about what you guys settled on myself..."
Killer shakes his skull and shakes his finger "No no. No cheating. figure it out yourself" and he grins.
Cross huffs as he keeps Nightmare fully against him "Lets just get this over with..."
Adn they walk into town.
People are staring which they all had expected and should be used to at this point. But Killer doesn't like the fact how many people see Nightmare at the moment, and by the looks of it, neither do the others like this. Cross keeps trying to hold Nightmare as close as possible and almost hide by Horror. Dust has started to fully shadow the two as he barely looks around.
Crop and Straw obviously see the tension and seem to be sharing more uncertain looks.
Nightmare however doesn't seem to share their issues as he happily leans away from the hold to enable himself to look around. He studies buildings and vehicles. and even just stares back at people staring at him. Clearly more interested in learning about this new place than actual worry.
Or maybe he just feels safe with them and that does THINGS to Killer.
Crop stops them near the middle of the streat "okay! This is it!" he waves around himself "It isn't a lot now as people are still waiting for the produce to finish growing. But. Generally." he points to a shop "General store. they have most things needed." he points to the shop next to it "Bookstore. self explainatory." he points to the large bar "Grillby's is a bar and restaurant. people spend most of their free evenings there."
Hah! Called it!
Crop points out a few more buildings but most of those are for farming things and supplies.
Dust nods and looks over at them before looking back to the bookstore and general store "Going to get things. be back soon."
They watch him casually walk away on his own.
Yeah no absolutely not!
Killer is already half jogging after Dust as he waves at Cross, Horror and Nighmare "You guys stick together and get a feel for other people!" After which he sprints to catch up with Dust.
They enter the general store together.
Dust shoots him a look "don't need a babysitter."
Killer huffs and grins "Says you!" and he follows Dust as Dust looks at things. Killer just doens't like any of them being alone unless it is at a secured place. So Killer will jsut stalk Dusty for a bit! It is perfect!
Dusty looks at items and ends up getting two more notebooks and some pencils. he nods to himself and gets in line to pay for the items.
Killer checks the funds and frowns. They are running out and they will either have to go to another universe to steal more and risk drawing attention or actually think of a way to make money the legal way.
A groan from upfront and Killer looks up to see a teenager panicking over the cash register. the customers before them all look angry and annoyed.
The teenager presses buttons but nothing seems to help "I am sorry. I am sorry! It just... has issues once in a while. I can fix this!" the teenager does not look any clsoer to fixing it!
Dust huffs and turns to him "Hold." and Killer gets the few school supplies pushed into his arms. Dust afterwards walks over to the front. He grabs the basket of items and pushes it into the arms of the man in front "Hold." the man goes to say something but Dust just hops on top of the counter and sits next to the register. He turns it this and that way.
Dust hums as he pulls out his pocket knife and undoes some screws. the cap opens and he looks into the darkness, a shift in his socket and his eye light now lights up the inside of the register.
He looks at the teen "Got tape?"
The teenager blinks at him before nodding.
Dust nods "Get it." and turns back to the register as he removes some wires and starts making tiny cuts.
The teen grabs it from a drawer and hands it over "Euh... sir... I don't... i mean... i am not allowed... i don't know if you can..."
Dust hums and doesn't listen at all as he redoes some of the wires and removes some of them that looked burned through. He secures things with the tape and closes the back up again. he turns the register back in place and hits the side once.
The register lights up and asks for a log in.
Dust looks at the teen "Fixed." he hops down of the counter. Takes the basket the man in front is still holding dumbfounded. DUst places it back on the counter and walks back to Killers side where he takes his own stuff back.
Killer grins at him "Nicely done. I think that is a new record for you fixing soemthign."
Dust may appear calm but Killer know shim and can see the smaller skeleton looks smug "Easy fix. just a burned wire."
Killer nods "Still a new record! Sadly i didn't have the free hands to time it."
Dust shrugs and acts like he doesn't care but Killer knows better.
The line goes a lot quicker and once it is their turn they quickly pay for the items.
