#they always found common ground and fought for each other

[andreal831]

E: I do hope your daughter inherits her mother's everything.

Haylijah in every episode -> 1.17 Moon Over Bourbon Street

[mytemporarycomfort]

Dearly Devoted

A/N: Thank you all for being patient with me while I was away. I hope you all enjoy

Summary: The Champions reminisce their time with you and they know for sure you are their end game.

Warning:

Champion x Reader

Zelda

The cup of tea managed to refill itself once again.

Zelda was in her study for another long evening and you could tell how drained she was.

No matter how many times she apologized for not spending enough time with you or that you must be stressed from being around her in this state more than anyone else, you always stated "Its my pleasure to help you Zelda. I will be by your side, you are not a burden, you are doing your best. "

She cried when you said that. It felt like a mountain was lifted off her shoulders.

Seeing you asleep in the chaise in the study always left a blush on her face.

Another night of studying means less personal time with you, but she was always grateful to have you near.

After this was all over, she plans to travel with you. She makes that clear to you. Just the both of you, no knights, no books.

Link

Link was behind you on the horse. He held you tight like you might slip away if he loosened up a bit.

You let him rest his head on your chest and your heart beat slows his mind right down.

His duty to Zelda means he isn't always with you. So he gave you one of his shirts.

You wear it whenever you miss him deeply. He came home early one evening and found you cooking some dinner in his shirt.

BOOM bright red.

He snuck behind you and hugged you with a quirked eyebrow.

"I missed you Link, I happened to cook some extra dinner just in case. Want some?"

His heart bursted right out of his chest. Ugh, he is simping.

As you two ate dinner, he noticed, your left hand seems a little empty.

If you would accept, a ring on that hand would suit you nicely,

Urbosa

She saw you getting attacked by some Yiga members and who is she to not help, until she noticed...

You fought back with fire and fury in your eyes.

Despite that, she was not one to let any warrior fight alone if she can help it.

You thanked her. You spoke to her as a person who helped you, not as chief of Gerudo.

She saw you as another Zelda, but also different. You were strong, full of heart, but you were also innocent, naive.

She wanted to help you grow, and grow under her care you did.

Urbosa's softer side became clear to you when she was training with you and her hands guided you unlike the others.

You have grown to be seen as equals yo Urbosa. You can truely handle your own.

Even if it ment you would venture out for your own journey now, you was grateful that you were apart of her story and her yours.

"You have helped me Urbosa. You helped me grow and I hope to continue to be by your side."

She smiled one full of relief. Of course you can stay.

Mipha

You always protected her much like her brother. But you were not her brother so why did you fight so fiercely to protect her.

She always found it strange that you didn't mind all the fighting despite the wounds you got by the end.

She always healed you with no hesitation.

Mipha worried about you quite a bit, and it showed how often she was with you.

She found safety and comfort in your presence. A kind of feeling that made her want to be by your side for as long as fate would allow.

It was common to find you two together. A princess and her protector.

She didn't like not being by your side for long stretched of time. She's afraid of not being there to heal you fast enough if anything happened.

"I will be there for you, like I know you will be there for me. We got this."

You two held each other. This is what safety and comfort is. You two keep each other grounded.

Revali

He looks down at his hammock as you laid there reading your newest book.

Revali is a bit of a brat sometimes and yet here you are still here.

2 years.

You stood by him for two whole years and you're still here.

He was so dedicated to his bow, when you held his hands fot the first time, he stopped breathing.

He looked like he turned into a statue.

Then his feathers puffed up and he frowned.

Whenever you show him affection his feathers would puff up,

He would hide his face in his wings then hug you as tight as possible.

He's still learning to show his emotions in a less agressive way, but you know he means well.

Sometimes he thinks hes too much, he'll accidently push you away.

"I don't regret a thing 'Vali. I love you regardless of your little quirks, you know that right?." You told him after a long day of making you watch him in the target range.

He loves you so much. He puts his beak on the top of your head. This was the most gentle he's been with you.

Daruk

You are so soft, this man is crying

He remembers his first sleep over at your house, boy was nervous! Your house is so cozy!

He enjoyed his time at your place, hopefully like you enjoyed his.

He was so happy when he saw that you kept all the little gems he gave you, but why wouldn't you?

He wants to spend so much time at your place. He might as well move all the Gorons over to your little town. JK....but what if?

He just doesnt want to hurt you by being so big.

"I feel so safe around you" You told him after you two returned. to death mountain after his stay at your place.

He's keeping you safe then. He decided.

He doesn't know all the details yet but that is sure.

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Bound by Love and War

Pairing: Steve Rogers X reader (already established) eventual Steve X reader X Bucky

Warnings: None! Just fluff🤭

Word count: 2.1k

Authors Note: I’m in love with these two, literally have me in a choke hold, enjoy!

Masterlist

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It hadn’t been some grand declaration or movie-style romance that brought you and Steve Rogers together. It started with quiet moments after missions, both of you sitting side by side in the Avengers compound, talking in hushed tones to unwind after the chaos. Steve had always been easy to talk to, even when his status as Captain America had once made him seem untouchable. But over time, beneath that shield and that larger-than-life presence, you saw the man: Steve, not the Captain.

You remembered the first time you’d actually let your guard down around him. It was after a particularly rough mission. Your telekinetic powers had saved lives, but it had drained you. Physically, mentally, emotionally. You’d found yourself in one of the compound’s common rooms, staring out the window at the skyline, feeling the weight of the world pressing in.

Steve had quietly joined you, his presence always calm and reassuring. He didn’t speak for a long time, but his closeness grounded you in ways you hadn’t expected.

“I know that look,” he said after a while, his voice gentle but sure. “You don’t have to carry it all by yourself.”

You sighed, brushing away the emotions threatening to spill over. “I’m not as strong as you, Steve. Not in the way that matters.”

He had turned to you, his eyes soft and warm. “Strength isn’t about being unbreakable. It’s about being willing to let people help when you need it.” Then he reached out, hesitating for just a second before resting his hand on yours. It was such a simple gesture, but in that moment, it felt like an anchor.

That night was the start of something neither of you had fully realized at the time. More and more, you found comfort in each other’s company. The late-night talks turned into early-morning runs together, which, admittedly, were more him dragging you along until you found your rhythm. And those quiet, shared moments began to feel like home.

It wasn’t until a mission where things went sideways—where you had been cornered and Steve had fought his way to you with a desperation you’d never seen in him—that everything became clear. His eyes, wild with fear and relief when he found you, said it all. As soon as the danger was over, he had pulled you into his arms and held you tight, his lips brushing against your forehead.

“I thought I lost you,” he had whispered, his voice breaking.

You had pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, heart pounding. “I’m here, Steve. I’m not going anywhere.”

In that moment, something shifted. He had kissed you, slow and tender, like you were the most precious thing in the world to him. And maybe, just maybe, you were.

That was almost a year ago. Since then, you and Steve had built something real, something steady in the middle of the chaos that was your lives. He was everything you could’ve hoped for: kind, supportive, strong in ways that went beyond the battlefield. He didn’t just see the hero in you; he saw the person.

But there had always been Bucky.

At first, it was easy to write off the connection you felt with him as something natural. Bucky was Steve’s best friend, practically family, and over time you’d grown close to him too. He had opened up to you in ways you didn’t expect, sharing pieces of his tortured past that he still struggled to reconcile with. You admired his strength, his resilience, and the way he always fought to be better, even when he didn’t think he deserved it.

It had started as friendship. But the longer you spent around Bucky, the harder it became to ignore how your heart sped up when he was near, how your thoughts drifted to him in ways they shouldn’t. You loved Steve, there was no question about that. But the truth was, part of you had begun to love Bucky too.

And that was where things had gotten complicated.

One night, after a quiet dinner together, you and Steve had been sitting on the couch, his arm draped casually over your shoulders. There was a weight between you—something unsaid—but you could feel it pressing in. Steve had been distant, thoughtful, and you wondered if maybe he sensed it too. The growing tension, the unspoken feelings.

“I’ve noticed something,” Steve said quietly, breaking the silence. He wasn’t looking at you, but at the floor, as if gathering his thoughts.

You felt your stomach twist, nerves creeping in. “What is it?”

He took a deep breath, turning to face you. His expression was soft but serious. “I think… you have feelings for Bucky.”

Your heart dropped. This was it. The moment you had been dreading, where the truth you hadn’t wanted to admit came spilling out. You had no idea what to say, how to explain it without breaking his heart. “Steve, I—”

But before you could even finish, he held up a hand. “It’s okay. You don’t need to explain. I’ve seen it for a while now.”

You blinked, confused. “You’re not mad?”

Steve smiled softly, his hand reaching to cup your cheek. “No. How could I be? I love you. And I know you love me. But I also know that you care about Bucky. And… I care about him too.”

Your heart raced at his words. “You… you have feelings for him?”

He nodded slowly, looking as though he had come to terms with something that had been weighing on him for a long time. “I think I always have. I just didn’t realize it until recently. He means everything to me, and seeing the way he’s been with you… I guess it made me realize I’m not the only one.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat. This wasn’t the conversation you had expected. And yet, here Steve was, not angry, not hurt, but understanding. Maybe even feeling the same way you did.

