#taking out his own rage an pain on his innocent sibling

[dire-kumori]

I'm glad you liked my last idea- I had another idea (I am also very scattered brained and just come up with like 16 new ideas for random au I find on the internet) We're after like I'm gonna say 80 time loops where Michael is like fully devolved into the reaper He decides not just to kill his younger self this time... He only plans on doing it once just one little piece of revenge.. And he knows it will hurt his younger self too so it's like a double win...

Basically he sneaks into the Afton house at night and kidnaps Elizabeth.. Then he takes her to wear sister location would be built.. He knows that Michael saw him and is probably going to follow him in an attempt to save Elizabeth he's planning on it.... Elizabeth is like freaking out and reaper Mike Is trying to justify... Hes got her tied up to a tree and everything

Reaper Michael: I know it's my fault you became that thing.. If I had watched if I had come sooner I could have saved you.. *Touches her hair Elizabeth squirms away*

Elizabeth: When my dad and brothers find you they're gonna make you pay you're a bad man!! (She is trying really hard to act brave but she is terrified)

Reaper Michael: I know.. cause I care about Elizabeth.. I've always cared about you're my little sister for God damn sake... And I know that somewhere in that horrible twisted mass of metal and plastic you cared about me too.. But you still killed me you wore me like some kind of dress up..

*Elizabeth suddenly realized that this thing somehow is Michael screams and wiggles against her restraints. Younger Michael hears it and rides his bike towards the scream*

Ripper Michael: I honestly should thank you Elizabeth you showed me that no matter how much I tried to hide it all I am is a dirty rotten creature and all I can do is hurt people... But you still killed me and it hurt so so much.. And one death won't mean anything in the greater scheme.. (Man has gone full monster He knows what hes doing is terrible and hes not actually helping anyone it's more just cathartis)

*Elizabeth not really understanding what he means by everything... But understanding that somehow she did this to him.. She is so terrified she wants to just start crying there not only because of the monster in front of her but because this monster is her brother and she made him like this for some reason...*

Elizabeth: What happened to you Michael? what did I do what's going on? I'm so sorry?

Reaper Michael: That's what I said to you... *Michael thinks back to the scooping room* Want to know what you said?

*Younger Michael is in the clearing with a baseball bat*

Reaper Michael: The scooper only hurts for a second.. (Quickly kills Elizabeth I don't know how he just does-)

Then he probably makes a quick work of Younger Michael before it starts all over again..

Sorry I couldn't stop thinking about this since you said earlier hes only doing This to deal with his own feelings of self-hatred. It's kind of Marinate in it.. I thought it would be interesting if in one loop he kills Elizabeth It's like hes gone fully off of the deep end at this point and doesn't really have a way to justify what hes doing anymore- And even though he does blame himself for what happened to Elizabeth he still hates that she did it to him.. Sorry for how long this ISL OLI hope you like it!!

This is pure evil and I am absolutely living for it!

Reaper Mike has fully gone off the deep end if he's outright willing to kill his little sister. He knows that she isn't the one who killed him, but can't completely erase the pain and terror he felt when he was down there alone in the scooping room. And as a ghost possessing his own derelict corpse, those emotions he felt at the moment of his death never dull. Circus Baby and Ennard are gone but the human soul who controlled them is right there, so weak and vulnerable, unable to fight back, and it's not like it will stick, right? One he slaughters the young version of himself time will be reset and she'll be fine. It's just once, a brief momentary release...

William would be proud of how alike they are in that moment.

(Bit of gore talk ahead; par for the course with a lot of my writing but if it's upsetting to you, skip over to 'He knew.')

And young Mike is utterly broken at the sight of his sister's corpse, drenched in blood with her belly slit open, intestines hanging down to the ground with her face frozen in an agonized scream for help that never came. He knew that something dangerous was coming. He knew his family was in danger but selfishly, he only thought about saving his own skin. Why didn't he try to warn anyone? Why didn't he try harder to protect his siblings? It's his fault Elizabeth's dead, and in the face of how utterly he's failed is sister, he doesn't even put up a fight when the Reaper comes for him next.

Whether or not anyone else aside from Michael remembers any of the loops depends entirely on the author. But let's say in this case Elizabeth does remember some of it, if only as a bad dream. The next morning Elizabeth reacts to the sight of Michael with a mix of guilt and horror and actually vomits at the sight of him.

[h0estar]

catching up to bnha (spoilers for chapters 349-352)

okay i watched the episodes first before reading the chapters and wow. the anime did a great job.

as someone who absolutely adores and feels for toya's lore, this battle was particularly gut wrenching. i was literally sat on my couch, bawling over the fact that the todoroki kids had to clean up and confront their parents' messes.

i am aware that most of the fans dislike dabi/toya due to the fact that his story was dumbed down to "a kid who lacked attention." but i am fully convinced his character solely exists for the eldest child in every family.

toya lost 3 years of his life and the fact the first thing he thought of when he woke up was his dad :( that he was probably worried and that he should go to apologize to his family for the things he did. :( when he mentioned that he wanted to be a hero, i absolutely lost it. this guy wanted to be like his dad more than anyone else. he had the weight of expectations on his shoulder from when his dad acknowledged his potential. yet of course, his dreams were crushed by his very own parents and he was left alone to deal with that loss.

well there you go, another eldest child = guinea pig proof for every family. do you have any idea what it's like to strive to become the person your parents acknowledged you to be but only to have it visibly replaced by someone younger than you? a literal child, your own flesh and blood, who's naturally talented and never had to worry about a thing in their life? well, that feeling sucks ass.

but shoto has grown so much in the story. he's genuinely a really nice guy who's willing to move forward and face his past for the future. and i love how in his life, he has never interacted with toya once but he still calls him his brother and talks to him like it's so natural. this moment in the manga made me shed a tear ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ:

got me all up in my feels man. toya is just so full of rage and resentment and shoto acknowledged that. ultimately though, he was right. it was toya's choice to attack innocent civilians and i love how shoto told him to take it out on their family instead of others ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ (i mean yeah technically he did with all the nomu he sent but whatever)

the tears i've cried because of this panel. this battle must've been really hard for both of them. ughhh my heart is shattered over the fact that shoto still wants to spend time with toya and toya is absolutely repulsed by his existence. (this finishing blow must've been a pain in the gut for him because once again, the prodigy has defeated the failure disjisksdhjs) i can't do this yall. they deserved better. so much better.

anw, this moment reminds us once again that a hero's true purpose is to reach a helping hand. izuku with shigaraki, shoto with toya, ochaco with toga, class 1-A with aoyama, and many more. granted, some of their actions are unforgivable but since this is fiction, i'm going to continue being a sucker for stories that give even irredeemable characters a second chance--dead or alive, it doesn't matter.

well, here's hoping i get to see the todoroki siblings in therapy. actually, the todoroki family in general. and then someday, a moment of toya and shoto going out to have a nice meal of udon together ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

[find-roronoa-zoro]

Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader

21

"Yo?" your freckled brother called back.

"I'm coming in." you pushed the door open and stepped into the dimly lit room, "How can you spend all day in here with no light?"

"It's not so bad," he answered in monotone from his computer facing away from you.

You were glad to see the floor had been cleared and there were no new holes in the wall.

"Did you need something?" he asked eyes not leaving the game he was playing.

"Just wanted to have a chat." you shrugged innocently taking a seat on the bean bag chair in the corner.

He sighed pausing his game and slowly spun the office chair to face you. You gasped as his face came into view under the warm dim light of the desk lamp. His left eye was bruised and all of the blood vessels around his iris had popped staining the white of his eye a darker shade of red. It was shocking to basically only see his dilated pupil staring back at you. A small gash interrupted his left brow and his lips were scabbed. It took everything in you to not shoot to your feet and cross the room.

Ace blinked slowly, wincing, and turned his gaze away, "I don't want to chat."

"Ace," you managed to whisper.

"Look," his voice was unusually stern, "this isn't up for discussion, F/N. I'm not a kid anymore and I don't need permission."

That was true. All of it. This was a harsh reminder that the boys, in fact, didn't need you like they used to. They were their own men now and could make their own life choices regardless of your feelings.

"I- I know." you squeaked passed the lump in your throat.

Ace glanced at you from the corner of his eye. He knew deep down that you just worried for him.

Why did Pops have to get sick? He'd done nothing but take in and love kids that others deemed unlovable. How did the universe repay him? A slow painful death. He didn't deserve that.

Of course, you were unaware of your little brother's inner struggles. You knew he was angry, sure, but just how much you couldn't fathom. For some reason seeing tears slip down your cheeks made him clench his fits and jaw. Tension rolled in like a fog blanketing everything in its path while you did your best to gather yourself.

This was his fault. What a worthless waste of a brother he was. Your father just died and all he was doing was putting you through more stress. Why couldn't he deal with things properly? Why did beating the shit out of something, anything feel so...

For some reason letting his rage take over made him numb to all of the pain he felt. Now he wished he could hit something. So lost in his self-loathing he hadn't noticed you leave your seat and drift across the room. He jumped in surprise when you suddenly dropped to your knees in front of him.

"Wha-" he gasped as you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into a tight hug.

"Please... Please just be safe." you sobbed into his shoulder.

"I am. I'm safe." he hugged you back, "It won't be much longer."

"Promise?" you muttered gently cupping his freckled cheeks.

He was already working hard to choke back tears he'd been refusing to shed, seeing the desperate look in your big tear-filled eyes certainly didn't help. Why couldn't he just be strong for you for once? You'd always been the anchor for the youngest siblings and even now as a grown man, he couldn't repay you.

Finally, he snapped trying to furiously blink the wetness in his eyes away he let out a strangled sigh abandoning his chair for your embrace. You weren't sure your heart could shatter anymore but seeing the least sensitive of your babies break down certainly sent some shock waves through your chest.

"I'm sorry," he muttered a few times against your collar as you swayed from side to side rubbing warm circles against his back.

You had calmed down and switched into comforting mode so seamlessly, shushing him until his sobs faded. Though you were only a little more than eight years apart Ace always found you to be quite motherly when it came to himself, Sabo and especially Luffy. Seeing you so upset over something he had done to himself broke his heart.

"I don't know what else to do." his voice was raspy from his emotional outburst.

"It's fine." you replied brushing your fingers through his waves, "As long as you're safe, and you feel better I'll support you."

He was quiet for a few seconds longer, appreciating your comfort and feeling a little guilty for keeping this from you when he knew you were capable of understanding his views even when angry.

"You need a haircut." you murmured still tugging at his hair.

Finally, a chuckle rumbled through his chest as he sat back with a small smile.

"Thanks, F/N."

________________

"So it went well?" Zoro asked absentmindedly fumbling with your fingers as you faced each other in his bed.

" 'Well' probably isn't the word I'd use," you watched him with an amused smile, "but we took steps forward and he's working it out in his own way. Whether I agree with his means or not is my problem, I guess."

"Do you at least feel better about it?" he asked moving your hand to place a kiss upon your knuckles.

"Yes." you murmured a little mesmerized by his affection.

Damn, was he always this attractive?

"That's what counts," he affirmed pulling you closer and kissing your lips.

A few smooches turned into long deep kisses as you pressed yourself against him feeling the need to be closer. Immediately his hands greedily began to roam over your curves stopping to squeeze his favorite parts, encouraging you to tangle yourselves further. You pulled away first to allow him to catch his breath, planting kisses down his jaw and neck. He hummed appreciating your forward attention before bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks and stop you.

"You sure?"

[haterishated]

♡ << LESHY X READER HEADCANONS >> ♡

General

- When Leshy was a child, he had a massive chewing addiction, putting everything and anything into his mouth. He couldn't help it. If he liked something, he ate it. If he hated something, he ate it. Yes, innocent followers count, too.

- He loved to burrow into the dirt and rest underground when he was tired or wanted a break from the surface. When Shamura couldn't find him, they checked anywhere that had moist soil and warm light.

- Leshy bathes under the sun in his free time and often lounges on the branches of trees, often falling asleep on them.

- His favorite sibling is Shamura or Heket. He loves hanging out with them and is often seen with them. Leshy is indifferent with Kallamar and has rivalry with Narinder.

- Leshy owns a colossal garden in Darkwood next to his temple and he takes walks there everyday and takes care of the plants along with his devoted and trusted followers.

- Leshy can sprout any flower ( mainly camellia or daisies ) on his body when he feels a strong emotion. It could be rage, joyfulness, extreme sadness, or anything else that could strongly affect him and his mood.

- After Narinder's banishment, he toughened up by a lot and grew strict, cold, and aggressive. Leshy took his job more seriously and wasn't as playful, childish, and sweet as he used to be.

- It pains Leshy to know that he has to put up an act to maintain his reputation as the owner of the green crown and one of the four bishops of the old faith. It hurts Leshy to know that he can't go back to the past and stay who he used to be.

In Friendship

- When you're friends with Leshy before Narinder's exile from the Old Faith, it will be the most chaotic friendship you could ever have.

- Leshy will and is not afraid to cause trouble and drag you along absolutely everywhere. And if you refuse, he always has a way to make you have to chase after him and join him or else he'll cause way too much trouble and chaos for his own good.

- You both have a headquarters / secret base you guys go to whenever you two are bored or just wish to hang out. It's a massive tree in a clearing in Darkwood with a camellia field so large it looks like the ground is made of flowers. Leshy loves to hang on the trees there or curl up around you when he wants to take a nap.

- He'll tell you a his secrets and anything interesting or funny that happens throughout his day. Leshy just loves talking with you about anything he finds intriguing. Once he finds an interesting topic, he will NOT stop talking about it until his voice gets hoarse.

In Relationship

- Leshy is super confused when you mentioned something about committing to a relationship. He doesn't know the difference between platonic and romantic so he doesn't really know what to do.

- Does he do the same things he's always done throughout your friendship or does he initiate something difference? little guy has no idea how romance works.

- Just explain what couples usually do.

- Kissing, hugging, falling asleep together, sharing things, holding hands. Stuff like that.

- Leshy is still a bit puzzled, but at least you've cleared it up for him at least a small little bit. He'll try to do those things but if he ever gets anything wrong, let him know and he'll fix it, or if Leshy does anything that makes you uncomfortable or he accidentally crosses your boundaries, he'll stop immediately.

- Bush boy is new to this whole 'being in love' thing, but he's working on it!

[violentdesires]

a feather taken by the wind blowing . i'm afflicted by the not knowing , so i look in people's windows , transfixed by rose golden glows . they have their friends over to drink nice wine . i look in people's windows , in case you're at their table . what if your eyes looked up and met mine , one last time ?