The leave the store and Killer points at the bookstore "Do we need anything from there?"
Dust thinks for a moment before shaking his skull.
Ah. seems like Dust doesn't plan on expanding the classes just yet. Likely wants to see if they actually stay for longer here first.
So they walk back to the group as Dust holds a tiny bag with the new things. they see them near another store and they seem to be talking to a bunny and a dog monster.
The bunny coos as they stare at Ngihtmare and Killer feels himself glae as he rushes to their side "Hey!! Whatsup!" and he nuzzles Nightmare in greeting.
Nightmare huffs and whines "Killer! Careful for my ice cream." Killer pulls back and sees now that Nightmare is also holding ice cream. woops. Killer looks down adn yeah that is ice cream on his shirt. Oh well. he shrugs.
Cross laughs as he smiles at Nightmare "Still good to eat?"
Nightmare studies his ice cream before nodding and going back to eating it with tiny tiny licks. dust joins them again and Nightmare immediantly looks at him. Killer can spot their tiny Nightlight starting to raise an arm towards Dust but he stops himself and pulls it back.
Luckily, or unluckily, Dust is very observant and saw it right away. He gives the bag to Killer and easily climbs the haystack Nightmare had been sitting on. Dust next pulls Nightmare into his lap without disturbing the ice crema eating process.
Nightmare hums happily and leans back into the hug as a tiny purr starts to leave him.
Killer grins as he leans against the hay stack and looks at the two other monsters, who are staring very intensly at Dust and Nightmare and Killer feels... something protective rise up. still he keeps asmile on his face as he speaks "who are the new fluffballs?"
The bunny smiles brightly "Hey! I am Ellie and this is Dani, we are fellow farmers like Crop. We own a tree farm and cherry farm."
the dog, Dani, nods "Yeah! Crop asked us if we had any spare clothes so we kinda knew some people moved in. it is nice to meet you five!" she smiles brightly.
Killer nods as he keeps his arms crossed and his grin sharp. stop looking at them. stop looking at them. stop looking at-
Horror nods "Nice to... meet friendly faces. We are still...settling..."
Cross helps quickly "As Horror said, we are still getting used to things around here. we are very lucky that Horror and Crop were friends and he was willing to let us stay."
Dani looks curious "I hope you don't mind me asking... why the name change from Sans to Crop?"
Killer freezes as he tries to think but Cross shrugs "Skeleton naming thing. Normally you are named after fonts that we speak in, yes we can see fonts and yes it gets weird and yes it takes magic. We just kinda know the vibe and with magic can see those. You can named after that. problem, we all speak in the same font type. Meaning we all kinda had the same name." he rubs his neck "Two people with the same name you can work around but six gets confusing. So nicknames."
Ellie smiles brightly "Dani and I are the same! We were both named Danielle and when we met we realised this would get annoying. especially when we.. euh... got together together." she giggles "so. we are now Dani and Ellie!"
Dani looks highly amused "Our house voicemail is still, the house of Danielle however. It was too good of a joke to pass up."
Ellie nods and smiles "If you guys need anything or help let us know. We have a lot of leftover stuff from our own moving and getting settled and saved everything we could." She looks at Nightmare and Dust again and smiles "And can I jsut say the tiny one is adorable." she looks curiously at them all "So... you guys got one?"
Killer feels that portective rage turn into protective and possessive smugness as Dust answers "he is mine. we all work together." and he shrugs at the questioning look.
Cross shakes his skull at the questioning look "That... is rather personal... they prefer not to talk about it."
Killer can see Ellie and Dani share a worried look before both smile reassuring "That is fine. Take it easy okay?" Dani smiles as Ellie nods along.
They continue the small talk for a moment longer before Ellie reminds DAni that they came to get fertilizer and they two walk off hand in hand.
Crop watches them go "That... went very well..."
Horror looks at him amused "Told you."
Crop laughs adn nods "Yeah you were right. You guys totally got this."