“So what do we do?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

Steve’s thumb brushed against your skin gently. “What if we didn’t have to choose? What if we asked Bucky to be part of this? All three of us. Together.”

You stared at him, unsure if you had heard him right. Could something like that work? Could you love them both, and could Steve, and Bucky, love each other the same way? The idea felt almost impossible, but in a strange way, it made perfect sense.

“What if he says no?” you asked, your voice trembling.

Steve’s expression softened. “Then we’ll figure it out. But we won’t know unless we talk to him. And something tells me he might feel the same way.”

The sun had barely risen over the horizon, casting soft golden hues across the landscape of the Avengers compound. You stood on the training field, focusing on lifting several objects in the air with nothing but your mind. Your telekinetic powers hummed in the air around you as you moved boulders, crates, and even a few steel beams without breaking a sweat.

A familiar voice brought you out of your concentration.

"Still showing off, huh?" Steve Rogers—Captain America himself—smiled as he approached. His blue eyes sparkled as he crossed his arms, admiring your abilities.

You smirked and set the objects down carefully. "Just keeping my skills sharp, Captain."

He stepped closer, his hand brushing against your arm. The two of you had been together for a while now, navigating the chaotic world of being superheroes and partners. It hadn’t been easy, but Steve’s steady presence and unwavering sense of duty made everything seem possible.

"I’ve been thinking," Steve started, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. You raised an eyebrow at him.

"That’s never good," you teased.

He chuckled softly but then grew serious, his gaze searching yours. "No, really. I’ve been thinking about us… and about Bucky."

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Bucky Barnes—Steve’s best friend, the man who’d fought through hell and back, and someone you’d grown incredibly close to. Your feelings for Bucky had grown over time, and they had become confusing, tangled in your deep love for Steve.

"You have feelings for him," Steve stated, not as an accusation but as a fact. "And I know I do too."

You blinked in surprise, taken aback by his honesty. You had thought about it before—those stolen glances between Steve and Bucky, the quiet moments they shared, the unspoken bond that felt stronger than just friendship.

"Well… we had that talk the other night but what are we going to do about it Stevie?," you asked him softly, trying to process what Steve was saying.

He sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair. "I wasn’t sure at first, but it’s been on my mind for a while now. I love you, more than anything, but I also care deeply about Bucky. And I can see how you look at him."

Your face flushed as you looked down, feeling slightly guilty for the affection you had for Bucky, even though your love for Steve had never wavered.

"I don’t want to hurt you," you whispered.

"You’re not," Steve reassured, taking your hand in his. "Why don’t we talk to him about it?"

Your eyes snapped up to meet his. "What are you saying?"

Steve’s thumb traced circles on your hand, his touch soothing. "What if we invited Bucky to be part of this? The three of us, together. I mean it this time. All three of us together."

You stared at him, your mind racing. Could something like that work? You knew how much Steve meant to Bucky, and if Steve had feelings for Bucky too, maybe this wasn’t such an impossible idea. And your heart had been aching for Bucky for so long.

"What if he says no?" you asked quietly.

Steve smiled, that soft, reassuring smile that made you feel like everything would be okay. "Like I told you yesterday, we’ll figure it out but, love we won’t know unless we ask him. And knowing Buck… I don’t think he’ll say no."

Later that day, you found Bucky in the gym, his metal arm gleaming under the overhead lights as he punched a heavy bag with ferocity. His dark hair was damp with sweat, and his jaw was set in concentration.

Steve and you approached cautiously, waiting for him to finish his set. Bucky noticed you both and gave a small smile, wiping his brow.

"Hey, what’s up?" he asked, catching his breath. "Something on your mind, Stevie?"

Steve exchanged a glance with you before stepping closer to Bucky. He was nervous—you could feel it—but he pressed on.

"Buck, we need to talk to you about something," Steve began, his voice calm but firm.

Bucky’s brow furrowed as he sensed the seriousness in Steve’s tone. "Okay… what’s going on?"

You swallowed, your pulse quickening as you spoke up. "It’s about us. Steve and me… we’ve been talking. About you."

Bucky’s confusion deepened. "Me?"

Steve took a deep breath and stepped closer to his friend. "We care about you, Buck. More than just friends or teammates. And we were wondering if… if you’d want to be part of our relationship."

Bucky’s eyes widened in shock, his body going still. He looked between the two of you, clearly trying to process what had just been said. "Wait… what? You’re serious?"

"Dead serious," Steve confirmed. "We love each other, but we also love you, Bucky. And we want to be with you."

Bucky stared at the two of you, his mouth slightly agape. He had been silently pining for you both for months now, his feelings buried deep beneath layers of guilt and denial. He never thought in a million years that this would be possible.

"I… I don’t know what to say," he finally muttered.

"You don’t have to say anything right now," you said gently, stepping closer to him. "We just wanted you to know how we feel. And we don’t expect you to decide anything immediately."

Bucky’s blue eyes searched yours, then Steve’s. His heart was racing. He had always felt like an outsider, someone burdened by his past, undeserving of happiness. But here you both were, offering him a place, a family, a chance at something real.

"I’ve… I’ve wanted this," Bucky confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I didn’t think it was possible."

Steve grinned, that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, it is."

For the first time in a long time, Bucky allowed himself to hope. Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to be alone anymore.

He smiled softly, feeling the weight of his fears lifting. "Okay… let’s give this a shot."

And in that moment, standing together with the people who had always been by his side, Bucky felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time: home.

Hope you enjoyed! Please follow, like and Reblog💜 -Midnight’s Cafe

[wildtobio]

Between Cheers and Silence

Finnick Odair x reader

During the Victory Tour, you and Finnick Odair navigate the pressures of the Capitol. Starting as distant acquaintances, your bond grows stronger as you find solace in each other's company.

The train sped through the districts, each passing landscape a reminder of the world beyond the arena. You sat by the window, watching the scenery blur past, your mind drifting to the events that had led you here. The Victory Tour was supposed to be a celebration, but for you, it was a constant reminder of the lives lost and the battles you wish you never fought.

Finnick entered the compartment, his presence a stark contrast to the solitude you felt. He sat across from you, his gaze assessing.

“How are you holding up?” he asked, his tone neutral.

You sighed, not quite meeting his eyes. “It’s hard. Every district we visit brings back memories I’d rather forget.”

Finnick nodded, understanding but maintaining a certain distance. “We have to put on a brave face, for them and for ourselves.”

The train’s whistle blew as it approached the next stop. You and Finnick exchanged a brief look, bracing yourselves for the spectacle that awaited. The Capitol had orchestrated grand celebrations in each district, forcing you to relive the horrors of the arena under the guise of victory.

As you stepped off the train, the cheers of the crowd rang in your ears. Finnick’s hand brushed yours, a fleeting contact that grounded you momentarily. Together, you smiled and waved, playing the part of the victorious tributes.

The day was a whirlwind of speeches, feasts, and public appearances. By the time the sun began to set, you were exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Finnick suggested finding a quiet spot away from the festivities, and you agreed, grateful for a break.

You found a small garden illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns. Finnick leaned against a tree, while you sat on a nearby bench. The scent of the flowers filled the air, providing a brief rest from the chaos.

“This is better,” he said, his voice breaking the silence.

You nodded, feeling awkward. “Yeah, it’s nice.”

Finnick was your mentor in the games and you are extremely grateful for all the things he did for you, from training you and giving you advice on how to handle the arena, to just being there for you when you got out, providing you a moment of peace similar to what you're feeling now. Still, he was much of a stranger to you.

For a while, neither of you spoke, and the distance between you was a reminder of the roles you had played: mentor and tribute, now victors thrown into the Capitol’s spotlight.

Finnick broke the silence first. “You know, it’s okay to talk about it. The Games, I mean.”

You looked at him, surprised by the sincerity in his eyes. “I just… I don’t even know where to start.”

He walked over and sat beside you on the bench, the distance between you closing slightly. “We don’t have to start with the Games. Tell me something about yourself, something you enjoyed before all of this.”

You hesitated, then decided to share. “I used to love painting. It was a way to escape, to create something beautiful out of nothing.”

Finnick smiled, a genuine warmth in his expression. “Painting, huh? You don't seem like an artsy type of person.”

“What about you?” you asked, feeling a bit more at ease. “What did you enjoy?”

“Swimming,” he replied. “The ocean has always been my refuge. It’s where I feel free.”

You shared a small smile, finding common ground in the simple joys that once defined your lives. The conversation flowed naturally, stories of your pasts intertwining and revealing parts of yourselves that had been hidden by the trauma of the Games.

The night deepened, and the sounds of celebration faded into the background. In the quiet of the garden, you and Finnick found a moment of peace, a brief escape from the demands of the Victory Tour. He began to speak more openly, sharing moments of joy and pain that shaped him into the person he was now.

You listened, grateful for his openness. In return, you shared more about yourself, and the experiences that had molded you.

As the night wore on, you knew that the tour would continue, the challenges and expectations ever-present. But in that moment, with Finnick by your side, you felt a glimmer of hope.

And so, as the lanterns flickered, you and Finnick Odair embraced the fleeting tranquility, ready to face another day in the Capitol’s game, but no longer alone.