𝐈 , application .

( chris wood / 450+ / he , him ) — it’s been a while since we’ve seen leopold wayne in the shadow world. the warlock resides in the faerie realm and reminds us of bloody knuckles, handwritten letters and freshly made beds. rumor has it that they might have a connection to the seelie court as the seelie king, but only time will tell where their loyalties really lie. until then, only one thing is certain : the descent into hell will be easy for the bibliophilic.

𝐈𝐈 , basic information .

name . . . leopold alexander wayne .

nicknames . . . leo .

species . . . warlock .

age . . . 450+ .

date of birth . . . august 13th .

place of birth . . . england .

pronouns . . . he, him .

sexuality . . . bisexual .

residence . . . faerie realm .

languages . . . english as well as a couple of others .

𝐈𝐈𝐈 , personality .

zodiac sign . . . leo .

negative traits . . . restless , self-destructive , strict .

positive traits . . . considerate , mannered, determined .

hobbies . . . reading , book binding .

𝐈𝐕 , appearances .

faceclaim . . . chris wood .

height . . . 1,83 cm .

hair color . . . brown .

eye color . . . blue .

notable facts . . . leopold's warlock mark are glowing blue eyes , but he rarely lets them show and glamours them most of the time .

𝐕 , relatives .

parents . . . alexander and tbd wayne .

siblings . . . calahan wayne as well as three other younger siblings .

familiar connections . . . auraline wayne ( wife ) , alina wayne ( daughter ) , celeste wayne ( daughter ) , ryella wayne ( daughter ) .

pets . . . cassiopeia , his immortal own . aurelius , his hellhound . leora , his wife's hellhound .

𝐕𝐈 , biography .

Leopold Wayne is the oldest out of five (half-)siblings and he was born to a demonic father and a mundane mother. Unlike many demonic pregnancies this one was not owed to manipulation of an innocent human being. It happened out of love and his parents married shortly after his birth and as he grew older, he always had a very close relationship to both of his parents as well as his younger siblings. His mother taught him about mundane ideals and traditions while his father taught him to control and harness his powers as a warlock. He felt loved, privileged and content with his life - hell, Leopold felt like he could not have asked for a better one. He loved England, he had parents that adored him, he had incredible powers and friends and siblings to love and dote on. What else could he possibly need? A fifth pregnancy surprised just about every member of the Wayne household. Leopold felt excited when his mother announced that she was pregnant again, but something about this was different. Even before she gave birth, she fell ill and they all tried to keep her as comfortable as possible as she fought for her life. His mother gave birth to a daughter and first there was relief. They could focus on her health now, maybe even use magic to make things better, but it did not take a genius to see that something was not the way it was meant to be. Leopold’s fourth sibling could not possibly be his father’s. Knowing that his wife could die was enough to drive his father insane, but he snapped the moment he realized that his wife had cheated on him. He no longer cared about the fact that she could lose her life, much the opposite. A part of him wanted her to die, and the all-consuming rage and pain that he felt extended toward all of them, so Leopold made them flee. None of them have ever seen their father again and while it broke his heart, he did what he had to do to protect his siblings and his mother. They needed her and he could not sit back and watch as their father destroyed their family. After they fled, Leopold focused on his mother’s wellbeing. He knew all about the accords, his father made sure that he studied them. Not because he believed in them, but to make sure that he could stay safe. He knew that his plan to save his mother’s life was a dangerous one, but what choice did he have? He studied countless grimoires from all over the world, tried spell after spell to get his mother back to full health, but all attempts failed, until he made his decision. He was older than his siblings, he would be able to handle her passing, but they could not - and if he failed to cure this mysterious sickness, there was another way out. He contacted an old friend, one of the closest friends he has ever had, which happened to be a vampire. With his mother’s consent, she was finally turned and her sickness was replaced by bloodlust. One that took decades to control, but still. It was better than letting her go, wasn’t it?

His family stayed very close, travelling from place to place together while he was practically raising his youngest sister, but he never felt a strong urge to stay in one place - until he found Auraline. There was something about her that made him feel drawn to her and he could not believe his eyes or his ears when he realized that she had no idea just how special she was. Leopold chose to stay with her, spending the next centuries mentoring her and teaching her how to discover and use her powers. It made him feel like he had a purpose in life, but - more importantly - there seemed to be no greater joy than to spend time with the faerie. He cared for her, more than he ever cared about an individual outside his family, and his feelings only grew more intense… until he fell in love with her. The two of them spent their time loving each other with everything they had and, once again, he felt blessed. They faced obstacles in their relationship, like any other couple, but Leo realized that Auraline was all that he needed and it seemed like they could work through anything. There was such love, trust and passion between them, he truly believed that they were unbreakable. But life had a way of teaching him lessons when he least expected them. When Auraline told him that she wanted to learn more about her roots, Leopold supported her. He understood her desire to find out about her family, to learn more about her heritage. He offered to join with her. To wait for her. He promised he would do anything to make this as easy as possible for her and respected her decision when she wanted to go alone, but he never thought that Auraline would not return. At first, he felt like he must have made a mistake. Maybe he got the wrong date, the wrong time? Maybe he missed a message? He tried to convince himself that he messed up, but deep down he already knew the truth. She wasn’t coming. A part of him refused to believe that anything happened to her, but what was he supposed to do? He could not reach her and she was not reaching out to him. She wasn’t coming. He knew it and yet, he could not stop showing up, praying that by some miracle she would show up after all… but that moment never came and the pain threatened to consume him. He struggled to let go, he knew he couldn’t let go, but if he kept showing up it would kill him. Still, it took him decades until he finally let his baby sister stop him from coming to the spot where they were supposed to reunite.

Up until then, any offer to become high warlock was rejected by him, but Leopold knew he needed a distraction, so when his kind asked him to take the spot in New York he finally agreed. It wasn’t easy for him to part from his family, but he felt like it was his only shot at moving on, even though he still felt like he never could. Not fully. Yet, throwing himself into work and duty distracted him enough to make his days a little more bearable. Besides, there was one benefit that came with the job: He made a deal with the seelie queen, becoming her right hand - all in hopes of finding any hint about Auraline’s fate. Roughly a century went by with lots of false promises and lies, but he never managed to get her a message or to learn anything about her. He knew the queen toyed with him, but even as he continued to try to make peace with the past, he refused to give up. His past made it rare for him to let anyone close to him. He had a handful of selected friends that he had for decades or centuries and he did not care all that much to meet new people, but one mundane was really insistent on getting to know him. Gabriella was young, way too young for someone like him, but once she saw him she refused to let him off the hook. He was reluctant to bond with her, but he thought a few conversations would not hurt. Conversations eventually turned into hook ups, hook ups turned into dates and even the fact that he was not human did not seem to scare her away. She eventually moved in with him and while his family hardly approved of the fact that his new girlfriend was a human being, he eventually tried to be more serious with her. After the spell trapped them in the faerie realm, there were obstacles in their way that Leopold never expected. They tried to sort them out for a while, but eventually had to admit defeat and they ended their relationship - though that relationship was not the only one that got messy. It is hard to be okay when you finally find out what happened to your ex, just to realize that she is the queen of the realm. It was the first time he questioned everything: What if he wasn’t so privileged, after all? What if he was only destined to lose everyone he ever let close? What if he wasn’t good enough for any of them? Was that his lesson in life? Being so close to his wife after all of this time apart felt more than just difficult. He attempted to fight the feelings, the longing, the desire, all of it, but those plans were designed to fail. They rekindled their centuries old relationship and now that he reunited with Auraline, he refuses to let anything get in the way of their happiness ever again. It is the reason why he agreed to become her king and step down as high warlock: To protect his wife and their three children, Celeste, Alina and Ryella.

𝐕𝐈𝐈 , wanted connections .

familiar . . . wayne mother , wayne siblings .

romantic . . . n / a .

platonic . . . his best friend that turned his mother into a vampire , a witch or warlock that he guides , friends that he made in the past , etc .

credits : psd , template .

[gianna-foxwood]

Gianna could only watch in absolute horror as the scenery played around her like a slow motion movie that had nothing to do with her brother's abilities. Never had she come this close to a fight, and never had it been about her. The witch's brothers had done everything they could to save her from the torment of the Foxwood household; keep her sequestered away from anyone that they believed could do her harm, but it was to her detriment. She was naive, too innocent for the corrupt world around them and where did that land her? Her brothers, her very reason that she remained living and breathing for so long, fighting against not one but two demon Princes for her soul that she so shortsightedly gave away on a whim. A foolish and naive fantasy where she thought that she had a modicum of control in the cruel world. All to keep her brothers safe, a warped notion. Even while Azriel screamed at her to run, she couldn't; rooted to the spot like she was stuck in quicksand. Gianna could only begin to move once she felt Envy's magic and hear his words, thick and constricting, wind around Kai– witnessing her brother walk with a purpose she'd never seen him carry before. The knife glinting with a threatening promise towards Azriel. "No, anything but that," Gianna cried out her feet barely moving before Envy stood before her. Her blue eyes flicked to his face, her lips trembling with the anguish that ripped through her though she surprised herself when she stood still as Envy touched her. Throughout everything, he had kept his promise– he never purposely hurt her. Her own pain coming from witnessing the scene and feeling the anguish from the people she loved more than herself.

Azriel's bionic hand was wrapped around Kai's wrist while his flesh hand attempted to push away from the knife that was pressed against his throat with an unnatural strength, but he couldn't move; his eyes staring into the face that no longer belonged to his brother, but a man possessed and out for blood. He could barely pick up what Envy was saying to his sister, watching the demon Prince in his peripheral weave a crown. He could only assume it was a new deal, an adjustment to make sure that him and Kai remained alive; it was the only way that him and his brother were still breathing as it was when they were clearly overpowered. Before he could even attempt to push his sister's name through his lips, to beg her not to take the new deal, Azriel felt the ground trembling beneath where he laid. He knew that his time was done, that Wrath was breaking out of the confine of his mind that the witch had sent him to. Wrath inhaled raggedly from his place on the ground before he exhaled feral growl, his vision red with rage as he wished nothing more than to rip the witch that dared to lock him away to shreds. His fingers clawed the ground as he gathered himself to his feet, the inky shadows clinging to his skin like dark tendrils; only a fraction of the power he felt when he was whole and it only made him angrier. If he'd been calmer, he would have realized the situation– noticed that the little mouse's siblings were no longer moving, seemingly stuck in time, but all he saw was prey as he stalked towards them with a threatening promise. So ready to adorn the world with their organs strung around like garland and confetti.

Gianna didn't have the time to think about the correct decision or even the implication of what Envy was asking of her, her mind and body in such disarray– under extreme duress from the moment that her brother stole her away. It was only when she heard the terrifying noises coming from the other demon Prince that she began to move again, knowing that Wrath would truly rip her brothers apart if she didn't agree to the new deal. Becoming Envy's queen and standing by his side and everything that came in between– she didn't have time to overthink for once, grabbing at the intricate crown. Maybe if she had more time, or was more insane, she would have taken the time inspect every inch of the crown with the same fascination that she had while watching Envy summon the necklace that now held his signet ring around her neck. "I'll do it, I'll be your queen," Gianna managed to squeeze out in irritation, the sheer force of anger that was rolling off of Wrath in waves colliding with her. It was too much. Before she lost more of herself to the emotions around her, the witch placed the crown on her head; a perfect fit. Her eyes flicked to her brothers, Wrath, and then back to Envy as her hands reached to clutch at the fabric of his shirt. "Uphold your end, please– save them."

Envy took enjoyment in his kills and the hunt on his own, but when he found himself unsatisfactory by the lone game, Wrath provided an excellent partner-in-crime. Lust and Gluttony shared in the other's company, two peas in a pod that was nearly sickening to the man, Pride and Greed bonded over their finer accommodations like suits and town cars, but Wrath and Envy always agreed what truly makes this world flourish. Bloodlust, murder, the torment of all mortal kind. And neither were subtle about the spectacle surely to grab the attention of their enemies. Envy could have guessed losing Gianna was not of her own doing, rather the two brothers it seemed she was rather intent on concealing from his knowledge. Two siblings desperate enough to defy a demon Prince's wishes and steal her away like a princess by any means necessary. Envy could feel the girl's hesitation and fear as their gazes locked from across the yard, flickering away briefly to watch Wrath's little display. An expression of amusement covered his features as his brother sliced through the car's metal seamlessly, retrieving his pet from the vehicle with near impatience if Envy did not know the other enjoyed playing with his meals. "Now, now, brother. Don't frighten her, you nasty boy." In the demon's own way, he didn't intend to instroke genuine fear in Gianna. Ensure she remained obedient, yes, break her...just a little. Fear, though? While she should feel intimidation, being afraid did not serve his interests.

The sound of the metal shredding from his car was like nails on a chalkboard stabbing Kai's eardrums relentlessly. Envy's binding spell prevented him from turning his head and communicate a silent message to his sister that she act on any fight-or-flight response that may naturally course threw her, but he knew Gianna didn't possess the training of a warrior capable of defending herself against a demon and perhaps, that was his and Az's fault for holding on tight. Protecting her did not save her in this dire situation, just caused more harm than good. He and his brother possessed overconfidence fooling themselves in thinking they could run and hide their sister away successfully, it was a leap, but even he couldn't deny the shock at how quickly Envy and Wrath found them. Kai caught his sister's form out of the corner of his eye until her back came into full view, knowing she did this with a purpose. Keep him out of Envy's sight and distract the demon long enough to forget about harming her brothers. He took advantage of the distraction for himself, his fingers twitching unnoticeably as he worked his magic around the invisible binds. He began fast-forwarding the clock when the demon's own magic keeping him subdued would fade away. Kai tested the waters discreetly and shifted his arm, feeling the barrier already weakening.

