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[isabeauwolf]

What's everyone thinking of my Villainess OC Mary/Silver from My Hero Academia? (Art done by @kurumi-igarashi) Thank you again! 🥰 Thank you, Slay for the giveaway! @slayfics I'm still so happy that my girl has come to life! T-T

My Villain Academia/My Hero - Villainess: Mary/Silver!

Kai Chisaki's/ Overhaul's fiance, future wife and Mistress of the Shie Hassaikai 🐦‍⬛🐺🌸

This beautiful and cheerful, plus sized she-wolf isn't a pushover. As the heiress to her own yakuza clan from overseas, she's a skilled assassin; specializes with guns, knives and hand to hand combat.

She is patient and sassy, with a smart mouth. Often gets her into arguments with Shigaraki as his trainer in leadership, and doesn't baby him 🤭 Handyman's got a crush on her.

She will butt heads with Kai every now and then, but she's a devoted spouse for him.

Dabi's obsession with Mary starts out as curiosity, trying to steal her away from her birdman, then the casanova falls for her hard and fast.

Mary's over protective and nurturer nature immediately makes her claim Eri as her own child.

She thinks of Toga as a younger sister and Twice as an older brother; members of her pack.

Villainess name: Silver

Hobbies: reading, baking and cooking

Favorite things: cherry blossoms 🌸 books, cheesecake and pancakes

Dislikes: liars, and thunderstorms

Height: 5'6

Fun fact: Kai gave Mary her cherry blossom necklace as an engagement gift. She never takes it off.

[mimimarvelingmarvel]

time bound part eleven

pairing: worst wolverine!logan howlett x f!mutant!reader

Part Eleven - Masterlist

summary: Y/n’s life takes a dramatic turn when the Time Variance Authority intervenes, pulling her from a critical moment in her timeline. The TVA sends her to the void where she eventually meets with Deadpool and a very familiar face. With Deadpool's universe in the balance, alongside his reluctant would-be pal, Wolverine, and the enigmatic time-bending mutant known as the Veil, the trio must complete the mission and save Deadpool’s world from an existential threat.

overall warnings: 18+, Fem!Reader, AFAB Reader, Use of Y/N, Her X-Men name is Veil, She/her pronouns, Swearing, Angst, Heavy Violence, Character Death, Deadpool (he’s his own warning), Hurt, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, TVA

word count: 2.7k

a/n: longest and saddest chapter x

After we unceremoniously crash-land on a guy named Pete’s KIA he was attempting to sell, the impact crumpling the hood like a tin can, the sound of screeching metal echoes through the air, drowning out the distant city noise. Pete looks delighted to see Wade, something I never thought I would see. Wade gives him a quick recap before we are on the run, following him as he takes us towards the TVA.

As we walk down the bustling street, the chaotic sounds of the city engulf us—honking cars, distant chatter, and the occasional siren blaring in the distance. The air is thick with the smell of street food, a mixture of hot dogs, pretzels, and something sweet like roasted nuts. The vibrant life around me feels surreal, almost too good to be true after months trapped in that nightmarish place, where the only sounds were the howling winds and the distant echoes of something monstrous.

I notice a man in a dishevelled suit barreling toward us, his tie askew, and his face a mask of desperation and fear. Sweat beads on his forehead and his wild eyes lock onto us with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. His nose is broken and I hear Wade giggle beside me, no doubt his doing.

His voice cracks as he shouts, "No, stop, piss off, you’re too late." His voice is tinged with both panic and resignation as if he knows he’s already lost but can’t help fighting against the inevitable.

Logan’s muscles tense, and his voice drops to a growl, deep and menacing like a wolf ready to pounce. His hands curl into fists, the veins in his forearms bulging. "You’re fucking done," he snarls, each word laced with venom.

I glance at the stranger, confusion and wariness gnawing at me. "Who the fuck is this?" I demand, my voice harsher than I intended. The man’s presence feels wrong, like a puzzle piece that doesn’t quite fit.

His face pales further, his voice trembling with the weight of whatever horror he’s seen. “You brought another Veil to this world? She was supposed to stay in the Void.” His eyes dart around.

"Zip it. Why was Thor crying?" Wade cuts in, his tone is light, mocking, but there’s an edge to it.

Paradox’s fear transforms into righteous indignation, his voice rising in a feeble attempt to regain control. “How dare you? No one comes back from The Void.” His hands twitch at his sides, as if he’s debating whether to fight or flee.

Wolverine’s growl deepens, the sound rumbling in his chest like a storm about to break. His eyes narrow, the cold fury in them unmistakable. "Tell that to Cassandra Nolva."

A sudden whirl of light and energy erupts behind us, the air crackling with raw power. I whip around just in time to see Pyro step through a swirling portal, his expression grim, his eyes shadowed with the burden of bad news. “Paradox, we have a problem,” he says, his voice low and urgent, as if he’s trying to contain the disaster that’s about to unfold.

Before anyone can react, Paradox’s neck snaps violently to the side with a sickening crunch, the sound echoing in the still air like a death knell. His body drops like a marionette whose strings have been cut, crumpling to the ground in a lifeless heap, his eyes staring blankly at nothing as Cassandra steps out from the portal, a cold smirk on her lips. Her eyes gleam with a malevolent intelligence, as if she’s always two steps ahead of everyone else.

Cassandra’s voice drips with malice, each word carefully enunciated as if savoring the moment. "Paradox? You tried to kill me."

Paradox’s voice shakes, a pathetic whimper escaping his lips, his once confident demeanor shattered. “I literally have no idea…” His words trail off into a pitiful whisper, his fear tangible in the air. Her hand, pale and elegant, wraps around his brain beneath the skin. “You come for the king, you better kill the king,” she says, her voice a deadly whisper that sends chills down my spine.

Deadpool grins wickedly, his teeth flashing in the dim light. "Oh, welcome to the skull-fuck club, Paradox. You know she doesn’t wash that hand." His tone is mocking.

Cassandra tilts her head, examining the man with detached curiosity, as if he’s nothing more than a specimen under a microscope. "Oh, what’s this? A Time-Ripper, you naughty boy," she murmurs, her voice a mixture of amusement and disdain.

"Oh no, we’re on it. We’re gonna head down and dismantle that thing now. We got you, boo; you just keep playing those keys." Wade flashes a playful wink.

Cassandra’s eyes narrow, a dangerous gleam in them as she steps closer, her presence suffocating. "I don’t want to destroy it. I want to use it." Her voice is laced with greed, a hunger for power that sends a jolt of fear through me.

My heart clenches in my chest as Cassandra’s gaze locks onto me, her power reaching out, invisible but suffocating. I gasp as I’m yanked off my feet, the force of her magic slamming me back into Logan’s chest. The impact is brutal, knocking the air from my lungs and sending us both crashing through a bakery window. The glass shatters around us, sharp shards slicing through the air like deadly confetti. The scent of fresh bread and sugar mingles with the coppery tang of blood, creating a nauseating cocktail that makes my head spin.

The impact knocks the wind out of me, and I struggle to breathe, my lungs burning as I gasp for air. Dust and debris swirl around us, and I manage to whisper, "Fuck," as I roll off Logan, wincing at the pain radiating through my body. My skin stings where the glass has cut me, and I can feel warm blood trickling down my arms and face.

Wade shakes off the dust, standing up with a grimace, his usual cocky swagger subdued. "You okay, Pumpkin?" he asks, his tone surprisingly gentle, concern flickering in his eyes.

I grunt, forcing myself to stand on shaky legs, every muscle screaming in protest. "Never better." My voice is hoarse, and I can feel the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me, but I push it aside. My eyes scan the chaotic scene outside, where people are running in every direction, their screams of terror echoing off the buildings. "I’m going to go stop her."

Logan tries to grab me, his fingers grazing my arm, but Wade holds him back, a rare seriousness in his eyes. "We’ve got other problems to deal with, buddy. Pumpkin’s got this, our little time ripper." He glances at me, a knowing look crossing his face, his expression almost… proud? "Oops—spoilers." He says to some unknown thing in the distance.

I shrug him off, giving Logan one last look, a silent plea in my eyes, before jogging toward the subway entrance. The stairs are steep and narrow, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead, casting everything in a sickly yellow hue. The tunnel is dark, the air heavy with the scent of metal and something more sinister, something that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. As I descend deeper, the sounds of the city fade away, replaced by the ominous hum of the machines below.

Paradox sits in a chair in the control room, his hands gripping the armrests so tightly his knuckles are white. His face is a mask of terror, his eyes wide and unblinking as he watches the screens in front of him.

"You dumb shit," I seethe, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him to face me. His eyes are wide, filled with the kind of fear that only comes when you realize you’ve truly fucked up. "What have you done?" My voice

I look up at the machines, their screens flashing erratically as Cassandra wreaks havoc on the timelines. Each beep and whirr of the machinery seems to punctuate the gravity of the situation, the digital displays a chaotic dance of numbers and warnings. “She’s going to destroy the whole existence of timelines until just the Void remains,” He says, his face pale and trembling.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my voice barely above a breath.

“You can stop her.” I look to him, hopeful. “That’s what’s so dangerous about you, but if you do that, you’ll die.” The weight of his words hits me like a physical blow. My heart pounds in my chest, and I stare into his eyes, searching for some hint of hope or another solution.

“You idiots didn’t make a failsafe?” My voice is sharp with frustration and fear.

Paradox nods, his eyes wide with terror. “But she’s the closest one to it. This is the only way.”

I shiver as the realization sinks in. The thought of my own death is a cold, hard reality that shakes me to my core. If I do this, I’m gone. But if I don’t, everyone else dies. My mind races with the enormity of the choice before me.

“Tell me what I have to do.”

Paradox, trembling, presses a small button on a console. A video screen flickers to life, displaying a grainy, distorted image of the control systems. “You have to bridge the gap between the two feeds of matter and anti-matter. It will implode the time ripper, killing Cassandra… and you.”

My breath catches in my throat, a shaky exhale escaping my lips. “If you see Logan, tell him I’m sorry.” I step away, my legs feeling heavy and leaden. “Where is it?”

He points shakily toward the lower levels. I nod, turning toward the stairs, each step feeling like a mile as I make my way to the feeder room. The weight of the impending sacrifice presses down on me, and I try to steady my shaking hands. My heart races as I think of the life I’m leaving behind, the people I’m leaving behind.

As I descend, the cool, musty air of the stairwell wraps around me, each step echoing in the silence. I can feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, memories flashing before me. The joyous moments, the regrets, and the lingering fear of leaving Logan behind. The thought of not having a legacy, of leaving without making a mark, terrifies me.

At the bottom of the stairs, a long hallway stretches out before me, lit by flickering lights that cast eerie shadows on the walls. I pause at the end, my gaze fixed on the door ahead. The lights behind the glass window flicker and pulse, mirroring the turmoil within me. I take a step forward, but my knee buckles, and I hit the ground, a vision of blinding white light assaulting my eyes. The intensity of it nearly overwhelms me, but it fades as quickly as it came.

I try to sit up, my body trembling with fear. I need to do this. I force myself to stand, my hand reaching for the door. Just as I’m about to push it open, a voice echoes down the hallway, stopping me in my tracks.

I hear my name cut through the tension like a blade. “Y/N!”

My heart leaps into my throat, a jolt of adrenaline making me spin around. Logan is rushing toward me, his face a storm of fear and determination. His eyes, usually so controlled, are wide with panic and desperation. Behind him, Wade follows, his usual irreverent demeanor replaced by a rare, somber resolve.

“What are you doing?” Logan's voice is a mix of terror and disbelief, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my resolve waver.

“It has to be me.” I tell him, standing my ground.

Logan’s expression morphs into one of resolute defiance. “No, I won’t let you die. I’ll do it.”

Deadpool’s voice slices through the tension, his usual levity gone, replaced by an uncharacteristic seriousness. “No can do, Peanut. It’s gotta be me.”

Logan’s confusion is immediate, his brow furrowing deeply. “What?”

Deadpool’s gaze drops, his face revealing a rare moment of vulnerability. “You didn’t ask for any of this. You were right. I lied. I lied right to your face. Just to get you to help me. You did.”

Logan’s eyes dart between Deadpool and me, filled with frantic desperation. “You didn’t lie. You made an educated wish. You got a whole world to go back to.”

His gaze settles back on me, filled with a raw, unspoken plea. “I would never let you leave me in a world without you again. I got nothing without you, so give me this.”