[eatmeandbirthmeagain]

Hi there, sending you lots of love and good cheer, darling💕💕💕💕 Love your work, really respect your contribution to our favorite fandom!

I would love to see a work that reflects the friendship between Baldwin and Saladin, rulers from two different nations, cultures and religions, yet find common ground and maintain good relations. I have a rough, simple plot in my head: Baldwin visits Saladin, being his guest during one of the truces. The two, despite the war conflict, get along well and are friendly with each other. At one moment Saladin notices that Baldwin is getting sick due to a combination of heat and illness, and he immediately takes steps to help him by keeping him from fainting, offering him his bed, calling his doctors and offering him all sorts of comforts✨

That's it, I really like the idea of them acting like real men (and they really are), being very human and understanding, respecting each other and also not shy to show their softer side and support each other! I hope this description is enough to give you a rough idea of what I'd like to see! Thank you in advance🥰

I apologize if there are any mistakes, I'm writing through a translator✌️

♧ Old Friend - King Baldwin & Saladin ♧

♧ Angst ♧

A/N: Hey girl !!!! I was so exited to do this request, I love it so much and I really hope it came out how you wanted it to 😭🩷. I love your art so much and youre such an amazing friend, this is the least I can do 🫶. As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figures. Enjoy!

PS: THIS IS NOT A SHIP FIC. Putting emphasis on that 😅

TW: Leprosy, Mentions of Fainting

It was late in the afternoon by the time Baldwin along with his party of royal officials and advisors arrived in Egypt.

As much as long travel weakened his already frail form, this journey was important. He along with his advisors would be guests at the Sultan’s palace for a few days while a treaty of peace was written to be signed by the two of them, putting an end to the conflict fought for hundreds of years.

Baldwin was in pain from the long, strenuous day spent on horseback. His body ached and the blazing sun left his heavily bandaged body overheated.

But there was much to be done before he could rest.

His mind had raced for the entire journey. As much as the young king kept up his usual calm temperament, he couldn't help but feel slightly nervous.

This was his first time speaking with Saladin since the Christian’s victory many years ago and he hoped that despite their past, they would find common ground.

As the palace came into view from a distance, the knot in Baldwin's throat tightened.

Saladin, along with his own advisors, greeted the group at the palace entrance, instructing his servants to help Baldwin down from his horse after noticing the young king’s slightly slumped over position.

Baldwin thanked them and straightened his posture, attempting to keep his professional appearance despite the pain he felt.

They said their greetings and entered the palace to begin the first day of affairs. For Baldwin, every step was agony. He felt dizzy and the bandages were too tight around his skin, but he had to keep his failing body upright.

“Just a few more hours,” he told himself as they entered the Great Hall.

As everybody took their assigned seats, Baldwin found himself seated next to Saladin. They spoke for a while as everyone else got settled. The young king's nerves calmed themselves as he and the sultan became acquainted, even agreeing to bury the past and look to the future.

As the meeting proceeded, Baldwin felt himself fading in and out of consciousness.

It was already dark outside and he assumed the meeting would go for far less time. Saladin noticed this and made a mental note to keep an eye on him, just in case his condition worsened.

Until one point, Baldwin could not keep himself upright anymore and felt himself falling to the side with nothing he could do about it.

A few of Saladin’s guards managed to catch him, helping his weak body back into the chair. As Baldwin came back into consciousness, he could barely make out what was happening.

Saladin ended the meeting and requested everyone to go to their respective chambers for a while before dinner was served.

He placed a hand on Baldwin’s shoulder, searching for his barely open eyes.

“I am very sorry about this my friend, I should have seen to your adequate care when you arrived”

“It's quite alright, I’m just tired..” the young king replied weakly.

“Come, I will show you to your quarters” the sultan said with a reassuring smile, gesturing for the guards to help Baldwin to his feet.

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Once inside, Saladin instructed the guards to fetch his private physicians immediately as Baldwin sat down on the large bed. He had regained a small amount of strength, just enough to hold himself upright at least.

“I can't thank you enough for your hospitality,” the young king said, his voice still raspy and faint.

“It is the least I can do, truely” Saladin replied as the physicians filed into the room.

They worked quickly to remove his old bandages, cleaning his wounds and covering them with new bandages as Baldwin lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

All the while, Saladin stood beside the closed door with his eyes fixed on the wooden floor to give the king some privacy while still ensuring he was alright.

Once the physicians left the room, the sultan approached Baldwin’s bedside. The young king now wore a white sleep robe, his mask was removed to reveal his bandaged face, framed by blonde curls.

Upon noticing his presence, Baldwin gave him a small, grateful smile.

“How are you feeling?” Saladin asked, taking a seat on the chair beside the bed.

“Much better now, thank you”, Baldwin replied with half lidded eyes.

Once again, the two got to talking well into the night.

“As much as I enjoy your company sultan, it is getting quite late” Baldwin said, covering a soft yawn with his bandaged hand.

“Yes I suppose it is. Would you like me to stay and watch over you? Just in case something happens” Saladin offered.

Baldwin smiled weakly, “I'd like that” he replied before letting his eyes fall shut.

The young king was fast asleep within minutes, leaving Saladin to watch over him. It was odd seeing him like this. A young man who was once his sworn enemy was now trusting him to watch over him while he slept.

Baldwin looked much different in sleep he had discovered. His face was softened, especially without the mask. The sultan had always seen the young king as a man, but in that moment he realized just how young he really was.

Only twenty years old and had already experienced such hardship. It was truly admirable.

While Saladin respected Baldwin as a king, he also felt compelled to look after him. Like an old friend from long ago.

He looked so peaceful like this, his fluttering eyelids closed with soft, slightly audible breaths escaping his parted lips.

Once he was sure that Baldwin was sleeping comfortably, Saladin stood and covered him with a blanket, tucking him in gently before deciding to sit back down and finally allowing his eyes to close.

He soon dozed off into a deep sleep, content with the knowledge that his guest and friend was alright. 

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The following morning, Baldwin woke first. His eyes opened slowly to reveal the dimly lit room. As everything came into view, he realized that he was not alone.

Saladin was still seated in the same place from the night before, exept only this time, he was sleeping soundly with his head propped up on his hand.

Gratitude swelled in Baldwin’s heart as he realized that his friend had remained true to his promise and stayed to watch over him.

Noticing that it was still early morning, the young king closed his eyes once more and allowed himself to drift off again with a small smile on his face in anticipation of the days to come

[tinypandabasketballfarm]

ehm...just woke up and did this? Well, basically just 1k of a lead up to confessions. Go get it Eddie!

first thing I wrote and shared in 4 years

Their breaths started to mix. It was slow, measured and most of all careful.

“Stevie,” he breathed out.

“Yeah?” Steve whispered back, his thumb doing the back-and-forth motion on Eddie’s cheek. Eddie fought his inner battle against leaning into the touch. Steve had his face in his hands, gently cupped.

“What is happening?” Eddie didn’t dare to speak above a whisper of a breath. He felt the bubble around them. It was just them here, in this moment, nothing else mattered. His own hands, slightly trembling, ghosting over Steve’s hips. Steve’s forehead touched his, their noses brushing, and Eddie held his breath. Frozen in place he waited.

“I…I’m not sure,” he confessed. He brushed their noses against each other, and Eddie stopped a whine in his throat. He wanted to connect them, but he didn’t dare - fear would not let him. This was too delicate. Their friendship finally had solid ground. He dared to say they became best friends since Eddie was hospitalised. Steve keeping him company in the hospital, keeping Wayne company. The former jock was a constant support throughout the whole recovery, always reliable, always there, always eager to help. Who was Eddie to not appreciate it? Who was Eddie to not find it absolutely heartwarming? Who was Eddie, a gay man in small town Hawkins Indiana, to not find it charming? So yeah, he developed a crush on the reformed King. How could he not, he has eyes, and have you seen Steve? That man is a walking wet dream.

So, this? The closeness, the tender touches? Yeah, Eddie was threading carefully and trying to keep some common sense (the fear helps). He had no intentions of confessing his crush. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if Steve figured out, he’s into men! Eddie thought of hiding it, but then he got to know Robin. During one of their many Party movie nights she came out to him. She told him about the bathroom, about the muppet voice and suddenly Eddie thought to himself “maybe I won’t have to hide.” So, he didn’t. He didn’t flaunt it, of course, he didn’t have a death wish (not anymore at least), but he didn’t stop a comment or a quip if he felt it. He wanted to ease Steve into it. Into the whole idea of Eddie being queer. Bless the The Hair, he took it in stride and never prodded. He wasn’t put out by the flirting, sometimes even flirted back (!), made comments to Eddie’s comments and it all felt weirdly organic. It felt safe. Still, as it had never been said out loud, he could not be sure Steve knew he was gay.

Eddie mulled this over. He couldn’t indulge this without being sure what it meant to him. He took a staggering breath and braced himself. His hands found steady purchase on Steve chest (tiddies!) as he slowly shook his head from side to side, forehead never leaving Steve’s.

“Stevie,” he tried to keep the wobble out of his voice. “I…”

“Yes?” Steve nudged his forehead, lips coming dangerously close to his. Eddie went against the screaming in his head to hold on tight as he took a tentative step back. He focused on his hands placed gingerly on Steve’s chest (tiddies!).