Envy's features softened at her delicious pleading and came a miniscule distance close to throwing in the towel for this little revenge game he began with Wrath. She was asking so nicely, a near blubbering mess, and begging a mighty demon Prince to spare the lives of her family. Her presence pulled him away long enough for Kai to lock eyes with Azriel, understanding the message conveyed, gaze touching on his brother's mechanic arm that he knew carried a secret latch in case of emergencies. That was all that was needed. Envy released a frustrated groan as the knife had been knocked from his hands at the same time Kai finally broke free from the binds and sending himself flinging toward the demon. Using the momentum from the slight run, the witch pushed from the ground and sent a roundhouse kick that send his boot connecting to the side of the demon's head. Envy stumbled to the side with anger flashing his expression and shot forward, wrapping an arm around Kai's neck and squeezing his jugular veins. "Oh, you want to play, baby?" Kai's fingernails scratched at the demon's forearm as his vision began growing spotty. He could barely make out Wrath and Azriel in between the threat of unconsciousness, but he wasn't giving in to the fucker. With tremendous strength, he yanked himself forward and utilized the force to send Envy flipping onto his back and releasing the death grip. Kai didn't hesitate creating distance between the two, enforcing his magic the minute the Prince began walking towards him, setting Envy back five seconds from that point. Stuck in a time loop, unable to reach his intended target. "Enough!" Envy roared and broke himself from the loop, shooting out a palm and hurtling the witch through the air before he came colliding with the ground. The demon's gaze flickered to Wrath, his brother's expression blank as a stark white canvas under an enchantment before landing on Gianna. "Enough." He ground more firmly, taking a few steps forward, "They've given us no choice, Sugarplum. Now I'm being forced to break my promise. I can see how it hurts you." He burst out in a fit of humorless laughter, "You know, I commend your siblings for the lengths they would go protecting family. My own clearly would do the same, but at the moment, they are at odds. Yours...they appear to possess a close unbreakable bond. However," Envy lifted a hand and snapped his fingers, "What is a little brotherly rivalry?"

Kai suddenly experienced an insurmountable jealousy overcome his entire body, feeling it creep through his veins and sparking a fire unlike anything he has come across. And it was directed all at him, Azriel, his brother. The witch's brain concocted every memory he held of the man, whether they were false or accurate, but the only thing he wanted was what Azriel possessed. Kai slowly rose to his feet on a mission, spotting the abandoned hunting knife laying in the grass and feeling his feet move towards it, could feel his fingers wrap around the handle. It was the manner of a minute before he charged forward and barreled into his brother blindly, knocking him straight into the ground. A warped monster of rage and envy contorted his features before he pressed the sharp edge of the knife to Az's exposed throat. Cut it, slice it, make him bleed. The temptation invaded Kai's thoughts. Envy snapped his fingers again and toned down the bloodlust, but his magic kept the brothers locked in the same position. "Our bargain of protection did not include your brothers, darling. There is nothing stopping my own brother and I from killing them. I'm feeling generous, though, since you have done so well begging for my mercy." Envy eliminated the distance between himself and the girl, a hand raising to wipe away her stray tears, "How about another deal, Gianna? I will spare the lives of your family... if you become my queen." The Prince slowly smirked, "Ruling at my side forever, soul spared from the tortures hell would bring upon it." Envy raised his hands palms facing up as a dark swirling smoke encapsulated them, breathing a delighted hum. The mass soon cleared and left in his hands, a crown fit for a Queen of Envy. The black metal weaved through intricately like a circle of vines, small stick points rising in a patterned fashion around the diadem. Resting on top of each point was a glittering green gemstone in a pear shape that if one turned the crown upside down, it would resemble drops of blood. "I would choose quickly before Wrath awakens and tears your brothers apart."

[bellamer]

It's sad when you realize Big Mom has all of these children but is just a big child herself because she was always being taken advantage of by adults who wanted to use her for her own gain and preyed on her childlike innocence mixed with her destructive tantrums and tendencies. She never really grew up and had no one to help her grow up so despite being an old woman, she still has this childlike mindset and throws tantrums when she doesn't get her way.

Perospero seemed to inherit the worst of her tendencies, even though he does care for his family, I think Katakuri stepped up to plate, despite only being the 2nd son, and forced himself to grow up quickly to take care of his siblings because he knew his mother wasn't going to do it and Perospero certainly wasn't going to do it and they all had no fathers, so Katakuri was the only hope but because he's only one person, he couldn't give his attention to all of his siblings equally, so that's why some of Big Mom's kids ended up a little more fucked up than most and inheriting their mother's worst traits.

I can't imagine having to grow up so early while having a parent who never grew up at all and having to be obedient to that parent who doesn't love you, but only sees you as a means to an end as long as you do whatever they say but will go into a homicidal rage if you dare try to leave them because of their past abandonment issues.

Like, I feel if there was some way to just snap Big Mom out of her childlike behavior, she'd at least be a little remorseful to the pain she's caused her children, or at least feel bad for killing some of them.

I want to feel bad for her, but I never will.

[space-blue]

Have you heard of the LOL/ Arcane theory popular on Twitter right now that Vi so far has been coded as a... wife-beater for a lack of a better term? What's your opinion on this? Do you feel there's any room created by the narrative to consider this?

Yeah ok that's a rough one… Might lose some followers over this lol

I stay far and away from "twitter fandom drama". I don't think the limited word count is very conducive to productive dialogue. Here? Sure. I can write an essay on silly meta and my silly mutuals (affectionate) will actually read it and even reply. So no, I use twitter to reblog art and post some of my own for Arcane, but I'm almost never on it and not interested in whatever "Arcane Twitter" has to chirp. I was completely unaware of this nonsense.

Now, to answer you…

WHERE? Where is the proof? The textual, in the show, screenshot to screenshot proof that Vi is even remotely "coded" as a "wife-beater"? Do the little birds provide it? [this is a rhetorical question, don't feel the need to provide links, I've lost as much brain power on this theory as I'm willing to]

Is it that clip I've used myself, that hints at Vi hitting Powder in the Enemy video? Has like… none of them gotten mean to your siblings when they drove you mad? Did they all have golden childhoods? Vi sure didn't. She's an orphan at this stage, just moved in with a man whose nickname is the Hound, who she just saw cave someone's head in with his fists. Her younger sister is basically her daughter, and she's already shown signs of mental illness, probably from before the bridge.

Vi, as a kid, is incredibly disadvantaged. She's dirt fucking poor, her role model rules their criminal underground with his fists, and her sister/daughter/ward is a chronic problem-maker with mental issues and probably her own boatload of trauma. I mean, they both walked into an actual charnel, amid dozens of dead bodies, to find their own dead mom (and presumably, dad?). As preteens!!

I think, by and large, we can cut Vi some slack for hitting Powder. The Enemy video hints she pushed her to the ground. Is that the wife beating coding? I see nothing else. And if that's in, then it's actual bollocks.

Meanwhile, do you know what you get if you type "What Profession Has The Highest Rate Of Domestic Violence?" in google? Yeah, that's right. Non-Fictional Enforcers

A couple between a victim who was falsely imprisoned for 5-to-10 years and is trauma ridden by the way her entire life was shaped by systemic injustice, and a cop… Who has the highest percentage chance of beating who? As you may have guessed, I'm not a big fan of Caitvi as a season 1 ship.

There is NO evidence in the show that Vi would be a wife beater. Slapping your sister for murdering your entire family in a moment of blind sorrow and rage isn't the same as being an abuser. Worse, the show takes insane pains to showcase Vi as being basically the same in act II and III as in act I.

They make such an effort to make her seem to still have that "good heart" of hers. She is precipitated into a relationship with an enforcer mere days after she's let out of prison. It's completely unrealistic. The show is ready to bend itself into a pretzel to tell us that Vi is fine, and she is SO kind actually that she will let one cute enforcer prove to her that her prejudices are wrong! uwu

Do you have any idea what 6+ years in a jail would be like, as a complete innocent, being beaten so many times the warden forgets? And please, it's a mixed prison too, since she's in there with Mek? The show bails out of making Vi as dark and traumatised as she ought to be, by all rights.

The show chickens out of taking the time to make Vi scary. To make her hate and distrust Caitlyn, who is the pretty face of oppression, who didn't even think to release her on her own after finding she was wrongfully imprisoned, and instead needed to be threatened.

They unrealistically sped up their relationship because they wanted the fandom working its teeth on their lesbian romance like a chew toy all the way to season 2.

So no, in my blunt, honest opinion, there's no "coding" for Vi being a wife beater. She's "coded" as an unrealistic goodie who came out of prison emotionally stunted, stuck in her 15 yo self, refusing to see reason when it slaps her in the face—but very ready to see how pretty the enforcer lady is—and otherwise unaffected. She's cool, she's strong, she loves her sister, she's so kind she won't even make a convincing effort at hating Cait… but she lets her ruin things between her and Jinx. Vi suffers the most in act II and III, characterisation wise.

I find it incredibly frustrating because building actual earned trust between Cait and Vi is not actually that hard. There's a few changes to be done in the way they interact, especially early on, and it becomes so much more convincing.

Worse regarding this theory, the one Arcane writer who has been… oversharing… her headcanons, is Amanda, the Caitvi bandwagon driver. You think Riot would let her hype Caitvi as a cute ship for season 2, only to tear them apart with domestic violence?? It'd be like strangling the golden goose. And after they went and took out all the police brutality lines from Vi's LoL character too! No chance.

People who speculate that Vi would hit Cait or be a wifebeater are probably projecting what they want to see and calling it "X-coded" because it makes them sound serious. The doctor's prescription is a whole day at the park touching the grass, and then a whole month watching quality essays on media literacy and analysis.

[turquoisea]

Family reunion

Pairing: Dabi/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, Dub-con, Degradation, Brother/Sister Incest, Manipulation, Guilt-tripping, OOC, Smut

Contains manga spoilers. Minors DNI.

Words: 4130

Synopsis: You was kidnapped while on your way home from work. Turned out your kidnapper was someone you knew.

A/N: I don't own any of the characters. Please read the warnings before continuing and we're gonna jump straight to the scene after (y/n) had been kidnapped (because i was too lazy to write the former part OTL)

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Unable to escape from the kidnapper’s tight rope around your wrists, you helplessly let him carry you to somewhere that looked like an abandoned building. Not like you could exactly tell where it was, given the fact that your eyes had been covered ever since he captured you until you two “arrived” at the destination. Either had you been able to scream or to call for help, “If you decide to be a naughty little girl and make a fuss, or to even let a single person know about this and hinder my work, I can and I will burn your whole workplace while letting your watch every single second of it.” – the kidnapper had threatened, making panic surged within your body; the only thing you could blurt out to answer his “Is that clear?” was a simple “Yes.” Not wanting to involve any of your aquaintances, you decided to keep your mouth shut the entire time. You thought that it was a better idea to wait until you could learn about what he wanted, his motives behind this before trying to escape.

He placed you down on the floor after carrying you into a small room with the action being a little too gentle for a kidnapper, you thought and opened your eyes only to be met with a pair of turquoise gazes, slightly hidden behind his spiky black hair. Those reminded you of Shouto’s left eye color but they had a rather.. captivating effect, making you unable to tear your eyes off them. More like Touya’s eyes – the recollection passing your mind was quickly brushed off, given the harsh reality that Touya has been dead for more than 10 years. You cautiously opened your mouth to ask, still keeping eye contact.

"What do you want?"

“…What do I want?” He repeated the question before slowly taking off his black face mask. The way he did it was deliberate, elegant even, as if he was putting on a show to reveal what’s hidden behind the mask. In front of you was an abnormal façade: Purple skin lied under his eye bags, his lower cheeks and lower lip, all the way down to his collarbone; connected together with the normal parts of the skin by surgical staples. An audible gasp escaped your throat the moment you realized that the man who abducted you was the wanted criminal you saw on TV.

“League of Villains.. You’re.. You’re Dabi…”

“Dabi? Ah yes, people call me that now. But I thought you would recognize me now, you’re my family after all..” He trailed off at the end, as though he was rather hurt by your comment.

“Family? Stop joking now, we don’t even know each other!”

“You sure? Even when you used to call me Touya-nii with that sweet voice of yours?”

“I said stop!! Listen, I have no idea why you know about Touya but he’s not alive anymore, don’t bring him into this!” Your shaking voice resounded with rage. In the past few years you’d partly moved on from your brother’s death, even learned how to stop tearing up whenever someone mentions him. To say you was mad was an understatement, since the kidnapper crossed the line, pulled out those emotions that you’d tried so hard to hide them away. You couldn’t stay calm anymore. This villain and the audacity to even mention Touya, let alone making such an unbearable joke about him.

“(y/n)-chan,” The way he called your name was too familiar “you still have the habit of defending me after all this time.”

“Wh..What.. do you mean?”

“Don’t you remember? You were always there to patch me up every time I went out training on my own. Those nights that distress and hatred consumed me, you were the only one who was willing to give me a shoulder to cry on, to hear me rant about that stupid family. You were the only one who didn’t refuse to look at a “failure” like me while our father focused all his attention on that “masterpiece”. You made me feel like I’m not useless, (y/n)-chan. Sure you haven’t forgotten, right?”

“You’re.. lying.. Touya-nii is..”

“Yes, yes. Everybody thought so.” He interrupted. “But I escaped from the fire and as you can see,” He raised his hand to touch the staples. “I’m still here. If I’d died in that fire, I would have become a ghost, an evil spirit to haunt the hell out of Todoroki Enji.” The explanation ended with a snort.

But not for you, you couldn’t possibly laugh about it the way he did. You were nothing but speechless. The big brother you once thought wasn’t here, could never be here with you anymore was still alive and kicking. Thoughts of how Touya had managed to live since that day started to emerge your mind and probably because of the invisible connection, the blood connection between you two, you could feel his pain, his suffering, the dull ache that never go away in every single staple on his body… It must’ve been hard for a thirteen-year-old child to manage by himself after crawling out of a literal hell, you thought, mouth still agaped with astonishment. Tears neither stopped welling up, nor did they escape your shiny orbs when you looked at him through your blurry vision. You had so many questions to ask, but none of them could be voiced.

“But that’s the story for another day. Now, we have to celebrate the happy reunion of brother and sister, right?” He interrupted your thoughts before slowly approaching you. His tall body hovered over yours, enhancing the feeling of being small and helpless as your hands still being tied behind your back. He gripped your jaw with one hand, the other started to work on the buttons of your shirt while Touya’s slightly chapped lips met your own in a kiss that was soft at first but quickly turned passionate, sloppy with his tongue chasing every corner of your mouth.

“Touya..nii..” You panted between his kisses, trying your best to stop him from doing what you think he was trying to do. “We shouldn’t.. You shouldn’t do this.. We’re siblings..”

“Ah yes, you’re my favorite sibling after all, one more reason why we should do this, right?” His stapled mouth stretched into a huge grin, then he leaned back to take in the view of your body.

“My little sister has grown up.. To be honest, I didn’t have any of these dirty thoughts when we were children but now, I just want to fucking ravish you until all you can think of is me and my cock.”

His dirty talk sent a shiver thorough your body and you started to feel heat coiling up in your core. As if amused, turned on by your reaction, Touya grabbed one of your breasts and gave it a squeeze, causing a soft moan to escape your pump lips.

