#sleep protector Law

[rea-grimm]

Sleep protector Law

Ever since both of your parents died in the hospital, you hated the place from the bottom of your heart and you had such a fear of them that it even affected your dreams. Ever since then, you've had nightmares about that cursed place. Each subsequent one was worse than the previous one.

It was only a matter of time before you developed insomnia and a fear of sleep. You woke up in tears and refused to go back to sleep. This started to limit you so negatively that you even consulted a psychologist.

Despite all of this and all of their advice, you felt like you were stuck at a dead end. No matter what you tried, nothing helped.

You had no idea how it happened but it all happened too fast. At one point you were relaxing in the garden when you noticed a tall man in a pink shirt, red cap and black coat walking by. He was trying to light a cigarette when he tripped, fell over your fence and still managed to light himself.

Now you were at your house and you were tending to the scratches on his hand. You offered him something to drink to go with it and you two started talking. There was something about him that made you open up to him. It's like you're talking to an old friend.

When you confessed your problem to him, you immediately apologized. You didn't want to burden him.

When you said goodbye, he wanted to somehow repay you for your help. But you insisted that you didn't need anything. You escorted him to the door, and then you returned home.

To your surprise, a black teddy bear in a white cap with black leopard spots was lying on the table. The teddy bear was wearing a yellow hoodie with black sleeves and a smiley face in the centre. Blue pants with the same black spots.

You didn't expect something like this. You sat down in the chair and took the teddy bear in your hands. It was surprisingly soft with pleasant material. Plus it smelled nice. You hugged him and rested your head on him.

He filled you with such peace that your eyes slowly began to close. You decided to take the teddy bear to bed with you.

Already the first night that you had the teddy bear with you, you slept peacefully like a baby. You slept all night and in the morning you could say with peace of mind that it was a full sleep. You couldn't even remember the last time you slept this well.

At first, you were afraid it was going to be another sleepless night, having another nightmare about the hospital. You were running from something. You didn't know what to do, but it filled you with terrible fear and despair. You knew if it caught you it would be the end of you.

You ran down the hall and passed one door after another until you finally reached the corridors. You felt trapped, lost. Your heart was racing, it's a wonder it didn't jump out of your chest.

Out of nowhere, a strange sound echoed down the hall and a pale blue light surrounded you. The nightmares were slowly approaching you when you heard new footsteps from the end of the corridor and saw a shadow holding something long.

“Shambles,” you heard before appearing outside the hospital in the blink of an eye. You were standing on the beach and a yellow submarine could be seen by the pier.

Since then, you have been dreaming about this submarine and its crew more and more often. Her captain, an ice-eyed, black-haired young man in the same outfit as your teddy bear, protected you from nightmares. 

He always simply overpowered them and took you into his submarine where you felt safe. He always made sure you were okay before leaving you with his crew who then took care of the rest of your dream. And even though the captain didn't spend that much time with you, you felt he was always there for you.

As your sleep improved, you also had more zest for life and decided to spice up your shopping today. You went through a few clothing and trinket shops before heading out to just explore IKEA. Look around for some inspiration on how to improve the apartment and perhaps buy something small.

You were just walking through the stuffed animal department when you noticed a young man who reminded you of the captain of your dreams. Although he was standing with his back to you and was wearing a black coat, you would recognize the cap on his head anywhere.

Out of curiosity, you moved closer to him and noticed that he was looking at a stuffed polar bear. You stood up next to him and took one too and looked at it. He was quite cute and wore an orange overall. You looked at the young man out of the corner of your eye and at that moment your eyes met. You immediately looked away.

You heard him chuckle before he put the teddy back in the basket and left. You felt embarrassed that he caught you staring. In the end, you brought home a plush polar bear and another plush penguin with a cap, which had another tiny penguin on its head.

During the same night, you dreamed again about the yellow submarine and the grey-eyed captain. This time, however, the crew had two more members. A polar bear in an orange overall and another person in a cap with a small penguin on it. That night you dreamed of a celebration as the two of them were properly welcomed aboard.

You were even joined by the captain who seemed to be in a good mood. You had the impression that after this you were a bit closer again.

You had planned to cook the fish you bought at the market in the morning. But first, you had to remove the scales and then fillet it. You sharpened your knife to make it go like butter.

However, you didn't expect to be so clumsy. You went to work, but the knife slipped on the fish and cut your hand. You immediately dropped the knife and ran for a towel to cover the wound.

Despite your layman's treatment, that is, the hand was bleeding profusely and you were sure it would need stitches. But you refused to go to the hospital for it. You held your bandaged hand up, wondering what to do. 

You felt helpless. Your fear of hospitals was so great that even if you needed help, you couldn't go there. It felt like tears came to your eyes and your knees buckled.

"I never thought you could hurt yourself like that," said a familiar voice. You turned in surprise to see the captain of the yellow submarine from your dreams.

“Law…” his name slipped out of your mouth and you didn't understand what he was doing there. That you'd lose so much blood that you'd hallucinate?

"Sit down at the table, I won't help you on the ground," he said sternly. You just nodded your head in agreement and obeyed him. Law then sat down across from you and had a medical bag next to him that he used to dispense the necessary items.

For the fact that his voice was cold at first, he took your injured hand surprisingly gently. You watched him treat you with almost bated breath. First, he numbed the wound so it wouldn't hurt you unnecessarily before he cleaned it and started sewing it up.

You couldn't follow that anymore and so you focused your gaze on him. At his eyes, how focused he was on his task.

Once your hand was properly treated, he put his tools back into the case, which he then placed on the ground. You leaned over, but you couldn't see the briefcase anywhere.

"Are you still in pain? " he asked you. You shook your head. "Good. How did you even do that? You should be more careful. What if something more serious happened to you?” he started to scold you.

“Sorry,” you said weakly before hugging him. "Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you. I didn't want to go to the hospital…” and you felt tears forming in your eyes again. You didn't want him to be mad at you. You felt him hug you too.

"Don't cry. I just want you to be safe," he said much more gently. That gave you the courage to look up at him. A fleeting smile played on his lips now before he wiped the tears from your face with his fingers.

Before you could answer him, he leaned closer to you and captured your lips in a kiss. Now you felt like you were in a dream. In a dream, you didn't want to wake up from.

Law Masterlist

Sleep Protector Masterlist

[bi-writes]

i'm a big fan of your writing! can i ask what made simon want to mail order a bride in the first place? thanks <3

mail-order bride

he's tired of staring across his dinner table and seeing nothing but empty space.

it isn't something he had thought about in the before. he's spent a long time shifting between different cots, collecting sand from faraway places and counting the bodies he dropped with tally marks against his boots.

there's a picture he keeps tucked into his vest, but he won't take it out. it sits heavy there, an invisible wall between himself and the outside world, a reality that he chooses not to believe. if he doesn't look at them, he won't think of them, and if he doesn't think of them, maybe he can pretend they were never even real.

they all have something outside of here. his sergeants are too pretty and too outgoing to stick around; they're social butterflies, and simon has seen the shuffle of pictures of some pretty girl that gaz can't stop staring at, and soap never shuts up--whenever they have a signal, he's somehow got a phone call with his cousin's stepfather's little sister, or it's his second cousin's brother-in-law's birthday, and he's got to wish him well since he missed his art exhibition last month.

even price has a pale circular shadow that is stained onto his ring finger.

it's not his fault, is it? it's not his fault he was dealt the worst fucking hand. it wasn't his fault he was born already two feet into the grave; it couldn't have been his fault that he can only get a good night's sleep when there's screaming in one ear or the rattle of a battlefield over his head.

it isn't his fault. it isn't his fault. it isn't his fault.

the cigarettes taste bland today. they're old, stale, and he can taste the bitterness already, but he lights it anyways, flicking ash into the ground, scrunching his nose until he gets used to the bite of it.

there's a shadow at his side, and he turns to snap at them, assuming it's johnny and his incessant nagging, but he holds his tongue when he realizes it's his captain.

he's got a warm cigar in one hand, and he leans against the concrete wall beside him, sighing deep, the kind of pensive weight that only a captain can bear.

price looks tired. he needs to go home.

"boys invited y'out, didn't they?" price asks, and simon chuckles lowly.

"'m olready 'ome," simon murmurs. "'n i can get piss drunk oll on my own 'ere."

price shrugs.

"ya haven't taken leave since you joined my team, simon," he says low. "can't have that. you know it."

simon shrugs.

"can try and make me go," simon tells him. "but y'know i won't leave."

"i'm not asking, simon," price says firmly. "'m telling."

"doesn't matter," simon takes a long drag of the cigarette, holding it in for a second too long before letting it out slow. "got nowhere ta go."

his captain is not blind. simon's on a one-way road, and the end of it stops at the end of someone else's gun. men like simon, the ones who have nothing to lose, they're dangerous. they clear rooms outnumbered thirty to one because no one thinks they can. they hit targets from thousands of yards away because it's the only place that never changes. they kill and sleep peacefully because the blood of a stranger is far cleaner than that of someone they know, of someone they love.

they'll never leave because war is familiar. they don't want to go home because home isn't something they know. they're nomads, taking with them only what they can carry, because the rest is baggage and an emotional weight that they aren't strong enough to carry.

but it doesn't mean men like simon don't want. it doesn't mean they don't wish for more. it doesn't mean they don't think about using their teeth for something other than baring them to show their dominance, their aggression, their insecurity.

simon's a protector. the way he shoves his men behind him says so. the steadiness of his voice over comms when the op goes to shit. the ease of his hand when he ties a tourniquet. the split second that simon never wastes, the way he uses his body as armor and the look he gives his men when they're scared. simon's died twice before, and the look in his eyes tells them that this isn't it, that this isn't death, because he'd fucking know--he'd recognize it if he saw it.

simon's unrelenting. his past, his trauma, it's tried to beat him into a shape that will bend and snap, but its obvious simon is not made of lead--fuck, he's an entire block of unmovable steel. he does not give when compressed, he does not crack when the strength of him is tested. simon's fought too hard to live to let a gun terrify him, he's endured too much torture to flinch when someone sinks a blade into his chest.

but he knows, simon knows, that there is something missing. he fought hard to live, but for what? he's endured, but what the fuck is there when he lays his head down at night?

simon's a lover. he tries so hard to convince himself that he's always been this way--alone, drifting, lost, but it's a lie. simon knows what it's like to want. he knows what it's like to look into a crowd and hope you see a familiar face. he understands wanting to pull that string taut, but he also understands what it can do to you. what it can take from you.

he understands what you can never get back.

he thinks this is a bad idea. he crumples the note paper in his hand that had the address scribbled onto it, tearing it, staring up at the house in front of him. it's quaint, a lovely little house in the outskirts of london, with a red chimney and overturned planters in the yard. there's a weathered wooden door, a porch step that needs fixing, and when he kicks open the door, he grimaces seeing a carpet that need's replacing.