“Steve, I…” he tried again but failed as he locked onto those hazel green eyes. Half lidded, Steve’s eyes were almost glossed over and there was something akin to a need in them. Eddie took in the sight of him, the parted lips, relaxed eyebrows, the way his chest was expanding on deep breaths. A burning fire awoke in him and the need to devour Steve got overwhelming. He was beautiful, borderline ethereal, in the setting sunlight. “What is this, Stevie?” his voice came out hoarse. Steve’s eyes roamed his form and locked onto his lips. Eddie gulped and Steve stared transfixed at his Adam’s apple.

“This…it just…,” Steve appeared to be having a hard time piecing together a sentence. It did nothing to calm the fire inside Eddie. “I need to…,” Steve’s breath came harder then. His eyes clouded over; his left hand went to Eddie’s hair at the nape of his neck holding him firmly. Eddie’s breath hitched as Steve’s right thumb glided over his bottom lip. “Want you.”

The inside fire melted Eddie completely. He went gooey for a moment allowing himself to bask in Steve’s confession, in the pure raw way it tumbled out of his mouth. It must be a dream, Eddie thought to himself, there was no other explanation – it certainly felt like one of his many dreams he had had about the boy with soft hazel eyes.

Steve went to close the distance Eddie had put between them, the hand in Eddie’s hair guiding his head to a position Eddie knew was meant for kissing. He stopped him by putting pressure on Steve’s chest (tiddieeeees). “No,” he stood firmly. Steve halted immediately, his eyes losing the glossed over look. He appeared to sober up, to take in what Eddie said.

“Shit. Sorry, I-I thought-,” he stummered.

“No, Steve, I didn’t mean…,” Eddie huffed. He needed to explain for Steve started to look panicked, which was the last thing Eddie wanted. He took a deep breath and bunched up Steve’s shirt in his hands not allowing him to move away. “I want this too,” he whispered, “but I-,” he let out a sharp breath in frustration. He had no idea how to do this. There was too much at stake and he didn’t want to lose Steve. He looked into those hazel eyes, wrinkles at their corners, eyebrows drawn down to the middle and told himself to be brave. He faced a swarm of demobats and he lived to tell the tail. He thought against interdimensional monsters, he could do this.

“Steve,” he began.

“Yes?” A low chuckle pushed pass Eddie's lips. What a dork.

“I can’t do this without getting feelings mixed with it, strong feelings. This, whatever this is, will mean something big to me. If we do anything I need to know you are in it, fully committed. Not an experiment, not a passing horny thought. I can’t do that. I rather never do anything than knowing what it feels like to have you only to lose it because you change your mind or realize it’s not for you.”

There. He said it. He was brave and Eddie waited with a bated breath. Eyes were scanning Steve’s face, analysing, and overanalysing any and every move of a muscle. Steve opened his mouth then closed it, did it again.

The silence did wanders to calm the fire inside Eddie – he barely feels it. It flickers though. A flicker of fire; a flicker of hope still there.

Steve’s jaw clenched tight, his hands leaving Eddie entirely and he could have cried. His stomach fell through the floor, the flicker went out, his shoulders sank, hands leaving Steve’s chest.

“I’m bisexual. I have had a crush on since you slammed me against the wooden wall of the shed and put the broken bottle to my throat.”

Well, call the firefighters.

[class-1b-bull]

Ayo you're back!! Awesome!! Could I perhaps ask for how each of them are when they're chronically sleep deprived? Like "I've lived off of caffeine for the past two weeks and I am currently communing with the microwave via love bites" kind of sleep deprived (and maybe what the others do to get them to fucking bed)?

Not proofread we die like men

Awase - he already casually drinks energy drinks so no one really noticed he was as tired as he was until they tried talking to him. Bro can not understand a word being said to him at any given moment. Not to mention he sounds like the dyslexic scene from the ghost stories dub. Rin or someone probably throws him onto his bed only for him to almost instantly pass out lmao.

Sen - everyone knew he was lacking sleep when the saw him poor an energy drink into black coffee and say sorry to a wall for walking into it. He eventually falls asleep on the common areas couch and his classmates just leave him there undisturbed. (Monoma did draw on his face with a sharpie thought)

Kamakiri - it takes so long for people to find out hes lacking sleep. Him cussing at objects and drinking 12 black coffees in five minutes or less is considered normal for some reason. They only realize hes desperately needs rest when he doesn't immediately try to fight tetsu when he asks to train his quirk. He probably just ends up falling asleep on his own since he dosent let his classmates in his room anyways.

Kuroiro - bro is always sleep deprived so nothings new. He goes on average 2-3 days without sleep. So him walking into class with a bag full of energy drinks and a large black coffee extra espresso in hand no ones really surprised.

Kendo - shes pretty good at keeping a good sleep schedule but because of that kendo losing only a few hours of sleep can really mess with her head. So a full all nighter has her seeing stars and stuff. Everyone can instantly tell shes exhausted and all it takes is for someone to ask her to go take a nap and she does just that no problem.

Kodai - when shes sleep deprived she actually becomes more talkative but shes yawning in the middle of every sentence and constantly losing her train of thought (not to mention she poured an entire pot of coffee onto the floor before realizing she missed her cup completely.) Komori or kendo probably takes her to bed lmao

Komori - shes a very loving person so when shes sleep deprived its probably because she struggles sleeping without someone near her. Shes probably used to sleepovers with the other girls (mostly pony and setsuna) so once the girls see komori bite into a piece of tree bark she found on the ground they decided to hold a small sleepover to help her out.

Shiozaki - its really hard for her to become tired much less sleep deprived since she can absorb a little energy from the sun with her vine hair (at least thats what the wiki said) but since shes used to the sun giving her a little boost she quickly becomes tired during long periods of clouds and rain with little sunlight. She starts to doze off while standing and kendo has had to carry her to her room more than once during this.

Shishida - once he starts getting tired he takes less care of his hair(fur?) And it quickly starts getting tangled and matted. He unintentionally starts sounding like an old man thats fought both world wars. Idk its just his tired tone of voice lmao. He probably doesn't drink energy drinks so when hes sleep deprived there isnt a moment where there isnt a black coffee in his hand. He probably ends up falling asleep sitting up in a chair.

Shoda - if hes lacking too much sleep and the coffee and energy drinks arnt helping anymore he will simply fall asleep at his desk for a few minutes at a time or in the common area. If hes that sleep deprived he will catch up on sleep through little naps throughout the day instead of just going to bed normally. (Which arguably makes his sleep deprivation worse)

Pony - when shes sleep deprived she dosent bother with brushing her hair in the mornings or things like that so as she gets less and less sleep she looks more and more like a zombie. She probably is a lot like komori and needs one of the girls to help her sleep a bit.

Tsubaraba - hes always sleep deprived. It gives charachter. He'll go for days without sleep and not even notice until one of his classmates point out how hes taking to his own shadow. Rin and awase got him to go to bed. (It took welding him down but if it works it works)

Tetsutetsu - not getting proper sleep isnt manly in his opinion, so he tries his best to take good care of his sleep schedule. So on the rare times where he is lacking sleep hes not sure what to do. He ends up falling asleep in class and staying asleep until schools over pretty much. Other than being really tired and barely being able to form a coherent sentence hes not as bad sleep deprived as ya think.

Tokage - she will say absolutely anything and everything she thinks of when shes tired and she will be immediately forget what she said. Its not anything mean or remotely understandable for that matter, but she will say it. She seems the type to get more tired from things like coffee and energy drinks so those dont help. The only way she gets any sleep is either from the girls sleepover or by actually collapsing

Manga - pulling 4 all nighters in a row just to draw was not his smartest moment. Doing that during exam season was an even dumber move. He pulled up to class without a pencil or book of any kind but he had a black coffee with triple espresso. He dosent like coffee but he forgot until he was already half way done with his coffee and the bitter taste hit him like a truck. After that he slept for like 2 and a half days straight.

Honenuki - he can go 4 or 5 days without sleep but in those final few hours on the last day he loses all grip on sanity lmaoo. He'll be fine and then suddenly he'll be drinking 12 energy drinks in one sitting and forgetting his own name. Hes pretty good at getting himself to sleep at that point tho.

Bondo - no one can tell hes sleep deprived until he falls asleep standing up. He starts moving all sluggish like and is constantly yawning but other than that not much of a difference despite how tired he is. He probably ends up falling asleep in the common area.

Monoma - he loses an hour of sleep and he'll look like he hasn't slept in months. So even one all nighter causes him to get the biggest eye bags youve ever seen. He can only stay awake thanks to the multiple energy drinks he has. He finally gets some sleep after kendo knocked him out.

Reiko - she usually stays up later than the rest of the class so shes used to having a bit less sleep than some of her classmates but the second she starts walking into walls because she can barely keep her eyes open she knows its time for bed. When she gets like this she can sleep for almost a full day and a half and still be tired when she wakes up. Becoming sleep deprived is how she knows its bed time.

Rin - the only reason he would ever lose sleep is if he stayed up all night studying or some nerdy thing like that lmao. Day of the test he walks in with the biggest eye bags and 12 energy drinks in his bag only to pass out the second it starts and not wake up all day. He refuses to pull all nighters after his final grade dropped 20% from that.