They remain there and meet a few more people from town as they wait for Straw to finish getting what Crop and him need for their actual farm.
Killer relaxes in the sun as the day slowly passes.
When they get back Cross will probably force him out of his now sticky shirt. Killer will tease him about wanting to undress him which will make Cross sputter and blush. Killer will end up wearing aclean shirt and probably watch as Dust teaches Nightmare more about math while Horror and Cross help Crop and Straw around on the farm.
Killer hadn't expected this all to go like this but it is nice. it is quiet. and most important, they are all safe.
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All in all? Great success!
I still don't feel like i quite nailed Killer. Killer is a curious character to write as he is very silly but also wickedly smart. mmmmh. but then again this is a drabble. *shrug*
Realistically? If this was a full on chaptered fanfic this would probably be a chapter i had to rewrite a few times. Just to make sure I get Killer's character and behaviour right. But for now it is fine :)
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zomboyfren · 3 months ago
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Emotional support animal
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imminent-danger-came · 2 years ago
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So, this parallel, right.
That parallel and the 4x11 shadowpeach fight as a whole:
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Macaque: "No that's YOU! You're the one always running off! Looking for more power, more sources of immortality—you're the one who wouldn't quit while were were ahead! Not the great sage, he's got to drag EVERYONE else into his mess!" Sun Wukong: "You're not in this mess, you're still free! Everything I did was for us!" Macaque: "You did it for yourself! You've become like this, obsessive demon! I told you going against the Jade Emperor was a bad idea, but no, Wukong doesn't listen to anyone! He just does whatever he wants! You put yourself here, not me."
(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)
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A large part of Wukong's motivation to keep getting more power was the freedom of it—the more power you have the easier it is to do whatever you want. It's easier to ignore everyone else and focus solely on yourself. It's also easier to ensure yourself and your loved one's are protected and have the ability to do what they want.
So, a punishment where the great Monkey King is imprisoned and trapped for hundreds of years? It's effective and tragic and fitting. Wukong wanted to have the freedom to protect the people he cared about, and in trying to reach for the power to do that, he completely had his freedom removed. He went from the mountain, to then the circlet, and then all of a sudden he had morals and was bound to those.
And then I think about his end of s3 choice to go face the Lady Bone Demon alone. Once again Wukong was trying to protect his loved ones (not to mention the whole reason he went after the Samadhi fire to begin with was to have the power, the freedom to stop LBD (which in itself is another case of SWK believing he needed to be stronger for such freedom)), but he also wanted to make sure MK and himself both had agency. He didn't want MK to have to fight LBD, and he didn't want LBD to end the world.
This is exactly the sentiment he tells Macaque in the 4x11 flashback:
Sun Wukong: "It's so we don't have to worry about anything or anyone ever again! Just living a lazy life, sitting in the sun, eatin' fruit, and doing whatever we want!"
But where does it all lead him?
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To possession, imprisonment. Once again Wukong no longer had the freedom to do what he wanted (which is to protect the people he cares about). Once again in his attempts to help his loved one's, he only hurt them.
This can be applied to his relationship with Macaque, to MK in s2, hell, even Wukong trying to get the map in the first place left him powerless, which then led to him and the gang being imprisoned in 3x02. It's a familiar pattern, one we see with antagonist and protagonist alike.
MK in s2 trained to become more powerful, which in the end only strengthened LBD and forced him and his friends on the run. Mei in 3x12 protects MK by letting herself get captured and placed into LBD's crystal. Mei in 4x05 goes to protect MK, breaking her sword and leaving her vulnerable to being captured by Kui Mulang ("How am I supposed to protect everyone without my sword?"). DBK reached for more power and then became possessed by LBD, hurting his wife and son. Azure reached for the Jade Emperor's power and bound himself to that role, jeopardizing Peng and Yellowtusk in the process.
It's a cycle of reaching for power, endangering others, and then being imprisoned.