I shake my head slowly, tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to spill over. Logan’s movement toward the door is resolute, but the sight of his anguished expression tears at my heart. I cry harder, my sobs echoing down the narrow hallway.

Deadpool steps closer, his face lined with a rare gravity. “I waited a long time for this team-up. And you know something? You’re the best Wolverine.”

The sincerity in his voice is a stark contrast to his usual banter, and it shatters my resolve. I look at Wade, my vision blurring with tears.

Logan freezes, his body paralyzed by my powers, a look of helpless frustration etched deeply into his features. Wade stands still beside me, his eyes filled with unspoken sorrow, a silent acknowledgment of the inevitability of my choice.

“Y/N? What are you doing?”

I force myself to push down my tears, my voice trembling as I answer. “I’m doing the right thing.”

I walk past them, the effort to stop me almost tangible, their emotions reaching out like a desperate plea. I reach the door, the cold metal handle biting into my hand as I pull it open, stepping inside. The door slams shut behind me with a finality that reverberates through the hallway, their desperate shouts muffled by the thick, reinforced walls.

Logan’s roar of frustration is visceral, the impact of his body slamming into the door sending a shudder through the corridor.

“Open the door!” He screams.

“I can’t, Logan. You know it has to be me. I couldn’t save them, but I can save you.” I hold a hand up to the glass.

Logan’s voice cracks, the raw emotion evident. “Why are you fucking doing this?”

“Because I love you.” I finally admit, my heart cracking at the weight of my confession.

Logan’s response is a choked, pained cry, tears streaking down his cheeks as he pounds on the door again. His anguish is palpable, each strike against the door a testament to his heartbreak.

“You fucking idiot.”

Deadpool’s voice is strained, filled with uncharacteristic desperation. “Pumpkin? Don’t do this.”

“I love you.” I tell him again.

Logan’s voice softens, a heartbreaking admission. “I love you too.”

A sad smile tugs at my lips as I hear his final words, knowing they’re the last I’ll hear from him. “That’s all I needed to hear to know I’m doing the right thing.”

I turn away from the door, my resolve solidifying as I move toward the center of the bridge. The matter and anti-matter streams twist and writhe with chaotic energy, their raw power casting erratic shadows across the room. Cassandra stands above, the time ripper in her control, her silhouette a dark, menacing figure against the flickering lights.

I reach out, gripping the matter stream first. The metal is cold and unyielding, but as my hands close around it, blue lightning crackles up my arms. The strain is immense, and I grit my teeth as I pull the stream toward the anti-matter, the effort causing my body to shake violently. The raw power surges through me like a tempest, each pulse of energy a painful reminder of the cost of my choice.

I barely graze the anti-matter before finally getting a firm grip on it. The contact sends a jolt of searing agony through my body, and I cry out, the pain almost unbearable. The lights above flicker wildly, their erratic dance mirroring the tumultuous energy converging within me. The pounding on the door fades into a distant echo, Logan and Wade’s voices reduced to frantic, muffled pleas.

As the matter and anti-matter streams converge within me, a blinding white light envelops me, consuming everything in its intensity. My vision fades to a blur of white, the world dissolving around me, until finally—black.

Next Part

A/N: angst.

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[bbgghost]

lot to love: chapter 2

blurb: you are the nineteen year old, younger, mutant sister of Mystique. you go to Professor X's school and have been since you were young. slow burn with wolverine ♡♡♡

a.n. feel free to leave suggestions in my asks box. also! can we talk about how difficult it is to find the perfect pinterest photo for your fics!!! anyways the slow burning is staring to burn kind of in this one. also i'm so shocked everyone liked the last one, i hope this one was as good as the last one! anyways enjoy!

c.w. smoking! reference to the reader being anxious/nervous, age-gap (cos logan is literally like 200) but theirs not too much they do lol, i don't mention too much about the looks of the reader but in the last chapter there was reference to the hair colour!

masterlist | tags: @white-wolf-buckaroo

You scribbled down the notes that the Professor had recommended the class right down. Biting your lip, you questioned if you would ever look back at these notes, but chose to ignore the thought. Once finished you doodled in the margains of the paper, noticing a pattern of hearts trailing down the side of the page. “Alright everyone.” started the Professor, “It’s 12:04, class is dismissed.”

Almost immediately everyone began closing their folders and sliding their readings into them. “Y/N, I’d like you to stay after class with me. Just for a moment.” You made brief eye contact with Marie and Bobby, before grabbing your stuff and slowly walking to the front of the class. As Marie passed you, she touched your hand, “I’ll see you at lunch?” she whispered. You nodded in response.

It was only after all the other students had left that the Professor had begun talking. "Sit down , my dear." He spoke kindly. You obeyed and sat in a leather bound chair that was shockingly not too worn with age. "As you may know, we are still looking to find Magneto." He began, you nodded hestantily. "I think that you have been doing outstanding in lots of your training recently. Storm agrees with me."

"Thank you sir." He merely smiled in response. "I want you to go on the next mission." Your eyes immediately widened when you heard this. "Don't worry, its nothing to serious. You won't be fighting any Class 5 Mutants or preventing a presidential assassination." He laughed. "You just need to get some government files, you're the best person for this job. You just need to pretend to be this man." As he said his last sentence he slid an open file to you.

You slowly grabbed the paper file, and stared into the eyes of an average looking man. You quickly changed into what you saw him to look like. "And for the voice, here's a recording." The professor smiled before playing a recording on some gadget you'd never seen before. "Seth Johnson, Assistant Director of Case Management." The voice spoke. "Thank you, Professor." You said in the mans voice. He laughed softy before speaking again, "you'll be accompanied by Ororo and Logan. We'll have a quick brief before the mission tomorrow."

You nodded and thanked him. Quickly transforming to your normal self, you exited the room swiftly.

"I mean, I guess you are the oldest of our class." Pyro said. You nodded, biting your lip anxiously. "You don't have to be nervous, you know. Logan's basically invincible and Storm's like your mother." Marie spoke, attempting to comfort you. You took a deep breath and smiled gratefully at her. "Yeah. You're right." You said quietly. "I think I'm just going to go to bed." Your friends smiled at you as you stepped out of the bench.

Pulling down the sleeves of your shirt over you thumb, you walked out into the silent hallway and up the many staircases that lead to your dorm room. Once you reached your room, you walked in and immediately went into the draw within the side-table next to your bed. Reaching you hand in, you grabbed a plastic-wrapped pack of pads and reached inbetween a couple of them. You retrieved what could be seen as pure gold to a teenager like you.

In your hand sat a half-empty pack of Parliament ciggarettes and a small pink Bic lighter. You put on your favourite oversized grey hooded jumper, and stuffed the contraband into the waistband of your jeans. You closed any open blinds and slowly stepped out of you room. Checking nobody would see you, you quietly stepped down the stairs and out the side exit of the building. Once outside, you made your normal route towards the fountain. It was so peaceful outside, the light wind helping calm your nerves.

You sat on a cold stone bench and pulled out a cigarette with your lighter. You cupped your hand around the tip as you lit it, and breathed in not too deeply. Exhaling with a sigh you digged you worn shoes into the gravel that rested over the patterend stones. You brought the cig back to your mouth breathing in deeper this time, and breathing out.

You repeated this for moments on end, in the moonlight-lit gardens that were so perfectly crafted. You let yourself forget about your anxieties, even if just for a moment. You hoped that the Professor wasn't going to choose you to have your mind read tonight. You'd been lucky enough for him not to catch you, or if he did he was ignoring it. Maybe he thought you would grow out of the habit.

"What are you doing kid?" A familiair voiced growled. Quickly transforming into Scot you turned around and gulped. "Who do you think you're calling kid, huh?" You said, attempting to fool him. Logan raised his eyebrow and walked closer to you. He had on a similar grey zip-up, except his had the X-men logo on it. "C'mon, don't play with me." He grabbed the ciggarete out of your hand and took a puff of it. "Tastes a bit too much like lipgloss to be Scot's." He remarked.

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest before turning back to your normal self. "You nervous about tomorrow?" He asked, sitting next to you. You hummed. It was so weird how he knew exactly what you were feeling. What could he smell it on you? Honestly, with your heart beat going so fast all the time, he probably could. "You'll be right. You can hold your own, kid." He said, attempting to be comforting. Granted, he hadn't ever really needed to do this before, so he had no idea if he was helping.

"Yeah, true." You responded. You stared at the ground again, and awkwardly played with your nails. "There you go." He huffed, handing you back the ciggarette. You tried your best not to rush to put it to your mouth, but still this might have been the closest you would ever get to kissing him. Wrapping your lips around it, you tasted a hint of his breath. It was comforting. He watched you for a bit before reaching into his own pocket of his grey jacket.

He pulled out a freshly cut cigar, and put it between his lips. Before he could get his own lighter, you grabbed yours out of your lap and lifted it to the tip of his. The flick of the light was the only sound besides your soft breathing around the cig that still rested in your mouth. The light illuminated his face, showing the age that wore around his eyes and cheeks. He puffed a bit around the cigar, before pulling it from his mouth. "You shouldn't smoke..." He grumbled. " 's a bad habit."

You smiled a little before taking the stick out of your mouth. "Thanks for the advice gramps." You said slyly, he smirked at you and let out a laugh. "How old do you think I am, huh?" He asked, humourosly. "I don't know... like 30?" You shrugged. He laughed and you blinked at him, mildly confused. "Kid, I'm over 200." He looked at you, anticipating your response.

"Oh." You just stared at him, wide eyes like a dear in headlights. "Don't be too shocked." He joked. "Sorry, I just..." You said, the thought dying in your throat. He grabbed the cig out from between his fingers and stubbed it on the palm of his hand. "Oh my god!" You exclaimed, thinking he's crazy. You hand rushed to hold his palm. Looking at the wound you noticed the skin closing over it. He was healing a wound that would've taken months for a normal person in seconds.

"You're regenerative." You breathed out. He smirked at you and tossed the now stubbed out ciggarete on the ground before crushing it under his boot. What a waste. "Okay kid. That's enough it's getting late." He said flicking his wrist, looking at his watch. You looked up to the school and saw that most of the lights were out. He stood up and grabbed your arm to help you up. "Thanks for...this." You whispered. He just nodded and let go of you to walk infront of you.

[prettyboypistol]

TF2 x M!Reader|| How The Mercs Get Jealous!

You and the merc have just started dating, and have kinda kept it on the down low for the time being. While at a neutral zone bar, the Scout from the opposite tram decides to try and shoot his shot with you.

No dadspy.

Scout

He already doesn't like the fact that he is at a bar where BLU is drinking at, even if it was a neutral day! But what really got to him was how blatantly his (obviously inferior, duh!)counterpart started hitting on you! First it was a shot that he covered, then it was a joke that made you laugh a little too loudly. Jeremy bit the inside of his cheek and got between you two rather quickly.

"Hey. Back off freak! Like he'd ever want some knockoff, halfwit, loser lookin' Scout like you!"

You couldn't help but choke back a laugh as the BLU Scout gave Jeremy a once over, then backed away with a sneering of something under his breath.

"Hey, whaddya say!? Say it to my face, punk!" Jeremy shouted. Before he got up from his spot next to you to beat the BLU's face in, you put a hand on his shoulder.

"Jer, please. Like you said, why would I want a knockoff over the #1?"

Jeremy turned to you with a look of confidence- but you knew him well enough to know that he was clearly hiding a but of insecurity.

"You're my Scout." You assured sweetly, "accidentally" brushing your hand against his. That seemed to put his spirits back up.

Soldier

"NOW YOU LISTEN HERE, SON! THIS MAN RIGHT HERE IS RED PROPERTY! IF YOUR SCUMMY BLU HANDS EVEN TOUCH HIM, YOU'LL WISH SOONER THAT YOU TRIED FOR OUR INTELLIGENCE!"

Scout gave you both a weird look and backed off, hands up in a sign of defensiveness. You nudged Soldier's shoulder before quickly whispering in his ear.

"Solly! You're gonna get us to lose bar privileges this week!" You remind him, rather sternly. It had been a while since you had socialized in a neutral zone, after all!

"Why? That Scout was clearly looking to upset the neutral agreement!"

"He asked me about weather probabilities to see if he was going to have to fight in the rain tomorrow! We broke BLUS weather detection, remember?"

"Hmph! Sounds like worming his way into our intelligence! You're lucky I was here to stop him, private!"

You rolled your eyes with a tired smile as you went back to your drink, but felt the hot breath of Soldier in your ear as he bent over you to whisper.