Gifs anime - dungeon meshi

[b0r3dtod3ath]

Inspired by @antadogoias 's post:

cw: fem!reader

an: im trying out some smau stuff, let me know what you think and if you have any tips!

The bright lights of the charity gala illuminated the ballroom, casting a warm glow over the elegant guests sipping champagne. Andrey stood at the edge of the room, feeling slightly out of place in his tailored suit. As a professional tennis player, he was used to the intensity of the court, but social events like this always made him a bit uneasy.

Then, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, he spotted you. Despite being a Formula 1 rookie you had managed to already make history as one of a few women to enter motorsport. Your determination, skill and charisma had captured his attention from the moment he had first heard about you. You were standing near the bar, ordering a drink in your evening gown, looking like a Bond’s girl. 

Summoning up his courage, Andrey made his way over to you, his heart pounding in his chest. "Hi," he said, his voice slightly nervous but determined. "I'm Andrey. It's a pleasure to meet you". You turned to face him, your eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Andrey Rublev, the tennis star?" you exclaimed, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "I'm honored. It's nice to finally meet you in person”. 

Andrey felt a surge of relief as you found a common ground. Your conversation flew effortlessly as if you had known each other for years. You two spent the whole evening together turning a boring event into an opportunity to get to know each other. 

You and Andrey have been going out for a few months. Busy schedules resulted in you two spending time for not more than four days at a time. Nonetheless, you still tried to see each other every moment you could. That often resulted in you sitting in the stands, going over your latest race data, while Andrey trained. He often feels bad for training while you visit him but you don't mind as you can sit next to him, look pretty and enjoy the view. He always sets up the best dates as a compensation - he would take you to fancy dinners, and less fancy local adventures. He always makes sure you have fresh flowers, either he would give you them in person or send you a bouquet when you two were apart. 

First time fans started noticing your connection was when Tennis Channel posted a video asking tennis players who their favorite Formula 1 driver was. "Y/N," he said without hesitation, a spark in his eyes. "She's my favorite. She's incredibly talented, and I admire her passion and dedication to her sport. She’s determined and has gone through a lot. One of the strongest people I know”. His cheeks flushed red as he realized how quickly he replied.

You two found yourself in a locker room after a particularly hard match. Andrey had fought hard, but in the end, he had come up short, defeated by his opponent in a long battle. His shoulders slumped with exhaustion and disappointment, as he looked at the floor. You sat beside him, your expression filled with concern and empathy as you reached out to gently squeeze his hand. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Andrey, please" you said softly, your voice a soothing balm to his wounded pride. "You played your heart out there, and that's all anyone can ask for. Tomorrow is another day, another chance to prove yourself." Andrey sighed, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him as he hid his face in your shoulder. He held onto you like his life depended on it. In that moment, he realized just how lucky he was to have you by his side – not just as a partner, but as a source of strength and support in times of need.

You didn’t necessarily keep your relationship secret but you didn’t want it to be in a spotlight. Media and reporters tend to be quite invasive and with Andrey struggling with his mental health you wanted to avoid it for as long as possible. Fans and reporters had analyzed your every interaction, searching for clues and hints that would confirm their suspicions. But you two wanted to focus on your respective careers. Until one fateful day, when a reporter finally broached the subject during a post-match interview.

"Andrey, can you comment on the rumors that you're dating Y/N?" the reporter asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. Andrey hesitated for a moment, his mind racing as he weighed his options, he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. But then, he glanced over at you, who was watching him with a reassuring smile, and he knew that the time had come to set the record straight. “Yea, we have been dating for some time now. She's an incredible person, and she's helped me a lot, especially mentally. I think it’s noticeable as I’m a lot calmer on the court these days. I owe her a lot”. As he spoke, a feeling of relief and freedom washed over both of you. 

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May 2, 2024

[shadowjack12345]

Three's Company - Chapter 7: Normality

TC 7 - Normality

The Tower was starting to get back to normal. Or perhaps their new arrangement was becoming their new normal. The first time Cyborg had walked into the common room to find Beast Boy and Starfire sat next to each other on the couch, he had paused, honestly unsure how welcome he would be. Until Beast Boy craned his neck around to look at him.

"There he is! You up to challenge the Street Combat master?" he asked, grinning wickedly. Cyborg smiled back.

"Sure am. But I guess I could play you until they get here," he teased. Beast Boy grumbled wordlessly.

"Burn," Raven added, eyes still glued to her book as she lay across them both, her head in Starfire's lap and her legs in Beast Boy's.

"Hey, you're supposed to be on my side," Beast Boy chuckled. Raven, still reading, raised her hand and waved an imaginary flag.

"Go Garfield, ra ra ra," she deadpanned. Beast Boy tried and failed to frown at her and looked up at the screen as Cyborg tossed him a controller. Starfire leaned down to speak quietly to Raven.

"Did Cyborg not understand Garfield's claim to the mastery?" she asked. Raven finally looked away and up into Starfire's eyes.

"He did, but by pretending not to he insinuated that Garfield is incapable of such skill," she explained. Starfire nodded and giggled.

"I see, it is the trash talk!" she said. Raven smiled as well.

"Exactly," she confirmed, and while she wanted to return to her book, she found her gaze locked as Starfire beamed down at her. Her fingers ran gently through her hair and then tapped her on the nose.

"Boop" Starfire said, giving Raven one more smile before turning her attention to the screen as the game started. Raven resumed reading her book, unaware that Cyborg had watched the entire exchange. Honestly, he had thought that seeing Beast Boy with either or both of his girlfriends would be strange, but the way Raven had looked at Starfire, that was the real eye-opener.

"Come on, Cy, choose your guy," Beast Boy complained. "Afraid to face me?" he growled, baring his teeth and flexing his arms. Cyborg snorted.

"Yeah, right. Prepare to get stomped, salad top!" he cried.

"Same to you, meat head!" Beast Boy answered. Their battle was ruthless and long, each of them knowing the other too well for either to claim a quick victory. A new wrinkle was that Starfire, who had always cheered for everyone who played at the same time, was very much on Team Beast Boy this time, though she was careful not to move around too much for Raven's sake. Narrowly, Beast Boy won the first round.

"Well done, Garfield!" Starfire sang, throwing her hands up.

"Wooooooo," Raven drawled, turning a page. Cyborg grumbled through a smile at the one-sided support. With a sadistic grin, he took the next round.

"Do not give in, Garfield! Victory is still within reach," Starfire said, leaning over and shaking him by the shoulders. To his credit, he only chuckled as she released him back to his game. The final round was even more closely fought, each fighter warily chipping away at the other until they each had only a tiny amount of health remaining - the next one to land a hit, any hit, would win. Eventually, Cyborg saw his moment, a mis-step from Beast Boy and charged in to deliver the final blow. But it was a feint. To his horror, Beast Boy's character leapt up and, by the barest of margins, avoided the attack. Then, while Cyborg's character completed the sequence, Beast Boy darted forward and tapped him with a jab, his weakest attack. With a dramatic wail, Cyborg's character threw itself to the ground in appropriately dramatic slow motion.

"Nnnnnnnnooooooooo..." Cyborg groaned.

"YYYEAAAH!"Beast Boy cheered.

"Victory!" Starfire sang, clapping her hands before reaching for Raven's book and tossing it into the air. She took Raven's arms and yanked them around Beast Boy's shoulders in a clumsy embrace before wrapping the both of them in her own. Raven only blinked and casually levitated her book down to the floor safely.

Even Nightwing's finely honed detective skills took a moment to interpret the scene: Raven awkwardly but passively sandwiched between Beast Boy and Starfire on one side of the couch while Cyborg whimpered into his hands on the other, the monitor still flashing his defeat at the room. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly looked away when Starfire took Beast Boy's head in her hands and tilted it up, leaning over to kiss him. He was honestly surprised at himself. He took a breath and forced himself to look at his friends... and grimaced. It hurt. He had no right to hurt but he couldn't help it. He would just have to live with it, after all he was happy with Barbara, honestly. The reminder of what he had softened the pain, and he even found it in himself to smile at his friends a little.

"Krrrhhhh? Ghhhr?"

Starfire broke the kiss and looked down: Raven's face was smushed into Beast Boy's chest by her own, and she quickly relaxed her embrace. Raven took a deep, exaggerated breath before looking over her shoulder at her sheepish girlfriend.

"Thank you, Kori. Fond as I am of your cleavage, I'm not sure I'm ready to die in it," she said. Beast Boy's eyes were as wide as saucers and Cyborg burst into a laugh so violent it was followed immediately by a coughing fit.

"Is that so?" Kori asked, her smile becoming sly instead, and Raven was certain her throwaway gag would have a more lasting impact that she'd thought. What the hell, why not play along? Raven took a long glance at Starfire's bust then smirked as she returned to her green eyes. No words were needed, and Starfire grinned back, showing teeth. Despite having evolved from felines, Tamaranean canines were only slightly longer than a typical human's, in fact Beast Boy's were much more pronounced. And yet, somehow, Starfire's smile had a distinctly predatory vibe to it, and Raven felt heat creep up her neck. Even from his more distant vantage point, Nightwing recognised - and remembered - that look. He cleared his throat and tried to act like he hadn't even seen the last few minutes.