"the fuck am i doin' 'ere?" he whispers to himself, sliding his mask off, running a hand over his face. his heart is pounding, but he's not sure why, but he catches his reflection in the window. what looks back at him terrifies him--he can't do this.

he makes his way back outside, rummaging through his pockets for a cigarette. he takes a seat on the steps, lighting it, and as he takes his first frantic drag, he sees the torn pages of the note still on the ground. he picks up one end of it, running his thumb over the crumpled paper there, smudging the pencil scribble there.

she needs you

it's written in price's ugly handwriting, letters all tilted to the side and barely legible, but he still can read what price didn't write--and you need her.

but simon doesn't need anyone. he barely needs himself, barely can take care of himself. this won't help him--he can't help anyone, he isn't the kind that can be this kind of thing for anyone. he's stayed in the service because at least this way, he can die with honor, he can prove them all wrong, he can at least be remembered for what he could do and not by what was done to him.

his touch is ice. his heart is buried too deep under his ribs; no one has seen it since he could finally register a memory. his face, the skin he wears--he's not a pretty man, he's a forgettable one. he isn't gentle, he isn't capable of it. he can't forgive. he's so quick to anger, likes to snap his teeth, and he cannot be the kind of thing that they all expect him to be.

he does not love himself. he will not love himself. so he cannot love another.

there is a certain kind of satisfaction he feels when he fixes the porch step. once abandoned, once a nuisance, and now it functions as intended. he feels the same kind of thing when he rips up the stained carpet, and he feels it again when he watches the seeds of the thyme leaves grow as they rest in a pot above the sink.

things once forgotten serve a purpose. with effort, they can be used again. they don't have to be replaced, they can be open anew, they can live again and breathe deeper and see through the lens of a different perspective.

when you climb the porch steps the first time, he thinks about the board that doesn't wobble any longer. when the door shuts behind you for the first time and you take off your boots, he thinks about the new carpet that warms your toes now.

and when you lay next to him for the first time, under the covers of the bed he's made, he reaches over and slips a few fingers around your wrist, thumbing at the base of it and swallowing hard when he feels the pulse of your heartbeat. it beats, warm and steady, to a beat familiar, one he knows. his heart has not been hiding under thick bone and the tar of his own blood.

it's here now. under your skin. and now it's home.

[windvexer]

Crafts of the Witch Useful to Learn

Welcome to December 25th, here's some stuff about witchcraft to think about because you're on your phone looking for a distraction :)

So anyway here's stuff that's really useful to learn how to do before you actually need it because putting it all together for the first time on game day is stressful.

Creation and Desecration of a Poppet

A poppet is a deeply sympathetic representation of someone or something (usually another person).

According to the law of sympathy, whatever you do to the poppet will happen to the person it represents. You could cleanse and bless it, or smite it.

Poppets can be made in a wide variety of ways, from paper dolls, to clay figurines, to crocheted stuffies - anything you like. They also must be worked over magically to link them to their target.

The most ideal poppet is decorated to look very similar to the thing it represents, and is imbued with a taglock (such as hair, nail clippings, footprint dust, etc).

Learning Prompts:

The handicraft of creating the poppet - start with any arts and crafts you're interested in and see if they'll work for you

Practice making several poppets - you do not need to consecrate them. How easy is it for you to decorate it just like the real person? How easy is it for you to include taglocks?

Find a disposal plan. ""Voodoo dolls"" are steeped in public awareness; will it be safe for you to throw away the poppet in the trash when you're done with it?

Consecration or enlivening poppet as target. Find or develop a ritual to fill the poppet with magical life so that it becomes the target. Practice this once or twice (perhaps on a poppet of yourself, to cast blessings or prosperity magic on yourself)

Desecration or severing link. Find or develop a ritual to end the sympathetic link between the poppet and its target. Practice this once or twice.

Storage and tending of enlivened poppets. They are alive and they act like it. If you intend to have poppets sitting around for long-term spells or to use as-needed, you will need a system of storing them so that they "go to sleep" and remain undisturbed until you need them.

Consecration, In General

Here I mean "consecration" to be an act of magic which anoints an object as sacred unto a purpose, and therefore primed for magical use. In crude terms: you're making an object magical and giving it a purpose at the same time.

Consecration is a very useful thing to know how to do. In and of itself it can form a kind of minor enchantment (I consecrate this mug of oolong tea to be a potion of survival +1), but it can also prepare the way for powerful enchantments (I consecrate this ring to become a divine protector, ready to receive the powerful enchantment I soon cast upon it).

Learning Prompts:

Find or create a minor consecration spell which can be cast in under a minute. Strive to obtain one which is covert and can be done even in the presence of others. (Perhaps we could call this a 'cantrip'). Such a spell tends to be suitable for moving fate a few degrees over, or to dig a shallow pool in the tides of reality.

Find or create a hefty consecration spell. Consider what abilities or access you have that allows you to redefine the fate and purpose of an object. Contemplation of this spell can provide great insight into one's own belief and path. Such a spell may completely reorient fate, and carve new channels into the waterways of reality.

Practice minor consecrations on 5 different types of objects. Consecrating the tea, that's easy - stir it a few times. But how to consecrate a hairbrush? How to consecrate a mirror?

Practice major consecration twice, unto two very different domains. Perhaps a pepper oil of fiery smiting, and a crystal bracelet of deep soothing. This is an opportunity to compare and contrast the powers you raise when you work within different domains.

Desecration, In General; and Spell Reversal

To make profane; as in, to remove the magic from something and make it no more than a lump of physical matter, or a meaningless event like scattered dust on the winds of fate.

In my opinion, all witches should learn this - "don't raise up what you can't put down" also includes "don't enchant shit if you don't know how to undo enchantments."

To know how to nullify magic also means you can nullify unwanted and harmful things around you, and take the force and energy out of them.

Learning Prompts:

Find or create a minor desecration spell, one that you can cast on the fly and without tools or ingredients. Such a spell may be like a slapping a broom on a dusty rug; it will shake free things not tightly held.

Find or create a major desecration spell. Such a spell is like steam cleaning and shampooing a rug; it must remove every particle of magic and leave nothing behind but stripped fibers.

Practice minor desecrations 5 times in day-to-day life, targeting stank vibes and irritating situations that do not serve you.

Practice minor consecrations and desecrations 5 times by consecrating a stone, candle, etc., unto a magical purpose, and then removing the consecration.

Find an opportunity to cast a major desecration, which you may find the opportunity to do the next time the need for banishment comes up; or when sorting through old magical tools you no longer need, etc.

Find or create a solid spell reversal, one that you can use without having to have physical spell remnants on hand. Note that reverse to sender is not the same as nullifying your own magic.

Binding Divination Tools to Veracity, and Sundry Divination Management

Or if you like, binding veracity to divination tools. Binding is not baneful magic. Binding means to attach one thing to another thing, or to prevent something from being ways.

You can cast a binding on your divination tools to constrain them to only tell the truth, to truly peer beyond the veil, and only deliver what it can see; and never reflect your personal whims.

There's plenty of magic you can cast for your divinatory tools to make your life easier.

Prepare a binding spell to constrain a divination tool to only reflect the kind of truth you want. Do you want a tarot deck to only show your true state of mind? Do you want a set of runes to only read the will of the gods? Do you want your charm set to only read on the future, and not the past?

Find or create a protection spell to stop undue influence on a divination tool. This does not mean "evil spirits are manipulating your reading." Undue influence also means the strong emotions of querents, random psychic garbage, and the like; but it can also have an impact on the way you phrase questions and work with the tool itself.

Find or create a spell to enchant your tool as a magical seer/oracle. You can use a tarot deck out of the box, of course. You can also enchant it to be a magical object that obtains truth from mystical sources. Try it and see if you like the difference.

Find or create a charging ritual to revitalize your divination tools. This is a good opportunity to examine elemental energies; what kinds of energies are best suited to the purposes of divination and seeing beyond? The full moon is classically used for such purposes. Challenge yourself to recharge your divination tools once a month for 3 months, and see if you like the difference.

Blessing, In General

You have the power to generate and coalesce benevolent and helpful energies, and to distribute them into the world around you. You can bless anything you like, and perhaps the more the merrier; it's a very fine way to transform a space, and put love into the world.

Try considering blessings to have 2 parts; the first is to evoke a desirable force, and the second is to apply the force in a certain way: You could evoke the winter dawn as a blessing power, and then ask it to do something specific (provide a calm day, to make wise choices, to avoid bad traffic, etc).

Write your own minor blessing spell that you can perform in a minute or less. Try centering this blessing around a wonderful and benevolent force, whether it be a certain god, mushrooms, unconditional love, and so forth.

Write a separate minor blessing spell using a very different focus. Try the deep blue calming waters of the deep ocean, or the sprightly breezes of alpine hills, or the feeling of the first sip of a perfect bowl of soup; but make it have really different vibes from the first blessing.

Practice both minor blessings and see the difference. Challenge yourself to use each blessing cantrip 5 times. Try clustering the blessings to fill a space with that kind of energy (such as five items on desk blessed under the alpine breeze, and five items in the bathroom blessed under the deep ocean). Can you feel a difference in the spaces as you move in and out of them?

Write a major blessing using the various benevolent and lovely powers of your practice. This is another good opportunity to explore your practice. When you are in need of love, kindness, grace, and softness, what part of your path rises to meet your needs?

The Big Practice

Consecrate a poppet unto yourself. Bind and enchant a divination tool to be a powerful oracle of truth, and read on the most helpful equipment the poppet needs (RPG style: weapon, armor, familiar, potion?).

Whatever the answer, make a tiny container spell which serves the purpose. Consecrate it to be the tool that the poppet (you) needs.

Give the enchanted container spell to the poppet and cast a blessing on it, to be empowered with the new tool it has been granted in life.

Carefully store the poppet and its tool.

Periodically, perhaps between 1 to 6 times a year, recharge your divination tool and discern what new tools the poppet might need. Desecrate the old tool if you need to (or let them stack up), and consecrate new tools.

Keep the poppet and its tools for as long as you like, carefully severing the link between yourself and it when you're done with it.