"I caught him making eyes at you and I didn't like it. I don't trust him."

Aww, you couldn't help but find that sweet.

Pyro

You know that one scene from the comics where Pyro cuts a goddam bear in half? Yeah, same thing here. They see you and Scout at the bar, just casually chatting, then when you turn away, the Scout bites his lip and looks at your ass blatantly. To Pyro, Scout morphed into a big, bad wolf. You? You sprouted cute little sheep ears! Pyro wasn't about to let the cute little sheep get eaten, so they lunged at the Scout out of nowhere, the only thing that stopped them from decapitating the poor guy was you swiping the axe from Pyro's hands at the last second.

You profusely apologize to the Scout as you pull Pyro off of him and whisk yourself and your partner away to one of the more quiet corners. You hold Pyro by the hands and direct them to breathe. Once, twice, and a third time, before you let them start to explain themselves.

Once the situation was explained, you kissed their forehead and nodded in sympathy. You knew your partner thought you were in danger, and hell- you would do the same if you saw Pyro in danger they didn't notice! Nonetheless, you thanked Pyro for the protection and talked them down from their worries. You asked your Engineer to explain the situation to the enemy Scout, who refuses to even look at you again.

"Thank you for protecting me, that means a lot that your first instinct was to look out for my safety."

Pyro nodded and pulled you into a hug. They were just worried for you! They knew that there wasn't a good chance that the danger was real- but Pyro was not about to take that chance. Not after they had lost that gamble before.

Demoman

He slammed his hand down between the both of you as Scout leaned in for a whispering in your ear and announced a drinking contest. Whoever lost had to pay the tab! Yeah, the RED Scout was annoyed, but noreso at your blatant advantage! Demoman probably had your insane Medic sew him an auto-recovery from alcohol! That wasn't fair!

So, you and Scout decided to pace yourselves against each other, with Demoman as the judge. As the flirtatious tension morphed into that of competition, Demoman seemed to smile proudly at his work. He didn't mind if people lusted after you- that was a compliment to the fact that he snagged you first! It was only an issue when you didn't notice. That's when he felt he had to intervene.

You had scraped the win by a hair. While you clearly had a lower tolerance than the Scout, you had remembered a few tips and tricks to keep your wits about you longer that the judge himself had taught you! Although, there was no satisfaction of RED paying your tab, as you both had forgotten that the night out was a Mann Co. Sponsored event.

The next morning, Demoman tended to you extra sweet with little possessive nicknames such as "My boy", "my champ", and "Blu's finest". He never mentioned why, though, so you assumed that it was to apologize for the wicked hangover you had.

Engineer

He sits back and watches, but not without ill intent. No, this man plotted that little twig's demise at least 10 times in his head as you two sat a little too close together, as you two got so lost in conversation that you switched beers by accident, how you two seemed to get on a little too well. In fact, Dell had only realized that he was stewing when his mechanical arm cracked off a bit of the table that he had been grasping for dear life.

The noise certainly got both of your attentions, and if it didn't, then the loud curse in a familiar southern accent did. Engue usually kept an air of politeness about him, so you automatically knew something was up as he walked- or rather stormed up to the two of you.

He greeted the Scout with a forced and sickly sweet smile, and he introduced himself quickly before he asked to steal you away for all but a moment. You excused yourself quickly and followed Engie to the bathrooms, where your boyfriend started rambling things you couldn't quite hear. All youu knew was that whatever it was, it wasn't pleasant and it was all directed at that Scout.

"Dell, what's going on? Did that Scout fuck with one of your sentries?"

"No, no. I-" Dell took a moment to compose himself before he spoke again. "No doll, he was making googoo eyes at you, and I don't think I appreciated that kinda disrespect."

You nod, with a hum of acknowledgement. Now that you thought about it, he was acting rather familiar...

"Sorry, I guess I didn't realize how close we were while it was happening. Do you want me to steer clear of him for the night?"

"Well-" Dell said, clearly wanting to say yes. "You're your own man, I don't wanna step on your toes or nothin, it's just that- he uh, he's got some bad intentions with you. I can tell."

You smile sweetly as you give your boyfriend a gentle kiss. "I'd much rather spend the night with you, anyways."

Heavy

Scout barely had the time to get a word out to you as your Heavy scooped you up in a seemingly sudden victory cheer. In one of his hands was a drink, so you assumed that your boyfriend had wanted to congratulate you on something that you had done recently to impress him.

"Tiny man! Come here, I have gift for you for being best teammate!" Heavy announced as he brought you over to a booth and started speaking to you in Russian. Yeah, you could swing your way around Russian well enough to understand certain words. You could make out "no", "bad", and "dangerous" vaguely, but the body language made more sense to you. Heavy didn't trust that Scout too well. He seemed fine with you talking to the RED Engineer, but not the Scout?

"What's wrong?"

Heavy kept his voice low and quiet, for your ears only.

"Scout wanted to make sex with you. Look at his eyes." He muttered with a quick glance to the lithe man. He was more built than your scout, speckled with more freckles and dark blue eyes instead of your Scout's light blue eyes.

"I'd smash his head in if he made a move on me, I promise." You assured your boyfriend sweetly, a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"No no, I will bash his little brains in." Heavy assured.

Sniper

Stalks both of you like a shadow. He allowed Scout to buy you a drink, he allowed him to entertain his boyfriend, hell- he even allowed Scout to put his hand on his boyfriend's shoulder! With a downing of beer, a fast and powerful dart knocked Scout's hat off his head and pinned it to the wall. The look Sniper gave nearly made the Scout drop dead from the venom.

"Missed."

Scout knew damn well that he missed his head, not the dart board. Scout nodded you a quick good evening and scampered back to his team as Sniper looked to the outside. He just wanted to talk, in private.

As soon as you followed Sniper out of the bar, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into the alleyway, pressing you up against the cold brick wall as Sniper kissed you deeply.

You were only given a small moment to breathe as Sniper leaned close to your ear. "Don't you ever let someone touch my boyfriend again, got it?"

"God, you're hot when you're jealous."

"I'll drag you back to my camper if you keep misbehaving." Sniper 'threatened', smiling far too excitedly to be angry at the idea. You took your opportunity to grab him by the wrist and drag him to his van.

Spy

He found it funny and cute in a way, how the RED Scout tried to hit on you. A young man with laughable experience tried to charm a man who had the best of the best that gave him attention? Spy had nothing to worry about. Although, the accepting of the invitation to dance drunkenly made his stomach turn sour. You and Scout laughed and stumbled around each other haphazardly, moreso slapstick joking rather than dancing. At least Scout kept his hands to himself.

Scout started to ask you genuine questions over a calming drink, and that is where Spy snapped. He sauntered over to you with a look of importance as he tapped you on the shoulder.

"Ah, I must steal you away. Miss Pauling had an important message for you." Spy whispered into your ear, his eyes glared with a gloating essence at Scout.

"Well, I'll catch you later, okay?" You smile sweetly to Scout, who waved you goodbye as Spy whisked you away to the other side of the bar before he cloaked himself as he pressed you against the wall. His body was flush against yours, with his hot breath on your neck.

"So, younger men catch your eye? I can be him for a night, if you're curious?" Spy hummed, as you practically heard the Cheshire grin of teasing in his whispered tone as you blushed red. At least you could blame it on the booze.

"No Spy, he's just an old friend. Coincidence that we both work at Mann Co." You whisper back as Spy worked his hands over your body, brazenly groping your chest, legs, and ass while he remained unseen.

Medic

Medic watched as the RED Scout performed a silly little knife trick to impress you, and Medic knew exactly what he was doing. Scout was a puffed up bird, trying to gain your interest. Really, even Archemedes had more of a pretty routine than Scout did! In fact, Medic approached you, with Archmedes on his finger to lure you away from the failed suitor.

As you cooed and doted on the dove, Medic shot Scout a scarily smug look as you were completely distracted with the bird that absolutely loved your affections.

"You know, you're the only one Archemedes ever loved for affection from! Well, aside from me of course! I think he's got a little crush on you!"

You giggle, scratching behind the dove's head with little kisses to his soft feathers. "Ah yes, the bird love of my life. He's so caring. I'd be a housewife for him!" You teased to Medic with a little wink. "He's almost as jealous as you, with how he puffs up when I kiss you."

"You have two jealous men vying for your affection, whoever will you choose?" Medic hummed dramatically.

"Well, Archemedes would never take blood samples to see if we are biologically compatible."

"That was only once!"

[pochipop]

＃GENSHIN IMPACT !! ♡ — A LONELY WOLF HOWLS AT THE DRUNKEN MOON (DILUC X READER).

#. synopsis! — you spend your days sorting out conflicts as a negotiator, but nothing could have prepared you for the bad blood between your dearest childhood friends. diluc says a lot of things he doesn't mean, —but also says a lot of things he does .

#. characters! — diluc .

#. warnings! — angst, mentions of the canon death of a loved one, family issues, explicit depictions of arguments .

#. word count! — 3.9k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

When this journey began, you’d been expecting a lot of things, —mostly Kaeya and Diluc bickering back and forth, the younger instigating petty verbal spats only for the older to snap back after a while of disinterested replies. You’d even been anticipating a night or two of awkward sleeping arrangements, folding in on yourself in hopes of keeping your distance from each of them, as if you hadn’t sought their warmth as your protectors in your youth.

But you’re not a little kid anymore, and the two young men at your side are no longer your closest friends. Your nights aren’t spent telling silly ghost stories under cozy blankets in the bedrooms of Dawn Winery’s manor. Nowadays, Kaeya shows off on the battlefield, glints of bloodlust in his visible eye, rather than climbing trees in your backyard until slivers of fear began to prick at his feet and the best option was simply to climb back down. Diluc, on the other hand, doesn’t show off much at all. He works alone, his head held high and his walls higher, —keeping everyone out, because he’ll never be able to tell where the next betrayal is coming from.

You like to think you haven’t lost all of your childlike wonder and spark. At least, not to the extent of either of them; one who bears a Cryo Vision and yet burns with guilt and shame, and the other who wields a Pyro Vision, but has frozen himself to the bone just to keep others away.

As a so-called negotiator, employed by the Adventurers Guild to deal with a variety of issues that often stem from conflicts and misunderstandings, it feels disgraceful that you’d be incapable of playing peacekeeper between the two of them. But your skills feel years beyond rusted as you stand with them, seeking refuge from a ruthless storm in an old, abandoned hilichurl camp. It had rolled in from far away, taking all three of you by surprise. Abandoning your uncovered wagon with minimal supplies to manage through a few days' journey was the only viable option as the wind began to whip loose branches from trees and lightweight rocks and pebbles from the ground.

Even in such horrid weather, thieves offered no breaks from their crime. They snatched away your wagon’s contents, in spite of it having been hidden away in the trees. You can’t help but wonder how long they’d been tailing the three of you from the city. . .

Beyond that, you wonder why fate has decided to be so cruel to you. Diluc was a distant assistant of the Knights of Favonius these days, only offering help when it was completely necessary. Why he chose to take charge of this mission is beyond you, and why Kaeya decided to join at the last minute, you’ll never understand. Especially now that all they’ve done is largely overlook your existence in order to get petty digs in at one another.

They’d managed to complicate what was supposed to be a simple trip to Liyue Harbor to settle an even simpler dispute.

“Hey, Master Diluc,” Kaeya calls out, tone condescending, “mind giving us a hand over here?”

The redhead spares his brother an agitated glance, nearly throwing daggers with his tongue before his gaze came to rest on you. . . You’re just as sweet looking as he remembers. There’s always been something so innocent and warm swimming in your eyes, as if your full well of kindness has overflown and pooled right into your stare. For your sake, Diluc swallows his not-so-kind words and makes little show of lighting the fire between yourself and Kaeya, who offers no thanks.

“You should sit down,” you say to Diluc softly, moving off to the side to let him rest before the newly lit fire. “You’re dripping wet.”

“I’m fine—” he begins roughly, but stops himself immediately when you flinch at the harshness of his tone.

He hadn’t meant for it to come out like that. A deep breath in, and he tries again, gentler this time.

“I’m alright,” he corrects, but offers no apology for startling you just before. “A little rain never hurt anyone.”

If both of you had been younger and these past few years had never happened, you’d have been quick to question his liberal usage of a little. It’s pouring, maybe more than you’ve ever seen it, and lightning slits the sky ruefully as thunder booms from the heavens.

“Don’t be so cold,” Kaeya chides, and takes pleasure in doing so, “I’m the one with the Cryo Vision.”