So anyways, here's why MK is going to lose control (his agency) next season and hurt his friends with his own- *get's shot*
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venicemermaids · 2 months ago
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giocy becomes a lot funnier to me when i realize that they quite literally are a twist on those old mafia romances from wattpad
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phoenix--flying · 3 months ago
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"cant boys be friends" THEY CAN. but they can also kiss each other
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nixie-deangel · 10 months ago
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Hi, I hope you’re doing well, and that I’m not sending too many at once! But how about ✍🏻✍🏻🍼🍼🔥🔥
(I’m a sucker for some insecure Bradley, I can’t lie)
Hi Harry!!! Absolutely not sending to many! (if you want, or anyone does, feel free to send more! I'm actually making slightly more progress my stories because of these! )
(Insecure Bradley is like catnip for me XD)
✍🏻 insecure bradley - hangster
He knows this won't last. None of the things he wants or needs ever do. But Bradley can't help to still want and need it. To need Jake. To want him in all the ways he can. To desperately hope Jake could want him as well. To need him like Bradley does. Bringing his hands up, he scrubs harshly at his face as he lets out a self loathing laugh at the thought though. There was no way Jake would ever truly want him like Bradley does. To need him like Bradley does. Because really, beyond a good fuck and a few moments of fun, what good was Bradley Bradshaw to a man like Jake Seresin? Nothing. That's what good he was, nothing.
🍼 non navy bradley/fighter pilot jake as parents - hangster
Jake knows he's being an asshole. Knows he's being even worse than he'd normally let himself be. But what the fuck was he supposed to do? His little girl, his baby, was halfway around the world and sick. And he was fucking stuck on a carrier in the middle of the damn ocean when she needed him. When Bradley needed him. "You still being a bitch, Bagman?" Shoulders tensing, Jake doesn't turn to watch as Phoenix steps up and settles onto the guard rail he's leaning against. "Not now," he mutters, voice low, dark, just the barest bit threatening. "Yeah well, no one else had the balls to come make sure you unclenched your ass enough to get your head out of it."
🔥 virgin jake - hangster
Jake can't help but frown as he stares up at his tutor. "But wouldn't it make it better, if I were to learn how to please my vampire before I am given to them? Would I not be able to bring them more pleasure and fulfill my purpose better if so?" He watches his teacher's brow raise before they give a small shake of their head at his questioning. "No. No, I am afraid it is best if you do not learn before they are ready to teach you, young one." But before Jake could further question the man, the sound of knocking at the open doorway drew both of their attention and Jake couldn't help but flush as his eyes fell upon his personal guard, Bradley. Whom he wished he could give his heart, and body, too.
Make Nixie Write This Weekend!
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softquietsteadylove · 6 months ago
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Second prompt is a lil crazier but I can’t stop thinkin about it: what about a flash forward to older Heracles! He’s a big strong warrior now and an even bigger mama’s boy, respects his pops and somehow they end up in trouble so of COURSE he has to help them! He owes them everything! idk just a thought, do with that what you will and I’m excited to read it! Thank you <3
"Everyone, get back!"
The days of war in Athens had finally calmed, but now Deviants were more common than ever. Where they had been all this time was a mystery, but the attacks were now a daily occurrence.
"Off the battlefield!" Thena ordered as she swung first her spear and then her sword. The Deviant reared back after getting sliced through its eye. She turned. "Now!"
Heracles offered a grin, as if that would soften his defiance of her. "But the people need help!"
Heracles had grown from a mischievous human child into a man fit to be named a demigod by the people. Born a human but raised by the gods, Athenians would say. He was of towering stature now, hair golden and noble of character. He had a fine weapon, forged by the hands of the Great Champion himself.
Although it was said he could often be seen in town walking alongside an old mutt with a wooden children's toy hanging from his belt.
Thena huffed, turning her attention back to the battle at hand. "It was not up for discussion."
Thena circled the beast. It was massive, like the Bull back in Babylon. It was shaped like a cavalry horse, if massive. Perhaps the story of the Trojan horse would become muddled with this as time went on. "Up!"