[bejeweledblondie]

Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcannons

A/N: these are loosely inspired from real life experiences I’ve had living on a military base, these men have a on & off switch it’s crazy

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F! Reader

Warnings: NSFW

• Simon first saw you while he was in the States for a training exercise, he was out at one of the local bars with some of the other soldiers he was with

• Soap had actually asked for your number first & since he was so intoxicated you turned him down

• Simon apologized for Soap & that’s how you met

• he did have a heart attack when he found out there was a bit of a age gap between you two but quickly got over it when he realized how mature you were

• it was a long distance relationship at first (from personal experience it sucks in the beginning)

• there were times when he couldn’t talk due to the risk of potentially exposing his teams location so you had to write letters every now & then

• you cried constantly whenever you saw some horrific news in the paper about what was going on overseas, the anxiety was awful

• but when he returned the reunions were euphoric

• you have a bottle of his cologne & aftershave so you can always feel close to him

• and you’d spray your perfume on the letters you sent so he couldn’t always smell the paper when he was missing you

• it took him sometime to open up to you about what had happened to him in his past, & your respected that

• when he first met your family, he was shocked by all the support he had received from them

• he asked your parents to marry you the first time he met them & showed them the ring too (ofc they said yes)

• he proposed to you in private after a nice dinner, he got choked up during the proposal

• your dad specifically was elated, he got to brag at how bad ass his son in law is

• your mom if she’s a teacher, had her entire class send cards, candy, anything they’d need in care packages Soap nearly cried when he opened the sweetest letter from a little girl (this actually happened irl my mom’s class did this & one guy got really choked up)

• Simon always would be your fiercest protector

• since he’s like an freakin tree he will guide your head with his bear paw of a hand in crowds

•he CANNOT sit with his back facing the door it stresses him out

•this man is strapped 24/7 whether that be a knife, bear spray etc. he’s ready

•he has a trauma kit in his car because “you never know”

•Simon is 1000% one of those apocalypse preppers you have freeze dried food, medicine, water, etc. he’s always on edge

• he sleeps with a damn rifle next to y’all’s bed

• you have a whole security system too

• your guy’s apartment is impeccable like you could eat off of the floor

• hell your guy’s bed has damn hospital corners

• Simon adopted a cat so you don’t feel as lonely when he’s deployed

• He’s your chonky boy & you do send plenty of photos to Simon when he’s deployed

• Gaz & Soap tease him about him living his “cat dad” life

• you start trying for a baby two years into your marriage

• Simon does fall victim to the “curse of the infantry” (which is not a negative thing btw it’s a running joke that infantry soldiers have all daughters) he makes girls

• he was deployed during your pregnancy & was worried sick he nearly missed the birth of your daughter

• that little girl is the most well protected baby in the whole world, the Task Force gifted him not just baby stuff but damn security for the nursery

• He watches your baby from his phone in the nursery on deployment, he was silently crying once when he was watching you sing a lullaby to your baby girl

•Price had to comfort him father to father

•In reality Simon has a very hard cold exterior at work for the sake of keeping his mental health for the profession he’s in but deep down he’s always held a soft spot & your relationship just brings it out

✨NSFW ✨

• there is a big size difference between you two & it drives him insane

• the first time y’all had together he didn’t want to break you in half

• when he returns from deployment y’all go at it like rabbits for multiple rounds, your poor pussy was so sore afterwards

• has a massive corruption & daddy kink

• he’s an ass man I don’t make the rules here so any position where your ass if the focal point is his favorite

• y’all have made so many sex tapes for him when he’s deployed, he has a whole folder on his phone & jerks off to them in the bathroom or the porta potty (it’s a canon event, trust me) to them

• he lets your cockwarm him constantly when you’re on the couch, when he’s working, hell y’all had even fallen asleep like that

• I know people say he has a Prince Albert piercing but alas per army regulation that is safety risk I think it’s more likely he’d use a cock ring on you

• during a military ball you two snuck off & fucked in a supply closet

• he couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel room after seeing you in your gown, it was red his favorite color

• and he just looked so fucking good in his dress uniform, that was the night you totally conceived your baby girl

• he groans into your ear when he cums & he’ll use his body to just eclipse yours

• “one more baby girl” & “c’mon pretty girl use your words tell me what you want”

• is a sucker for babydoll lingerie it brings your innocence & triggers his corruption kink

• moral of the story Simon Riley fucks

[thenightwolf51]

"Danny was born a Wayne" AU except he's Bruce's grand uncle. The result of a one time drunken affair, shortly before Kenneth Wayne's death, to a young unmarried woman who gave the baby up for adoption.

(Whether the Fenton's, and therefore Amity, were just ahead of their times or the DC timeline is shifted a bit so that DP happens in its cannon era is up to you. Dealers choice, though now that i know about her i just love badass widowed prohibition leader Laura Elizabeth Wayne)

Danny grows up knowing hes adopted and loved by the Fentons but something (dealer's choice) happens and he loses his family and friends (maybe the whole town goes too?). In an attempt to avoid a Dan situation he flees into the Infinite Realm and doesn't stop.

He just wanders, time passes in its weird Realms way, not that Danny truly notices. A protector spirit thats lossed everything it protected. Its a wonder he doesn't fade and he actually might've if it wasn't for his human side.

But its a tug at his core that brings him from his near catatonic wandering. Gone before he can even understand it but enough to shake him back to himself. Enough to know that hes nowhere near ready to go anywhere familiar so he continues on, his wandering no less pointless but at least he's aware again.

What feels like a relatively short time later he gets another tug, and this time he manages to follow it.

He follows it invisibly through a natural portal that drops him somewhere in New Jersey and all the way to a fancy hospital room in the gloomiest city he's ever seen.

In there he sees his half brother Patrick Wayne, though he wont figure out their connection for a few more years, holding little Agatha. She's adorable in her little dress and pigtails and her sweet face causes that familiar tug he recognizes from what must have been six years ago given the girls age.

Then a nurse comes in and hands a little bundle to what must be the mother (whos name i cant find) and Danny takes one look at the little core tugger who brought him here and just melts. Even without knowing yet that this is his last remaining family, his instincts latch on and he vows to protect and care for the Waynes.

And he does.

He finds his forgetful brother's documents and keeps Aggy company when everyone else is busy and soothes baby Thomas so his poor sister-in-law can get some more sleep. He ices fevers and bruised knees and helps on later games of hide and seek.

He very rarely becomes visible and only to the children. His grief over the Fenton's convinces him its better to protect his new family from the shadows.

Danny explores every inch of the manor, including secret passages and an underground cave system. He claims a forgotten room in the back of the attic as his own, which over the years fill up with knickknacks, heirlooms, and pictures of the family. Even a gift or two from Agatha, who hadn't stopped believing in their shadowy guardian like her brother did when Danny felt they were too old to see him without drawing suspicion.

The manor becomes his haunt and he always knows where each family member is within it. And when any guests have some no good intentions.

And when baby Bruce is born tugging at his core and with the bluest little eyes, he welcomes the fussy little thing. And makes sure dear Martha never knows just how fussy baby Bruce really is, otherwise she might've never had a full nights sleep.

Danny blames himself for not being there when Thomas and Martha die, and promises to never leave Bruces side, practically becoming the boy's living shadow. Watching over him as he gets older, secretly aiding him in his training. Danny feels a bit of pride when Bruce takes some inspiration from the old stories Thomas told him of the shadowy Wayne family protector when creating his Batman identity, glad his nephew still remembers him even if he hasn't shown himself since the now young man was six.

Danny continues to protect and care for the family in a variety of ways over the years even as the family grows.

Lightening Alfred's workload, softening Dick's falls, calming Jason's temper both pre and post pit, hiding Tim's coffee when the boy hasn't slept in far too long, providing plenty of shadows and hiding nooks for Cass, helping Damian hide the litter of kittens he found.

And no one seems to know he's there, except maybe Cass and he's pretty sure Alfred has been know since he first started working for the family. No one knows, that is, until Duke Thomas moves in and lookes right at him watching invisibly from the sidelines.

(@omnicrafts @dcxdpdabbles @hdgnj @ailithnight @nelkcats @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 i dont know, the main point of all this is that Danny's been protecting the Wayne family for decades and no one, except maybe Alfred, knew until Duke moved in)

[grandline-fics]

Unconscious Protector

DESCRIPTION: When you suddenly lose consciousness 

WARNINGS: Descriptions of fainting and sleep walking

CHARACTERS: Sabo, Killer, Marco | Luffy, Zoro | Law, Sanji, Ace

WORDS: 2,247

A/N: Here's another part for this prompt that you guys voted for my belated birthday and 2k follower milestone event. I'll probably do another one of these with other characters at some stage but I hope you all enjoy this version with these characters.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

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SABO

When Sabo needed a sparring partner there was no-one he sought out more than you. You both made it gruelling and challenging but also fun in equal measure. Your sparring sessions could last as long as you both could stand or until someone else came along in need of either of you for a meeting or a mission. Some people would have called your long bouts impressive which he’d agree with. But when they’d call it excessive, Sabo would disagree. Because of the busy schedules you both had and missions now taking you both longer and further away from the base it meant the sparring was really the only opportunity he had to make spending time with you plausible without fearing a rejection had he just asked you out like a normal person.  

Sabo walked through the base, his eyes searching and bright as he looked for you. He slid to a halt and whipped his head to the side when he finally spotted you out of the corner of his eye. Excited he turned towards you and called out your name, grinning when you immediately turned and beamed when you smiled at him in greeting. When he approached, his grin hardened and he closed the distance, throwing his arm out which you managed to block with your forearm. Obviously he wasn’t going at full strength or speed and neither were you. At this point it could be compared to two normal people saying ‘hello’ but then again, you and Sabo’s relationship never could be defined as normal. 

You never could say no to Sabo and his requests to train. It was how you could selfishly have alone time with him. Most of the time the sparring sessions were more fun than gruelling and you didn’t realise you’d been training until you felt the effects the next day. Now had you used your brain a little more instead of thinking about your crush on the Chief of Staff you should have declined this sparring session because you were already exhausted having just returned from a mission. You should have just done the smart thing and said 'maybe tomorrow’ or even 'maybe later’ instead you all but raced him to the training room. Now you were truly suffering for you lack of thought. Attacks you could have avoided with ease took greater focus than normal. You were still holding your own but now you could feel the extra weight on your limbs and noticed the sting in your eyes. The exhaustion was mounting but you still couldn’t bring yourself to stop sparring.    

Sabo caught your wrist when your threw a very obvious attack at him. Quickly he spun to knock you to the floor but his confident smirk feel into a horrified expression as your body went slack and eyes fell closed, unconscious before you’d even hit the floor. Frightened for a moment he’d went too far even though he knew you’d both fought each other with more ferocity in the past, Sabo quickly checked you over, desperate to make sure he hadn’t actually hurt you. When he was assure by his own observation that you’d just fallen asleep he finally let out the breath he’d been holding and slowly lay down to settle beside you on the training mats. He wasn’t going to count this as a win in the long running and very balanced tally of wins and loses between your spars.

Instead he tucked a hand behind his head and closed his eyes. If anyone came by they’d just think the two of you were both relaxing together. Sabo also used the time to let his own body unwind, realising that maybe he was putting his own body under too much strain too, it would’t have been good if he fainted in the middle of training too. Silently he was grateful no one was around to see this and was able to enjoy spending the chance to rest peacefully alongside you. Now Sabo began to think of other ways he could spend time with you. 