"Who's hungry?" he called out, examining a takeout menu. The heat in Starfire's smile diminished, but she didn't look away from Raven.

"I am. And I feel a great... thirst," she said, drawing out the word as her face moved closer. Then she booped Raven on the nose again and stood up to go and peruse the menu. Cyborg was already there so Beast Boy was the only one who heard when Raven muttered to him.

"I knew I would regret you teaching her that word," she said. Beast Boy, whose eyes had followed Starfire as Raven's had, replied back in a subdued monotone.

"Don't even lie, you don't regret a single second of that." Raven sighed.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay." She stood and joined the others perusing the menu. What would she have? The room flashed red and the monitor displayed an alert, meaning the Titans would have to go hungry a little while longer.

"Titans go!" Nightwing cried.

It was a simple alert, but far from easy. An enterprising criminal, eager to climb to the top of the crooked heap, had managed to acquire advanced weaponry. While many villains decided Jump City wasn't worth the effort of confrontation with the Titans, they were more than happy to interfere in small, petty ways, by selling their technology to people stupid enough to use them. And so the Titans found themselves pursuing a beaten up truck while a man in the back fired a high-powered laser weapon at them, laughing all the while.

"Hahahahaaa! Give it up, Titans! You're no match for... Laser Man!" he cried. Nightwing, giving chase on his motorcycle, groaned.

"Ugh... he doesn't need a laser to beat me. If he keeps using that name I'll surrender," he muttered.

"Maybe that was his evil, evil plan all along," Cyborg replied through the radio, following in the T-Car. Nightwing snorted, then twisted the accelerator. Starfire, Beast Boy and Raven darted around in the air, holding their quarry's focus while Nightwing advanced. He passed the truck and, with an artful but unnecessary flip, landed on the vehicle's hood. He crouched and saw the driver, a terrified but otherwise unremarkable man. Nightwing looked him in the eye and shouted.

"Maybe just pull over now and get it over with." The driver glanced fearfully over his shoulder. "Don't worry about him," Nightwing shouted, and clambered toward the cackling man in the back. With an embarrasingly short martial display, his enemy was subdued and the truck slowed to a safe and complete stop. Nightwing none-too-gently booted 'Laser Man' to the ground, tossing the weapon to Starfire as she landed nearby. "Recognise it?" he asked.

"Hmmm... perhaps," Starfire said, eyeing the weapon critically. "It bears a resemblance to Rannian technology, but the materials are all different. Perhaps it is reverse engineered."

"That makes sense," said Cyborg, exiting his car. "No way anyone would waste original alien tech on this guy." Beast Boy alighted next to him, shifting from bird to man.

"This guy?" Laser Man hissed. "THIS GUY?! Nobody disrespects Laser Man! Self-destruct, minimum radius!" With that command, the weapon emitted a shrill beep and, a second later, erupted into a bright, red light about six feet in diameter, with Starfire vanishing into it.

"Star!" Beast Boy cried, running forward.

"Hahaha! Laser Man is always ready. LASER MAN IS ALWAYS... always... ah nuts," he ended weakly. The light from his destroyed weapon faded and, much to Beast Boy's relief, revealed a smoldering but largely unharmed Starfire. She glanced down at her scorched outfit, then glared at him with barely restrained malice.

"I. Liked. This. Outfit." she snarled, tightly. Her eyes glittered dangerously and green light lanced out from them, burning a line only an inch from Laser Man's fingers as they sat on the ground.

"Whoa! Hey, come on, don't hurt me! I got kids out there somewhere..." he tried. An unnaturally deep voice seemed to surround him in answer.

"They'd be better off without you." With that, pools of shadow sprang up around him, tendrils of darkness emerging to wrap around his limbs and hoist him high into the air and face to face with a volcanically angry Raven, eyes red and promising vengeance. "Give me one good reason not to rip you apart and throw the remains straight to hell," she asked, with alarming calm.

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-," he stammered. Fortunately for him, he wasn't alone.

"Because I asked you not to," Starfire said, rising up to them. Raven appeared to pause to think.

"Very well," she muttered. The shadows vanished and Laser Man plummeted with an undignified shriek, until Starfire caught him and dropped him at Nightwing's feet. He was quickly cuffed and picked up by local law enforcement. Raven had made a point of floating high above the ground but within his line of sight, her eyes glowing just enough to be seen in the shadow of her hood, and he squirmed under her watchfulness. Nightwing watched her in turn, cautiously. Beast Boy and Starfire had embraced, showing their gladness, but Raven would only hover and stare at her enemy. When he was taken away, she finally descended to the ground. Her head was bowed, so her cloak covered her eyes, and she took Starfire's hand in both of hers, holding it wordlessly. They decided to pile into Cyborg's car to head back, and she never let go.

Later, back at the Tower, Nightwing called the others to attention.

"We need to discuss what just happened. Raven. Don't you think you took things too far?" he asked. Raven didn't even glance up at him.

"No," she said.

"Raven, you traumatized the guy!" He-"

"He tried to kill my girlfriend. He's lucky I only threatened him.," she interrupted. She had tilted her head up now, and a single, deep blue eye glared up at Nightwing.

"You only meant to frighten him?" he asked, a little mollified. Raven snorted humorlessly.

"I meant to make him so afraid he won't be able to hear my name without soiling himself. Considering how furious I am... I believe I showed admirable restraint. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to meditate before I yank the Tower off the island and throw it into the sea." With that, she turned and marched to the door, her cloak billowing behind her. Beast Boy and Starfire made to follow, but she shook her head. "I'm sorry. I need to be alone for a while." And she was gone.

"Well," Nightwing said, rubbing his temples, "that could have been worse, I suppose." Behind him, Cyborg switched on the TV.

"Uhhhhh... Dick?" he said. Nightwing turned and saw the screen showing amateur footage of Raven's display all over the news. He groaned.

"It's worse."

Uh. Hi.

-Jack

[gcthvile]

Fractured Soul

Characters: Thiego Strange and Estella Strange

warnings: violence, angst

fandom: marvel

summary: Driven mad by loss, Thiego Strange unleashes darkness; hunting his sister through realities to save her from her death as the evil Darkhold corrupts his soul, damning him forever in the abyss of his creation.

The multiverse swirled around Thiego as he drifted between worlds, shadows of other lives glimpsed through tears in reality. Always he searched, guided by the cold whispers of the Darkhold.

This time, he found purchase in a form all too similar. His grey eyes opened to a mirrored Sanctum, then narrowed as dark magic surged within stolen flesh.

"Stella?" His voice, though not his own, echoed through empty halls. No reply came, setting his new heart racing.

Rushing through familiar rooms revealed only dust and silence. "Hermana, where are you?" Panic rising, Thiego tore through portals to the other dimensions, seeking any trace of her light.

In the mirror dimension, he finally stopped short. On the ground lay a girl, dark hair splayed in a halo of blood. His hands shook as he knelt, rolling her still form over to find eyes devoid of life gazing back, empty of the joy they once held.

A tear slipped down his stolen cheek, but no more sorrow could be felt - only an all-consuming rage. "Who did this to you?" he hissed, gathering Stella's fragile frame in twisted arms.

A presence intruded then, and Thiego whirled to see his alternate self staring in horror at the scene. "What have you done?" the other gasped, backing away in fear and disgust.

His voice a growl, Thiego advanced on the trembling form before him. "I? I have done nothing. But you...you failed to protect her." With a maddened cackle, dark magic writhed between his clenched fists. "For that, you must pay the ultimate price."

The other's screams rent the air, but Thiego felt only a grim satisfaction as he watched the final vestiges of light fade from wide, betrayed eyes. Another Thiego fallen, another Stella lost, but he felt one step closer to his goal - to undo his crimes, no matter the cost.

The sound of shattering reality echoed in the void as Thiego strode between worlds once more. His stolen body lay lifeless where he'd left it, another failure to add to a growing pile of ashes.

He emerged in a city under siege, spells and explosions lighting the chaotic night. A version of himself fought valiantly below, sending bursts of magic towards an advancing horde. But for all his skill, he was outnumbered - and so was she.

A flash of dark hair caught Thiego's eye, and his stolen heart froze. Stella battled back-to-back with her brother, protecting civilians as they fled destroyed buildings. But a mutant slipped through their defenses, claws slicing through the air.

Time seemed to slow as horror rooted Thiego in place. A screech, and Stella crumpled; his counterpart's anguished screams echoed her name to the uncaring stars.

Rage turned his vision red once more. With a wave of crackling energy, Thiego swept the remaining beasts from this world. The other sank to his knees amid the carnage, cradling Stella's still form as sobs wracked his bleeding form.

"You failed," Thiego hissed, dark presence announcing his arrival. Twinned grey eyes, one pair drowned in tears, snapped up to meet his cold gaze.

"I tried—" a hoarse whisper was all that could be uttered past guilt and grief.

A sneer twisted Thiego's face, corrupted by the blood on his hands and madness in his heart. "Not hard enough." Dark magic curled around clenched fists, eager to deliver punishment upon this broken shell who dared call himself Sorcerer Supreme.

Time lost all meaning as Thiego traveled the endless paths between lifelines. Stella's death played out in infinite variations, each one tearing him further into the abyss.