“You’re also the one who doesn’t know when to keep his crooked nose out of other people’s affairs,” Diluc answers bluntly, a sharp edge to his voice.

“Crooked?” The younger questions, ignoring Diluc’s blow to his character in lieu of the cosmetic insult.

“Enough,” you insert yourself tiredly, “now’s not the time to be arguing.”

Archons. How had this come to pass? It was bad enough that the two of them had found themselves on the same mission, —but for you to be here as well? Talk about bad luck. Maybe all those times of patching Bennett up after unfortunate circumstances got the better of him has made his fate rub off on you. . .

Neither of the brothers apologize for their actions, but you hadn’t been expecting it anyway. You’d have been more surprised if they did, actually.

“Fine,” Kaeya shrugs, “let’s change the subject then while the soup heats up.”

You take that as your cue to scrape some poorly sliced veggies into an old hilichurl pot that Diluc had placed for a crude wash in the rain. It’s set to be rudimentary at best, but your hope is that the mint leaves you managed to gather along the way will add enough of a flavor contrast to make it edible at the very least. Your choice of fancy ingredients was well beyond diluted, and whatever you managed to scrounge up from the wreckage of this hilichurl camp is as good as it’s going to get. Beggars truly cannot be choosers, especially in situations such as this.

“It’s been a while since I’ve spoken to you, y/n,” Kaeya notes. “How’ve you been fairing?”

“I’ve been well,” you answer, only paying him a fraction of your attention. “You’d know that if you ever bothered to read any of my letters.”

His face drops for a moment, confident facade staggering in the shadow of your newfound shortness. He knows you’re right, and Kaeya can’t blame you for being upset. It wasn’t his intention to lose sight of you, but somewhere along the line between that fateful stormy night, the dissolvement of his relationship with Diluc, and his subsequent promotion to Cavalry Captain. . . His fondness for you had been lost to the wind. He got your letters, would sit them aside for later, —and then later would never come. Eventually, he’d lose those letters too amongst the towers of paperwork on his cluttered desk. 

“You wrote to him?” Diluc pipes up, sounding all too casual for the ache that lingers in his heart.

He hadn’t received any letters from you. . . Not one. Not a single message, short or long, —just nothingness, like throwing flames into a limitless void. Why Kaeya, the one who hadn’t even bothered to answer? Why couldn’t Diluc even be your second choice?

“Just. . . Just a handful of times,” you say softly. “I never heard back, so I stopped writing.”

Kaeya opens his mouth, maybe to explain, maybe to make things infinitely worse for himself, but Diluc beats him to the punch.

“You know I would have answered you,” he tells you. “It’s been forever since the last time we spoke, —don’t you think it would have been nice to hear from you? Just to say hello?”

Now, you’ve found yourself in Kaeya’s shoes; stuck between a rock and a hard place. There’s no appropriate excuse as to why you never chose to reach out to Diluc, you just. . . Didn’t. In the same way Kaeya never wrote you back, you never wrote to Diluc at all. But Kaeya did.

“It’s not like you can shove all the blame off on other people,” Kaeya interjects, tone laced with a seriousness you don’t often hear from him. “You’re hardly easy to approach these days. You’ve practically holed yourself up and away, wallowing in your own self-pity.”

“Kaeya, that’s a little much, don’t you think—” you start, but Diluc is quick on the attack, speaking over you and then over the thunder that resounds through the atmosphere.

“As if you’re any better,” the redhead scoffs, “I don’t need to be patronized by someone like you. You talk to everyone, but you don’t have any real connections. Your secrecy forces everyone away eventually, and when you wind up alone again, I hope you remember that you’ve done it all to yourself, Kaeya.”

“You don’t mean that—” you say, eyes widening and heart dropping low into the pit of your stomach.

“Oh, and you’re wishing that on me so you feel less alone about living that way now?” The younger male retorts.

Of all the years you’ve known the both of them and of all the times you’ve seen them argue, none of it has ever amounted to something like this. Their voices are dangerously low, as if the misty grey indifference of passive aggression has clouded their judgements, leaving them void of everything except simmering rage for one another.

“What, so now I’m not even entitled to choose how I get to grieve?” Diluc accuses.

“Nobody even said that,” Kaeya bites back in return. “There you go, twisting people’s words again so you feel better about villainizing them.”

“I don’t need to villainize you, —you do a good enough job of that all by yourself.”

“Guys—”

“I could say the same to you,” Kaeya scoffs. “Pushing everyone away because you’re too scared to make connections, running off for so long just to come back a completely different person, abandoning everyone who ever cared enough about you to take your burdens for themselves.”

“Oh, and you think you fall under that category somehow?” Diluc demands. “As if you weren’t the one who’d been lying the entire time, keeping Celestia knows how many secrets from everyone? I know you’re the Cavalry Captain now Kaeya, but don’t be such an arrogant fool. Get off your high horse and come join the rest of us in reality.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” Kaeya all but snarls. “All you’ve done since that night is run away, —from your duties, from your family, from the nation you claim to love so much. And you know what I think, Diluc?”

“I really couldn’t care less what you think, Kaeya—”

“I think you’re the one who needs to come down off your high horse. You weren’t the only one who got hurt that night, but you mope around like there’s nobody in the world who shares your burdens! You’re not special. You’re not the only one who lost someone!”

“He was my father!” Diluc says, right on the cusp of shouting over the pouring rain that pummels against the roof of the hilichurl hut.

“He was my father too, dammit!” Kaeya yells, the flat of his palm slamming against the dampened dirt. “But I didn't just lose him, —I lost you too.”

The elder male is visibly stunned by that assertion, unable to form words in reply. Kaeya doesn't wait for a response, good or bad. Ungracefully, he pulls himself to his feet and storms off into the rain, and despite your protests, he doesn't look back. You suppose he's back to pretending like you never existed.

Silence reigns between you and Diluc for a short while. When you make the first move, parting your lips to say his name softly, he's quick to cut you off in a small, sad voice.

"Why didn't you write to me?" He questions. "Why didn't you ever come see me? You knew I'd returned, and you still didn't come."

Though his words are accusatory, he doesn't sound particularly angry. If anything, Diluc just sounds hurt. 

"I. . ." you begin, knowing nothing you can possibly say will make this any better. "I just didn't think you'd want to hear from me."

His stare is blank, as if he isn’t sure what to make of your admission. He opens his mouth to speak, but just as quickly closes it again, swallowing the words down to dilute their harshness. Maybe Kaeya was right, he thinks to himself. Maybe I’ve pushed everyone so far away that I’ve alienated myself completely.

If that’s the case, he notes soon after, then I have no one to blame but myself. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologize genuinely, interrupting his spiral of thought.

Diluc looks your way again, meeting your eyes diligently this go around, but still, he says nothing. 

“When I heard you’d returned, I walked by Dawn Winery every morning, thinking that I could work up the courage to see you face-to face,” you explain. “It sounds selfish of me now that I’m saying it out loud, but. . .”

“No,” you interrupt, shaking your head to offer a correction, “it was selfish of me. I was being selfish. I couldn’t stomach the thought of seeing you again because I knew you’d be so different, —I’d be meeting someone new in the place of the boy I grew up with, and I wasn’t ready to face it.”

Strangely enough, Diluc understands where it is that you’re coming from. He’s not dense enough to be blind to all the differences he exhibits in comparison to his slightly younger self. Once upon a time, he was vibrant and open, —he let people in because he assumed the best of them. Diluc sought trust and love from the people of Mondstadt, vowed to protect them with his very life. . . Even now, he feels that way. These days, he acts from the shadows instead, as if loving openly will somehow make him more vulnerable to injuries of the emotional kind.

“Do you hate it, then?” He inquires, “—the man I am right now. Do you hate me?”

“No, Diluc I—”

You stop again to take a sharp breath in. It’s now or never to say all the things you never chose to write down in a letter for him. At the very least, he deserves that much.

“I should have come to see you,” you admit. “I knew that from the start. And I wanted to see you, because it’d been so long, and I just needed to know that you were okay; that whoever you’d become while you were gone, you were healthy and hadn’t just given up on the world. But I got glimpses of you from afar, and it made me realize just how much of a distance had grown between us. It was like I could hardly recognize you, even when you looked the same. So I turned around, and eventually, I stopped going to Dawn Winery altogether. I hid when I saw you in public, just to avoid the conversation, —to avoid the “Hi, how’ve you been?” because I knew you’d just lie and say everything was fine.”

The bitter truth is that you’d been pushing Diluc away, just as he’d been doing to you. You yearned to be close to him again, to be able to pull him so close that you could feel his heart beating against you. . . But the space between you and he only grew wider with the passing days. He made a routine for himself, and you didn’t want to disrupt it. Not when he’d had to pull himself up from the depths of despair just to manage it in the first place.

You worried that you represented little more than the past to him, —that you’d be some ghost of a childhood friend coming back to haunt him, and heaven knows Diluc doesn’t need anymore demons wrapping around his pretty fingers. 

“Everything should be fine,” he answers softly. “Everyone has to move on eventually. We can’t live in days that have already passed us by.”

“That doesn’t mean doing it is easy,” you remind him, matching the gentle tone of his voice.

“It’s not easy,” he agrees. “It hurts like hell. I hate going home because the manor feels so empty, and I can’t find any trace of anyone there. Not my father, not Kaeya, not you, —not even myself. It’s like all the rooms just swallow everything whole until there’s nothing left to feed on, and all the good things have disappeared. All the memories, all the laughter, all the love is just. . . Gone.”

Another apology creeps up the back of your throat, but you know now isn’t the time to be saying sorry a  million and one times over. You can take any other time to feel guilty, to feel sorry for yourself in the wake of your own recklessness. . . But this is about Diluc.

“All the art my father hung up on the walls, —the chess board he taught me how to play on. I’ve run my fingers over every frame, every pawn, every knight, and I can’t feel him anywhere. It’s almost like he never existed, even though every part of the manor has remained unchanged since his passing. The maids and other staff don’t speak of him; at least not when I’m around. . . It’s like they’ve all signed some unspoken contract to guard my feelings by pretending nothing ever happened.” 

You’re left speechless by his show of openness, thinking to yourself (if only passively) that it’s been far too long since you’ve heard Diluc be true about his feelings.

“Kaeya comes around sometimes, but he never comes in,” the redhead continues. “The manor was his home too, but it seems that he can’t stand to be inside anymore, so he’s left me alone to pick up all the pieces, and I hate him for it. But I love him too, from the bottom of my heart. He’s my brother, —blood or not. I know he’s hurting too, and it kills me.”

“He knows that,” you insist. “Kaeya knows that you love him, and he loves you too. It’s just that all the animosity between you two reaches a boiling point when you stuff everything down and hide your pain away, and he wears it on his sleeve, letting it seep out the moment he gets set off. Both of you love to pretend that you’re fine alone, that everything will work itself out somehow if you ignore it for long enough, —but I think we’ve established that that’s not quite how this is gonna go.”

And then Diluc laughs. It’s low and deep, coming straight from his chest, lasting no more than a handful of seconds. The stars in his eyes burn alight again, flickering like a lost lantern in the wind. A softer breeze than the howling gusts just outside the hilichurl structure you’re sitting in that’s miraculously managed to stay intact thus far.

“That’s so like you,” he comments, amusement clinging to his words. “You’re so honest in a roundabout way; trying your best to protect my feelings, and Kaeya’s if he happens to be eavesdropping on us, all while essentially saying we should stop being idiots and just talk about our problems.”

Although that’s a very watered down version of your conviction, it works well enough, you suppose. A giggle bubbles up from the back of your throat, exploding into the chilly air.

“That’s one way to say it, I guess,” you laugh. “I know that’s a lot easier said than done, but I’m hoping you see where I’m coming from. It might not be my place to say it, —but it’s hard to watch you two ram heads like this. Even though none of us are kids anymore, it’d be nice to be like we used to sometimes.”

Diluc agrees. He thinks about that more than he’ll ever be willing to admit; about the days he spent running past the vineyards, you and Kaeya right on his heels, laughter soaring through the open air. He thinks about the sweet taste of freshly mixed juice drinks, foam clinging to his upper lip. . . He can make his own drinks these days, of course, but they never taste quite like his father’s.

When he smiles like this, you get a glimpse of the boy you grew up alongside. You get a glimpse of the young man you fell in love with, yet never made any mention of it so as not to upset the balance. It was easier if everyone remained friends; if you never chose to cross the line. You suppose that’s yet another reason why it was so hard to approach him after he arrived back in Mondstadt. It wouldn’t be fair to grieve the loss of who he used to be, but it was nothing short of inevitable.