Gilgamesh, as if apparating from thin air, appeared at her side and grasped her waist. He even made a full turn, using his strength and velocity to throw the Goddess of War into the air. He put his hand up to his eyes to shield them from the sun, admiring her like a shooting star. "Wow."
Even with Gilgamesh's help, she landed just above the creature's haunches. She closed both palms and dug her swords both into its wiry musculature. It reared up in pain, leaving her to dangle from them with only her own strength.
"Thena!"
"Hang on!" Heracles, having ushered the last of the citizens away from the immediate vicinity of danger, rushed forward. He ran straight at the creature, his eyes on the woman hanging onto its back.
Both Gilgamesh and Heracles swarmed like bees to a flower, watching and waiting anxiously to see if Thena would be thrown from the goliath's back from sheer force of its movements.
Upon its back, she gritted her teeth. "Accursed thing."
She changed the shape of her blades within its flesh, hoping to lodge them therein like fish hooks or poison barbs. But the horse was easily the height of the city gates back on its rear legs like this. If anything, it was only standing up too tall--too far back. She let go of her own accord, swinging herself around. "Gilgamesh! Send it that way!"
He frowned. He didn't want his choice to be between catching her and saving entire blocks of the city. But he raised his fist, charging his energy around it. It wasn't as if the fall could do any real damage. He just would prefer to be the one catching her.
Gilgamesh punched up in the creature's direction. No contact had to be made. He was able to avoid hitting Thena in the crossfire, sending a blast of Cosmic Energy up at the thing's back, forcing it to fall towards the cliffs and away from the edge of town.
Heracles caught her. He had taken a running leap and jumped at a height that was questionable for any human. He even landed successfully, his sandals sliding on the dirt path of the city's entrance for some distance. He looked at the Goddess of War, "you okay?"
Thena frowned up at him (the large child, as far as she was concerned). "Unhand me."
"What?" he laughed, as if this were all a game they were playing.
"I told you to get to safety, that is what," she huffed at him, standing from his embrace and dusting her spotless white dress off. "You are mortal, since it bears repeating."
Young man as he was, now, Heracles still turned his big, sad eyes on her. "I know. But the people need protecting, even if you and Pops have it under control."
She huffed. She could not deny that protecting humans was always the goal, and that surely having more help with it was not a problem. But that meant conceding that the human before her was no longer a child clinging to her with a snotty nose looking for pastry scraps.
She had to concede that he was grown enough to risk his life if he so chose.
"The citizens are clear of the area. They will need you to protect them if the walls are breached," she sufficed to say.
They watched as the massive horse fell, shaking the earth around them. Its back crumbled the cliffside and sent it tumbling down the side of the mountain. The road into the city from the shoreline would be compromised, but at least it and the city gates were standing yet.
Heracles looked at the Eternals, now both shorter than he. "Hephaestus is gonna be mad."
Gilgamesh crossed his arms at him. "I would think the mortal one here shouldn't be the most reckless one."
"Exactly my thoughts," Thena joined him in their united front against Heracles' disobedience.
The human blinked as both of them turned the disapproval on him. He took a step back, holding his hands up in front of him, as if choosing not to see their disapproving frowns would keep them from existing. "Hey, I was just trying to help."
"And since when do I need assistance?"
Gilgamesh snorted. Heracles had stepped right into that dung pile.
The young man cleared his throat, correcting his posture and leaning down in an invitation for her to ruffle his hair. "Never, Goddess Athena."
Thena uncrossed her arms, pushing his head up and away, which ruffled his hair by happenstance. "Agitating child."
He rose to his full height again with a grin. "Yes, Mother."
Thena gave up on lecturing him, choosing to examine the damage and peer down to see if the creature still breathed.
Gilgamesh chuckled at the mortal man, facing down the Goddess of War with such cheek. "You're lucky she's fond of you, or you'd be down there with that thing."
"You think I don't know that?" Heracles laughed. He had inherited Gilgamesh's mirth and zealous sense of humour, of all things.