He saw her cut down in battle, ravaged by plague, struck down by common illness - any fate but growing old at his side was unacceptable. And with each failure came retribution, another version of himself destroyed for his inability to keep her safe.

Some Thiegos begged for the mercy of his blade, madness and grief consuming them from within. Others raged and wept, but met their end all the same upon his hands of twisting shadow.

He witnessed Stellas perish by manipulation, falling prey to those who sought to use her gift for evil. Times when even her power could not withstand the horrors that crept in shadows.

And through it all, the Darkhold fueled his rage, whispers dripping promises of undoing the past if only he had the strength to pay its price. Reality unraveled around the edges as Thiego plunged deeper into the void between, losing even the memory of why he quested to begin with.

All that remained was the cold need winding through his veins, to save her or punish any who failed - an endless, maddened loop with no escape but the complete destruction of all that ever was. His soul shattered into fragments scattered across infinities, leaving only an unleashed darkness in his place.

Months passed in the blink of an eye as Thiego drifted through reality itself, shattered psyche clinging to the ruins of a single goal - to undo what could not be changed.

He lost count of the Thiegos destroyed, the endless Stellas who slipped forever from his grasp no matter what path he took. All that remained was the howling emptiness and the Darkhold's cruel song, promises twisting into darker vows with every failure.

Time came when he could no longer remember why he quested, what face belonged to the light he chased through the long tunnels between worlds. There was only the seductive whispers from aged pages, realities unraveling at his merest thought as the book's pull overwhelmed his ravaged mind.

It was then that Thiego returned to his original universe, the first ghostly remnants of a life now lost to the ravages of torment. But where once stood a shining Sanctum and loved ones, now only ruins remained in his wake.

Here, in these bones of a dead world, the last shreds of his sanity fell away into the waiting jaws of the Darkhold. With a wave of crackling darkness to mirror the void within, Thiego rent reality asunder, tearing down all that yet stood with howls of maddened grief and rage.

In the smoking ashes of creation, only he stood amid a dead, formless waste wrought by his hand alone. The Darkhold's calls were silent now, its dark spells fully imprinted upon his blackened soul with none left to enact further tragic mercy upon.

Alone in the frigid dark he had made, the broken remnants that were Thiego Strange knew only an eternal abyss, damned to wander lifeless eternities with only memories of lost lights to keep him company in the lonely dark.

welp, enjoy this tiny bit of angst 😁

tags: @missstrawbs2001 @jackiequick @blueboirick @cherrysft @meiramel @purpleprincessonfyre @ask-missparker @askstevella @therealdaydreamstark @rickb-chaos @luna-d-marsh @rooster-84 @gaminggirlsstuff

[katyspersonal]

I think one of the longest clown emoji streaks I've earned regarding Elden Ring ideas is how I've made a joke like "lmao how many times do you think Leda and Hornsent hatefucked" but then it turned into an actual dynamic that got my interest in literal 20 minutes ffgfnkfjnn

The worst/best part about them is that they have full capacity for being reasonable, they just CHOOSE to not use it 🤦‍♂️ But it would be interesting considering they both have a lot of aggression to tame, and this hypothetical relationship just feels so.. "alive"? I don't have a better term.

Like think about how whereas he is trying to fix the quest of revenge where it belonged (Messmer and associates), he of course has relapses sometimes and Leda is too trigger-happy to jump onto "oh so you ARE unfit for the world Miquella wants I guess, I wasn't right to trust you" instantly. And like.. it is not very nice to make him unsafe just because he naturally has PTSD episodes. Every goddamn time. And I like to think that sooner or later he'd finally manage to successfully communicate it to her in the way that'd make her understand how much pressure she has been putting on him because of her paranoia. Like guilt and trying to do better than to threaten to get back at being enemies just when he is finally attached to someone again

I also doubt that he is good at these things, like my friend Val says, noting good ever comes out of his mouth regardless of intentions hfhggfh He would probably still feel self-conscious that he is "wasting her time" because after having lost his actual family he would not start another one no matter what. Like, he would want to tell her that he can not offer her kind of bond and experiences she deserves, especially considering she barely if at all had relationship yet.. but then tell her something along the lines of seeking someone that'd treat her like "real woman" or otherwise misogynistic stuff vfhfhhb And they'd go through uncomfortable but needed convo that she is a knight, not a housewife and a mother. Like, she is not "robbed of her proper place by a bitter broken man", she decides where her place is and not anyone else (well except for kind miquella of cooooourse :3 though imagine her actually hastily correcting the moment of self-assertion with Miquella's name, like if she did something wrong 😔). Just her way to say she's content, but I just know these people can't express any affection directly! It is always something under exterior of vitriol and coldness that they just learn to read between lines fuckin tsunderes, man

I just like how this is all not perfect at all just because they stopped trying to kill each other! It gives some dynamic, something I found entertaining to imagine? These are not even all conflicts between the two I can imagine, but also them both being very hardened people helps it to not get toxic! Especially since there is an actual variant of the events in the game where they find common ground despite having fought earlier! Again: they CAN, they just DON'T xD

But still it is embarrassing how I no longer can even shitpost/be horny/both without turning it into some headcanons tangent gdjghfh I am booboo the fool

[l1ghtfromthecloset]

Whelp since you guys loved the last one so much (53 notes DAYUM) uh, let's do another one :3

Here are some MORE funny and wholesome Yu-Gi-Oh! (DM and DSOD) head canons!

(With the addition of my OCs L1m and Zephyr)

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Yugi: Has a strange obsession with oranges. Like he HATES orange juice but loves anything orange flavored. Especially fanta.

Atem (before afterlife): Shared the same obsession with orange flavored things as yugi. They often fought over the last can of orange Fanta in the fridge... They always ended up sharing it tho. (Via switching places in Yugi's body.)

Solomon: Could secretly see Atem stand next to Yugi, even though Atem didn't have a physical body. But... He never said anything because he knew the bond between Yugi and Atem was special. He also bought more Fanta for the two when he found out Atem liked the soda.

Atem (after dsod): Visited Yugi and Solomon regularly. Even though Yugi couldn't see him, Solomon could. For some reason, Solomon has the ability to see the dead? No one knew why. But Atem and the old man reconnected. Eventually Yugi found out, and they all talked again, reconnecting, and Yugi/Atem played Yugi's newest game together.

Téa: She would help Joey, Tristan, and Yugi with algebra homework when the trio skipped classes for go to the arcade.

Téa (dsod): when the boys skipped class for the arcade, so did she. They all had Bakura help them with Algebra homework instead.

Mokuba and Kaiba (dsod): Mokuba had a late diagnosis of Autism and Adhd when he turned 16. When Kaiba found this out, he invested about a good $10,000 into putting a volume/color easing setting on the duel disks so those with autism don't get over stimulated when dueling. He eventually added visual audio settings for the deaf and convinced Pegasus to add braile on the cards so the blind can duel too.

Kaiba (dsod): Cut Mokiba's hair himself. He knew Mokuba would want to keep his hair longer, but also knew that Mokuba needed something slicker for his ever-growing corporate personality.

Bakura and Marik (after DM) : even after the Pharaohs tomb collapsed, Bakura kept in touch with Ishizu and Marik. Eventually, Marik moved to Japan just to see Bakura, and they started living together as roommates (😏).

- (oc) KaibaCorp L1m1nal (after dsod): Was originally created as an experiment for Kaiba to see if he can give ai emotional sentience (this was before dsod arc) but they eventually just became Mokuba and Kaiba's extended family. (After dsod arc) Litterly they lived with the two brothers. They eventually just became a "third sibling".

- (oc) Zephyr (dm): didn't know Yugi and the gang much, but being a pagan and having a connection with the dead, they always saw 2 Yugi's. One taller, one shorter. They thought that it could have been a dead relative of Yugi just watching over him, but then saw Yugi talking to the taller Yugi one day. Zephyr brushed it off as Yugi being pagan too. (But it was actually just Atem).

- (oc) Zephyr and L1m (during dsod arc): Did NOT like each other. Zephyr had a disdain for artificial life, being the pretentious pagan that they are. L1m had a disdain for mysterious and unreadable people. But both found a common ground in confusing everyone with their genders (one is a biological enby, and one is a amab).

Joey (in general): Buys eyeliner for himself and the ones that have a color that he doesn't like, he gives to Serenity (she loves any color).

Yugi and Atem(dm): Found an old photo of Yugi's mother in his closet, though it wasn't in good shape. Later on that day, Yugi found it in a picture frame, good as new, on his bedside table. He knew only Atem could have done this.

Mai (after dsod): started running a cosplay/modeling agency for people who liked the duel monsters card game and cosplay. She even worked with KaibaCorp to develop realistic holograms to add flair to her shows. She found that life wasn't about just getting money, but just about having fun and working hard to help yourself and others. She became an inspiration for millions of young girls who wanted to rule to world.

Lemme know if y'all want more :3

(maybe I'll do side/arc characters next time)

[writerofadream]

Can u either do Nat x Reader oneshots, or Clint x Reader oneshots.

And have a powered reader, with gravity manipulation

(seriously best power ever ngl)

Of course I shall, mi amor, I'll do whatever your heart desires. I'll be starting off with Natasha first!

If I am being totally honest, you kind of didn't know what to think of Natasha Romanoff at the begining.