I loved you then, and I love you now. 

“In any case, I. . . I should go look for Kaeya,” you say; but there’s no conviction in your words.

He’s an adult, and you know better than most that Kaeya can take care of himself; rain or shine. In fact, with that Vision of his, he might as well be better suited to stormy nights and rainy days. Though he seems like he wants to, Diluc says nothing to keep you from going. Maybe it’s just that he doesn’t want you to soak yourself to the bone, or maybe it’s that he just wants you to stay; nothing more, nothing less. Either way, he doesn’t say it.

Until he does.

“Y/n, please. . .”

You pause, turning to look at him the moment he says your name. Diluc swallows, hoping the words don’t go down with it.

“Don’t leave.”

Your heart stutters. As the sky grows darker somewhere off in the distance, as the rain slams roughly against the little hut you’re stuffed in, —as thunder resounds loud enough to shake the very ground beneath your knees, you find yourself pulled into his orbit again.

It’s all too easy to love him like the sun is dying.

Now’s not the right time, this isn’t the right place. . . Nothing about this is right, but you can’t bring yourself to pull away. He smells of rain, soil, and must; hair disheveled and falling out of the loose, low ponytail at the back of his head. The plain scent of bland vegetables boiling just a foot or two away would have thrown you off if you’d been lucid enough to care.

His kiss is fervent and desperate in a way you never expected, —something less than sweet, but far from bitter. Damp hands cup your cheeks like you’re made of brittle porcelain, so gentle that you can melt into his touch without having to question why. It’s hard to believe these lips are the same ones that threw insults Kaeya’s way just a bit ago, and when you rest your forehead against his, breathing through the haze, it’s even harder to imagine that his lovesick stare is only meant for you.

You could spend forever here, but that wouldn’t serve either of you.

“Go,” you whisper softly, pressing the flat of your hand to his chest. “He’s your brother.”

Diluc hesitates, but deep down, he knows you’re right. He’s angry, —he’s been angry for a long time now. It’s eaten at him for longer than he’ll ever care to admit, burning up his mind and scorching all the flowers. 

And maybe, he thinks to himself with your face cupped in his chilled hands, it’s time to start letting some of that anger go, washing it away with the rain.

[lunareclipsa1026]

Genshin Impact x Twisted Wonderland AU

First Look (is that what we should call it? IDK)

(since I'm a lazy ass. I decided to make this in Gacha, it's simple and easy for me)

Info bout our twst squad down next:

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Yuuri/Yuu & Grim

Element: Pyro (Grim is the vision haha)

Weapon: Sword

Constellation: Historia Libri

Affiliation: Twisted Wonderland

Birthday: 01/20

- An individual from a world of magic with their partner, a monster named Grim. Despite having no magic or power, their talent in leading & supporting makes up for it.

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Ace Trappola

Element: Anemo

Weapon: Polearm

Constellation: Uentum Corda

Affiliation: Twisted Wonderland

Birthday: 09/23

- A mischievous otherworlder with a blunt outspoken demeanor & brutal honesty. His skill in tricks & deception comes in handy to get away with things.

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Deuce Spade

Element: Geo

Weapon: Catylyst

Constellation: Precare Ligones

Affiliation: Twisted Wonderland

Birthday: 06/03

- A serious & straightforward hardworker from another world. He won't hesitate to use his fist & lash out to settle things in his delinquent persona. His mindset of instinct & intellect makes him a slow learner however.

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Notes:

There designs might change a bit, mainly Ace & Deuce, cause I'm still thinking of a good design for them

For Constellations (aside from Yuu) I based them off from the coffin loading screen in Twst. Like Riddle is a rose, Jack is a wolf, Silver is a sword, & vice versa. I just translate the names to latin, since most of the constellation names in Genshin are latin. Yuuri is basically a story book.

I'm still deciding which of them will be a support, dps, sub dps, etc. I already have an idea what their skills and burst will be like

They will have their own Signature Weapons, which I'm working on.

Will they reveal to the Genshin Characters that they from another world (aside from Traveler and Paimon cause they know as well as other characters that know) ? Hmmm I'm still deciding. Option 1: they will, or Option 2: they can lie and say they are from a hidden unknown land in Teyvat called the Isle of Sage, a land where magic is in the air.

Grim is still the same stupid cat we all know and love in this au, but he'll also be Hmmm what's the word? Smarter? A bit wise? Idk, this takes place after the 1st years graduated from 4th year so he gain knowledge.

My Yuu in this, in a Future AU, they became the new headmaster of NRC. In this they are basically a substitute headmaster whenever Crowley is out. And this is also helps Yuuri for learning experience.

They are around 19-20 in this au.

Anyway, I think this all. I would prolly make some headcanons of this au. That would be fun. Oh maybe some voice lines as well.

This is just a random au I made of 2 of my favorite games.

[tcringetourney]

here is the official tcringe tourney bracket! the first wave of polls will go up tomorrow. since this is such a large bracket, i’ll be rolling out polls in waves of 8. the first round will be open for a week, with waves dropped on a one-day delay! and under the readmore, you’ll find a transcribed list of the bracket. be warned, there are 128 characters here!

Left side:

Scout (Team Fortress 2) vs Maximus (Tangled)

Crona Gorgon (Soul Eater) vs Kevin (Up)

Dirk Strider (Homestuck) vs Raine Whispers (The Owl House)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb) vs Dismas (Darkest Dungeon)

Harrier DuBois (Disco Elysium) vs Ellzor Umberspore (Not Another D&D Podcast)

Shiver (Splatoon) vs Miss Frizzle (Magic School Bus)

Marik Ishtar (Yugioh) vs Tumblr Anon Profile Picture (Real Life)

Asa Mitaka (Chainsaw Man) vs Tadashi Yamaguchi (Haikyuu!)

Penny (Pokemon Scarlet and Violet) vs Vriska Serket (Homestuck)

Link (Legend of Zelda) vs Kaname Date (AI: The Somnium Files)

The Collector (The Owl House) vs Venti (Genshin Impact)

Luz Noceda (The Owl House) vs Magne (My Hero Academia)

Yes-Man (Fallout New Vegas) vs Apollo Justice (Ace Attorney)

Reigen Araraka (Mob Psycho 100) vs Kuina Hikari (Alice in Borderland)

Doug Eiffel (Wolf 359) vs Jesus (The Bible)

Me (Real Life) vs Leorio Paradinight (Hunter x Hunter)

Fabian Seacaster (Dimension 20) vs Briar (Branching Out)

Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls) vs Alex Fierro (Riordanverse)

Castiel (Supernatural) vs Waluigi (Mario)

Ivankov (One Piece) vs June Egbert (Homestuck)

Mr. 2 Bon Clay (One Piece) vs Sokka (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Ur mom (Real Life) vs Leo Valdez (Riordanverse)

Pyro (Team Fortress 2) vs The Dragon (Jane and the Dragon)

Crowley (Good Omens) vs Eddy (Duolingo)

Emperor Belos (The Owl House) vs Peter Parker (Toby Maguire’s Spiderman)

Sweetheart (Omori) vs Nick Danforth-Evans (Julie and the Phantoms)

Jerma (Real Life) vs M&Ms (Real Life)

Kajiyama Fuuta (Milgram) vs Jeremy Heere (Be More Chill)

Shin Tsukimi (Your Turn to Die) vs Ena (Ena)

Isaac (The Binding of Isaac) vs Allied Mastercomputer/A.M. (I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream)

Ranma (Ranma 1/2) vs Klaus Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Fred Grant (Hamster & Gretel) vs Benrey (Half Life VR AI)

Right Side:

Spy (Team Fortress 2) vs Varian (Tangled)

Sanji (One Piece) vs Milhouse (The Simpsons)

Gonzo (The Muppets) vs Hero (Omori)

Cecil Gershwin Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale) vs Makoto Naegi (Danganronpa)

Hardwon Surefoot (Not Another D&D Podcast) vs Mina Zarei (Paranatural)

Bugs Bunny (Looney Tunes) vs Sabine Wren (Star Wars Rebels)

Deuu Dino (CNP) vs Nightblood (The Cosmere)

Benny (Fallout New Vegas) vs Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney)

Alphys (Undertale) vs Angel Devil (Chainsaw Man)

Dave Strider (Homestuck) vs Elliot Dunkel (El Goonish Shive)

The Onceler (The Lorax) vs Chuck E. Cheese (Real Life)

Buggy the Clown (One Piece) vs Hinata Tachibana (Fabiniku)

Jake English (Homestuck) vs Kris Dreemurr (Deltarune)

You (Real Life) vs Tsukishima Kei (Haikyuu!)

Tome Kurata (Mob Psycho 100) vs Neptune (RWBY)

Ianthe Tridentarius (The Locked Tomb) vs Osiris (Destiny)

Vash the Stampede (Trigun) vs Fox Mulder (The X-Files)

Evan Kelmp (Dimension 20) vs Paracelsus (Darkest Dungeons)

Bocchi (Bocchi the Rock) vs Terezi Pyrope (Homestuck)

Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran High School Host Club) vs Bakugo (My Hero Academia)

Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa) vs Luther (The Umbrella Academy)

Fujisaki Chihiro (Danganronpa) vs Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Sniper (Team Fortress 2) vs Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Space Boyfriend (Omori) vs Zirk Vervain (Not Another D&D Podcast)

Rouxls Kaard (Deltarune) vs Robbie Rotten (Lazytown)

Ranboo (Minecraft Youtube) vs Arthur Dent (Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy)

Sakurai Haruka (Milgram) vs Luke Patterson (Julie and the Phantoms)

Hunter (The Owl House) vs Dib (Invader Zim)

Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad) vs Wheatley (Portal)

Grell (Black Butler) vs Viktor Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Shut (Go Princess Precure) vs Kakashi Hatake (Naruto)

Wonderlands x Showtime (Project SEKAI) vs Rodney Copperbottom (Robots)

[weltenwxndler-archive]

OC Information (x)

Name: Hunter

Age: 29

Height: 192cm

Birthday: October 10

alternative verses under the cut

Genshin Impact

Hunter calls Snezhnaya his home, hence he is awfully used to the cold. His brother inherited the family name while Hunter was given free reign to do whatever he wanted. He loved to train hand to hand combat, much too happy to become a pyro catalyst user when the male turned around 15 years old. He's since signed himself up for the Fatui. Hunter enjoyed the art of killing, especially big monsters, always showing off to his brother who took over the family business (dealing in weapon trading). As proud as his brother was, he could never really understand why Hunter was so obsessed with fighting because while he did receive his geo vision, he had never felt like truly using it for other things other than helping to build things or fix houses.

Despite his obsession with fighting, Hunter was a rather respectful, quiet type of man, speaking his mind openly but not pushing his opinion on others.

Punching with fire balls became something truly fun for Hunter when he learned how to control his vision, even playing with flames dancing around the tips of his fingers. He also raised in the ranks fairly quick, but never made it as far as the men he looked up to like Childe or Capitano. He was happy to serve in the ranks nevertheless and if they had a job for him, he'd see it done.

It took him to all sorts of places, meeting all sorts of people.

HSR

Having grown up on Jarilo-VI Hunter had no qualms leaving his home behind, when the chance arose when Stellaron Hunters appeared for the first time. Until then Hunter had been fighting to ensure his survival, often making money with hunting or taking care of monsters to make sure everyone was living safely in Belobog. He had never known his parents, having grown up all on his own. Often he was asked to join the knights, but had declined, such a tight knight group was nothing for him. He was a lone sort of wolf, always had been. The Underground was what he called his home, having been accepted there like one of their own. The older ladies often looked after him and even supplied him with food. He was grateful, but he hated living there. Always snow, always cold and he had zero to call his own.

But he enjoyed killing and fighting enough to make it his profession and when Elio found him having sneaked up on one of their ships, he eventually decided to recruit him, while Hunter was all too willing to serve, truly curious about the things he could see. He had no goal in mind, told Elio he will be searching for something while he'll serve to see more of the world.

Hunter usually takes on stealth missions, counting on Silver Wolf's assistance, but doesn't usually interact much with the other Stellaron Hunters. Mostly because their motives are unknown to him. He doesn't like guessing around.

When he's out on missions, he often pretends to be a galaxy ranger, out to punish the evil and wretched---guys like himself.