“What was that? Don’t tell me (y/n)-chan is aroused by her very own brother, hm? I’ve been stalking you for a while, my little sister. ‘Twas hard to find you since you don’t live at that house anymore. Can’t believe behind all those innocent act is a little whore who gets aroused easily by her Touya-nii.” He spat out, specifically emphasized the phrase you used to call him. Blue eyes looking down at you as if you were indeed what he said – a slut waiting to be bred.

“Touya-nii.. Please stop it.. I don’t want this..” Looking up at him through your wet lashes, you said with a whimper, begging him to stop.

Little did you know it had no such effect for Touya. Seeing your vulnerable face in a helpless state only boosted his ego; he felt as if he was the only one you could rely on, the only one who was able to decide your fate and damn, he could never get bored of this.

“What a pity, (y/n)-chan, because I, in fact, DO want this.” Touya murmured between kisses, leaving red spots blossoming all over your breasts, your shoulders, your collarbone. “Don’t you want to make your Touya-nii happy (y/n)-chan? You see, there hadn’t been a single day in which these staples stopped hurting me whenever I move. My tear glands were burned ever since the fire. I couldn’t cry because when I do, it hurts and blood flows out of my eye bags.” His fingers indicated the purple skin underneath his eyes as he continued. “I've lived with emotional numbness ever since. Your big brother doesn't feel anything anymore, (y/n)-chan..” Touya trailed off.

“But you, the only one who didn’t refuse to look at me... Having you here with me really makes me happy, and the kind little sister I know wouldn’t want to take that happiness away from me right?..” Turquoise orbs looked up at you through black strands of hair. As if wavering, as if pleading, as if he was asking you for your consent.

All to hide the fact that he guilt-tripped you into this.

And with him being a quick-witted, perceptive man, Touya’s tactics were never fruitless. He could tell your conscience would be troubled if you’d turned him down, especially when he phrased the words like that. He took advantage of the shocking state you were in, making you feel pity for him and overlook his immoral behaviours.

Touya waited with bated breath, eye contact still maintained.

“I..I want Touya-nii to be happy..” – your reply after a moment of thinking only caused a chuckle to escape his mouth and it’s almost like this was all he had been waiting for, all in his anticipation. This was the exact reaction that Touya wanted and as your best big brother ever, he couldn’t possibly put off anymore without his hands as your bra, nor could he wait any longer to secure this “happiness”.

“Knew my favorite sister would say that.” Touya couldn’t hide his triumphant expression when he quickly made his way down to your skirt, lifting it up so he could see what’s underneath. Gently, he palmed your groin before dragging his middle finger between your clothed slit only to find that your panties was already soaked.

“Oh? I already knew you were a whore behind your innocent façade but didn’t think you would be this shameless.. Tch.” He clicked his tongue. “Getting all nice and wet for your own brother. You said you wanted to make me happy but in truth, you just need to feel nii-san’s cock inside your hole right? Shameless slut.”

You groaned in exasperation and opened your mouth to protest but before you could even say anything, he ripped your white panties apart, making you squirm in awe. The rough pad of his thumb dragged over your clit while his knees spread your legs wide and held them in places. Touya’s finger slowly rubbed your clit in a circular motion and you couldn’t help but wanting more of those frictions, your hips involuntarily bucked forward.

“I was going to eat my favorite little sister out, but it seems like you can’t wait any longer huh? Look at this little pussy..” He said while using his index and middle finger to swipe at your entrance, gathering your juices on them, his eyes didn’t miss the way it clenched around nothing. “You must be so, so desperate to feel anything inside your pathetic hole, right? Will my fingers be enough to satisfy it?”

“Touya-nii..”

“Don’t be vague, (y/n)-chan. Sure you don’t want to hump a pillow like a dumb slut with her hands still tied while watching me masturbate to the sight of you right? Because if you don’t use your words now, I might let us do that for real.”

“Please, Touya-nii, I don’t want to! I want.. to be filled up by you instead..”

Upon hearing your words, Touya started palming the large bulge of his pants before unzipping the fermeture, gently pulled his boxer down to show you what’s underneath. Your eyes widened at the sight of Touya’s veiny cock. It was not as big as what you usually see on movies (not that you don’t know the porn industry isn’t anywhere near realistic), but rather thin and long as it was hard, practically throbbing in his palm whenever he stroked the shaft. However, what made you surprise was the shiny Prince Albert piercing located on the glans, signaling a hard time in the near future for your cervix.

Seeing your face expression only made Touya’s smirk grew wider and he looked like the cat that got the cream when he continued making you use more of your words, making you beg for his cock.

“And you want to be filled by what?”

As hesitant as you were after seeing his cock piercing, the way his fingers ignited sparkles of fire inside your core had your pride, your uncertainty wavering. You’d rather be fucked until your mouth can’t even form a coherent sentence than be left naked and needy while watching him masturbates until he cums anywhere that’s not inside your pussy. So you used your words, like a good girl should.

“By your cock, Touya-nii! I want you to fuck me hard!”

“Sure thing, my cute little slut.” He cooed. “Who am I to refuse to give my sister what she needs? I’m a good brother after all.”

And as a “good” brother he was, Touya even slide his fingers inside your wet pussy to prepare you for his cock. Despite having a fire quirk like your father, his fingers were cold and were only warmed up by the heat inside your core. They smoothly pumped into you, scissored you open, sometimes even curled up on purpose only to slightly brush against your soft spot, leaving you wanting more. His other hand found its way again on your clit, rubbing and circling along with his continuous fingering until you were nothing but a moaning mess, begging for your release.

He decided that he’d prepared you enough and retreat his fingers just before you could reach your climax. You whimpered loudly when he took the orgasm away from you, legs instantly wrapped around his hips to pull him closer. You had never felt this touch-starved before and all you could think of was only your Touya-nii, his captivating blue gazes, his touch, his voice and his pierced cock that somehow fits perfectly on his slim but toned body. You needed to feel him and you clumsily rubbed your pussy against Touya while trying to break free from the ropes tying your wrists together. But all that you could do wasn’t near enough so you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Touya-nii.. Please.. Please give me your cock.. I can’t take it anymore, I need your cock inside me..”

“Fine, since you asked so nicely.” Touya sneered as if he wasn’t the one who purposefully denied your orgasm before holding his cock, rubbing the swollen red tip at your entrance, feeling your juices mixing with beads of his precum then thrusted it all the way in. You both winced the moment you and your brother became one: you from the depth that his cock could go and him from the way your walls clenched around it.

“(y/n)-chan.. Your little pussy feels so tight.. Not that I mind how many people you slept with but damn.. This pussy's a keeper for sure..” Sighing with a shaky voice, he pulled out slowly only to slam back in ruthlessly. His hands used the dagger from before to release your aching wrists then started to rub small circles on them as if to soothe the pain. With your hands now free from bound, you wrapped them around Touya’s neck to pull him even closer, your lips moved under his to meet them in a kiss.

"Touya-nii.. Please move.." After a moment long enough for your pussy to stretch to his size, you broke from the passionate kiss to whisper to him; your tongue softly licked his lower lip, feeling the rough texture while your pussy clenched around his cock. You lifted your hips, inviting your big brother to bury his hot member deeper into you.

"Eager, aren't we?" To your plea, he only chuckled before moving his hand to grab a handful of your tits, squeezing the soft mound, toying with your swollen nipple. "Your wish is my command, my baby sister. Nii-san's going to make you feel really good now." His voice sounded so sensual when he moved his mouth close to your ear, whispered honeyed-words then nibbled at your earlobe, causing you to clench your pussy even more.

Touya's hands traveled down to grab both of your asscheeks, held them tightly in their places before he started thrusting his pulsing cock. "So good.. Touya-nii.." You moaned in rhythm with his hips whenever he bottomed out inside you; his cock piercing rubbed your walls every time he moved. The friction felt heavenly that you could feel your legs started to shake as if you couldn't control them anymore. He was different. His cock was different from anything you'd ever experienced. Touya filled you up so well, both physically and emotionally, making you feel good, feel loved, making tears well up in your eyes.

He let your legs rest on his shoulders as he continued claiming your pussy to himself, each thrust was hard and deep 'til the point that Touya's tip touched your cervix whenever he sheathed his full length in you. It hurt, but it hurt so good that not only did you not want it to stop, you wanted more and more of him, you wanted to indulge longer in this sinful pleasure.

"Fuck.. You're so tight around me.." He groaned as his pace became faster. A hand retreated from under you to hover above your neglected clit before he started stroking it softly, rubbing back and forth, drawing repeated circles onto your bundle of nerves.

Touya didn't leave anywhere on your body untouched: your tits, your belly, your inner thighs, your asscheeks, your clit, your core. His name fell out of your lips between heated moans like prayers and the pleasure kept building up that you felt like you're about to burst into bliss. Everything was so intense and you started to you wonder, is it because he denied your orgasm before or because his cock could actually bring you heaven? Those thoughts crossed your mind but you didn't know the answer. He'd fucked you dumb and now you couldn't think of anything else other than him and the tension deepening in your lower belly.

"Touya-nii.. 'M wanna cum.. Please.. Please let me cum.." You whined when you felt like you couldn't take it anymore, afraid that he would deny it again if you don't beg.

"Cum on my cock baby, let me feel you. And you should be.. Fuck.. grateful that I let you do it.." He didn't stop his assault on your clit as he railed you hard and fast, his thrust grew sloppier when your pussy clamped down on him. Wet noises echoed in the abandoned building along with your whines and the moans that Touya tried to hold back.

"Thank you.. Thank you Touya-nii.. for letting me cum.." was all you managed to choke out before you threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut causing tears of pleasure to fall out and your pussy clenched around him as you released your pent-up pressure.

"Attagirl, nii-san loves you.. Gonna officially mark you now, 'mkay? Gonna breed this little sister's pussy, gonna fill you up with my cum and put a baby in you.." Touya leaned over to whisper into your open mouth, planting chaste kisses all over your face while sloppily humping your body like an animal. You could feel him burry himself deep inside you when his brows furrowed and he muttered "Fuck" before Touya came inside your pussy. His thick ropes were hot as they spilled into your womb, painting your walls with his colour.

A moment passed with nothing but pants as you both tried to regain your breaths. You closed your eyes, basking in the afterglow with his cock still plugged in when you heard the clicking sound of a camera. Your eyes immediately shot open only to find Touya holding his phone in hand.

"Touya-nii.. Did you just.." You warily asked.

"Oh? Did I forget to tell you?" Touya casually looked up from his phone, a smirk tugged at the corner of his stapled mouth and he suddenly looked so strange, as if the person in front of you and the one who just came inside you was two different people.

"You see, there are two possible ways to completely break Todoroki Enji." He began explaining, his voice distant. "One, is to kill his masterpiece Shouto right in front of him by the own hands of his 'failure'."

"And two," His eyes locked with you as his smirk grew wider. "is to let him see his pure little angel being corrupted by the abandoned son." Touya finished his short speech, his hips pulled back so his now limp cock fell out of you with a wet pop. White cum slowly dripped out of your used pussy, all captured by the camera again.

You could see the flame of anger burning in his eyes when he mentioned your father's name and the tone of disgust in his voice when he spoke lowly of himself. There were so many problems that you didn't know where to begin with. All you could do was hang your mouth open, speechlessly watched him typing something on the phone.

"There, all done." Touya cheerfully informed. "Don't worry a thing, my baby sister, no one will get to keep those pictures except for me. I sent them to the old man using Vanish Mode, he'll see them for a few seconds before they disappear forever, just like how his little angel vanish from his life. Oh how I wish I could see his expression when he opens my messages."

You were absolutely stunned. You never thought your dead brother was able to come out alive, let alone to even have a detailed plan to destroy your father's mentality. There were so many things that your mind couldn't process in an instant.

"So you.. So you fucked me just for this?.." Your voice came out shakier than you expected. Your hands unconsciously moved to cover yourself as you hugged your own body, the world starting to crumble in your eyes.

"Partly, yes. But I wasn't lying when I said I love you." Touya planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

"E-Enough with all of this. I'm going home!" You raised your voice and wriggled out of his touch.

"Can't let you do that (y/n)-chan. The world doesn't know me as Touya, you're the first, the honorable one. Can't risk you leaking my secret right? And I plan to torture old man's mind repeatedly with more images of you, just like how he projected everything onto me when I was young." He tilted his head and laughed, and suddenly you couldn't tell whether his laughter was genuine or was an act of mockery. Probably both.

"Besides, I'm a little.. disappointed that my favorite sister actually wants to part so, so soon, especially when we just had a rather.. emotional family reunion, no?" His mood seemed to light up as he continued speaking.

"What.. do you mean by that? Just let me go already! I promise I won't tell anyone!" Tears started to form in your eyes as you slowly realized what the man meant. You were uncomfortable with the room's atmosphere; it's overwhelming you and you didn't want to stay any longer. You looked behind him, trying to figure out an escape path.

"Now, if you wanted to go so badly," - your actions couldn't escape his perceptive eyes - "I'm gonna escort you to a better place, 'mkay? They're gonna track down this place soon enough since I texted him with my phone. But don't you worry, nii-san won't let anyone hurt you, my (y/n)."

Touya had an almost-innocent smile when he approached you with his arms open, as if waiting for you to give him a hug. You backed away, but as stubborn as this Capricorn man was, he still wrapped his arms around you.

Ever since your childhood, Touya's body was warm, Touya's embrace was always comforting. But now, everything he did chilled you to the bone, making you start to shake uncontrollably. Suddenly you felt a sharp prick on your skin; followed by your consciousness slowly slipping away. Your vision started to grow blurry and all you heard before you drifted off was his voice, whispering to your ear.

"Now we won't be alone anymore."

The End.

A/N 2: I hope you enjoyed it! English isn't my first language so please be gentle with me QwQ. Thanks for reading!

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Jasmines reaction if someone punched one of the companion.

Lets say the companion is minding their own busniess sitting/standing when a random person comes out and falcon punches their face for no good reason.

Nick Valentine: Hell no. A pure bloody rage will fill her body. He is essentially her father, and the assaulter just fucked up. She has lost her family before, and she isn’t about to let it happen again. Before anyone has any time to react, she is already on them, hitting them repeatedly until they are bloody and bruised. Nick has to pull her off and drag her away in order to stop her.

Ellie Perkins: Also Hell no. Ellie is like a sister to her, she won’t let them walk away from this. This ain’t the first person ass she has to kick in defense of her siblings. She will punch them repeatedly in Ellie’s defense, putting them in a chokehold. She will strangle them out until either they are pulled apart, or they pass out.