"It's still alive."
The two of them rushed over. Heracles eagerly reached out to pull Thena out of the path of danger. Gilgamesh slid forward to take his place alongside her, in contrast. But it didn't matter; all three of them plummeted down the cliff as the Deviant attempted to claw its way back up to the city limits.
Its gargantuan hooves slapped into the cliffs, crumbling massive boulders in its wake and making it tumble down even further with every attempt.
Gilgamesh threw himself at both Thena and Heracles, holding his arms above his head. He grunted as he did have to endure a boulder or two before Thena added her power to his and skewered a few with her trident. "Where's Sersi when you need her?"
The dust settled and the three emerged. Thena looked at Heracles extensively. "Unscathed?"
"Yes, yes, I'm fine," he chuckled as she turned and twisted his head, poked at his arms, even jabbed him in the ribs between the plates of his armour. "Ow!"
"Do not leave your vitals exposed," she took the time to lecture before going to check on the Deviant again.
Heracles ruffled his own golden hair as he followed. "You battle in a toga."
Gilgamesh elbowed him. "Don't talk back to the Goddess of War."
The human sighed, knowing he was outnumbered by his unwavering mentors/parents. "Yes, sir."
The horse was indeed still alive. But as much as Eternals were not gifted swimmers, Deviants truly sank like stones. The monster was thrashing as it continued to tumble downward until it reached the shoreline. Its own mass would soon drown it.
"We should bring Sersi, tell her to expand the landmass and keep that thing's body contained within the rock," Thena declared, still watching until the fight left her enemy's body.
"That's gonna make for some wild fossils someday," Gilgamesh muttered to himself as he too watched. Of course, he only watched for as long as Thena did. He slid his eyes over to her. "Should we...go get her now?"
"We must be certain this thing won't try to claw its way on land again." The Goddess of War had spoken, and that was that.
Both men sighed heavily.
She turned back to them and their petulance. "We will have to climb back up the cliff regardless."
They had indeed fallen a great distance.
Heracles leaned over the edge slightly, holding his hand up mostly for dramatic effect. "It's in the water now, I'm sure it won't take long to be submerged completely."
"Great!"
By the time he turned, Thena was already in Gilgamesh's arms, held like a maiden. His jaw dropped in offense at the idea that they were leaving him there. "Hey!"
"Since you're so tough, you can keep an eye out until Sersi gets here," Gilgamesh chuckled, happily holding his Goddess in his arms and preparing to jump most if not all the height they fell.
"Indeed," Thena agreed, furthering the betrayal. "If you do not wish to listen to my instruction, then you can take the service roads back up to the city. As mortals do."
Heracles pursed his lips (a habit picked up from the goddess herself). "This is unjust."
"Have Sersi walk back with you if dusk falls," Thena pointed out lastly before Gilgamesh charged energy under his feet and took off like a rock from a trebuchet.
Heracles shouted after his petulant parents (always sneaking away to canoodle). "I am not a child!"
#Thenamesh Heracles AU#thank you so much for the ask I really hope you like it!!!!#this one is a little lighter than the last#I just think Heracles would be all fun and games#he grows up so fast#and he's fast and strong obviously#he got trained by two of the finest warriors the planet has ever seen#also yes I totally picture him like a blonde disney hercules#and he's so cheeky#he loves joking around like Gil#and he loves acting like a little mama's boy for Thena#she acts so annoyed but he can see how happy it makes her when he still comes over#tail wagging for her approval#the first time he wins in a battle or lands a bullseye or wins a race against Makkari's light jog#he's like did you see Mama Thena I won!!!!#Thena pretends to be uninterested but she couldn't be prouder#also he does still have that little sword she whittled for him when he was a kid#it's his most treasured possession#that and his old dog Odysseus#Thena still calls it Canis (Dog)#Heracles fights the occasional Deviant that makes its way into town#he protects the people keeps buildings from crushing them that kinda thing#Thena has to be both#proud of him for being such a noble protector of the innocent#and horrified that the little boy who used to cry to her for every little thing is now risking his life on the daily#and now that he's an adult#he realises just how ooey gooey and snuggly and gross his parents really are#he drags himself up the long way to the city like seriously?!!?!#Thena and Gilgamesh are having a romantic candlelit dinner feeding each other grapes#welcome back son have some dinner with your folks
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waafulls · 2 years ago
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I got possessed and made a SL!Lizzie and SL!Jimmy Poem
Do not look for me in the sky
For I am as free as a bird, but do not fly.