Path: Destruction, Element: Physical

WuWa

serves within the ghost hounds and idolizes calcharo to a certain degree

grew up to a pair of delinquent parents and soon ended up all on his own

didn't know where he belonged, but since he was and always had been a naturally good fighter

weapon: pistoles, element: havoc

tacet mark: lower abdomen

more tba !!

[lilianlay]

Oo I think that you should write something about Razor x Bennett

Hello! Thank you so much for asking, I love Razor and Bennett and I wanted to write something fluffy, I hope you like it. And I'm sorry it took so long to reply as I was working on Tickletober and took a short break after that, but I'm back to work again^^ Hug❤

New discovery

Razor x Bennett

- Ahhhh, it really was a very difficult day. - Bennett stretched and yawned.

- It was fun. - Razor looked at his partner and repeated his move.

- Do you think so? - the blond smiled softly.

Today, the adventurer Bennett decided to go on a treasure hunt and invited his wolf boy boyfriend, who immediately agreed.

The whole day they walked around different places of the Mondstadt, fought with the monsters that came across them on the way and of course Bennett received several wounds and abrasions due to his failure, but he got used to it and explained to the worried Razor that everything was in order.

Now they decided to set up camp, as it was getting dark. The gray-haired brought firewood and began to build a fire, and the green-eyed finished with the tent and started preparing their dinner.

- Bennett - Razor distracted him from the case.

- Hm? - he looked at his boyfriend, or rather at the direction of his index finger, which pointed to a small wound on his side. - Oh, I didn't even notice it.

- Are you hurt? - big red eyes looked at the adventurer.

- Oh, no, it's fine hehe. - the blond scratched the back of his head and reached into his bag for a bandage.

- I want to help.

- I can handle myself. - Bennett smiled. - Thanks.

But wolf boy didn't hear him and took the bandage from his hands.

- Okay, you can help me. - the green-eyed giggled and lifted his shirt a little to make Razor more comfortable.

The gray-haired took off his gloves and ran his finger gently around the wound, which made Benny twitch and bite his lip.

- Did I hurt you? - the red-eyed looked at his boyfriend.

- Oh no, it was just unexpected. - he smiled.

The user of the electro element nodded and began wrapping a bandage around the blond's torso and periodically touching his sensitive sides and tummy. Bennett could no longer contain his quiet giggles, and when the claw ran several times over his side, he laughed out loud and began to squirm.

- Hm? Bennett has funny? - Razor tilted his head to the side.

- Ahahaha, thihihis is juhahast vehery tihihihicklish - the blond was selling a giggle.

- Is it ticklish? - he stop.

- Umm, that is, when someone touches a sensitive spots and wiggles their fingers, you start to feel like you want to laugh. - the user of the pyro element blushed a little.

- Interesting. Was Bennett ticklish? - he looked at the adventurer.

- Hehe yes. - Benny scratched the back of his head. - I'm quite ticklish and my fathers tickle me a lot, but it's funny.

Razor sat closer to him.

- I want you to be ticklish again. - he rested his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder.

The sword user blushed even more, but how can one refuse such a cute and innocent wolf boy. He nodded and decided to lie down on the sleeping bag, even raising his hands up, though they didn't shake much in anticipation.

- What exactly are your spots? - Razor stroked the blonde's tummy.

- Heeeeek - he squeaked. - Y-you hahave to fihind thehehem yohourself. - Bennett giggled.

Wolf boy smiled and decided to stroke the open armpits of user the pyro element.

His hands began to tremble violently, but the green-eyed still held them high above his head.

- Am I doing everything right?

- Yehes, buhat you cahahan also wihihiggle your fihingers. - Benny showed him this with his fingers, which began to wiggle in the air and he signed his own death warrant.

The gray-haired nodded and his claws began to wriggle gently in the hollows of the blond's armpits. Bennett threw back his head and laughed out loud. Who would have thought that Razor, who had never tickled anyone, after the very first advice, would tickle his boyfriend so well.

- Yehehes, thahahAHAt's it, greheheat johohOHOHOB - he squeaked.

The user of electro element giggled softly and proudly continued to play with his armpits. But Benny could no longer cope with these sensations and lowered his hands to hide his armpits.

- Too ticklish?

- Yehehehehes - the sword user continued to giggle.

Razor smiled and began to tickle his side, where there was no wound, and also drew with his claws on his tummy.

- Ohohoho, yohohour clahahaws - the blonde's legs wiggled.

- You're very cute.

The user of pyro element turned red and snorted.

Wolf boy giggled and lowered his head to gently bite Bennett's side.

- RahahaHAHAzor ahahaha dohohon’t - the boy shook his head, but tried not to squirm at all so that his boyfriend could have some fun.

The gray-haired began to nibble the soft skin and make funny sounds, as if he was eating his own food with the apparatus.

But then thunder rumbled and lightning flashed. Razor twitched and stopped the tickling. Benny can finally open his eyes and see his boyfriend trembling. Although the red-eyed lived with wolves, he always clung to them when he heard thunder, and the wolves tried to calm the baby.

Nothing has changed with age, he is still afraid of thunder and now he is snuggled against the blond.

- Let's go to the tent. - the user of pyro element helped him and once they were in a warm place, Bennett closed the tent. - That's it, we're safe.

After these words, thunder rumbled very close to them and Rizor squeaked, cuddle himself against his boyfriend and hid his head under his shirt.

- Oh, Razor, it's okay, I'm here. - he stroked his head and back.

Wolf boy calmed down a bit, but was still trembling. Benny continued to stroke him and gently ran his finger along the ribs of the gray-haired, which made the red-eyed twitch.

- Awww, someone ticklish too~ the blond smiled and began to slowly tickle his boyfriend's ribs and sides and enjoy his beautiful laugh.

- Behehehehennett - he heard a cute squeak.

- Yes, Razor?

- I cahahahan't stohohohp lahahaughing - the wolf boy wiggled weakly.

- Hehe, of course, because I'm tickling you. - the adventurer giggled and tickled his tummy.

The gray-haired got out from under Benny's shirt and lay down on his sleeping bag, at the same time the blond continued to tickle him and as soon as he squeezed his hips, he heard squeaks and snorts.

- Aww - Bennett melted at how cute his boyfriend was. - You're not afraid anymore?

- Nohohoho, Bennehehett helpehehed. - Razor squirmed and laughed out loud.

- Excellent! - the green-eyed smiled and hugged him. - I'm very glad.

- T-thahank you, I likehed it. - the wolf boy also smiled. - And I liked to tickle you so I can hear your laugh.

- You can hear it without it. - Benny blushed and giggled. - you can always tickle me.

- I'm happy. - Razor yawned.

- Time to sleep. - the user of the pyro element hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. - Goodnight.

- Goodnight. - the red-eyed cuddle to Bennett and smiled.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Sliding in for the sixth 🐉Wings of Fire aus' names lists are...

The ❄IceWings🦭!

The X-Men Members:

• Charles Xavier/Professor Xavier: Chill

• Ororo Munroe/Storm: Snowstorm

• Logan Howlett/Wolverine: Wolverine

• Scott Summers/Cyclops: Cirrus

• Jean Grey/Marvel Girl/Phoenix: Gray

• Hank McCoy/Beast: Hailstorm

• Anne-Marie/Rogue: Alabaster

• Remy LeBeau/Gambit: Lemming

• Kitty Pryde/Shadowcat: Periwinkle

• Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler: Walrus

• Jubilation Lee/Jubilee: Lynx

• Evan Daniels/Spyke: Everest

• Bobby Drake/Iceman: Boreal

• Piotr Rasputin/Colossus: Cumulus

• Illyana Rasputin/Magik: Icicle

• Rahne Sinclair/Wolfsbane: Reindeer

• Samuel "Sam" Guthrie/Cannonball: Gust

• Roberto da Costa/Sunspot: Caribou

• Danielle "Dani" Moonstar/Mirage: Moonstone

• Laura Kinney/Wolverine 2.0: Howlite

• Tabitha "Tabby" Smith/Boom-Boom: Ptarmigan

The Brotherhood:

• Erik Lehnsherr/Magnus/Magneto: Ermine

• Raven Darkholme/Mystique: Diamond

• Victor Creed/Sabretooth: Sable

• Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver: Silver

• Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch: Sleet

• Mortymer Tonybee/Todd Tolanksy/Toad: Tern

• Fred "Freddy" Dukes/Blob: Firn

• Lance Alvers/Avalanche: Altus

• St. John Allerdyce/Pyro: Permafrost

(Quite the chilling amount, eh? 😊Here's something to cool off with...)

• Reader/Bby: Wolf, Snow Leopard, Snowy Owl, Puffin, Beluga, Moose, Vole, Taiga, Quartz, Nacre, Blizzard, Flurry, Squall, Iceberg, Igloo, Floe, Frost, Freeze, Frigid, Polar, Stratus, Nimbus...

[ao3feed-tf2ships]

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Fortress Simulator

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54973807

by PresidentHaise

Through nepotism, Michael Afton is given the job title of “Head of Security” and is sent to work for William’s newest business venture: “Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Fortress”; a state of the art restaurant and arcade that offers the public paid-access to immerse themselves in the most sophisticated VR simulations ever seen on Earth.

Beknownst to the Afton family, the true ulterior motive of Fazbear Entertainment’s newest location goes deeper than what meets the eye. Under the guidance of the two co-owners of the new massive operation hidden beneath the restaurant, Michael is put in charge of a team of odd mercenaries who were hired directly by William himself.

Together, Michael, his friends, family, animatronic workforce, and the employees of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Fortress will band together to travel through space and time to defeat the last remnant of an evil cosmic entity; the same very ultimate one who created the quantum supercomputer they’re utilizing known as the “Moon Cell”.

 (TF2 x FNAF x Fate/EXTRA CCC)

(Is based in the same universe of my previous fanfiction, and it’s recommend that you read that prior)

Words: 3064, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Moonlit

Fandoms: Fate/EXTRA, Five Nights at Freddy's, Team Fortress 2

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Michael Afton, William Afton | Dave Miller, Scout (Team Fortress 2), Soldier (Team Fortress 2), Pyro (Team Fortress 2), Engineer (Team Fortress 2), Heavy (Team Fortress 2), Demoman (Team Fortress 2), Medic (Team Fortress 2), Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Spy (Team Fortress 2), Original Master(s) (Fate), Charlotte "Charlie" Emily, The Crying Child (Five Nights at Freddy's), Elizabeth Afton, BB (Fate), Miss Pauling (Team Fortress 2), Jeremy Fitzgerald, Neco-Arc (Tsukihime), Solomon | Caster, Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg, Funtime Animatronics (Five Nights at Freddy's), Circus Baby (Five Nights at Freddy's), Glamrock Animatronics (Five Nights at Freddy's), Toy Animatronics (Five Nights at Freddy's), Classic Animatronics | Five Nights at Freddy's 1 Animatronics, Glamrock Freddy (Five Nights at Freddy's), Roxanne Wolf (Five Nights at Freddy's), Vanessa A. | Ness, Vanny | Reluctant Follower | Beta-Tester

Relationships: Miss Pauling/Scout (Team Fortress 2), Michael Afton/Charlotte "Charlie" Emily, William Afton | Dave Miller/BB (Fate), RED Spy/Scout's Mother (Team Fortress 2), Soldier/Zhanna (Team Fortress 2)

Additional Tags: NSFW, Angst and Humor, Childhood Trauma, Action/Adventure, Romance, Michael Afton is The Crying Child's Older Brother, Michael Afton-centric, Good Parent William Afton | Dave Miller, Alive Charlotte "Charlie" Emily, The Crying Child is Named Evan Afton, Elizabeth Afton and The Crying Child Live, Spy is Scout's Parent (Team Fortress 2), Monogamy, Smut, Elizabeth Afton Does Not Possess Circus Baby, Multiverse, Weird Plot Shit

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54973807

[isabeauwolf]

Dabi x Mary: "I'm glad that you were born"

"Look at me, Touya," Mary gently cupped her hands against Dabi's scared, burned cheeks. "I don't care what that bastard thinks. You are not a failure. No one is perfect, no one. We all have flaws and insecurities because that's what makes people human and frail."

He ignored her, chose to look outside the window instead of meeting her patiently, waiting eyes. Knowing that if he did. He would crack underneath her gently and understanding mismatched gems he loved so much.

"Touya, please, look at me," Mary tried again, whispering as tears burned, stinging her eyes, ears flat against her head. She turns his head down to meet her gaze, it hurt to see his beautiful ocean blues so lifeless and vacant, without of her reach. "You are not useless or worthless. You've cared too much and got burned for it."