KILLER

The Victoria Punk was always loud and energetic. On days when the crew were navigating fierce storms and engaged in explosive battles, it followed the same code as it did when things were peaceful and fun; the louder the better. For two days straight you and the rest of the Kid Pirates sailed through one of the worst storms you’d encountered in a long while, yelling out to each other and shouting acknowledgement to Kid and Killer as you hurried through the rain and crashing lightning and rolling thunder that you’d heard their orders. Then came the explosions of canons and gun fire when a Marine ship appeared through the darkness and heavy veil of rain, launching their attack when they thought your crew’s attention was distracted by the weather but they soon learned the chaos was what you all thrived on and met the challenge with wide grins and drawn weapons. 

The Marines engaged with you were relentless, you’d give them that much but ultimately they were overconfident and their weaknesses could be exploited by you and the others with ease. When the storm died, so did the fight, the Kid Pirates the victors over both encounters and your cheers filled the air as the night skies cleared. Now that the waters were calmed the only thing on all of your minds now was the thought of an all out celebration. With everyone’s duties completed, you all cleared room on the deck and dragged out the barrels and bottles of booze and anything that was or could loosely resemble something to sit on. As the ship’s doctor you had to tend to those hurt-with thankfully just minor injuries- from both the storm and fight and were last to find somewhere to sit. You grabbed your drink and scanned the area already loud and infectiously in good spirits. Your gaze zeroed in on a spot and you closed the distance, sitting down on the deck and settling your back against Killer’s leg. 

Beneath his mask, Killer briefly glanced to see who was using him as an improvised support and couldn’t help but tense slightly to see it was you. You and Killer had a casual back and forth with each other. A flirty comment here, an affectionate touch there. Never anything heated, usually just the brush of fingers against the other when helping out in the ship’s duties or a brief placing of a hand on the other when either of you needed to get by in the usually bustling and hectic hallways and deck. Killer usually favoured his hand on your lower back and you favoured your hand on his upper arm. For you to settle against him shouldn’t have been a surprise or anything new by comparison but still Killer couldn’t help but be aware of your presence. Even while you were talking away to Wire and he joked with Killer it was hard to fully ignore how effortlessly comfortable it was.

Further into the night, you shifted slightly to get more comfortable, lounging back instead of just sitting, and lay your head back while you continued the conversations. The second you adjusted though, Killer’s hand instinctively settled against the back of your head; keeping you in your comfortable position and began to absently play with your hair. Kid faltered mid-sentence with his second-in command to glance briefly down to see you had already all but melted into Killer’s touch, your eyes growing heavier as you tried to focus on your conversation. Unfortunately in a matter of seconds you were out like a light and your nearly empty mug dropped with a dull thunk which caught Killer’s attention your way. 

Across the deck two other crew members burst out into loud laughter at their own conversation causing you you stir slightly. Swiftly Killer grabbed an empty bottle and threw it at their feet with precision that ensured they wouldn’t get hurt but definitely caught their attention. Nervously they looked towards their vice-captain who rose a finger to his mask in a clear signal to shush. Effectively everyone on board lowered their voices to a more respectable level which for anyone else would still be pretty loud but so long as you continued to sleep soundly, your unintentional guard dog of the night was content.

MARCO

Everything was calm on the Moby Dick as it usually was. As an Emperor’s ship as noticeable as his, practically everyone with any sense in their skulls left Whitebeard well enough alone. Night watches were merely a formality and mostly to keep an eye out in case a freak storm hit or another Emperor felt inclined to cause trouble out of boredom. Marco used the quiet of night to go over his medical stock and see to any last minute tasks that he couldn’t get to when the ship was rowdy in the day. In the middle of writing his list of what medicines and ingredients he needed to replenish, Marco stifled a small yawn. 

Not wanting to stop and leave the remainder of his duty for another night he decided instead to pause and go to the ship’s kitchen. As much as he tried to avoid drinking coffee after a certain time of the day he knew the caffeine would help. When he stepped out onto the deck he heard a yelp from above and lazily glanced up to see one of the younger and newer additions to the crew peer out over the top of the crow’s nest. They let out a shaky sigh of relief to see it was just Marco staring up at them blankly. “What’s wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost-yoi.”

“I did!” The crewmate hissed, casting a nervous glance out onto the large ship’s deck. Marco tilted his head curiously and looked around the darkened deck. The moon was completely shrouded in cloud so the lack of light and chill in the air could be eerie to some, easy to let the mind play tricks on itself at this hour especially when alone. The pirate in the Crow’s Nest could feel Marco’s skepticism and bristled defensively. “I know what I saw! You have the powers of a mythical creature, you can't tell me ghosts don’t exist!”

“Didn’t say they didn’t” Marco chuckled with a lazy shrug. He’d seen enough strange and crazy things on these seas to encourage an open mind even after all of these years. Still though, a ghost on the ship was a new one. Holding back a yawn, Marco stretched his arms out and smiled calmly. “I’ll take a look around. If you see the ghost, just call okay?”

Without waiting for the response, Marco continued towards the kitchen, pausing by the door when he heard a faint creak against the floorboards. Slowly Marco looked behind him and around the corner seeing there was no-one there. Letting out a small chuckle, he shook his head and pressed inside only to suppress the curse in his throat and hold back the urge to jump in shock when the outline of a person was standing in the corner of kitchen. Flicking on the light Marco let out a small breath to see that it was you. “You’re playing the long game waiting in here and trying to scare someone-yoi.“ He teased lightly only to become concerned when you didn’t respond. Instead you remained in the corner. “Hey, you okay?”

Marco approached slowly and only saw now that you were asleep, eyes heavy lidded as you stared emptily at the wall. Now he saw you were sleep walking. Knowing better than to wake you, Marco approached carefully and gently set his hand against your wrist, lightly coaxing you to turn.

“Time for bed.” He instructed softly, smiling when you seemed to react enough to his words. Slowly you walked towards the door and Marco could see now why your movements could have been mistaken for a ghost on board. Marco’s smile twitched when you made the wrong turn after leaving the kitchen, needing him to softly redirect you with another subtle touch which thankfully set you on the right route. “There we go.”

For the entirety of the confusing, winding and slow paced journey you took through the ship Marco remained your vigilant protector. In your sleep induced state you seemed determined to veer in every wrong direction, even getting close to walking straight into one of the canons and potentially hurting yourself which you would have had Marco not been there to stop you. Finally he managed to help you into your sleeping quarters and assisted you into your bed, your body relaxing instantly. Exhausted Marco rubbed his eyes and headed straight for his own bed, managing to catch a couple hours sleep before the sun rose. 

As expected you had no memory of your sleepwalking adventure but approached him at breakfast with a bright smile. “Wanna hear what I dreamt about last night?”

“This should be good.” Marco grinned, unable to be in a low mood when you smiled at him like that.

“Dreamt I was lost in a maze.” You began. “No matter which way I went I just couldn’t get out. Next thing I knew, you were there and rescued me. Guess I can always count on you to help me out.” At that Marco’s smile grew. 

“Always.”

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Introduction to Platonic Yandere! Superman...? [New Character for Request Unlocked: Yandere! Superman]

There's such a thing as hypocrisy, in the way that police officers will turn a blind eye to their peers' brutality and the way political officials will see the money being handed off underneath tables and turn a blind eye. Protector's turned abusers and servants turned benefactors. The world's corruption runs deep and even those who hold themselves to the highest regard are not exempt from the poison of it. It's just too intoxicating.

— Yandere! Batfam is NOT exempt from this cruel law of nature, no matter how hard they try not to stray from the path of the good and righteous. They crack underneath the pressure of their obsession with you, feed off of each other's own delusions, and unanimously agree that this is true and right, even if society sees it as wrong.

— Yandere! Batfam is good at evading an audience. If they don't want to be seen, they won't be. It's as simple as that. Their power and fame are to be used by them, for their goals, not the prying eye and gossiping tongues of the media.

— Yandere! Batfam doesn't lose a wink of sleep at night about your safety within the manor or how the world may view the situation at hand— how closely it could be misunderstood as a kidnapping, ruining their lives and risking Gotham's safety.

— Yandere! Batfam is secure, just as safe as the massive manor they keep you locked up in. It would take something, someone truly unstoppable to break through their defenses.

— Superman makes quick work of it on an odd Sunday afternoon when he finds you trying to shimmy the lock to the Batcave. He stands behind you for a second, watching the thin hairclip do a sorry job, bending and twisting, while he's trying to recount all of the kids Bruce had taken in over the years.

— Superman even puts a hand up, counting out on his hands. Since when was there another? Was there another? He'd never seen you out on patrol with the Bat and he seemed to love endangering orphans.

— Superman, too caught up in his own thoughts, forgets to even lower himself to the ground like a human would. Instead, he hovers there, a massive form even more imposing when you turn and see him. Would it have been worse for Bruce to find you or Superman?!

— "Couldn't bother to Youtube this beforehand?" There is a small grin on his face. He wouldn't be threatened by such a little thing, especially when you look so scared yourself.

— Superman believes you when you scramble to explain your situation, clinging desperately to him like he was a lifeline. Your hero— he likes the sound of that. Except Superman doesn't believe you completely. At first, he thinks there might be something wrong with you.

— Superman leads you to sit, nodding and patting your shoulder as his eyes rove over you. He's searching, ruling out as much as he can. You don't seem intoxicated, you don't seem like you've sustained a head injury...

— Superman isn't a spy. Or, at least he isn't most of the time. He broke into the Wayne Manor in search of Batman and had made no effort to be subtle about it. The alarms had been set off; his great accomplishment was getting inside in the first place.

— Yandere! Batfam was alerted the moment it happened, each one getting the highest-graded emergency alert for the otherwise silent alarm in the manor. They nearly lose themselves in a panic.

— Superman can only start to make sense of the situation when he's looking down the barrel of a shotgun. Alfred Pennyworth, armed and ready, gives him the kindest and most cordial of smiles as he lowers the gun and makes a quip about using the front door. Alfred is as lethal as a neurotoxin, inducing fatal type paralysis. So few can escape his charm, being lulled into a sense of security and trust.

— Yandere! Batfam nearly breaks the door down when they get there, Bruce and one of his heathens, armed and pointing a katana, followed by another and then two more. It's a mess, really. Once one puts their guard down, realizing who it is, another one comes in ready to kick some ass. Eventually, it all settles but the small one with a katana never lowers his blade >:))

— It doesn't take Superman long to figure out just how pissed off Yandere! Batfam is, especially Yandere! Bruce Wayne. Even with his weapons put back away, he looks like he would half the mind to jump him. But, behind that normal annoyance and passive-aggressive remarks Clark is used to getting from Batman, there's something else. For the first time in his life, Superman thinks he sees Batman anxious. 