As an older sister, it is my purpose, my duty,
To keep you safe from the very things that haunt me.
You might be a canary, stuck in the mines,
But I am forever trapped in my mind.
You dance with joy, you sing with peace,
Knowing I was the one you made your curse cease.
They write poems for you, like I once did for a loved one,
But now I’m trapped in the void, all on my lonesome.
They reap the anger and sadness, from deep in my bones,
Leaving me bare, but happy, yet still alone.
Oh dear sister, though I sing,
I am not free, for clipped at the wing.
They show you gratitude and admire you,
Like how the universe does, too.
You are not alone, anymore, for the curse still reigns,
But at least now we’re stuck together in these dry planes.
The reds, they howl, with all of their might,
About to show the world how they’re willing to fight.
But for now, let's wander, back to a day,
Where we were swimming in the ocean, and laying by the bay.
Those days are long past us, I know this, I do,
But the memories are still fond, especially with you.
“I teased you,” I say, the void carrying the words,
“I know,” I respond, “but we are both birds.”
The canary in the coal mine, stuck down without breath,
The bluejay who flew, taking its protection and left.
We are the same, both birds of a feather,
And by spirit if not blood, we are siblings tethered together.
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sarahwatchesthings · 2 years ago
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Ever since I bought a hollow ceramic Buddha, filled it with small rocks, stuck it up here and taped its ass to the cabinet, he's been trying to figure out how to knock it down. History will show whether or not he succeeds.
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7roaches · 7 months ago
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need adventure time and utmv fans to talk abt betty grof and nightmare sans parallels with
#cool posts#utmv#petrigrof#the adam and eve parallels. the abraham and isaac parallels.#the root of their issues not being able to accept that those who made them feel most loved act in ways they perceive as rejection#something something ‘im safe im whole ive got it under control and i will protect you even if you wont protect me too’#the way no matter they tried to justify the way their loved ones behaved it didnt change that at the end of the day it made them feel like#they (grof & nm) were less of a priority and that they (dream & kov) wouldve prefered to live in ignorance#in ignorance of their beauty (nm&grof) and in ignorance of true hope and desperation#‘ignorance of true hope’ as in an unwillingness to cling to desperation past what is reasonable#and an unwillingness to stop wanting to die after the initial loss and stop treating them like they died forever but yk#THE WAY THEY BOTH HAD COMMUNICATION ISSUES WITH THEIR LOVED ONES THAT COULD HAVE BEEN MILD UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES BUT SOMETHING COMPLET#LY UNPREDICTABLE AND UNAVOIDABLE HAPPENED THAT FUCKED UP THEIR ENTIRE LIVES FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS#also looping back to the unwillingness thing: the way their loved ones both treated them like theyd died and when faced with the fact that#hey didnt they pushed them away and treated them like some kind of evil possessed thing ultimately becoming a self fulfilling prophecy#also dream defenders dont hit me with the ‘he was young he didnt even know 😡’ yes#i know this and i love you and its goinf to be ok#i addressed thay#feel feel to chip in tho. sits politely
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divinitybound · 7 months ago
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etoile ☆ .
thinking abt volos jealousy again. teehee
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nothinggold13 · 2 years ago
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The mom of my emotionally-adopted little bros (the ones I read the books to several years ago) just texted to ask if I’d heard Netflix had hired Greta Gerwig for their Narnia series, and now I’m experiencing Feelings.