She was crying for him?

No. Don't fall for her tears, don't offer her comfort. Bawling his fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white, don't look, don't move, she will give up and leave. It took everything in him not to scoop her into his arms, into his chest, kissing her tears away and apologizing, say anything until her tears dried and she turned into the sappy, happy, annoyingly lovable ball of energy and sunshine. Hold dammit!

Licking her dry lips as she continued, noticing the change in his body language as his hands twitched, the settle turn of his head in her palms, he had to know her true feelings, "I'm glad that you were born. You are here with me, by my side as my mate. My Touya is handsome despite these scars and burns, and I won't ask you to change who you are." She gave him a smile, despite her tears, clear distress, and worries.

Dabi's eyes refocused and widened at her words, turquoise irsis' staring down at tear-filled, wet violet and gold. "Do you mean it, beauty?" He whispered, voice cracking.

"Yes," She whispered, smile widening as she sniffed.

Reaching out, he wiped her stray tears again, more feel in it's place. "Say it again."

"I'm glad that you were born." She repeated without hesitation, "I thank the moon goddess everyday that you were born, Touya. For sending you to me that night we first met."

His breath hitched, her words cutting him deeply, straight into his still beating, blackened, burnt and frail heart. He swallowed thickly, mouth and throat dry, he felt his bottom lip quiver, breath growing labored; he couldn't breath, its as if his lungs stopped working. His chest ached and throbbed, heartbeat echoing loud in his ears, as he gasped for air, bloody tears welling up in the corner of his burnt tear ducts and falling.

"It's okay to cry when you are hurting, when you are sad, angry, let it go, my darling." Mary wasn't disgusted or didn't pull away. "Let me shoulder your burdens, your worries, your fears, your dreams, everything." She pulled him back into her chest, he quickly nuzzled and burred his head against her warmth, openly and quietly sobbing as she rubbed his back and ran her fingers through his inky black tresses. "Let it out. Scream, cry, wail, I wont judge you. Let it out."

Dabi wrapped his arms around her, clinging to her for comfort, his last lifeline and sanity; digging his fingers into the back of her shirt.

Mary nuzzled her head against the side of his, closing her eyes and crying along with him.

"Thank... you.... Mary..." He whimpered, shoulders shaking, shuddering, and trembling in her arms.

Mary decided then and there, that she would never forgive Endeavor. She didn't care, if the man was her father-in-law now. She didn't care that the man was currently Japan's Number Two Hero, didn't care if, the poor excuse of a man eventually got his wish and become number one. Hurting his family, his wife, his children for the sake of his pride, arrogance, greed and need to surpass All Might?

It made her grit her teeth, anger burned hot in her veins as she held her Touya, biting back and swallowing the snarling growl trapped in her throat. If she ever ran into that man, she would be civil, but if he tried anything, she would make sure to bite him, dig her claws into his flesh, she wasn't going down without a fight.

Now, there were two men she had to protect her family from.

All For One, and Enji Todoroki, Endeavor.

Mary blinked back angry tears as she forced herself to take a deep breath, it wasn't about her, it was about Touya and comforting him. Closing her eyes and holding him tighter, she swallowed her negative emotions for now and focused on humming a song.

She kisses the side of his head.

He sinks into the embrace, trying to remember the last time anyone held him like this aside from his mother, his mind goes blank. Closing his eyes, loving how she clings to him like she never wants to let go, and he never wants her to.

Pressing his weight fulling into her, pushing them down, she lets him and giggles lean back until they are flat against the bed, her legs spread and welcoming as he turned his head, listening to her heartbeat, thudding hard and fasts underneath her rib cage.

He sniffs and chuckles, teasing, "My wolf has turned into a rabbit." His voice was deep, rough and raw from crying his heart out.

"I would say the same about you," She fired back, blushing and wiping her eyes. "My monster turned into a puddle of mush." Smiling as he sits up, leaning on his forearms, a noticeable pinkish hue on his own cheeks. "Nothing like a good cry every once in a while, hmm?"

"I'm not crying, I hit my head." He muttered, growing more flustered as he pouted cutely. Okay, that sounded like total crap, even to him. "Dammit, beauty. You've made me all soft n' shit." He grumbles, reburying his heated face into her chest and shirt, "I blame you."

"Sure, whatever you say, pyro," Mary chuckles, running her fingers gently through his hair, rolling her eyes. "Don't worry, your secrets are save with me."

"It better," he replied, voice muffled. Peaking from his hiding spot, watching as she tilted her head, waiting, patiently and curious, tail wagging lazily against his stomach, tickling him. The odd sensation made his snort and choke back a laugh, fuck, that tickles, oh no, she's noticed. "Pff, dammit, stop, pff, it-"

Quirking at eyebrow as her smile curls into a smirk, "Stop what?" Tail swishing back and forth, brushing against his abdomen on purpose this time, watching at his face morphs between mopey, shocked and surprised to down right biting his lip, fingers clutching the sheets to try and not laugh.

"Stop-" He tried again, but she cut him off, hooking her legs around him and flipping them over. "It," he grunted, blinking and staring up at the woman now above him, straddling him and pinning his arms to his sides. "The fuck are you doing?" Dabi panted, trying to regain his breathing, eyes narrowing playfully, smirking. "If you wanted me on my back, so badly all you had to do was ask nicely, baby."

"Where's the fun in that?" Mary giggled, tail swishing back and forth like a cat waiting to pounce, her thumbs rubbing patterns on his forearms, mismatched orbs trailing from his face down to his scared and burnt abdomen.

He quickly caught on and quickly opened his mouth to protest, "No, don't you da-"

Too late.

She attacked, releasing his arms to tickle his weak spot, "Gotcha!"

"Hey!" He laughed, barking and cackling, squirming and trying to move away, "Ah, fuck! That's not fair," buckling his hips to try and shove her off, but she retaliated, wrapping her legs, around his waist and lock him against her. grabbing her wrists to try and shove her off.

"Awe," she cooed, tickling a few more times and stopped, "there's my casanova, smiling so pretty for me."

"Curse you're stupidly inhuman strength," he grumbled and scoffed, a hint of a smile curving his scared lips. "Fine, fine." He relaxed and leaned against her pillows that smelled like her. "You win this round, my beauty, but don't think I'll let you win next time."

Mary giggled, laying down and cuddling against his chest, smiling. "Anytime, loser."

He chuckled, voice rumbling beneath her. "You're the loser, bookworm."

She could hear the smile in his teasing tone as her eyes grew heavy, humming, nuzzling her head and yawned. "Letting out all those pent up emotions is exhausting," muttering out loud, and adding, "but worth it. It's not good to bottle it up."

Dabi wrapped his arms around her lower back and the other, running his fingers in her soft, silver-white locks. "Get some sleep, I'll be here." Tightening his hold and getting more comfortable, his breath fanning her ears and his scent filling her lungs with the sweet smell of burnt caramel, masculine and all him.

"Night, Touya," Mary mumbled, hand gripping his shirt, dozing off and whispering faintly, "I love you."

Dabi's turquoise eyes widened as his body tensed, then relaxed. His small smile, widened as he tried to calm his racing heart, thudding wildly and his stomach flipped, feeling giddy and sappy, blush spreading across his heated cheek.

He laid their sorting out his thoughts. Listening to her light breathing, feeling the rise and fall of her chest as his mind took in her words from earlier.

She was glad that he was born, thankful even. She didn't think he was a failure, a fuck-up, found his scars and burns attractive and wasn't scared of him, she's never been, not even the day they met. Anyone else would have been terrified, judging him on his scars and appearances, but not her.

She even cried for him, the thought alone made his chest ache and throb again, just as bad as her claiming mark had been on the night of their first night together.

He bit his lip and rubbed his face with the back of his hand and sighed, "Night, beauty."

Dabi felt stupid, but perhaps being tied together with this woman he adored wasn't so bad? He fell asleep, holding her tighter against him, that night, he didn't dream of fire, the past and the pain; instead, he saw his cute wolfish beauty's smiling face.

[dark-roleplay-finder]

🦴🕊️🩸 21yo transmasc writer seeking other 19+ writers for a canon x canon roleplay to take place over Discord. I'm only interested in writing as and with masc-presenting characters (cis, trans, nb), and while I favour dark themes, I can write comfortably in most settings.

I have a few specific fandoms I'm interested in writing for -- I'll list my preferred character in bold, and the characters I'm dead keen to write get a star next to them.

★ Nux x Max Rockatansky or Immortan Joe (Mad Max: Fury Road).

The Pyro x Anyone (Team Fortress 2).

★ Roadhog x Junkrat, Mauga or Reinhardt (Overwatch).

Clever Hans or Woody x Bigby Wolf (The Wolf Among Us).

Guillermo x Nandor or Laszlo (What We Do In The Shadows).

Abner Krill (the Polka-Dot Man) x Anyone (DC). I'd love to place Abner in more of a Gotham-like setting, maybe as a resident of Arkham so he'd be able to pair against the Riddler, the Joker, or even Batman himself.

★ Rocket Raccoon x Thor, Drax or Peter Quill (Marvel). Yeah, the raccoon fucks.

★ Betelgeuse/Beetlejuice x Charles Deetz or Adam Maitland (Beetlejuice). Would also love to try pitting Beej against a crossover character from another horror movie.

The Oni x Any Killer (Dead by Daylight.)

To put it plainly, I just love big men, gritty plots and fetish. I'm a dom-top for the most part -- but I'm not opposed to bottoming if you're worth a damn as a top. I'm a multi-para writer when it calls for it (detail and establishing scenes are fun), but I love rapid firing 1-2 paragraphs to keep the roleplay going consistently. I also love character conversations, moodboards, song sharing, etc.

My favourite themes in fiction are definitely on the side of gratuitous violence -- I love plots involving dystopia, criminal activity, slashers and serial killers. I love dubious, immoral relationships, themes of abuse and "what the fuck am I reading?" porn. Be a weird piece of shit and I'll love you forever.

If you're interested in writing with me (or just enjoyed the read), leave a like and I'll message you my Discord tag so we can chat further. Stay sick, y'all.

Like this post and the asker will reach out!

[bbgghost]

lot to love: chapter 6

blurb: you are the nineteen year old, younger, mutant sister of Mystique. you go to Professor X's school and have been since you were young. slow burn with wolverine ♡♡♡

a.n. hey sweaties ik it took me a bit to get this one up but here you are. much longer lols. erm maybe i'm completely changing the vibe of this story or maybe im just reading into it who knows enjoy :3♡

c.w. alcohol consumption lols! age gap with reader cos mans is 200+ yrs old, anxiety about school if you squint at the start

masterlist | tags: @white-wolf-buckaroo @mikariell95 @onlythehobi @kokomixxk @samsamsantos

You sat in the small classroom, pen to paper, with only five minutes remaining. You hands wrote quickly along the lined paper. Who decides that its okay to put a full essay after 30 multiple choice questions! Charles Xavier, affectionatelly called the Professor by students like you, thinks its okay. He sits across from you in his wheelchair, wearing his signature smile as he watches you stress over the paper. "And that's it." He says.

Finishing the last line of your poorly written conclusion, you put your pen down per the Professor's instructions. "You did wonderfully dear." He said, answering your silent questions. It's handy how he can mind read. You smiled gratefully, and grabbed your pencil case off and the paper of the desk. You handed him the paper and he gave you a curt nod before you exited the room. Outside, Rogue, Bobby and Pyro stood waiting for you.

You gave them shy smiles before they began speaking. "Did you pass?" Marie asked carefully. You nodded as she wrapped her arms around you. You both giggled as you both swayed a little. "Yay!" She squealed. Bobby smiled at you kindly and Pyro just kind of smirked. "We should celebrate!" She said as she pulled back. "I'm just becoming a professor it's not that big of a deal!" You laughed.

She grabbed your arm and turned to give the boys a 'fuck off' look. Bobby smiled and Pyro rolled his eyes but they both turned and let you walk off. "You should come to my room and we can drink that bottle I found." She said with a smirk. "I just became a professor and you want me to break a school rule immediately?" She gave you a knowing look. "Of course I want to do that, what time?" She giggled at your response.

"I'm so proud of you!" Storm said as she wrapped her arms around you. You enjoyed the warmth of her small figure and beamed with a smile. "Thanks!" You said sweetly, and turned to look at the rest of the Professors. "So, what do you think you'll teach?" Jean asked you. You shrugged with a smile, "I don't know..."