—  Superman is scolded. Dick Grayson pulls you from underneath his grasp and his wing instead. This is your only chance, though, God be damned the repercussions you'll suffer later if it doesn't work. You struggle, you cry. "They've kidnapped me!" An awkward tension fills the room. Tim avoided eye contact, Jason stone-faced and glaring alongside Damian, just daring him to try something. Dick joins Alfred in a smile, loudly laughing like the whole thing is a joke. 

— Superman makes perfect sense of the situation when Bruce tells him with a genuinely heartbroken look that you're "not well" and "can't understand what's going on." Clark and Bruce may have their differences and fallingouts from time to time, but there's hardly anyone else he knows he can trust and count on. Hardly anyone else he can say is, genuinely, a good man. 

— Seeing you cry like that leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, lowering himself down a little and softening his voice to apologize to you. When you don't answer him, now defeated and grieving your failed attempt in the safety of Dick's embrace, it feels worst than a gut punch for Superman. He caused this, he thinks. Bruce only reinforces this guilt when he tells him that they should head somewhere else and talk, ordering the rest of Yandere! Batfam to take care of you and bring you back upstairs to get some rest. 

— So, Superman finds himself in the Batcave, relaying important information and threats back to Batman, distracted by the thought of you. He's no good at hiding it, either. Your tears had gotten to him.

— Good, Yandere! Bruce Wayne thinks. Superman has been convinced. 

— But... doubt and anxiety still lay underneath his stoic expression. When the topic comes back around to you, right in the middle of Yandere! Bruce Wayne trying to usher him back out the door again, he has to humor him and lay it on him thick because if there's anyone in the world who stood a chance at taking his precious child away from him, it would be the man of steel. 

— So, when the Man of Steel insists that he should come back in a week to check on you, to ease his mind (and doubts), Yandere! Bruce Wayne has no choice but to agree and to thank him for wanting to help. It would just be all the more suspicious if he denied him. 

— Yandere! Superman does just that exactly a week later to the day and hour, having not stopped thinking about you the whole time he was away...

[m0nsterqzzz]

(wife) Natasha Romanoff x reader

word count: 1.8 k

- Snow Day -

summary - snow days with your wife and kids

a/n - ahhhhhh i love snow and natasha.

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The moment Natasha jumps on top of you at 7am is the moment you decide to divorce her. 

Not seriously, but you did threaten to as she shook your body and practically screamed, “It’s snowing detka!” You opened one eye and sure enough, there was ice frost covering the outside of your bedroom windows and you could see snow covering the trees. 

“That’s nice honey. Now go back to bed.” She shakes her head, jumping off the bed and yelling as loud as she can- which is pretty fucking loud if you didn’t know-, “Kids! It’s snowing!”

Just like Natasha, your kids love the snow more than anything. Probably more than they love you. It's a few seconds before the cheering begins, and then your oldest sons come running into your room and jump onto the bed. “Wake up! Wake up!” Lev, the oldest, practically screams in your face, and then Andy- short for Anthony-, the middle child, lays his whole body weight on top of you. He’s fourteen years old, only two years younger than his older brother and eight years older than their little sister, but after years of working out with Natasha, he’s very strong and putting his whole body weight on top of you means basically cutting off your ability to breathe.

The sound of little footsteps entering the room makes you all stop, and Lena, your six year old daughter and youngest child, enters the room with her stuffed monkey in hand and crawls into the bed next to you. She loves the snow, but she also loves sleep just like you.

“Come here принцесса.” Lev mutters, grabbing his little sister from the bed and holding her in his arms. Her big brothers are her protectors, and if you and Natasha aren’t there to treat her like a princess, her brothers are.

“You wanna build a snowman little spider?” Andy asks, tickling her stomach as a method of waking her up. She giggles, a tired grin taking over her face as she looks out the window. “Snow day?” “Snow day Lena.” She nods, suddenly much more awake as she climbs out of his arms and back onto the bed. You think she's coming back to cuddle with you, but you should know by the devilish grin on her face- one very similar to your wifes- that is not true. She stands up on the bed, then lets her small body free fall onto yours. Was naming her after your sister in law (the one that totally did this shit to you a few months ago) a good idea? Probably not.

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And that's how you ended up gathering up all the scarfs in the house, which only turned out to be 4. Luckily, one of them was really long so you and Natasha can share it once you get outside. While the kids are in their rooms putting on thousands of layers, Natasha is in a tank top and leggings like she's about to go out on a run in the summertime. “Natalia. Where is your sweater? Sorry I meant, where are your sweaters? Plural because it’s fudging freezing outside.” 

She shrugs, continuing to make six cups of hot chocolate despite it being 7 in the morning. You chuckle. “The kids only need one cup each Nat.” She nods, looking down at the cups with a nervous smile. “I know…..three of these are for me.”

You grab a few sweaters for her, forcing her to put them on and then standing in front of her holding in a laugh at the now balloon shaped form of your wife. “You look um….you look amazing honey.” She can't see you considering the beanie going down to her nose and scarf up to about the same place but she can hear you searching through your pockets for your phone. “I know what you’re doing! Do I look stupid to you detka?”

“Yes….and this is going on the Avengers Christmas card.” You snap the photo, running away from her when she begins waddling towards you. 

You go stand out on the porch with her, waiting for your kids to come out and join you in the cold. Why they love the freezing temperatures will always be a mystery to you. When they come out, each kid is handed one cup of hot chocolate that they pull down their scarves to chug. They boy’s aren't too big as they’ve grown a lot over the years since you bought the pieces of fabric, but the new one you bought for Lena when winter season started is practically covering her whole head and Natasha has to pull it down in order to see the little girl's bright smile.

You take your seat at one of the rocking chairs you and your wife bought for your wrap around porch, piling several blankets over your lap and watching with a smile as the kids- that's including Natasha- run out into the chilly forest. When Lev was two years old and you had first adopted the few month old baby Andy, Natasha retired from her job as an Avenger and bought you and your kids a large piece of property and a big house. The land is filled with trees that kids spend evenings placing hide and seek in, and in the summer they go horseback riding with their mom. Natasha takes care of all the animals that live around the property and in the barn, and you spend days doing whatever you wish whether it's helping her or staying inside the house relaxing with the kids.

A snowball flies past your head, and you look up to glare at your wife. “Hey! Why are you looking at me? Look at them!” The redhead points to the kids, who stare at her bewilderment. “You know what? Fuck this.” You mutter, removing the blankets from your lap and running out into the snow. You form a snowball, hiding with your kids behind a stack of hay that Natasha left out the other day. Your wife was an Avenger, a spy, and a shield agent. That's all true. But you live with her. It’s not too hard to pick up on her habits. 

You can hear her crunchy footprints coming up behind the hay, but the kids have already formed even more snowballs so you hold up three fingers, slowly putting each on down until you have zero left. They all jump up, practically yelling war cries as they hit their mother with snowball after snowball. You take this chance to run into the forest nearby, hiding behind a tree with several snowballs in hand.

Once they run out of snowballs and the laughter dies down a bit, you sneak out from behind the tree and begin throwing the snow at the back of your wife. The children laugh, but she turns to you with a devil-like grin and you instantly know you’re in deep shit. “Okay Nat….Nat….our kids are watching. They can't see me go like this.” You dramatically tell her, only bringing more giggles out of your kids. 

“Get her mom!” Lev cheers, and your eyes widen as you look at him in mock offense. 

“Whose side are you on kid?” You ask. He shrugs, holding up another snowball and throwing it at Natasha's head.

“Neither. Every man for themselves!” He sprints into the forest, Andy close behind him and Lena standing out in the open with no snowballs in hand. 

Natasha grins at her, opening her arms for a hug. “Come here and give me a hug, little spider.” The six year old narrows her eyes at the Russian woman before sprinting after her brothers, but Natasha is already forming four snowballs when the little girl gets to the edge of the tree line.

You watch with a grimace as your wife throws each snowball at the back of the little girl, and the force of the snow makes Lena fall face first into a pile of coldness. You smack Natasha’s arm. “Natalia! She’s six years old!”

The redhead just laughs, turning her back to the forest as she grins at you. “She's my daughter. She can handle a couple snowballs to the face.” While she was defending letting her child get hypothermia, Lev and Andy were sneaking up behind her, each with a large pile of snow in their arms.

“Um….Nat-” You start with a giggle, but it's too late and the boys are lifting up the piles to drop them on top of her head. It breaks over her head, falling down in front and behind her like snow and leaving it all over her head and shoulders. “That was for Lena!” Andy yells and then they take back off to the forest, Natasha not far behind.

A few hours later, you watch as Natasha and the kids come back out of the forest, and then plop down in the snow with erratic breathing. You get up from your seat on the porch, walking onto the cold field and then laying down in it right next to your wife.

It's silent for a few minutes, but then the sound of shuffling begins. You look to your side to see Natasha moving her arms and legs, forming an angel looking shape in the snow. You all spread out a little before copying her movements. So that's what you guys do for like three minutes, before standing up and admiring your guy’s work. There are five different sized angels in the snow, the perfect replicas of you and your family.

“Mama. I’m cold.” With a small smile, Nat grabs her by her under arms and hoists her up on her shoulders. 

“I think that calls for more hot cocoa.” “Tasha-” You go to tell her that they’ve already had too much sugar and that Lena is practically shaking due to a sugar high, but she’s making her way into the house with the boys trailing behind her before you can say anything. You chuckle to yourself, following after them.

She’s already grabbing the packets of cocoa powder once you get inside, and the boys settle themselves on the couch as you snatch them from her. She groans, sending you her best pout. You've been married to her for a very long time though and rarely fall for that anymore. “No. They can have something else.” The redhead widens her eyes, trying to put on a puppy dog's face that has you laughing harder than you ever had.

“Fine.” You’re not going to tell her that the only reason you said yes is because Lena was doing the face too. The little girls were much cuter. They cheer, beginning to heat up some milk to put in the hot drink as you go sit down on the couch with your boys. 

Natasha and Lena join you guys, the older of the two sitting behind you on the couch so you can lay your back on her chest, and the boys let their little sister choose a movie which is why you end up watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Your wife isn’t focused on the movie though. She’s admiring you, how you chuckle at the funny parts as your eyes sparkle with joy.

Snow days are her favorite thing, but it’ll never compare to you.