Nora Hale: Tag teams with Piper to rush to Nora’s defense, both of them throwing a few punches before said person is screaming apologies. Blue is too sweet to be treated like that, but she insists that next time the assaulter should be put on a proper trial before such measures are taken.

Piper Wright: Harshly punches them back before tackling them down while Piper recovers and gives them a good kick, threatening to write a long article on the person who assaults unsuspecting people.

Codsworth: If the persons hand didn’t break from punching is metal body, she will break it. Codsworth will scold the assaulter in his typical manner, while asking her to stop breaking their bones.

Preston Garvey: Knows he is too kind to do much about it. So she will punch them back for him, even if he begs her not too. She makes sure to leave them with a good black eye, it takes a shitty person to hurt someone as good natured as Preston. (Or maybe they don’t like settlements.)

Curie: Curie is too innocent and sweet to do anything but cry in pain. Oh lord the assaulter Is dead. The triggering thought of a helpless girl being punch hits to close to home, sending her into a blinding rage. Only stops hitting said person when she is either physically pulled off, or until they are barely alive. She will then help comfort Curie with a hug and kiss on the head, assuring her that she did nothing wrong to deserve such treatment.

Cait: She knows the former brawler will give them hell, so she won’t do much about it other than provide support. If the person somehow gets the drop on Cait, she will calmly walk up to them to finish the job, leaving them with a few missing teeth.

Deacon: Tenses up but other than that she will not do much. She knows the man can handle himself fine. But if he starts struggling, she will run over to provide physical support. He ends up telling people that she is his bodyguard, much to her dismay.

Danse: Pre Blind Betrayal, she will smirk in amusement. In her eyes the man deserves it, and she couldn’t care less. Plus he is all high and mighty in his power armor. Post Blind Betrayal is different however. She will rush forward to his aid, giving the assaulter a few good hard whacks until she is either told to stop, or the assaulter has been knocked out.

Hancock: Laughs at the assaulter. They are fucking doomed. She knows Hancock doesn't take kindly to that kind of treatment so she will let him deal with it. If he is too high to notice or care, she will forcefully pin them down, giving them a few good hits in his defense.

McCready: The fact the man has a child makes her more defensive of him. She will walk over and stand by in case McCready can’t handle it on his own. If he can’t, she is more than happy to swing a few punches.

X6: Goes over to make sure X6 doesn’t end up killing the person. But if by some miracle the assaulter manages to gain the upper hand, she will walk over to aid the courser.

Strong: Will look on in amusement. Said person must be drunk if they thing their little noodle punches will harm the Super Mutant. She will only intervene if Strong is about to kill the person.

Dogmeat: Hahaha, You wanna die? She will sprint at full speed and proceed to tackle said person to the ground, giving them a few good hits to the head. She will then give the pup a few good pats and loves, assuring him he is a good boy. They would both walk off with the promise of treats for Dogmeat, leaving the assaulter with a few broken bones.

Old Longfellow: She will cross her arms and stare them down. She knows that the old harbor man can handle this on his own, but she will stick around to make sure he gets enough hits in.

Porter Gage: She is the one who punched him.

Moral of the story: Don't harm the companions, Jasmine holds (almost) all of them all as family. Punching them will trigger her on multiple levels. The outcome might change if the situation is different, but they will still end up with something either missing or broken.

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

The former God of Magic resents The Mother for sticking him on Earth, and plans on causing as much havoc as he can to punish Her;

Version 2, Dark!Merlin

INTRO

(Version 1, Good!Merlin)

TW: A lot of emotional manipulation, a little violence, a lot of angst.

~

“You’re late.”

The woman’s well practiced blank mask falls into a scowl as she stares at Merlin with mistrust:

“Well, perhaps I was putting off coming to see you, no matter how necessary it is.”

The gang can see the bob of Merlin’s head as he lets out a low chuckle, and they have to stop themselves from recoiling; they’d never heard a noise like that from their young friend before, it sounded almost... cruel.

He lifts a hand to cover his heart as he says in faux offense:

“You wound me, sister. You didn’t want to see your favourite sibling?”

Everyone frowns in confusion, Merlin doesn’t have... siblings. That’s not even mentioning the fact that this woman barely seems human.

The woman doesn’t hide her slight disgust, taking a step back from Merlin and letting out a harsh breath:

“I came here to tell you that you need to hurry up. Time is running out.”

Merlin chuckles again, turning to the side and taking a few short paces, his hands held leisurely behind his back. The amusement on his face is disturbing, and Arthur gulps, not noticing the way Mordred is growing paler and paler by the second. Merlin doesn’t turn to look at the woman as he speaks, and his smirk stretches wider:

“But I’m having so much fun, Ava!”

The woman, Ava, huffs again, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest. If the gang weren’t so semi-sure that Merlin wasn’t dangerous, they’d think she looked scared:

“Mother sent you here to complete a task. Get it done, and you can come home. Isn’t that what you want? To come home?”

Merlin’s smirk falls, and the snarl that the gang briefly see on his face before he whips around to face Ava takes their breath away. They barely notice the thunder, snapping in the distance in time with Merlin’s anger:

“Mother’s the one keeping me here in the first place. She could accept me back any time.”

Ava takes another step back, and Merlin tilts his head ever so slightly at the movement, but waits for her to speak:

“As punishment for your cruelty. She isn’t happy, you’re making a mess of things.”

Merlin chuckles again, tilting his head even further, and his words have an immediate chilling effect on the group hiding in the bushes:

“Well, if she insists on sending the God of Chaos to fix a problem, perhaps she should expect a little mess. Plus, I’m having more fun here than I’ve had in centuries. These humans... so gullible.-”

Ava shakes her head mournfully, but before she can say anything, Merlin continues, now pacing calmly around the clearing, waving his hands and grinning in his excitement:

“-I mean, they’re just so... easy. To play with, to manipulate. You know they all trust me? They all come running to naïve, innocent, loving little Merlin, spilling all their secrets as they go. Did you know, the drunkard is the son of a noble? “Fuck nobility” my arse, he is nobility.-”

Gwaine clenches his jaw and looks to the floor, ignoring the stares of Arthur and Leon, but before anything can be muttered, Merlin continues, listing their greatest secrets off on his fingers:

“-The gentle giant is terrified that someone’s going to find out that his preferences lie with men, which is ridiculous considering the way he stares at the aforementioned drunkard when he thinks no one but little old me is watching. The blacksmith, even years on, is terrified that his whore sister will never forgive him for... something or other, I wasn’t really paying attention. Camelot’s first, The King’s most trusted, has a debilitating fear of heights, and oh if it isn’t just hilarious to watch when he has to patrol the city walls. And then, there’s the-”

Ava rolls her mournful eyes and interrupts him:

“Your point, Em?”

Merlin laughs, fully and from the belly, but the sound doesn’t bring the gang joy like it normally does:

“My point, is that I’ve got these idiots wrapped around my finger. Mortals: the universe’s most fun toy. I haven’t even gotten to half of them yet. There’s the noble one, who thinks he holds my trust, the Druid boy, whose only redeeming feature is that he’s destined to kill the King Prat one day; believe me, if it weren’t for that I’d have killed the annoying little twerp years ago. Then there’s the King Prat’s magical sister, who is full of such terror. I play with her dreams some nights, force visions of pyres and hatred and destruction to play over and over in her mind. It’s rather amusing, watching her thrash and sweat and whimper in her sleep.-”

Arthur’s head had whipped around to Morgana when Merlin had mentioned her, but the tears streaming down her face and the way her hand was clamped tightly over her mouth stripped his anger from him. Which left him with no distraction, no way to ignore the simple fact of what was happening right now. Merlin was... not what they thought. He was powerful, he was using them. He was playing with them like puppets and pulling their strings this way and that, watching as they could do nothing but follow. Arthur didn’t know what to think, and he definitely didn’t notice the tears on his own cheeks.

Mordred was pale to the point of looking like he was about to faint and Lancelot had a deep frown on his face, tears in his eyes but not quite falling, not yet. This was... a misunderstanding. He... he knows Merlin, this is a trick, or a trap, he’ll explain later and everything will be just fine. He just has to... to trust him. Everything will be fine.

Gwaine keeps his gaze on the floor. A small part of him was feeling a little prideful that Percival liked him back, but the rest of him... had no room for anything but grief. He had suspected that Merlin had magic, but this was something else, this was... a whole new person. Did he ever really know Merlin? Did any of them? 

Elyan and Gwen sat pressed together tightly, though Gwen had one hand on Morgana’s shaking back, and her other was reaching around Elyan, gripping Leon’s shoulder tightly. Leon was just staring blankly at the scene in front of him, though anyone that knew him well enough would be able to see the tight clench of his jaw and the anger (and grief) in his eyes.

Ava interrupted Merlin’s gleeful ranting, the tears in her eyes a little more prominent as she took on a slightly more desperate tone:

“Please, Em, just... stop. They’re important, they have destinies, you can not destroy them or push them too far; this is cruel, even for you. This... you never used to be like this.”

Merlin turns around, facing away from his sister and giving the hidden group full view of his rage-filled face. His voice is quiet and clipped and angry as he asks:

“Oh?”

Another roll of thunder echoes through the clearing, closer this time, and fat droplets of rain fall harshly from the sky, mixing with the tears on everyone’s face. Ava sighs, tears overflowing as she gulps before answering, her voice shaking slightly as she takes a step towards Merlin:

“You’re meant to be the God of Magic, not Chaos. You were so... beautiful, balanced. You saw wonder in everything, every little spark of magic and every single prayer put a smile on your face. You loved humanity even more than Mother did. Now look at you, you’re tormenting them, torturing them. This isn’t you, Em, please. Help them, and things can go back to the way they were, help them and you can come home.”

The anger on Merlin’s face had only grown as she spoke, and each individual hidden in the bushes had to make a concerted effort to stop themselves from bolting. None of them had felt terror like it, and the fact that it was Merlin they were all so scared of... well, it didn’t help.

Lightening streaks across the sky and wind howls violently through the forest, calming only when Merlin shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, straightening his back and smirking slightly before he replies, still not turning around to face his sister:

“You’re right. I loved humanity, I was desperate to see them succeed. And then they butchered me. I gave them this universe to frolic in, and in return they call me a monster, a beast, they call me evil, they make nightmares out of me. I still listen to every little prayer, and do you know what I hear? I hear my people, my wonderful little creations, my creatures of magic, begging for mercy, begging for the pain to stop. The humanity I so used to love turned on them, began to burn them, out of spite and fear and hatred. I will not show them any more grace than they have showed me, I will give them exactly what they deserve, and that blonde idiot is at the top of my list of people who have to fucking pay. I won’t destroy him entirely, because ultimately I want my creatures to stop suffering, but I will break him. I will rip him apart piece by piece for what he has done to me.-”

The absolute fury in Merlin’s words, the hatred, translates to thunder in the sky and agony in Arthur’s chest. The King can barely breathe, muffling the sobs tearing from his mouth with both hands, both terrified of being discovered, and desperate to... to let Merlin punish him for the pain he has caused.

Leon settles a shaking hand on his shoulder, but Arthur doesn’t look his way, his blurry gaze focused on Merlin, now finally turning back to his sister:

“-You know, I’m this close to getting that big blonde idiot to fall in love with me. How pathetic is that?? All it took was a few touches here, a few lingering stares there, saving his life occasionally. The man is so pathetically starved for attention I imagine he’d fall for anyone who showed him the barest amount of affection. That is how I will break him.-”

The only thing stopping Arthur from sobbing aloud is Leon collapsing behind him, pulling the young King back into his chest and wrapping a tight arm around his torso, one hand clamped over his mouth as he mutters desperate reassurances into his ear. Morgana pulls Gwen close in a similar way when the servant’s cries grow harsher, her brother burying his face in her shoulder.

Lancelot barely notices Gwaine gripping his arm hard enough to leave bruises for weeks, or Percival pushing his forehead into Lance’s shoulder blade. All he can do is sit and stare at the ground, his breathing slow but shaky, tears streaming silently down his face as he rethinks everything he’s ever known.

Mordred sits on his own, rocking back and forth rhythmically as he tightens the clutch he has around his knees. Tears drip from his young cheeks, poisoning the ground beneath him as he struggles to consider his faith. His faith in magic, in Emrys, who was meant to be balanced and beautiful and giving. Emrys, who he now knew was twisted and angry and desperate for revenge.

All of their hearts are splitting, cracking down the middle.

“-It won’t be physical pain, no, that’ll be down to the Druid boy. He doesn’t want to kill Arthur now, but he will, one day, when I give him one final push. He’ll fall so far into the darkness there’ll be nothing of him left to save, and when he plunges his sword into The Pendragon’s chest, I’ll sit back and watch with a smile on my face, and Arthur will realise that the man he loves, the man who claimed to love him in return, hated him all along. Tricked him. I will watch the life drain from his eyes, and he will spend his last few moments on this world in every kind of agony imaginable, lost in the knowledge that I wanted him to suffer, that he is being punished for his sins.”

Ava shakes her head, silver tears dripping from her emerald eyes as she stares at the floor:

“Are Sir Mordred and the Lady Morgana not your creatures? Do you not wish to save at least them?”

Merlin chuckles darkly:

“I had faith in them once, but they made their decisions. They sided with a Pendragon over me. Mother may be fond of her precious Once and Future King, but to be fair, she’s fond of anything with a pulse, and I, for one, can not wait until she’s not quite so fond of him anymore.”

Ava gulps, taking a desperate step towards her amused brother, but before she can say anything, before she can make one last plea for mercy on humanity’s behalf, Merlin tilts his head, smirking dangerously:

“Do you think they’re scared?”

She halts in her tracks, blinking in confusion, and Merlin’s smile grows into a chuckle as he gestures behind him:

“The King and all his little friends, hidden in the bushes. Do you think they’re scared?” 

The gang barely have time to look up in shock before their bodies are moving, out of their control. They stand rigidly and walk single-file out from their hiding place, coming to stand in a line at the side of the clearing. Merlin hasn’t even looked at them, but his hand floats in the air, a sickly looking yellow mist swirling around his fingers as he tilts his head at his sister, staring in horror at The King, the knights, the Lady, and the servant.

Merlin drops his hand and they all fall to their knees, not even bothering to be brave as they sob. The angry God finally turns, and the serene smile on his face is chilling as he walks towards them, coming to stand in front of Lance and Mordred first. The two of them are the calmest, though calm in the way that they don’t really look... present. They stare blankly ahead, breathing shallow and tears still falling as Merlin crouches in front of them, gripping a chin in each hand and shaking their heads roughly. His voice comes out a whisper, the frown on his face looking more disappointed than anything:

“So much faith, so much trust. It’s a little pitiful, if I’m being honest.”