"I think you do." The Professor said with a smirk. "No fair." You jokingly scolded. "I don't know, probably something humanities. What do you think Professor?" You asked. He thought for a moment, before speaking up. "I think humanities studies would suit you well. You do have a spark for writing as well though." He said. You nodded and turned to Storm. "Whatever you do, you'll be great." She reassured. You thanked her and looked at Logan.

The small party that Charles had thrown in your honour included some drinks and all the senior peoples of the school. There were a few streamers and balloons scattered throughout, most likely a courtesy of Storm. Everybody had been congratulating you as they saw you, but Logan hadn't even smiled towards you.

You wanted his approval, not to say that you weren't immensely grateful for everyone else's support, but you still wanted to here him congratulate you. You strolled towards him, completely maintaining eye contact the whole way. You prayed your legs wouldn't give out as you felt your face grow warmer on instinct. God, you didn't want to embarass yourself but it was all a routine reaction at this point.

When you reached him, you tilted your head and smiled. He smirked and drank you in, holding a beer in his hand. "You happy about it, kid?" He asked. You nodded and began speaking as you straightened your posture. "Yes. Thanks for your help." You said gratefully. "Nah. It was all you, doll." He dismissed before taking a sip of his beer and looking away from you. You clenched your jaw at his non-chalance.

You thought for a moment, unsure how to continue the conversation. "So, you're gonna be teaching Humanities?" You nodded. "That's good. It's important. Kid's these days don't know a thing about what's going on." He said as he shook his head. You laughed at his comment. "Jeez, showing your age a bit aren't you?" You asked. He finally returned his eyes back to you. Although he was squinting with anger, you still felt a flutter of excitement in your chest.

He slowly let his smirk break through. "I'm just saying, that you young people have no idea about the world around you." He continued. "Oh yeah?" You teased him. "Yeah. That little boyfriend of yours isn't the shiniest tool in the shed." He spoke, not an ounce of shame in his voice. "Boyfriend?" You asked with a look of both disgust and confusion. "Fire boy." He commented and in an attempt to hide his jealousy, took yet another sip of his cool beer.

"Pyro? Ew. No." Logan swore he'd never been happier in his life. Granted, he doesn't remember anything past ten years ago, but he still couldn't help the sly grin that overtook his features. "He's just a freak that hangs out with me." You said, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms across your chest. Logan thought you were the one really showing your age now. "Really? He's all over you though." He reasoned.

"Yeah, because he thinks he'll get some." Your comment made him laugh a little louder than he liked. You broke your disgusted expression to smirk at him. You took in his appearance again. Tall and overly muscley, but broken down by your teasing and rude remarks. You liked him better this way, with a small smile over his rugged exterior. "Well then sweetheart, have fun tonight." He says warmly.

If only he knew...

You giggled as the liquid spilled down your chin. Marie laughed at your funny posture as you attempted to prevent it from dripping onto the bed sheets. It would only lead to evidence that would be undeniable in the face of your elders. Storm had already scolded you when she had found you walking around the mansion, reeking of cigarettes. "Oh my god. Stop laughing and get me a tissue!" You squealed at her. She turned and grabbed a box from her bed side table.

You dabbed at the stream of alcohol that was trying to make its way down your neck. "Ugh, I'm so going to get caught." You commented. Marie only giggled more. "Yeah. You reek of Vodka." She laughed. "This is all your fault." You commented, and threw the soaked tissue onto the floor. "No it is not! You were the one who decided to start drinking as I reminded you Bobby froze all of Pyro's stuff last year for Christmas."

You started giggling again at that story again. "I'm sorry but Pyro was trying to melt the stuff with his stupid lighter." You tell and fiddle with the cap of the bottle. "It literally wasn't. I think that's enough for you." She says as she takes away the bottle from you. "Ugh Mom!" You groan jokingly. Marie gives you a judgmental stare as you just smile with innocence.

"Let's go get you some water." She suggests and grabs you arm, helping you up. You pull your arm around her, and try to not put too much of your body weight on her. You did drink a third of the bottle though, so her body is a huge help.

You both stumble down the stairs into the kitchen. The microwave you stared at when you first began talking to logan reads a bright 3:41 to you, and you groan at the thought. You stare into the clean and black reflective surface of the microwave, and awe at all of its multi-functioned buttons before a glass is shoved into your hand. You gulp it down, but also manage to get it all down your chin. In an attempt of a save you lean over the sink, and let the water dribble over the dirty dishes.

Rogue grabs the back of your hair in a pursuit of saving your freshly done curls. She laughs at you as you abandon using a glass at all, and instead use the steady stream of water that flows out of the tap as a source of refreshment. You turn the tap off when you feel complete, but stay hovering over the sink to stop yourself from dripping anymore from your mouth onto the ground.

"What the hell are you two doing?" You here the all to familiar voice of Logan Howlett telling you off. You giggle and turn around from him to wipe your mouth. As you do so, Marie attempts to explain herself. "We're just getting water. She woke up really thirsty." She tried to excuse. You turned and looked him straight in the face, still giddy as before. "Yeah well, hard liquor can do that to you." He said with a low, growly voice. Your eyes widened and you turned to Rogue, her mirroring you.

"Heightened senses." You whispered. "Don't worry, I won't tell." He reassured and walked towards the fridge. He opened it and instead of getting a soda like he usually would, he instead closed the fridge door and turned to you both. "Not unless you give me some." You smiled and started giggling. You grabbed Marie's hand and started your ascend to her room with Logan in tow.

When you go into Rogue's room you realise you forgot you were sitting in a pitch black room before, and as you are first to go in, you turn on the old light. When Marie and Logan come in behind you, you're reminded of the fact that you spilt a good bit everywhere by the horrific stench that permeates from just about every surface in there. "Wow." Logan muses in painful suprise. "Sorry." You saw half-jokingly and make a beeline to the bottle on her bedside table.

You pick it up and accidentally stumble into his arms as you turn, not realising he was invading your personal space. He grabs your arms to stable you, but you sway just from pure tipsy-ness and take longer than necessary to get back to normal. He grabs the bottle out of your hand, and twists the cap off. He tips his head back, and begins draining the bottle. You stare up at his neck muscles as they convulse around the liquid.

Fuck, this room was warm. He drains almost all of the liquid and hands it to Rogue behind you. "Thanks." He says, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Ew." You accidentally say out loud. When he raises his eyebrow at you, it's when you truly realise. You eyes widen and you quickly make a break for the exit. You knew he wasn't actually going to do anything, and either way you wanted to go to bed, but it was bringing you a lot of joy at the idea of him chasing you.

You here him grumble something to Rogue through the walls before see him pop out of the room. He spots you leaning against a wall, biting your lip and pushing your knees over one another. He trails his eyes down your legs, to your socked feet and back up to your shorts. You always wore such short shorts. He slowly makes his way towards you, and stands tall above you. "C'mon sweetheart, time for bed." He says and makes a grab for your arm. You duck him and slip away, giggling with a teasing look on your face.

"I'm not playing, come here." He says, beginning to look annoyed. You morphed into him and copied him, with your hands on your hips. "I'm not playing, come here." You said and began giggling. He clenched his jaw as he stared into his own reflection. It wasn't exactly an easy thing to look at. At the sound of him huffing, you quickly changed back to yourself. "Sorry." You said, but still had a small smile on your face. You complied when he put his arm over your shoulder and directed you down the hall to your room.

[maketheblorbsobrawl]

Round 1 Matchups!

Side A

Angel Devil (Chainsaw Man) VS. Snom (Pokemon)

Ritsu Sakuma (Ensemble Stars) VS. Aang (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

C-3PO (Star Wars) VS. Tohru Honda (Fruits Basket)

Shinji (Neon Genesis Evangelion) VS. Niko (Oneshot)

Miko Tsunade (Danganronpa 52: Despair From The Heart) VS. The Bard/Kiwi (Wandersong)

Nie Huaisang (Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivvaion/Mo Dao Zu Shi) VS. Lazlo Cravensworth (What We Do in the Shadows)

Filbo Fiddlepie (Bugsnax) VS. Douglas Eiffel (Wolf 359 Podcast)

Aren Kuboyasu (The Disasterous Life of Saiki K) VS. Dave Strider (Homestuck)

Jean Valjean (Les Miserables) VS. Cinnabar (Houseki no Kuni)

Sailor Moon (Sailor Moon) VS. Frisk (Undertale)

Pyro (Team Fortress 2) VS. Nona (The Locked Tomb)

Venti (Genshin Impact) VS. SpongeBob (SpongeBob)

Italy (Hetalia) VS. Hugo (OFF)

Mega Man (Mega Man) VS. Alfred Monthank (Death Gate Cycle)

Captain Benjamin “Hawkeye” Pierce (M*A*S*H) VS. Philoctetes (Philoctetes by Sophocles)

Libby Stein-Torres (The Ghost and Molly McGee) VS. Wander (Wander Over Yonder)

Side B

James Maguire (Derry Girls) VS. The Great Sage (Miitopia)

Lofi girl (lo-fi hip hop radio 📚 - beats to relax/study to) VS. Kanatsune Ame (Entropic Float)

Ali Abdul (Squid Game) VS. Shiki Ando (Paradox Live)

Zenitsu Agatsuma (Demon Slayer) VS. Tallulah (QSMP)

Twelfth Doctor (Doctor Who) VS. Randy Jade (Dialtown)

Ralsei (Deltarune) VS. Taako Taco (The Adventure Zone)

Hythlodeus (Final Fantasy XIV) VS. Saul goodman (Better Call Saul)

Burton Guster (Psych) VS. Oda "Odasaku" Sakunosuke (Bungō Stray Dogs)

Sharks (Real Life) VS. Will Byers (Stranger Things)

Vash the Stampede (Trigun) VS. Shigeo "Mob" Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100)

Steven Universe (Steven Universe) VS. Atlas (Cryptid Crush)

Neku Sakuraba (The World Ends With You) VS. Neil Josten (All For The Game)

Hermes (Greek Mythology) VS. Lucas (MOTHER 3)

Noisette (Pizza Tower) VS. Frank “Doc” Dufresne (Red vs. Blue)

X (Mega Man X Series) VS. Elliot Schafer (In Other Lands)

Molly Blyndeff (Epithet Erased) VS. Bilbo Baggins (Lord of the Rings)

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Neco-Arcs Burunya Smut Collection Extravaganza

by PresidentHaise Saved from death itself without any memory of your past life, you awaken to find yourself in quite a predicament. Though you’ve been given new life, the cruel hand of fate has assigned you an unlikely savior who calls themselves “Neco-Arc”, and they’ve made their intentions clear from the get go are as selfish as they could be. With your new life purpose being to make the two-foot abomination as much passive income to fuel their obsession with fast food and gay hentai, you take on the role as Neco-Arc’s involuntary porn star: getting into wacky and life-threatening situations, all so you can rizz up whoever their audience wants you to take them to “Pound Town”. (Still need to add tags along the way. This pornographic fanfic takes placed within Western media only, with a preference for animated characters.) (This story is obliviously NSFW, and I’m open for any requests for characters that fit the criteria above. The more details you write, the more material I have to work with.) Words: 5093, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Five Nights at Freddy's, Team Fortress 2, Marvel (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Teen Titans (Animated Series), Incredibles (Pixar Movies), Big Hero 6 (2014), X-Men - All Media Types, Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Michael Afton, Neco-Arc (Tsukihime), Peter Griffin, Meg Griffin, Lois Griffin, William Afton | Dave Miller, Marge Simpson, Francine Smith, Barbara Gordon, Diana (Wonder Woman), Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley, Raven (Teen Titans), Koriand'r (DCU), Cheetah, Karen Starr | Kara Zor-L, Miss Pauling (Team Fortress 2), Pyro (Team Fortress 2), Disney Animated Characters, Zhanna (Team Fortress 2), Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen, Rouge the Bat, Violet Parr, Helen Parr | Elastigirl, Cass Hamada, Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog), Bruce Wayne, Lyra (She-Hulk), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Nebula (Marvel), Kamala Khan, Carol Danvers, Gamora (Marvel), Gwen Tennyson, Roxanne Wolf (Five Nights at Freddy's) Additional Tags: Shameless Smut, Weird Plot Shit, Lolicon, MILFs, Teenagers, BBW, interracial, male reader - Freeform, POV Second Person, Michael Afton-centric, Belly Kink, Foot Fetish, Blow Jobs, Impregnation, femboy, Celebrities, Porn With Plot, Dirty Talk, Anthropomorphic via https://ift.tt/4GLzJjl