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updated: dec 17, 2024

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!! individual warnings at beginning of each fic !!

agatha harkness

effuso sanguine: secret love hidden in forests is a reprieve that time and hate can’t steal, a love that defies order and law

part two: creatus sanguine (nsfw, minors dni)

melissa schemmenti

fluff

from miles away: melissa's ex-husband pays a visit to abbott after hearing about you moving in

crystal clear: five times others realized melissa loved you and the one time she did

are you mine?: melissa takes things into her own hands after watching an addington teacher flirt with you at pecsa-geddon

simmer: a sweet morning between melissa and her firefighting partner

wishful thinking: months of flirting with a clueless r has melissa switching her tactics

would that i: melissa grew up seeing what love was supposed to be, she just needed to find it

amaranthine: melissa schemmenti is easy to adore

as you ever were: mutual feelings, mutual fears, mutually nosy friends

know i'm alive: (nsfw, minors dni) a new teacher with a new motorcycle, and melissa wants to take both for a ride

angst

picking petals: you want melissa to marry you. melissa's mother wants melissa to marry you. but what of melissa?

just how we feel: eight months at abbott had you convinced melissa hated you, until jacob pairs you together for janine's birthday celebrations

tease and unease: mutual secrets can bring mutual pain, a hidden love can break the dam

and now?: (nsfw, minors dni) melissa craved you, you craved melissa. what you crave from each other seems to differ depending on the season. based on red wine supernova and casual by chappell roan

truth be told: melissa loves you, in what way, she doesn't want to know. based on good luck, babe! by chappell roan

part 2: truth be lived

hurt/comfort

delphinium blooms: a morning of unfortunate events proves that development day is just as unlucky for you as it is for janine, so melissa tries to help

blush to ruby: a four-square accident brings out a new side of melissa

frosted hymnal: grief makes the holidays less cheerful, but not a girlfriend less loving

by the sun, by the moon: melissa is plagued by nightmares, ones only you can soothe, but different sleeping arrangements interfere

be my protector: melissa faces her past and faith in the name of her identity, but she will never do so alone (MOST RECENT)

brienne of tarth

a piece of home: when traveling to king's landing with jaime lannister, brienne finds she's much less alone that she had originally thought

part 2: close to home | part 3: home bound | part 4: home

beckon me back: two months apart is more like two centuries

larissa weems

fluff

an altar of peace: a morning with larissa weems

wine and ember: where red is drank and a spark is lit

all bark, some bite: the bitter reminder of her past returns, and r will not let their wife face it alone

rose infusion: college!larissa smokes weed for the first time with a familiar face

heaven's gate: (nsfw, minors dni) locking eyes with a woman at a bar and finding purpose in her kiss

part 2: pearlescent

angst

one hundred and seventeen: from the second she left, your world stopped spinning on its axis

[sarnai4]

For the Crimes Of...

Disclaimer: I am not an expert on Greek mythology. I have some projects where I wanted to learn more about them, so I did research, but that's it. What I'm using here is from a mix of tales I've read. I'm very open to discussion and learning more about them if anybody wants to do that in the comments/reblogs! This is just a little something I thought of. Blame crime TV shows like Law and Order, but I wanted to rank the younger set of Olympus siblings from most crimes committed against women and children to least. I'm not even tackling the older set because I wouldn't know to put Zeus or Poseidon at the top. So, let's begin:

Hermes. The messenger god is accused of harassment, enlisting the aid of Arglauros to seduce her sister, Herse, then turning Arglauros to stone when she tried to prevent this from happening. He is also charged with several cases of sexual assault, including but not limited to stealing Aphrodite's sandal, then assaulting her when she went to look for it; using a substance to put Princess Chione to sleep before assaulting her; and pursuing Apemosyne, then blocking her path to slow her down so that he could assault her. He is also charged with pedophilia for engaging in the ancient practice of pederasty, which involves the abduction, grooming, and statutory rape of a minor.

Apollo. Although credit must be given to Apollo for respecting consent when given an outright no, he is charged with harassment to the extent that it led to women ending their own lives to escape his advances. Fortunately, he was a protector of children and taught them without requiring any sexual favors in return. Unfortunately, he is still charged with the kidnapping of Melia. He is also accused of sexual assault against Dryope with whom he engaged in sexual activity while in the form of a snake.

Artemis. The goddess of hunting has not used her temples as a way to protect virgins. In some stories, she is charged with abandonment of Callisto, a victim of sexual assault, who was turned away for no longer being a virgin or turned into a bear. In other cases, she accidentally killed Callisto after the woman was turned into a bear or made Callisto into a constellation. Artemis was able to protect her mother, Leto, from attempted assault; however, she is charged with aiding and abetting a sexual assault with Nemesis and Eros against the woman, Aura, who thought Artemis was too beautiful to be believable as a virgin. Artemis is also charged with felony animal cruelty on Polyphonte, a former follower of Artemis who had been sexually assaulted. Artemis then had the mortal get attacked by animals. In an odd attempt to help a follower, Arethusa, she turned the girl into a spring.

Hephaestus. The crafter god is sometimes accused of the attempted assault of Athena. Thankfully, this never is successful. He could be ranked lower, but finding himself a wife through the imprisonment of his mother is not a consensual way to have a marriage.

Dionysus. Depending on the evidence, I would like to defend Dionysus as a victim of coercion. This would be under the assumption that an altered state of awareness against his will caused him to behave in aggressive ways. If this is not true and Eros's arrow was not the cause of his actions, then Dionysus is charged with drug-facilitated sexual assault on Aura (or Nicaea, also depending on the version), to whom he secretly gave wine before performing the assault. Outside of this, the rest of his relationships seem consensual.

Athena. No accounts have been found of the goddess of wisdom aiding and abetting, condoning, or being directly involved in the assault of another individual. She did however turn Arachne into a spider for justifiably calling attention to the cruelty of the immortals, but as a symbol of freedom, it aligns with her beliefs to mostly help victims. She even honored the brutal murder of a follower of hers by turning the corpse into a myrtle or olive tree. Athena adopted the young Erichthonios, taking him under her wing when he had no one else. Sadly, her way of helping victims is slightly impractical. An example of this is turning Corone into a crow so that she would not be pursued by sexual predators. Another time was when she turned Medusa into a gorgon to prevent her from being attacked again. Although an argument can be made that the goddess is helping, the women might not be overly receptive to her aid when the cost is their humanity.

Ares. The god of war is on the bottom of this for a simple reason. Not only have no accounts been found of him committing sexual assault, but he also defends the victims while going after the perpetrators. Depending on the version, he either avenged the assault of his daughter, Aclippe, or prevented it altogether. Similarly, when Hera and Artemis were being relentlessly pursued by the Aloadae, he fought to protect them both. He does aid Aphrodite in her adultery, but he has not taken her by force nor have his other partners been unwilling to be with him. It is worth mentioning as well that Sparta's legal age of marriage was between 20 and 18-year-olds, a far more practical age gap between husbands and wives than the common younger wives with older husbands. Women were also able to manage their own properties, compete in sports, and leave home whenever they wanted.

(Had to edit this because I was reminded of Artemis and Apollo killing a horde of children and Hephaestus just isn't as mean as that.)

[redlilith5]

DC X PJO

They say Gotham city is the most cursed city in the world and they wouldn't be wrong. What they are missing is the fact that it is also the most blessed city in the world by divine interventions. You see back when Gotham was being built some of the Gods needed a place to hang out and or use as neutral ground that wasn't Olympus. With a dart an a map it landed in a recently built city called Gotham. And thus years, decades and centuries passed by with the Gods using the city as a neutral mortal ground for whatever business or hangouts they had. This had the repercussion of curses and blessing from almost the entire Greek Pantheon cover the city and make it the city that it is today. Some of the Gods and their blessings/curses are as follows:

Dionysus: spread madness that caused the creating of the Joker, Harley, Mad Hatter, etc. Religious ecstasy and ritual madness that made Gotham have the most recorded (and unrecorded) cults in the entire world. He is also at fault for the dramatics of the mortals (theater), alcoholism and addiction.

Ares: Bloodlust, war, anger you name it and he spread it. Gotham is know for having the most wars occur in the span of 10 years. He is also a protector of woman and encourages/blesses the bats and birds on this aspect as well as provide women with the anger and strength to fight for themselves.

Athena: Also a war goddess but she also has a big hand in the education, architecture and had a hand at making the Court of Owls. Who Knows what her intentions where.

Apollo: He and Athena worked together as he is the God of Knowledge. Gotham city is the perhaps one of Apollos favorite cities because that's where he gets to let his darker side out the most. Diseases', chemical warfare the constant hunting of others. He made so many diseases and have improved the immune system of the citizens so much that the phrase "Gothamites are a different species of humans" is actually rather true.

Zeus: He likes being dramatic with his constant rain and the weirdly timed thunder/lighting that makes the bats and birds entrance more dramatic and scary. He is also often there for his law and justice domains.

Hephaestus: With the villains often creating new weapons, contraptions, traps, etc. you can occasionally see him there but he mostly just stays in Wayne's Industries tech department.

Aphrodite: Doomed love, toxic love, lust, sex, fertility you name it. She is everywhere but she also likes it there because despite the city being how it is the Gothamites still love their city and their people.

Thanatos, Hypnos and Nix: The family likes the darkness and ambience the city provides. Hypnos likes the background noise for sleeping and he can spend time with his brother (God of Death, it's Gotham what can I say) and in his mothers deep deep darkness that envelopes the city.

SO MANY GODS! I have many more Gods and how they contribute to the Gotham of today but the list has already gotten quite extensive.

Because of how blessed/cursed the city is whenever a world ending/apocalypse type of situation happens Gotham always finds itself as the last city standing because of how many Gods have been protecting it. They will always be the last city to fall.

[lynn-w3st]

MK1: Babysitting 101

Pairing: MK1 various x child reader (platonic)

Summary: Your parents left to a business trip and left you in the care of your uncle Johnny. Let’s just say everyone wants to adopt you.

Content: (Y,N) is a polite child, Protective Johnny, Fluff and Cute moments.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/lynn-w3st/734299278669938688/mk1-babysitting-101-part-2

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You were sleeping peacefully in your guest bedroom that your uncle Johnny prepared for you as you were staying with him until your parents came back from their business trip.

However, it seems your beauty sleep has been interrupted by the sound of glass breaking. Being only ten years old, you decided to investigate the noise as you pick up your favorite stuff penguin and made your way out the guest bedroom towards the stairs that led to the living room of your uncle’s mansion.

Upon descending down the stairs, you witness your uncle tying up a tuxedo man (Kenshi) in a chair. “ Uncle John.” You said as your uncle and the tuxedo man turn their attention to you. Despite coming here to retake Sento, Kenshi stared at you with an expression of curiosity.

Your uncle quickly stood up and walk towards you. “ Hey kiddo why are you awake? Did you have a nightmare again.” He said softly. Johnny Cage is known to be a cocky and arrogant man but when it comes to little you, he’s a big softy and spoils you. You shook your head as you hug Mr. Bubbles close to you and stared at him.