They don’t react to his words and he smirks before letting them go and standing, moving on to Elyan and Gwen, gripping the knight’s shoulder and saying with mocking sympathy in his voice:

“You were right, by the way,-”

He glances at a fully sobbing Gwen with disgust:

“-she’ll never forgive you, but she’ll never tell you that. You’ll just spend the rest of your life wondering why your relationship was never the same.”

Next, he shuffles over to Gwaine, not even bothering to see the siblings’ reactions as he passes Leon and Percival with a look of disinterest on his face. He leans down in front of the knight, running a soft hand through his hair, waiting for the man to relax slightly before gripping his hair harshly and yanking back, so he has to look up at him. Merlin gives him a blindingly cruel smile:

“You're grateful that Percival is just as in love with you as you are with him, but don’t think yourself too lucky. You’re a hypocrite and a drunk, and my dear old Percy has too much self respect to put himself through that. I’d go for a good tumble in the hay and give up while you’re ahead.”

Once again, he moves back, his sister having to look away in her grief, her empathy drowning her. The God comes to stand in front of Morgana, who is desperately trying to look brave but failing miserably:

“And you. You’re meant to be The Darkness, but I couldn’t very well have you outdo me, could I? Try your hardest, I’ll still be the end of you, and I wait with baited breath for the day you fall, and the day soon after that, when I get to kill you.”

She break down in tears again at that, horrified with the idea that she might one day be on the same end of morality and cruelty as this monster in front of her.

Merlin smirks before rolling his eyes and finally coming to stand in front of Arthur. The King calms his breathing just enough to look up at a smirking Merlin, his voice cracking and barely-there as he mutters:

“Please... Merlin, please...”

The smirk drops from Merlin’s face as he brings his hand up, the sickly yellow mist back again. Arthur rises from the floor, hands clutching at his throat as the air is drawn from his lungs. Merlin steps closer to his with a snarl, his free hand gripping Arthur’s chin like a vice, though his voice eerily calm as he murmurs:

“You. You and Uther were so desperate for a scape-goat, for a villain, for a monster. And you picked magic, you picked me. So stop being so fucking pathetic, I’m just playing the part you gave me to perfection. You picked the premise, I’m writing the ending.”

Ava finally speaks up, her voice loud, despite the waver:

“Brother please, this is... this is beyond cruelty, please just stop.”

Arthur is dropped, and The King can barely find it in himself to choke for air as Merlin turns back to his sister, the amused smirk back on his face:

“Why? None of them are going to remember in the morning anyway. I’ve had my fun, this has been cathartic, but I can’t have them ruining my plans. So run along now sister, tell Mother that her precious task is being completed, I’m just taking the scenic route.” 

She shakes her head in defeat, staring at the floor. She lifts her head, opening her mouth to make one last attempt, but she closes it, realising that there’s nothing she could possibly say to persuade him to suddenly have mercy, mercy that no one had ever shown him. She gulps, letting out a deep breath before shaking her head again and turning around, walking back into the trees, the way she came.

The God looks back to his puppets, shivering in time with their knotted strings, smirking once more before he clicks his fingers and everything goes dark.

~

Arthur wakes the next morning feeling oddly refreshed and surprisingly unannoyed at his idiot manservant’s lateness. He rolls his eyes at the bright sunshine glaring through his curtains, the sun certainly a lot higher in the sky than it should be at the time The King wakes, but oh well. Merlin has been chipper lately, and the warmth that Arthur feels in his chest at the younger man’s happiness makes him more likely to forgive him his tardiness.

As if thinking of him had summoned him (wishful thinking on Arthur’s part), Merlin bursts through the doors, not bothering to knock as per usual, a breakfast-laden tray in his arms and a cheeky grin on his face. Arthur rolls his eyes again, chucking a pillow at Merlin half-heartedly as he grumbles, also half-heartedly:

“You’re late.”

Merlin chuckles, setting the tray down on the table before jogging endearingly over to Arthur’s bedside, grabbing his hand and pulling him to stand upright:

“Something tells me you don’t mind all that much, Your Pratness.”

Arthur huffs, but only to stop himself from smiling, and resolutely ignores the way Merlin’s hand is still in his. The servant squeezes his palm softly, and Arthur gulps, pulling away and walking towards his meal, hoping the food would squash the butterflies in his stomach.

He rubs the sleep from his eyes, smiling to himself softly at a whole range of things: the good night’s rest he’d had, the bright sunshine, Merlin’s good mood, the sensation of Merlin’s hand in his own, Merlin’s dazzling smile, Merlin, Merlin, Merlin...

Merlin stares at his back as he goes, noting with a dangerously satisfied smirk the red blush of his ears.

The scenic route indeed.

~

THE END!!

Oops I made myself sad. Sorry to say but I hope this makes you sad too.

This was SUPER fun to write and I’m so glad I decided to do two versions😅

Link to the Good!Merlin version (much MUCH fluffier, I promise) at the top!!

[batstorm93672]

Deserve

Death is normal

It's natural

And for Damian it is a cycle and cause

He has caused many to die

He has seen death

He has died

So why...

Why did this one look so painful?

Batman told him not to go, but Robin went anyways. It was Scarecrow's work.

When Robin went in... he saw a disgusting amount of blood, people who went through so much torment in their fears.

They had clawed their eyes and face, someone had a knife in their shoulder, another to the neck. So much blood everywhere, Damian had killed people and seen people kill others. Yet never... never has he really seen this type of death. Their fears killed them, they killed each other in pure fear!

Is this what it's like... for those I kill who have families? For them to fear that they will be next and possibly take matters into their own hands because of me? What did I do? How many have I killed? How many of them had awaiting families? Those I killed I called it justice... but where is the justice for those who wind up to have seen their missing friend or mother or father at the end of it all? What if those I killed were forced into it? What if they had to get by and doing things they didn't want to because their families needed it? Those who I slaughtered without hesitation believing that I was doing good for the world. I'm no better... I'm no better than them! I'm no better than Joker or Scarecrow or Two-Face! I'm a monster, a psychopath, a demon just like them! I can't change! It means nothing to reverse the countless corpses I have trailing behind me!

He has to get out

Robin put his hood up and slipped out the window. Grappling to another rooftop, sitting by the gargoyle and gripped his hood more down his face, hiding himself.

Even when he closed his eyes, he could see the blood and bodies everywhere.

"Nngh"

His eyes teared up and he closed himself away as he held one hand over his mouth, afraid he'd throw up. How could such fear utter pain like that, to drive innocents to commit such atrocities. Then the fact... that he was no better. That he's been ignoring what his siblings have said upon meeting him... he's a demon. A monster! A lunatic! Maybe he deserves to be in the darkest depths of Arkham... it would keep everyone safe from the torment he caused.

"Hey kid"

Robin uncovered his mouth and closed his eyes already identifying the arrival of Jason Todd "...go away"

"I'm guessing you saw it"

"..."

"It never gets easier, something like that is... gruesome"

"I said go away!"

"Hey listen, I get it. You may be going through some shock after seei--"

"GO AWAY GODDAMMIT JUST GO! I DON'T NEED YOU TO TELL ME ANYTHING! YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW WHAT MURDER IS LIKE!? WELL I DO, CAUSE I'M NO BETTER! I MAY AS WELL HAVE BEEN THE ONE TO CAUSE THAT SCENE BECAUSE WHAT ELSE AM I?! SO FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME GO AWAY!!"

The wind blew and Robin held his hood down as much as he could, anything to get away from all these thoughts. These... sick things inside of him.

The voices...

The images...

The rage...

It was all sickness.

Something that should be held back and kept away.

Something a villain would be.

Something he is.

He should be in Arkham... rotting away in the depths of it all in misery that he deserves.

Something pat his back lightly and sat down beside him.

"I said... go away..."

"I can't now, there's like a mini version of Golden Boy in my head telling me to be good and shit. So I don't wanna leave you alone like that. It's not safe for your own sake"

"What... do you want from me..? I have nothing to say to you or anyone...and if you came here to lecture me on why I shouldn't have come, then make no mistake I understand why Batman told me to not come here... now I know why"

"I'm not here for that, Batman already knew you would go on ahead. Like I would when I was younger, he knew you would leave and check it out. He just asked me to get you back at the Manor"

"...fine I can take a scolding from him... nothing new after all"

Robin got up and was immediately dragged back down and found himself wrapped in Jason's holding embrace "Hood! What the hell let go of me!" "Tell me"

"What?"

"Tell me what's wrong baby bat, I know you aren't okay. That moment after you spoke your body looked so tense no matter how much you hide it. I know you won't admit it to B or Dick because I wouldn't either. I'd let it stay in my mind and carry the pain on. You shouldn't go through that, so please tell me"

"...how many times have I caused such strife..? They killed in fear and panic, did I cause the same thing to those who I killed? Unaware of who they had waiting at home for them. Then I thought onto my illness... the auditory hallucinations... kinda make me as bad as the ones we fight who have their own mental problems as well. Joker is insane, beyond help though and he died... what if I become that? What if I go so far into how the voices talk and how the images appear that I can't stop myself? ...it feels as if maybe being sent to Arkham is the best option for me. For all of you, then if mother sees me... she would see no hope left in using me and then would leave me to rot... I probably deserve it too"

Robin let go of his hood and stared at his palms "I don't deserve this... this life I've built in Gotham... it doesn't feel right to me when I know deep down I'm an assassin and will most likely revert back to that role... Jason, I'm scared"

Red Hood held Robin a bit tighter and sighed "It... well it doesn't get easier, but I learned that with someone it can get better. The family is nice and caring, we have flaws and our own shit to work through. At the end of the day, we're still here for you. That goes for everyone in the Manor, even if they don't live there, they are still just as important. You don't have to be scared Habibi, I'm here for you as is everyone else back at the Cave wondering where you are and if you're okay because we care"

Red Hood squeezed Robin a bit tighter then let him go the two getting up. "Come on, I bet Alfred made some good food as always" "Yeah... yeah I'm sure he did"

[bokugaos]

Territory

＞﹏＜ koutarou-nii just has to be the first here!! @aoyukai​ @kiyokens​ @shoyokuns​ for this nd helping nd encouraging me yesterday ILY’ALL MWAH

length: ~2k

warnings — yandere!bokuto, pseudo-incest, virgin reader

Bokuto can’t get enough of his pure and perfect little sister. So sweet, so soft, and untouched. Like an angel.

He knows about the things you talk about with his two older sisters. He tunes in to your conversations a lot; to keep tabs on you, he insists! As a responsible older brother, he has to know everything about you.

He’s seen the way other men look at you—his old high school classmates and teammates, strangers on the street, hell, even his current teammates. Everyone knows you’re off limits, he always makes sure of it. Nobody has the right to take you away from him, to be the reason that you’re going to cater to someone else’s attention but his.

You belong to him and only him.

But you’re simply too stubborn for your own good. You just have to go out and make your own friends, and now you have some suitors that he’s concerned about. You’ve dated some of them and of course Bokuto is spending more than half his time worrying about you and the things you do with them.

The thought of one of them, thinking they have the right to take away your virgin flower. He’s not even entitled to have you, let alone all those scumbags. He can’t bear the thought of someone snatching your innocence away—you’re so precious to him that he doesn’t even allow himself to have it. He would never ever let anyone else take it, not under his watch.

He is more than delighted when you announce to him that you’re going to stop meeting and dating people. You’re now finally seeing eye to eye with him! You haven’t been hanging out with other people, spending most of your time with him, as if living together is not enough for you.

You’ve voiced your complaints before, how you’re getting weird comments from your friends. They told you that it’s not normal for siblings to be that close. But he understands; they hate that you’re no longer so attached to them since you go out to see them less and less. He tries to explain to you that they are simply jealous.

You don’t need anyone else after all; he’s the only one you need, and he’s the best man you can ever find in this world.

But he’d be lying if he says he’s never had a lapse of judgment. You’re not making it any easier for him either, even though you don’t know just how weak he is for you. He’d catch you with your eyes closed, so relaxed and unguarded… what are you thinking? Do you lose your imagination, like he often does?

Are you fantasizing about him caressing you as he’s lowering you to the bed? Because he’s done it a few times you know, putting you to sleep like that. He has just never made any moves beyond. Maybe you unconsciously wish for him to all the same and that’s what you’re thinking about

Do you want him to pull the underwear down your thighs, slowly rub his fingers over your sex, smear your love juice to make sure you’re at least a little prepared for him, before he presses the head of his cock to your entrance? Do you want to feel him, inch by inch, as he sheathes himself deep into your tight, hot, virgin space? Because he would love nothing more than to listen to your moans, all your cute squirms underneath him and your delicious whimpers.

When you call out, “Kou-nii”, his heart jumps—he knows you’re definitely not thinking of anyone else. This is the only time he’s giving into a moment of weakness. He’s got you pressed up on the wall, your clothes hiked up just enough for him to have more of your thigh to grind against. You’re asking him—practically begging him to sink himself into you. “Am I not worthy?” You are, and your mewls, his sister gift wrapping it for him in the prettiest show of doubt and hesitation, can break his fixation.

Bokuto glides his hot, needy cock against your skin. His wet, leaking tip is leaving glistening trails, beautifying you even more. You keep your hands to yourself, both pressed on the surface of the wall. Your eyes are starting to close with each rock of your body, while musical little hums resonate behind closed lips.

He growls, having worked himself into a heated madness. He spins you around, and you instinctively close your legs tightly together for him. With slight difficulty, he wedges himself between the pillowy parts of your thighs, the softest portions, just underneath your crotch. He ruts in between them, with fervent quick snaps.  

His hands plant onto the wall on either side of you. His cock briefly grazes the cloth of your underwear, feeling the moist there. He can’t tell if he’s simply leaking that much, or if you’re truly that wet for him. He pulls back to peel your underwear down in a flash and the next thing you know, its head is rubbing against you, earning him a soft moan bellowing against his ear.

The bedroom is a tad too far, but he won’t let himself be the reason his whole fantasy, the one he’s been dreaming around his fist about, to be ruined. He ups and carries you to the room, restraining himself from throwing you against the mattress and start fucking you senseless.

He crawls on the bed and hovers above you with heavy breaths, unable to calm himself down no matter how hard he tries. You’re so beautiful for him, laying on the stark white sheets as pure as you. He opens up your legs, marveling at how you look like a goddess in his bed. You’re so, very perfect. How is he so lucky to be the one who sees you like this?