I read the books to those boys. Watched the movies with them. Bought them the FotF radio theatre audiobooks ‘just because,’ and the DVDs for Christmas. We read “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe” in a blanket fort, and half of “The Silver Chair” sprawled on the lawn in their backyard. We finished “The Last Battle” right before I moved.
And when Netflix bought the rights, I remember telling them, and asking whether they’d want to watch it themselves or watch it together. (They said together.)
So like....... forgive me for being excited that maybe I’m going to have a new version of these stories to share with them.
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shearlin · 2 years ago
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Inspired by this post by @thatonedragongirl and addition by @bokettochild
I also feel like FD does not completely take control, but is such a strong presence, that it overwhelms the user after a extended / repeated use, to the point of losing a sense of self.
However, I always hc that FD mask is a cursed object and behaves as such. It warps the perception of user, yes, but it also warped the Fierce Deity himself. Just like putting a power of divine in a mortal vessel would never end well for the mortal in question, smushing a god in a tiny piece of wood would not end well for the deity.
I hope you don’t mind a little drabble about this concept about FD influence and my understanding of it.
Fierce Deity was powerful. Was.
It was centuries, millennia ago, when his power was stripped, cramped and forced into a piece of wood, trapping him in a plaything, a mask. A thing to be used like a tool.
But he did not fade like they hoped nor he subdued to their will. He was a god. He lingered, observed, adapted. He would not be defeated that easily.
They took his body and freedom. They wanted to play gods, when they were at war. They made a mistake and paid for it. But it did not end his imprisonment. The cycle continued. Someone found the mask, put it on and then break under his will. Over and again.
But that was a past long gone. His current wielder was different. Treated him with respect and fear like he should. He would not mind a vessel like that. His mind and magic was strong and his spirit was touched with Her divine light. Fierce Deity did not expect the fragile child that found him to become quite the man he is now, but it was only for the better.
Every time the hero put on the mask that hold his power he would whisper his guidance, pour his power into him, making him a true avatar of his might. Fighting like this felt right. Fighting both to protect and destroy. Even if he was not free. He helped when he was called and it was almost enough.
But if he could convince him to leave it on, to let him handle it, that he would take care of it... After all, who was better to wield a power of a god than the divine it belonged to?
It would be easier. It would be painless.
His wielder would not have to be hurt, ever again. Even if the hero thinks he could do it alone. The deity has chosen and laid his claim.
Fierce Deity would never be free. But this is still his. And he'll be damned, like the curse they called him, if he let anyone take it away.
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Time didn’t know what to think of the Fierce Deity mask. It scared him. It sickened him. It drew him in. It gave him strength and power. He needed it.
Putting it on felt... intoxicating. There was nothing - and he meant nothing - that could stop him when he put it on. He could protect everyone like this. His home, his wife, his boys, everyone.
He could also kill everyone like this. After all, Fierce Deity had no reason to hold back. No reason to stop his blade.
And every time he put the cursed mask on, Time could feel he had less and less reason to as well. It was freeing in a sense.
It was terrifying.
He vowed to never put it on unless absolutely necessary. He was long past the time, when he thought he would be able to let it go completely. When he tried to fool himself he had it under control.
One day, the gentle pulls and whispers would turn to shoves and commands that can't be ignored. One day, the overwhelming presence that felt in equal part comforting and threatening, would be too inviting to stop. One day, he would lose himself in the sweet song of power and the rush of never-ending fight.
The worst part? He knew. It was already happening. And yet, there was no way on Farore’s green earth he could let go now. He knew, but he didn't care anymore. He was not sure when he stopped.
There would always be someone stronger that him that endanger everyone. An evil that he would not be enough to defeat. Ganondorf still lives in his Hyrule. Moon was still on the sky, ready to plummet. You just never know when you might need some extra help. So the mask stays in his pouch ready to be used, humming with power both cursed and divine.
Fierce Deity had him in his clutches, marking his face and purring in his mind, promises of easy victory and safety for those he loved.
And Time was terrified how easily it was to accept that as true.
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