“ I miss mom and dad, can I stay with you for a while here.” You said as Johnny winced as he didn’t want you to see a random man tied up. He definitely didn’t want your mother to scold and murder him for letting you witness him having a random guy in his mansion tied up.

Johnny let out a sigh as he pick you up and place you on the sofa and wrap a comfy blanket around you to keep you warm. “ Don’t tell your mother about this.” He said in a shaky tone as he didn’t want to face his sister’s angry wrath.

You chuckled as you did a zip motion against your lips. “ I won’t uncle John.” You said as your uncle chuckled and ruffled your fringe bangs. He went back to take a seat in front of the man in the chair as they resume their conversation.

The sound of the doorbell rang as you notice that your uncle was still talking to the man. It seems he didn’t hear the doorbell rang, so being a curious child, you decided to answer it.

Your tiny hand opens the door to reveal three tall men standing before you. Two of the men were dress as ninjas and held a serious look.

“ Good evening, Johnny- oh hell there young one.” Liu Kang said softly as you stared up at him and titled your head a bit side ways.

The ninja man in yellow couldn’t help but found your expression adorable as the ninja man in blue held a tiny amuse expression. You continue to stare at the men as your uncle came over.

He covered your ears so you wouldn’t have to hear him swear as Johnny once learn that lesson the hard by his sister-in-law who scold him.

“ What in the actual fuck.” Johnny said as he uncovered your ears and held your tiny hand. “ Goodevening Johnny Cage. I’am Lord Liu Kang. Protector of Earthrealm. May we enter.”

“ Hey kiddo why don’t you go back to bed. You’re probably tired.” Your uncle said as he turn to face you. You tighten your grip on his hand and shook your head, he let out a sigh.

Your uncle then stared at the two men behind Liu Kang as he let out a chuckled and turn to face you before turning back. “ Sure come on in.” He said as he allowed the three men in.

Uncle Johnny pick you up and gently place you back into the sofa before making his way towards where the three men were standing.

“ Kenshi Takahashi. Your actions this evening do you no good.” Liu Kang said to the man tied up who is known as Kenshi. You watch from the sofa as the yellow ninja man glance at you.

You continue to watch as your uncle Johnny spoke to the random strangers. You often wondered if you should’ve had stayed with your babysitter today instead of your uncle’s.

The sound of glass breaking caught your attention as you saw uncle Johnny be thrown across the room. “ Uncle Johnny!” You yelled.

Liu Kang frown as he motion for Kuai Liang to check on you. The yellow ninja man made his way to you. Being only eight years old, you got off from the sofa and took a step back in fear and curled up in a corner with your stuff toy.

Your eyes began to watered and let out a sniff, which cause Kuai Liang to freeze in fear. He didn’t mean to make you scared as he knelt down and offered his hand out to you.

“ It’s ok.” He said in a gentle tone hoping to ease your fear as he means you no harm. Kuai Liang couldn’t help but feel protective of you.

He wanted nothing more than to protect you as he once did in a previous timeline where he and his brother witness your tragic death.

You stared at the man as you place your shaky hand onto his warm hand. Kuai Liang softly smiled as he stood up and held your hand.

He couldn’t help but softly tighten his grip on you as he was afraid that you’ll fade away from him. Kuai Liang stared at your innocent eyes.

“ Come little one.” He said and led you towards Liu Kang as Bi-Han held a deadly stare with you with a mixture of curiosity and interest in them.

“ I’m sorry for the intrusion young one. We did not mean to frighten you with our presences.” He said softly as he knelt into one knee to show you that he means no harm. You wipe your tears and gave him a bright innocent smile.

Liu Kang felt his heart shatter as he knew that in previous timeline you were a Lin Kuei and your death made the brothers devastated.

You let go of Kuai Liang’s hand which cause him to frown a bit as you then held Liu Kang’s hand. The fire god smiled and stood up.

“ It’s ok and is my uncle going to be ok.” You said as Liu Kang nodded and ruffled your hair.

A groan was heard as your uncle stood up and dusted himself. He scoff in disbelief as he saw his favorite masterpiece broken into pieces.

“ That was my achuli. One of a kind. And get your hands away from my niece.” He said as Bi Han and Kuai Liang got into fighting stances.

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“ And scene! I hope your insure cause you’re going to pay for my hichuli!” Johnny said as Sub Zero and Scorpion stood up. “ Imbecile! You have no idea with whom you’re dealing!”

Sub Zero said angrily as Liu Kang had enough of this behavior. “ ENOUGH!” He yelled as his body light up on fire for a bit which cause you to jump in fear. Johnny notice and pick you up.

Soon everything cease as your uncle gently soothed you as Kenshi was released from his captivity as Kuai Liang stood behind you and stared at you with a curious expression. Your eyes became tired and let out a sleepy yawn.

The pyromancer chuckled softly as he took every fiber in his body to not pinch your soft cheeks or hold you in his arms as he once did in a previous timeline. If only he knew the truth.

“ You both have been chosen to join its champion.” Liu Kang said walking towards him. His eyes settled on to your sleeping form and soften. “ Why him? Or me for that matter?”

“ Because I have faith that you will rise to the challenge. And your service will change the arcs of your lives.” Liu Kang said as Johnny side eye at Kenshi and then look at your sleeping form.

“ I can’t just leave my niece by herself. But I don’t want her to be part of this.” Johnny said as he definitively going to be murder by his sister. “ She can stay in the fire temple. It will be a safe place for her to be in.” Liu Kang offered as he found himself attached to little you.

Johnny Cage was hesitant as he let out a sigh and he didn’t have no other choice. He just hopes that his sister-in-law never find out about this. Kuai Liang felt a sense of deja vu when he saw you sleeping against Johnny’s shoulder.

“ Very well we shall make our destination back. Johnny Cage it would be wise if you gave young (Y,N) to Kuai Liang.” Liu Kang said as Kuai was surprised and confused as Bi-Han glared.

“ No my niece is staying close to me. I don’t trust these two.” Johnny said as Bi-Han scoff as he didn’t see why this child was so important.

Liu Kang frown as he understood but he had hope that maybe you are the key to fixing and helping the situation of the three brothers. He knew that in do time, you will soon discover who you were in previous timelines.

The fire god open a portal that leads to the academy as he will make sure that your faith doesn’t end up like your past self. You were just a innocent little girl with no knowledge of how cruel the world is. He hopes to keep it that way.

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Note: So I actually thought about this funny scenario at work and especially when I replayed that scene in the game. Hope you guys enjoy this random one shot that I made.

I’m so sorry if Kuai Liang was written a bit off as you know I tried my best with this. Also, please message me if you have any questions for me.

[rea-grimm]

Sleep protector Hongo

You've never had trouble handling stress. It's mostly helped and motivated you to perform better. But what was too much was too much. 

For a month now, you've been dealing with your ex-boyfriend who still didn't want to understand that it was over between you. Plus, what was originally between you wasn't even healthy. For over a year you suffered his mental humiliation, name calling, ridicule and it slowly escalated until you started to fear physical violence. 

The fact that you were able to break up with him at all was a credit to your best friends, who you even stayed with for the first week, as there was a threat that your ex would break in on you. 

His emotional outbursts were a daily occurrence, first threatening you, then those around you, and then even threatening to hurt himself if you didn't go back to him.

You were probably most afraid he'd hurt your friends, so you reported it to the police with their help. But they couldn't do anything about him because he hadn't broken any laws yet. 

Under the weight of it all, you lived in a state of daily stress, afraid to go back to sleep for fear of waking up and seeing him in front of you. Moreover, your dreams, or rather nightmares, were filled with him and his disgusting behavior, which in the realm of dreams was exacerbated to horror levels. 

Lately you had giant circles under your eyes and you were a shadow of how good you were before. You kept looking over your shoulder every time you walked, dreading every turn you'd take to run into him again. 

Eventually, too much was piled on top of you and before you could do anything about it, your friends beat you to it again. They had secretly bought you a trip to the seaside, where they thought you would be pampered and where you would have other ideas. You were so moved, you were speechless. 

They even booked you on several trips and a boat trip so you wouldn't just stay in one place and get bored. They wanted you to enjoy yourself and forget all your troubles. 

And they did. You were just on one ship that ended its cruise with a giant party. The pool had bubbles, a laser show, free drinks and it wasn't even crowded. Just enough people. 

You had a great time when they brought out a giant bag of teddy bears on stage. Then they started throwing them around. You noticed one with red fur, then one with grey fur, even one with dreadlocks. As you watched, you suddenly noticed a teddy bear falling right at you. 

You immediately grabbed it and pulled it to you before anyone else could take it. You were overjoyed. You've never done anything like this before. Plus, it felt so nice to touch and you held it close. 

When you finally got back to your room from the boat, you fell into bed with the bull. In fact, it was the best sleep you've ever had. You started out having nightmares about your ex following you around.

But as you fled from him, you made it to a private beach where another party was taking place. Everyone was drinking and having a good time. 

Slowly a guy in a grey tracksuit with pink and purple stripes and his hair tied up walked over to you. He smiled warmly at you and motioned for you to join them. 

After a long time, you wake up in the morning full of energy and with a will for life that you haven't had for so long. You allowed yourself to rest for a little while longer and decided to finally take a look at the teddy bear. Yesterday you didn't have the energy or the mood. 

You picked up the teddy bear and lifted it in the air to get a better look at it. The bear had a light-colored fur coat, with his hair tied up on his head in the same style as the man in your dream. In addition, he was wearing an almost identical tracksuit and a blue sash that was wrapped around his waist. 

You thought it was strange that you dreamt of a man who looked identical to the teddy bear, but then you just shrugged it off and went to breakfast. 

From that moment on, you got rid of all your nightmares. Instead, you had dreams full of a man in a gray suit. He was the one who kept you from dreaming, and he made you think different thoughts. 

Your protector used to take you on cruises on a big pirate ship, you explored unknown islands, you searched for treasure, and most importantly he used to take you to parties and celebrations with great people who recurred a lot in your dreams and who supported you as much as he did.

Plus, he taught you self-defense at times. Dodging, how to pacify someone with your hands and even how to use a bunch of keys as a makeshift weapon. 

It was about the second or third day of your vacation when you finally had some peace and quiet to relax, so you decided to spend those days of peace and quiet at the beach. 

On the first day, you decided to walk on the beach as far as you could actually reach. You got about halfway there when you decided your destination was in sight and you should turn back.

It wasn't until that evening, and especially the day after, that you cursed yourself and realised you'd forgotten to pack sunscreen. You cursed yourself because you had burned your back and your front during the walk on the beach and now even the fleeting movement of your arms hurt and burned. 

You couldn't sleep. But this time it was not because of the nightmares, but because of the burnt skin. You applied after-sun cream and even got some Aloe Vera cream from the pharmacy. But you didn't think anything was helping. 