Thankful that you’ve waited this whole time,—for him!—and let him take you. He gives you a kiss on the forehead and slowly pulls his hips back, cock leaving a wet trail from navel to mound. He angles his hips so that his bulky head lines up perfectly with your hungry cunt. Your inner, velvety walls hug him, just the tip this time, like a vice grip.

The last bits of his moral center shut down.

All Bokuto wants now is to fuck and fuck fast. To bury himself to the hilt, over and over. However, he’ll need to ease you up even more, as he’s barely even a quarter in but you’re already milking him so tightly that his eyes might actually roll back in pleasure. With an adorable cry—he’s unsure if it’s a surprised one or a pained one—your slack hands move his forearm to his biceps, clinging tighter and tighter the rougher he is. He loves that. It feels as if you're returning some of the passion, so he gives it even more effort.

He mercilessly plunges inside with a few rude thrusts of his pelvis. You wail at the sudden stretch, the burn that careens through your silky, slick walls. Flowering up into your chest, taking the breath from your lungs.

Though his hands are caressing you all over, it seems as if he is not paying any mind to any of your other reactions. Your wails, or the heavy flow of tears that roll down your temples. The whimpering or the continued pleading.

“Hey, pretty girl, don’t cry, huh?” one of his trembling hands smooths over your cheek, trying his best to comfort you despite the raging need in him to thrust faster, harder.  “I-it hurts! and they… they said this is-”

“Just ignore them.”

A thumb hooks around your chin gently but insistently, leaving no room for argument, and you look up to meet his gaze. Bokuto only realizes he’d been slowing down, staring deeply into your eyes when a sob bubbles out of your mouth. Your eyes are half-lidded as he grazes his nose against yours. Kitty kisses, he always calls them. This seems to soothe you the smallest bit. His consciousness is blurring like watercolor now. He has to focus on the more important part of this, he realizes. And it’s you. “How bad does it hurt?”

You shake your head and squeeze your eyes shut.

“I know, baby, I know…it hurts the first time, remember? But d-don’t be scared, I-ah, fuck! It’s nii-chan,” Bokuto’s hips buck faster and harder, “Nii-chan’s got you.”

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath in through your nose. One of his hands is roaming your body, trying to distract you. The very tips of his fingers, gliding over the slopes of your breasts, teasing your nipples. Sending sharp shivers through your stomach into your pussy. Accumulating a new bout of slick, your cunt feeling hot and needy, you clench around him.

Your fingers come together in a fist over your head. All you can focus on is how deep his cock is hitting you, how filled up you are. The unbelievable heat, how your pussy continues to salivate all over his cock. Slick seeping in between your cheeks. Thighs shaking, as your velvet walls clamp down on his length. “Ah!– Nii-chan! Fu-fuck… oh– oh my god…” Your whole body quakes with your intense orgasm.  

You throw your hands back over your head and arch your back. Your breath is fevered, chest rapidly rising and falling. Shaky meek whines that accompany every exhale. But that’s now, because your body is begging for it, pleading to get filled and creamed.

Bokuto continues to piston into you long after you're done coming. He fucks you until you’re a sweaty, grimy, whimpering mess. All muscle strength lost to it, becoming a rag-doll being puppeted by his big, unrelenting figure.

A deep-seated growl in his chest, not yet, he thinks, maybe you need some more practice before you can take him all the way inside. He’s too inside himself to recognize the wail you give, hunching over and burying his face in your neck, tasting sweat and fear and wholly unable to stop himself at all. He grunts like an animal, punctuated by loud, slick smacking sounds, overwhelmed with the pleasure of your burning hot, resisting walls clutching at him like a fist.

You turn him on so much. The tight constriction of your heavenly, virgin cunt. The heavy, moist breath on his neck. Nothing else matters, nothing except catching his end. Filling you up and making you his.

Your nails dig into his biceps and he comes. “Oh! Shit– It’s am– amazing.” His cock, aching and twitching inside of you. He’s coming hard, thick and heavy. Seated all the way inside, spurting deep within you, causing your belly to feel flooded. Marking his territory, you’re his.

He slowly pulls out of you, his cum spilling out of your cute, used up hole. “How’s it feel, angel?”

“ ‘s so good...” You weakly roll your head, face digging into the sheets. You have no strength to lift up your head, but you hope he’ll see your dazed smile.

He chuckles, “Silly baby, of course it does.”

You try to turn over, but he won’t allow it. “No, no. Don’t move. I’ll get you cleaned up!” He comes back with a warm washcloth. He gently cleans off the sweat from your forehead, wipes up stickiness from between your legs. Then he lets you move just he hugs you close to his chest, as he lays down with you in his arms.

Bokuto nuzzles his nose along your cheekbone, humming in approval. He is massaging circles, nibbling on your earlobe. You let your eyes fall shut again, trying to concentrate.

His body is so big, his musk so familiar and homely. You sigh as you finally start to relax, “...Kou-nii is the best.”

He is, and in fact, the only one you need.

[emblemxeno]

Fire Emblem Fates: Personal Arcs and Thematic Parallels for the Royal Siblings

Introduction

As we all know by now, the royal siblings of Fates are all mirrors and contrasts with one another.

Xander and Ryoma are the wise and kind elder brothers who have the weight of their kingdoms’ futures on their shoulders, however Xander is an anxious stoic entrenched in state of denial who worked hard to get as strong as he is, whereas Ryoma is a charismatic natural talent, a huge hothead and has major prejudice issues.

Camilla and Hinoka are the caring elder sisters, with Camilla being overbearing and feminine and Hinoka being stubborn and tomboyish. 

Leo and Takumi are the intelligent younger brothers who face massive self esteem issues (in regards to their older brothers) and jealousy (in regards to Corrin), but while Leo’s problems are hidden under a layer of cold pragmatism and isolation, Takumi’s are front and center since he is very emotionally volatile. 

Elise and Sakura are the sweet and compassionate little sisters, with Elise being excitable and cheery and Sakura being shy and timid.

However, these aren’t the only parallels that exist between the siblings. More parallels are discovered when you look at the story closely. Especially when you lock down each of their personal arcs. Furthermore, close analysis reveals other interesting parallels, namely for Leo and Hinoka in regards to their brothers, Xander and Ryoma.

Themes, Arcs and Developments: Hoshido & Birthright

The development for the Hoshido siblings and the Birthright path is belief in others, collaboration and tolerance. The siblings start off separated from each other, with Takumi and Ryoma going missing and Hinoka having already left to go find them. 

Corrin’s belief in others gets tested through being double crossed by Zola, and the possibility of there being a traitor in the party. Nevertheless, his doubts don’t consume him, and his belief in himself and others gets him through tragedy. Many times in the story, trust and working together gets brought up, like during Chapter 14 where Corrin asks if anyone’s reluctant to move forward with the invasion, but his siblings reassure him. The same thing occurs when Corrin learns about the Rainbow Sage; at first he says if he needs to go alone, he will. But again, his siblings make sure to come with and support him. This dovetails into how the siblings personally develop as well.

Through Corrin accepting Sakura’s pleas to come with them, Sakura goes from meek and unsure princess to a strong willed young woman who’s able to punch Iago in the dick. Through being reassured and believed in by his family, Takumi goes from a prickly skeptic to a confident and heartfelt prince. Through learning of Nohr’s plight and accepting that he can’t do everything alone, Ryoma goes from a stubborn and prejudiced high prince to a tolerant King who seeks to break boundaries and misconceptions, walking hand in hand with his former enemy. The siblings enjoy their newfound perspective and the peace that comes with it; the peace their mother cherished.

Themes, Arcs and Developments: Nohr and Conquest

The development for the Nohrian siblings and the Conquest path is moving on to the future, where justice lies and change. Nohr and the siblings are set in their ways; doing what needs to be done to survive. Upon his return to Nohr, Corrin seeks to change that necessity and bring an era where Nohr can seek glory through mutual respect, not oppression. His willpower gets tested constantly; at times he succeeds in settling things peacefully, at other times he fails or his plan backfires. Still he moves on, working behind the scenes toward his own path of justice, along with his siblings who have done the same for much longer than he has.

Through Corrin’s leadership and conviction, Xander is shown the truth, and from that leaves behind his entrenched way of thinking. He grows from a scared crown prince set in his ways, into a benevolent King promising to bring prosperity to his kingdom through his own sense of justice. Camilla is able to cut away from the same mindset, no longer being afraid of the monster her father has become. Her love for her family outgrows her fear of Garon, the fear that was established during the aftermath of the Cheve rebellion. Elise starts out naive and innocent, but playing a part in the tragedies that unfold gives her perspective. When she first meets Sakura, she’s childish and selfish, but later comforts the Hoshidan princess during a time of great pain. At the end of the route, the two are fast friends as a result of Elise’s compassion. The siblings enjoy the light they are able to bring to their kingdom and the future they seek to walk towards.

The Outliers

But in all that, there remain two siblings whom I didn’t really name specifics for: Hinoka and Leo. This is because, other than the general development of the siblings as a collective and the themes of their routes, they don’t really change too much. Leo starts as the pragmatic executioner who imparts the course which Corrin begins to take, and remains as such later in Conquest. Hinoka is the stoic and determined princess whose concern is the protection of those she cares for, and she remains as such later in Birthright. Neither seems to have personal growth to accomplish other than the general themes of their routes. 

That is, until you look at the routes in which you oppose them.

In fact, a new form of development occurs for all of the siblings when you oppose them, and with that, come new parallels.

Opposing Paths and New Parallels

Xander and Ryoma remain each other’s mirror and contrast. On the respective paths that you oppose them on, they are the notable threat to overcome later in the game. You encounter both of them in earlier chapters as well, and both of their maps are escape objectives; this shows in gameplay how much stronger they are compared to Corrin and how it is the smarter decision to pull back and regroup. They both can’t forgive Corrin for betraying their kingdom and family, but while Xander accepts Corrin has turned traitor, Ryoma is intent on bringing him back by any means necessary. Upon Elise’s death at his hand, Xander falls into despair and forces Corrin to strike him down. Ryoma on the other hand, sacrifices himself to spare Corrin the hardship of striking him down when he realizes his brother is still the kind soul he thought he was. 

The elder brothers are the ultimate test of Corrin’s resolve, to see if he’s ready to finish the path he started. The loss of these two are a tragedy, and the impact is felt in many ways.

Takumi and Elise gain new mirrors and contrasts with each other. For starters, each of them get inflicted with illness and reveal a truth they wouldn’t otherwise have awareness of during their delirium. It’s the suffering of these two that gets highlighted the most on routes you oppose them. Elise is miserable from her family being broken apart, and has to escape her home just to find some semblance of joy. Takumi meanwhile, lashes out more and more against Corrin, becoming more volatile and suffering from constant headaches. Elise only fights you once (and even then she’s an optional fight), while Takumi fights you the most out of any other sibling. Both of them end up losing their lives through indirect means; Elise throws herself in front of Xander’s sword in a bid to get him to stop fighting. Takumi throws himself off the Great Wall of Susano-o, blinded by rage, frustration and sadness. 

Takumi and Elise are major victims of this war and the path Corrin chose, victims who expressed their misery in different ways.

Camilla and Sakura are each other’s mirror and contrast. These two probably have the most difficult parallels to pin down, but they are there nonetheless. When Corrin chose Hoshido, Camilla lost her security; her family is broken apart and she can’t do anything to stop it. She is forced to accept that Corrin has left her to join Hoshido, and finally comes to terms with it after her second encounter. When Corrin chose Nohr, Sakura lost her solace; her country is being invaded, she had just lost her mother and now her older sibling is choosing to go back to the kingdom responsible for her suffering. She is forced to suck it up and defend her home on the from the front lines. Instead of development coming naturally due to positive reveals and encouragements, both sisters are forced to change in order not to break entirely. 

Camilla and Sakura are loving sisters who now have to accept a harsh reality during and after a war they had no control of.

Bear the Crown, Bear the Development

That leaves Hinoka and Leo, and this is where they each get major development as opposed to their native routes. 

Hinoka and Leo were spared by Corrin after thinking they were gonna be killed, and eventually the thrones fall to them when the war concludes. After all, Hoshido favors kings over queens so if it wasn’t Ryoma, it would be Takumi. Nohr has an age based inheritance, so if it wasn’t Xander, it would be Camilla. Leo and Hinoka never dreamed it would be up to them to lead their kingdoms. When they bear the crown, they bear the weight of a responsibility they never expected.

However, when looking at it closely, it seems they also bear the character development their older brothers would’ve had.

Leo has battled feelings of inadequacy and jealousy in regards to his siblings already, but Corrin choosing Hoshido causes those feelings to surface. He’s angry and hurt over it all, but hides that under a layer of cold-bloodedness. Leo, promising to kill Corrin at every turn, thinks of his brother as dead to him.  However, Leo later finds himself. When talking with Corrin and seeing the truth about Garon, he realizes that Nohr doesn’t have to remain the way it is in order to survive. 

Leo at the end of Birthright begins to feel similar to Xander at the end of Conquest.

Hinoka has dealt with the guilt of Corrin’s kidnapping for over a decade. She became strong by choosing the path of the warrior as opposed of the princess. When Corrin chooses Nohr, she is in disbelief; after all, why would her brother return to to his kidnappers? She resolves to defeat him, and thinks of her dream of being a family again as a fantasy that will never come to fruition. However, Hinoka later believes otherwise. When talking with Corrin and seeing him and his Nohrian siblings work to end the war in a different way, she realizes that Hoshido’s beliefs about Nohr are wrong and that those misconceptions must be cleared. 

Hinoka at the end of Conquest begins to feel similar to Ryoma at the end of Birthright.

Conclusion

Leo and Hinoka each become the rulers that their kingdoms needed. They fill the space left by Xander and Ryoma. They don’t have personal arcs on their native routes nor on Revelation because there’s no absence to be filled; they can remain as they are, rather than be bound by the weight of the crown. Their rule as monarchs is bittersweet, for it’s a role neither of them expected, but they perform said role well nonetheless.

That’s, at least, how I feel about all of this. Of course, this whole thing isn’t a perfect interpretation, nor does the game handle this aspect as well as it could have. Hinoka still lacks in number of notable appearances compared to pretty much every other sibling; hell, there are even scenes in Birthright where every sibling except Hinoka appear. Leo, meanwhile, has many more scenes of importance, especially since he wields a divine weapon and his big hero moment triggers the Yato’s transformation during Conquest. The negative effects of Hinoka’s later addition are still very present, and it’s something that I hope would be done better in a possible Fates remaster. 