You finally found a position where you weren't so hot and your body wasn't burning. You were in a sort of half-sleep when you felt someone's hands on your back. You had the impression that you were dreaming about how you were finally relieved and nothing hurt. 

You sighed contentedly and let your protector rub your back. His hands were slathering you with a cream that made you feel instant relief and was pleasantly cool. It may have been a shock at first, when you thought you would jump out of your skin, but the relief was worth it. 

To your surprise, you woke up the next morning with completely healed skin. Instead of red and burnt skin, you had a beautiful natural tan. You had no idea what you'd done, but your eyes fell on a small, resealable box on your bedside table. 

You reached for it and opened it. Inside was a lotion that, when you smelled it, smelled like the lotion from your dream. 

You've been getting messages from your ex throughout your vacation. At first you ignored them because they were pleas, questions about where you'd gone and so on. 

But as the days went by, the texts became more aggressive and rude, and you were afraid to read the next message. Some of them made you sick and you didn't even finish the last one. 

You were sitting in the lobby when the next message came in. You didn't even have the courage to open it. You left your phone on the seat and tried to think of other things. You left your teddy bear in your room. 

"Trouble doesn't suit you. What would you say if I asked you out for a drink?" came a familiar voice. When you looked up, you saw your sleep protector. Was it just a dream? Finally, you nodded in agreement. 

The protector offered you his hand and together you made your way to the bar where you sat at a table for two. There you confided in him the news from your ex. You didn't even say the last ones and just showed them to him. 

As the protector read them, he furrowed his brow. He didn't like it either. Finally, he returned the phone and put his hand on yours. 

"I'm sure it'll work out," he said with a sigh, already planning in his head how to help you. "You can show me how strong you are. You need to be strong before this gets sorted out," he said and you just nodded your head. You wanted to believe him. You wanted to have hope. 

A few days after you got back from your vacation, when you were just walking through the city, you felt someone grab you by your jacket and pull you into a side alley, pinning you against a wall. 

It was so fast, you didn't have a chance to defend yourself. By the time you did, it was too late, as your ex was holding a gun to your throat. You didn't even have a chance to defend yourself properly. 

"I want you back. And you're gonna go willingly. I'm sure you missed me too...." he muttered, gun still on your chin. 

"Are you even listening to me? I'm sure you think I'm bluffing. Now I'm going to show you how serious I am," he said almost lunatically, firing a shot that grazed your arm. You yelped in both fear and pain. 

"Do you believe me now? I want you back... " he began to mutter, putting the muzzle of the gun to your head. 

"I don't think you have a clue about this and someone like you shouldn't be playing with adult toys," came a familiar voice. 

"Hongo!" you yelled, hope in your voice. You were about to add to be careful when you paused at the sight of your ex's crazed look. 

"Stay out of this," he said, and was about to add something when Hongo knocked the gun out of his hand and in a flash, disassembled it with practiced movements and the individual parts hit the ground. 

This caught your ex completely off guard, but it wasn't enough to completely dissuade him. Instead, he pulled out a pocket knife and lunged at the doctor with it. 

For Hongo, however, it presented no obstacle. He had no trouble disposing of your ex with the pocketknife as well, grabbing him by the collar at the neck and pinning him against the wall, lifting him slightly into the air so that he had a hard time keeping him on his toes. 

Hongo leaned over to your ex and started saying something to him in a hushed voice. You weren't close enough to understand perfectly, but you picked up something. 

He's going to give him a vasectomy, and if that doesn't work, he's going to do something much worse that will keep him so busy he won't have time to think about you. 

Under those words, your ex completely broke down, promised blue from heaven and that neither of you would hear from him again. Your protector's words seemed to have worked. 

Once your ex was out of sight, Hongo came over to you. All of this made your knees buckle, and now you were sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, holding your shot hand. 

He gently cupped your cheek before looking down at your hand. Luckily for you, it was just a simple scratch that wouldn't even leave a scar. Hongo pulled a band-aid from his pocket and patched the scratch. 

"You were brave," he praised you and kissed you on the forehead. "How about we go home now?" He smiled at you. 

You nodded your head in agreement. What you didn't expect, however, was that he set his back on you, saying that he would carry you home. At first you didn't want to, you didn't want to be a burden, but eventually you got on his back and he took you under your thighs. 

You rested your head calmly on his shoulder and gave him a little kiss on the neck on the way. A little gesture of thanks for saving you.

Sleep Protector Masterlist

[talonabraxas]

Vishnu Dreams the Universe Talon Abraxas

Lord Vishnu, the Hindu God of Preservation

Vishnu is regarded as a major god in Hinduism and Indian mythology. He is thought as the preserver of the universe, while two other major Hindu gods, Brahma and Shiva, are considered the creator and destroyer of the universe, respectively. Vishnu is described as being the color of clouds (dark- blue), four-armed, holding a lotus, mace, conch and chakra. In the Bhagavad Gita, Vishnu is also described as having a ‘Cosmic Form’ which is beyond the ordinary limits of human sense perception. As the preserver of the cosmos, Vishnu upholds the universal laws. Unlike Shiva, who often seeks refuge in the forest to meditate, Vishnu constantly participates in worldly affairs, ensuring that all is well.

When order prevails in the universe, Vishnu sleeps on the coils of Sesha (serpent), ruler of the Nagas. As Sesha floats along the cosmic ocean supporting Vishnu, the universe unfolds from Vishnu’s dream. But when there is disorder in the universe, Vishnu either mounts his vehicle, Garuda (eagle), and battles with the forces of chaos, or he sends one of his Avatars (incarnations) to save the world. It is believed that Vishnu would have ten such Avatars, the most popular being Rama and Krishna. The full list of ten Avatars is: the fish Matsya, the turtle Kurma, the boar Varaha, the man-lion Narasimha, the dwarf Vamana, the warrior-priest Parashurama, the prince Rama, the cowherd Krishna, the sage Buddha-Mayamoha, and the one yet to come, the horseman Kalki.

Vishnu is said to use both force and guile to ensure the stability of the universe. His consort Laxmi, Goddess of Wealth and Power, offers him the wherewithal to maintain the integrity of the world. Today, Lord Vishnu is one of the most highly revered deities. His name means “Pervader” and he is the symbol of sustaining goodness. In the epics, the Ramayana and the Mahabharata, he is glorified through the Avatars Rama and Krishna. Vishnu is invoked as the All-Pervading essence of all beings, who supports, sustains and governs the Universe. Lord Vishu symbolizes the strength to persevere and sustain the good in your life. May you have that Vishnu-inspired strength to sustain lasting goodness.

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⁎˚ ఎ CG Law Oneshot ໒ ˚⁎

hii,,, !! can you bake Caregiver Law (one piece) one shots with a 3 - 5 year headspace boy ?

The Polar Tang cut silently through the depths of the ocean, its crew going about their duties with practiced efficiency. Trafalgar Law, captain of the Heart Pirates, was in his quarters, poring over medical texts. His focus was sharp, but not so sharp that he didn’t hear the soft knock at his door

"Come in" Law called out, already knowing who it was. The door creaked open, and a small figure shuffled in, clutching a well-loved blanket. It was you, regressed and seeking comfort

"Hey there, little one" Law greeted softly, his voice automatically shifting to a gentler tone. He marked his place in the book and set it aside, his full attention now on you. "What’s wrong ?"

You hesitated in the doorway, your big, round eyes darting nervously around the room. Despite how quiet and calm the submarine was, everything felt overwhelming in your small, regressed state. You didn’t need to say anything, Law could tell from the way you clung to your blanket and shuffled your feet that you were feeling vulnerable.

"Come here" Law beckoned, holding out his hand. His stern demeanor softened considerably when it came to you, and he was patient as you slowly made your way over to him

Once you were within reach, Law gently pulled you onto his lap, your small body fitting easily against his chest. You snuggled into him, clutching your blanket tightly. Law wrapped his arms around you, offering the secure, grounding presence that you so desperately needed. He knew that when you regressed like this, the world could seem big and scary, and his job was to make you feel safe.

"Did something scare you ?" Law asked, his voice a low, soothing rumble. You shook your head, but buried your face further into his chest. Law hummed thoughtfully, recognizing that you just needed to be close, to feel protected

"It’s okay, love" he murmured, rubbing your back in slow, calming circles. "I’ve got you"

He continued to hold you, occasionally whispering soft reassurances. The quiet hum of the submarine and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat were comforting, grounding you in the moment

After a while, Law noticed your eyes starting to droop, your grip on your blanket loosening as sleep began to take over. He carefully shifted you in his arms, making sure you were comfortable before leaning back slightly, allowing you to rest more fully against him.

"Do you want to stay here with me for a bit, sweetie ?" Law asked softly, though he already knew the answer. You nodded sleepily, a tiny yawn escaping your lips

"Alright," Law smiled faintly, brushing a hand through your hair. "Just rest, little one. I’ll be right here"

With that, you finally allowed yourself to fully relax, drifting off into a peaceful sleep. Law watched over you, his expression calm and serene. He might have been a pirate, a surgeon, and a strategist, but in these quiet moments, he was simply your protector, a role he found himself more than willing to embrace.

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July 13, 2024

red

plumes of blood from your women

raped and gutted

plunders of war

plunders of "freedom"

white

cloaks and covers

to hide the bloodstained hands

to wear privilege like a right

on every thread of your hood

blue

for the uniforms of the protectors

liars-never to protect the people

only power

demand respect with their boot

stamped like a presidential seal

on the throat of our freedom

stars

we see each time

we are beaten,

stars

behind children's eyes

as the tear gas hits the pavement

stripes

all those lines ringing the cursed-flesh

of teenage girls

stripes

lines of masses, signs

shaming us for our bodies;

our rights

tell me, what is this country built on?

but lies

foundations paved with the bones

of your enslaved hordes, your

shackled women

raped, killed, lobotomized

while you scream of freedom

every stripe reeks of blood

every stars point is another cold-steeled gun

in the face of our petrified children

how can i stand for America?

with the corpses of my women underneath me?

how can i sing in crowds, the song

boasting of righteous violence

while protestors must stay quiet,

conforming?

that is

if i could even

find my voice

to sing

from where you ripped it from me

someday, my blood in veins

will grow weary of your death-preaches

and seep out of me,

call the gallons of mottled red

to rise,

and climb

into your throat to choke you at night

is my blood red enough for you?

is my face blue enough for you?

as i hold back my words for egos

and learn to smile?

is my skin white enough to not be painted with bullet wounds?

and if saying that freedom

means every goddamn one of us

the women who live despite your laws

the Black innocents sleeping in their own fucking homes

the "sluts" and the homeless

the trans people who live despite you

if saying we all deserve to fucking

live!

makes me anti-american

get the fucking gavel

and condemn me a witch

and i'll burn until you see

that your red white and blue

is maintained by murder

so light me the fuck up