As it stands now though, I still think all of this is done well enough for everything I described. Fates’ story is smarter than one might think, and I believe all of this is an example of that.

[forgottenchildrenofthedamned]

aight I'm already inlove with your work with just that one obey me fic, angst runs in my blood so I'm wondering if I could request some obey me angst? Like,, maybe mc missing their own siblings and feels homesick and jealous of the brothers and maybe hates them for it because they brought the mc there??? when they could be w/ their sibs?

Heyyy! I’m glad you enjoy my writing! I loved the idea of this and definitely went a different route than I originally planned. I just couldn’t help myself! MC is a total badass and deserves to be portrayed as such. I hope you love it!! @sundaezznap

Homesick MC Taking It Out on The Demon Brothers

⚠️TWs: Cursing, yelling, crying, derogatory terms (not aimed at reader), hanging with rope (male being hung by his feet), abusive behavior, hitting, angst, threatening⚠️

Gender neutral reader. ✅

Word count: 1,393

Glancing over at the photo that laid on your night stand, a deep feeling of anger and resentment began to reside in the back of your mind. Sitting up, you reached over and grabbed the photo. It had been taken a long time ago; specifically when you had last seen your family. Your last birthday before the Devildom.

The picture consisted of your two younger brothers, yourself, your mom, and your dad. You always seemed to smile when you saw the way your brothers had wrapped their arms around you, seemingly begging for you to stay. However, this time when you looked at the photo, you couldn’t hide the distinct frown that overcame your features.

It had now been 9 months since you came to the Devildom and it pained you to be away from the ones you loved for so long. Even if you had found more people to love around you, you couldn’t help the feelings of homesickness and resentment that resided within you.

Feeling a deep sense of dread, you found yourself aimlessly wandering the halls. Whenever you felt homesick, you usually went to find the brothers and listen to their sibling bickering; it reminded you of your own brothers and made you feel like not so much had changed.

This time, instead of finding the brothers engaging in a hopeless argument with no winner, you found an upsetting scene before you. In this situation, there were 6 winners and 1 particular loser: Mammon. You couldn’t believe what you were watching.

Standing there, taking in the scene, your eyes flickered between all of the brothers in disbelief. The first thing that had caught your eye was the dangling second eldest brother that hang from the ceiling of the stairwell. Beside him, the eldest brother winded up his arm, preparing to once again hit his younger sibling with the shiny, black paddle that glimmered in the dim lighting.

Once the paddle struck, you heard a distinct chuckle from your right. This is when you had seen Satan and Asmo kneeling on the ground below Mammon, laughing at his tear-stained face as he couldn’t stop himself from breaking down in front of his brothers. One thing you did not expect to see, however, was Beel, Belphie, and Levi standing in the back, smirking and laughing to themselves as they leaned against the stair railing. This is what brought you over the edge.

Lucifer winds his arm back up again, Mammon’s crys growing louder. “Please! It wasn’t me! I swear! Please! I cant take it anymore, ya raging psycho!!” He closed his eyes tightly, the fear evident on his face as his tears fall to the floor beneath him.

Mere seconds before solid wood met skin, you furiously stepped in between Lucifer and Mammon, shielding the brother. Firmly, with no fear, you demanded, “Stop this nonsense.”

None of the brothers had expected this. You had teased Mammon just as much as anyone else; it made no sense for you to step in. But you did and they wanted to know why. All of the 6 brothers straightened their backs, tensing up at the fury radiating off of you as they awaited an explanation. “What..is the matter with you all?!” Full of anger and disgust, you bitterly demanded an explanation.

“What’s the matter with us?! What’s the matter with you?!” Asmo chirped as he rose from his knees. “This Jackass took my brand new limited edition red peppermint scented Devildom lipstick!” With this, he pointed an accusatory finger at Mammon, raising his eyebrows, waiting for you to defend his thief of a brother.

With this ridiculous accusation, you crossed your arms. Calm and steadily, you rose to the challenge Asmo had thrown at you. “It’s behind the bathroom sink. It rolled off the counter and got stuck there while we were gossiping in the bathroom this morning while you got ready. You said you would get it later. I guess you must’ve forgotten.”

The cold stare you gave Asmo spoke paragraphs. He hesitantly lowered his arm, admitting defeat. “Would any more of you like to accuse your brother of anything else?” In shame, 5 of the demon brothers before you not only lowered their heads in shame, but slightly shook their heads no as well. “Then we’ll be on our way then. Beel, untie the end of the rope and let Mammon down. Now.”

Beel does as you say, no retort to be heard. Once he was lowered onto the floor, you strode over to Mammon, beginning to untie the rope that covered his body. In response, Lucifer spoke up, “Why are you defending this scoundrel?” Furious and even more upset than before, you whirled around, leaving Mammon’s hand free to finish untying himself.

“That ‘scoundrel’ is your little brother, Lucifer! I would’ve thought that you out of everyone here would’ve known the importance of being a big brother. Your job is to protect and love him!! Not perform public beatings as amusement!!” As much as Satan loved watching you blow up at Lucifer, he was as equally concerned for you and the emotions you were feeling.

Taking a step forward, Satan held his hand out and gently questioned, “MC, why are you so upset about this? We’ve done this a million times before.” The look of concern on his face made your stomach twirl. The lack of respect Satan had for his own flesh and blood compared to the admiration he showed a random human being was devastating.

“That’s exactly what the problem is. You’re all so caught up in your own bullshit that you decide to spontaneously throw it on Mammon without acknowledging the consequences and pain that comes as a result. It’s absolutely disgusting and makes me feel repulsed.” You hesitated for a moment before seething the harsh words on your mind. “If I was back home, I would protect and love my brothers, no matter the cost. You all are pathetic excuses for brothers.”

Mammon, finally having enough with all he had heard, lightly grasped your hand, forcing you to look away from the demons in front of you. “C’mere. It’s ‘kay.” You soon felt yourself being embraced by Mammon, his strong arm holding your head against his chest. It hadn’t been until you felt the wetness on Mammon’s shirt that you realized that you’d have been crying. Feeling utterly hopeless, you let out a sob.

After a few moments of complete silence, you gently double-tapped Mammon’s shoulder blade, letting him know that you were okay now. Once free of his hold, you straighten your back, closed your eyes, and calmed yourself with a deep sight. Having regained your composure, you whirled around to face the monsters in front of you with a gentle smile.

“Being that you’re the reason I’m here in the first place, Lucifer; I wish to not speak with you for the remainder of my stay here at the Devildom.” With these words, all that could be heard was the sound of leather gloves tightening around the wooden paddle in Lucifer’s hand in desperation. “I also wish the privilege to go see my family whenever I ask, no matter what you’re doing.” The scowl on Lucifer’s face deepened. “Because I actually care for my brothers, afterall.”

The room had become so silent that the sound of a single crumb dropping to the floor could be heard. “Is that understood, Lucifer?” Your eyes bore into Lucifer’s, challenging him to protest. With no reply given, you giddly turned around and placed your hand on Mammon’s chest, urging him to leave. “Great! Then we’ll be on our way then!”

Confused and unnerved, all of the remaining six brothers could do was watch you start to walk away. You, however, decided to stop in your tracks. Back still turned to the demons, you coldly stated, “If I ever find any of you taking advantage of or abusing the brotherly bond you’re able to share with each other ever again: I won’t think twice before I go before Lord Diavolo and wish for my return to the human world.”

Having made your case extremely clear, you began walking again. There was one last thing you had to say, however. “You’ll do well to remember this incident the next time you even think of stealing an innocent human away from their life again.”

[writting-thingz]

Request:Could I request something angsts and fluffy for Benimaru from fire force? I’m sorry I can’t give anymore detail- my mind is literally blank 😬😂

Pairing: Reader x Benimaru

Summary: You found out your younger brother is turning innocent people into infernos and use them as his army. It seems all your worst fears are coming true as you run to your closest friend and love your life for help. Can Benimaru ever forgive you for not seeing the true nature of your brother?

Warnings: ANGST… intrusive thoughts, fluff if you really squint

Forgive Me

       Once again you find yourself arguing with your younger brother. The same old song and dance since you found out what he had been occupying his time with behind your back. He seemed more agitated today.

“You’re just too naive to understand Y/n. This is for the greater good of science, of the world!!” He exclaims whilst pacing in front of his ‘throne ’.

“Killing innocents by turning them into infernos and trying to use them as your puppets!? You call THAT 'For the greater good’? What about all those people you sacrificed, HUH?!?” You cried with shaking clenched fists. Your brother shoots you an icey spine chilling glare which you mirror right back at him. “Those people are innocent! You ruined their life’s for your personal entertainment!!! You’re a horrible person, you’re a mon-” in a blink of an eye you brother is behind you. You can feel the edge of his knife pressing hard against you throat; it was almost enough to draw blood.

“Finish that word and I’ll make sure it’s your last.” He snarled. Heavy, blood-thirsty breaths blow past your ear as he spoke, “Everyone has their sins, Y/n, even the most innocent ones. Think of it as a final repent for all the wrong and evil they have done. We all have to pay for our deeds one day; I’m just being a good Samaritan and helping. Keep of this act of yours and you’ll be next.” Having finally had enough of this you grab a hold of his wrist and pull it away from your neck. You maneuvers the situation around so you’re pinning his wrist behind his back and holding his dagger to his throat. He waits patiently knowing you’ll give up. You huff and whisper angrily

“you’re sick!” You chuck the dagger at the ground and storm off. As you leave you could hear his chuckle gradually turn into maniacal and hysterical laughter.

      The wall to town was hardly quiet. The closer you came to town the louder the world seemed to be. His haunting laugh echoed as the intrusive thoughts that crowded you mind grew louder. They started low but now it was as if they were screaming.

’You let him slip through you fingers’

’You failed to notice what your little brother truly was and now the world will suffer because you!’

’What? Now you're  going to run away? Run to HIM? Are you going to tattle on your own flesh and blood?’

’You don’t think you’re actually doing the right thing do you? Sell out your little brother to a fire force soldier? Oh that’s right you don’t love your sibling he’s just monster to you.’

’What makes you think Benimaru is going to love you after you tell him the truth?’

’He’ll think you’re brother is a monster and you are too by connection’

’You’re a monster’

’He’ll try to exterminate your brother and fail then world will suffer and it will be all your fault’

’You’re a monster, it’s all your fault’

’Its all your fault, it’s all your fault, it’s all your fault’

’Monster’

’IT’S’

’ALL’

’YOUR'

’FAULT!’

“ShuuuuuUUUUUUT UUUUUPPP!” You scream as you clutch your head. You scratch your scalp as you grip your hair. “Shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT! UP!” You shake your head as you cry out.

      A pair of screams pull you out of your head. You weren’t aware that surrounding you was total mayhem and destruction, let alone that you had made it into town. Inferno were everywhere you looked.

'What.. what’s going on?’ Your eyes widen and start to tear up.

’Oh don’t play dumb, you know who’s behind this’ the sinister thought surprised you.

“Y/NNNNN” A familiar voice calls out, no, bellows out. You just barely feel the wind blowing past your as a flaming spear skims past your cheek.

“B-Beni?” You hesitate in disbelief of the sight before you. Was the man you love axtuslly barreling towards you with ill intent? Having to dodge another flaming spear and being hit in the shoulder by a second on brought forth the harsh reality. Your heart twists and turns creating knots as you clutch your shoulder. Benimaru, the love of your life, lands a few feet ahead of you.

“How could you do this? I thought you wanted a better world for your brother!? Is this seriously how you thought you were going to get it?” He tells.  The dust from his landing settles as he interrogates you. You can see tears roll down his cheeks,  “Y/n… I have a hard time believing you did this. Tell me- …tell me it isn’t true.” The wavering tone of his voice causes a hitch in your breath and a twang of pain to hit your heart.

“I-I-” before you could explain an inferno busts through a building beside Beni. You sprint to push him out of the way of the debris. As you make your way to him you grab some nearby rubble and chuck it at the raging inferno. You chuck it as hard and with as much fire power as you could in those few seconds.

      You cough harshly as pain races throughout your body. The pain didn’t matter to you, what matters is you saved Benimaru. After getting back up he scrambles by your side. He sends a few spears into the inferno finishing it off.

“Y/n! Hey, look at me. This isn’t the time or place to be snoozing.” He pats the side of your face and your eyes flutter open.

“Beni… I know auh.. I know we aren’t amazing close as friends but I love you. I have for a while I was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same heh heh, augh…” you admit grunting from the pain occasionally. “You have to believe I would never want harm to come to you or this town. But this is my fault. Augh-” your confession is interrupted by sudden coughs. “I-.. I wasn’t a good enough older sibbling. I had no idea he was capable of something like this ack- I promise, if you give me a chance I’ll be good. I’ll work to be better and change him, I promise Beni. Please just let me talk to him. I promise I’ll help make him better, ill be good. I’ll be good… I’ll… be.. good.” A heavy weight hits your eyes as you cry your confession and plea. Although it’s fuzzy and just barely a whisper, you still manage to hear him,

“I believe you Y/n. Rest, I’ll take care of your little brother.”

*four days later*

      You had woken two days after passing out. Konro breached the news of your brother passing away during a battle against a few fire soldiers and Beni who tried to intervene when he found them. Benimaru has yet to visit you while you are recovering. You feared those awful thoughts of yours were right; that  because he knows the truth he hates you. Desperately wanting to focus on something happy you convince the medics to allow you a walk. A calming stream beside you as you remember all the times you spent there with Benimaru. The few laughs you had together, and practices you begged for to better your fire power and fighting skills. You smiled watching the ghost of a memory play out before you.

“I thought I would find you here…” Bittersweet was the feeling that hit you when your heard his voice. “I’m sorry I didn’t visit.. I was too ashamed to face you after failing to take care of you brother…” he confesses. You stop walking but don’t dare look at him, How could you? He lets out a deep breath before speaking again, “I know that I hurt you. I know that nothing I can say will change the past. But…I’m hoping that you’ll forgive me in the end. I’m hoping that I can make this right.” Tears quickly swell up in your eyes. You spin around and make eye contact with him. After a few seconds you couldn’t bare it any longer and you run at him with your arms outstretched. The two of you tumble to the ground with your arms wrapped tightly around him.

“I forgive you, just please don’t leave me… I can’t loose both things I love.” You pleaded as he sat up. He cradles you into his arms as you sob. Slowly you cry your self to sleep with you face buried in his chest. Beni places a gentle kiss on your forehead and whispers,

“I won't… I love you Y/n”

~The End~