I mean how could you? She came up to you with her beautiful red hair and amazing voice.

You didn't know what to do!

But Natasha knew exactly what to think of you from the start.

Fury had told her exactly what you deal was and why you were there in the Avengers just like her.

You worked with Bobbi Morse, and when she went undercover at Hyrda... you did as well. But you didn't make it out.

A year later, a girl named Daisy Johnson pulled you out, and well the mess you had been undone to, wasn't pretty.

When you became even the slightest upset everything around you seemed to drop to the floor, people, animals, picture frames, food, the list went on.

So when you found out that SHIELD wanted more from you, that they wanted you to join the fucking Avengers?

"There ain't a chance in high Hades I'm going ANYWHERE, with you." Is exactly what you screamed at the poor intern assigned to picking you up.

... There's a chance that you may or may not have pushed him twenty feet away from you with a flick of your wrist very soon afterwards.

So Natasha came next.

Well, after an hour of... talking, you joined, and let me tell you, the ammount of god damn JOKES Tony made about you 'Shaking his world.' made you want to drop him through his building to the bottom floor, no scratch that, through the bottom floor.

When Natasha asked you out, it was- something to say the least.

Nat at 3 a.m: *Knocks on your door* You opening the door yawning: What the fuck- Nat quickly looking at a spot on the wall behind you: Do you want to go out yes, or no? You tired out of your mind: Sure? Nat: *slams door*

When you did start going out Clint and Tony made about a million bets (Who'd kiss the other first, etc.)

You did, you kissed her first, (cue sounds of Clint clapping in the background and Tony crying) and it seemed to be the only thing that kept your emotions in tact

Natasha loved you, she loved the way you looked at her, the way your mouth smiled, she loved each of your scars, she loved you, and that meant every part.

Now here comes the true oneshot time.

You were not a cuddler, but surprisingly, Natasha was, after the redroom and all that time with Drakov, and not truly ever knowing the way a loving touch felt, meant she loved whenever you held her, or whenever your shoulder brushed hers, any simple touch, made her so happy.

Natasha had a tiny secret, which was that she loved cooking, her best memories where when she was younger with Yelena, and her parents were at work so she'd cook up something special for her younger sister, but you on the other hand, were terrible at cooking, the one time Clint tried to convice you, you got so pissed off the entire refrigator began floating and getting suspiciously taller then Cint.

Nightmares were a common thing between the two of you, but on days were it was truly terrible, the entire bed would lift off the ground and you'd scream these horrible words, and when you woke up? All you'd do was stare at your hands and rock back and forth.

Natasha's nightmares on the other hand were always silent, but you weren't used to silent, the tower was always bustling even at nightime, no matter if it was the familiar pang on the window as Tony's pet project The Spider would come in to repair his suit, or if Clint was pacing in the vents, or if Thor and Loki were fighting over Uno... again, or if Steve and Bucky were sparring with Wanda, and finally Natasha's familiar snore, it was soft, but whenever it stopped you woke up quickly. When she woke up it was different, she'd wave you worried hands away and tell you nothing happened.

When you guys fought, it was deathly silent, aside from the gentle hum of raw energy in the air. If she was to blame you'd just stare at her and with a whisper of despair all you'd manage was "Why?" and if you were at fault you'd get the cold shoulder, she'd change bedrooms, and wouldn't tell you what you did wrong.

she proposed because god knows your not risking rejection from the god damn black widow of all people

Now it is Clint's turn.

He screamed at you the first time you met.

Okay let me explain.

You had walked into the compound on your first day after a workout session at the gym, and it had been fucking four in the morning (You had sleep issues), and he was just laying half in-half out of the vents, and when his half opened eyes saw you...

Well he screamed.

Loudly.

Surprised by the action, a chunk of the wall fell down and you cursed, and made the concrete rise back into its place in the wall, and you stitched it together, Clint watching you silently the whole time.

When you finish, you give him a slight glare and walk off

Hes in love

Your hot, powerful, and hate him??? literally on his knees

He fell first, and he fell hard.

You didn't fall in love till around age of ultron.(at least that is what you told him)

But you ask him out first, and you do it at the worst time possible.

*during a fight* You as you bring down a building with a snap of your fingers: Just curious, you free saturday? Him blowing up some bad guys with his arrows: Yes- why? You: We're going on a date then and just wanted to make sure.

... does natasha give you the shovel talk?

...kinda...??

one night you go to bed and wake up somewhere in the middle of isreal tied up with a large piece of paper sitting in front of you that says "fucking watch yourself."

and then y'know, u quicly become besties... somehow

clint hates it (but he likes that it makes you both seem brighter)

now heres the real oneshots

he's not the best with kids, but you are, yet kids make you worried

the first date is a movie and dinner

he doesn't visit your part of the tower till the fifth date ;)

after the loki incident and even before that nightmares were common with clint, he was even more paranoid the nat

there was a gun underneath his pillow, a smoke bomb on the dresser, a comprresed bow and 15 arrows in a basket by the bed

and ofc his gravity girl <3

(thats ur name on his phone)

(his name on urs is: hawkie xo)

he loves cooking, like it borderlines crazy,

"hey babe, do you want to go out tonight cause i dont wanna cook?"

clint crashing out of the vents screaming his head off: FUCK NO. IM ABOUT TO MAKE THE MOST SCRUMPTIOUS SHIT YOU'VE EVER TASTED

and then- and then somehow he does??

your a super big hugger, but he's not.

none of the avengers have noticed the fact u 2 r dating

steve catches the signs though

he notices the way you 2 act after rough missions

You had been ignoring everyone on the way home, the avengers has went after a sex trafficking ring and you had stumbled on a room full of what the children called 'the miss behaviors' it was a room full of twenty-three children dead, with one bullet in their heads.

Now you sat in the kitchen your head in your hands. "What can't the big bad, Gravitas, deal with it?" Clint teased. "Fuck you, Barton." You hissed at him, about to stalk upstairs. "Wow, the great Gravitas can handle everything but emotions can't she?" He laughed at you and Tony was about to tell him to screw off, but Natasha grabbed Tony's arm and shook her head.

Suddenly a kitchen knife flew at Clint and he deflected it quickly. "Oh come on, such a cry baby." He smiled wide and joyfull. You were standing in the hallway shaking quietly and when you turned around you were smiling.

You were fucking pissed. You launched yourself at him, and the entire compound shook. But Clint didn't return any of your punches. He either took them or blocked them.

Finally you just stood there, your fists clenched. "Come on gravity girl. You'll be alright." He whispers.

Then... you break.

[uhmxr]

ruling hearts: a ravkan love triangle

(Y/N) (Y/S) had been traveling alone for a while when she stumbled upon a group of people who had set up camp in a clearing. She was curious about them, and after observing them for a while, she realized that they were a group of soldiers who were fighting against the Grisha. (Y/N) had never met any Grisha before, but she had heard stories about them, both good and bad.

One person in the group caught (Y/N)'s eye immediately: Alina Starkov. She was strong, fierce, and beautiful, with dull brown hair and striking brown eyes. (Y/N) admired her from afar, but didn't dare to approach her or the others.

One day, while Alina and her companions were out on a mission, (Y/N) stumbled upon Nikolai Lanstov, the young prince of Ravka. He had been traveling incognito, disguised as a commoner, and had also come across the group of soldiers.

Nikolai was immediately struck by (Y/N)'s beauty and charm, and they struck up a conversation. (Y/N) found herself drawn to Nikolai's wit and intelligence, and before she knew it, they were spending all their time together.

Meanwhile, Alina had noticed (Y/N) and had been observing her from a distance. She was intrigued by the young woman's confidence and strength, and couldn't help but feel drawn to her.

One day, (Y/N) and Nikolai decided to go for a walk in the woods together. They found a secluded spot by a waterfall and spent the afternoon there, talking and laughing. As the sun began to set, Nikolai leaned in and kissed (Y/N). She was surprised but pleased, and soon they were kissing passionately.

Unknown to them, Alina had been following them and had witnessed their embrace. She felt a pang of jealousy and confusion; she had never been attracted to a woman before, but there was something about (Y/N) that drew her in.

Over the next few days, (Y/N) and Nikolai continued to spend time together, and Alina found herself watching them more and more. She was struggling with her feelings, not knowing what to do or how to express them.

One night, while the three of them were sitting around the campfire, Alina finally mustered up the courage to speak. "(Y/N)," she said softly, "I don't know how to say this, but I'm attracted to you. I've never felt this way before, but there's something about you that makes my heart race."

(Y/N) was surprised but pleased, and she took Alina's hand. "I feel the same way," she said. "I've been drawn to you since the moment I saw you."

Nikolai watched them with interest, but he didn't feel any jealousy or resentment. He had always known that (Y/N) was a free spirit, and he was happy to see her exploring her feelings.

From that moment on, the three of them became inseparable. They fought together, laughed together, and loved together. They were an unconventional trio, but they made it work, and their bond grew stronger every day.

Eventually, they faced their greatest challenge yet: the Darkling and his army of nichevo'ya. It was a brutal battle, and the odds were against them. But with (Y/N)'s fighting skills, Alina's Grisha powers, and Nikolai's strategic mind, they were able to defeat the Darkling and save Ravka from destruction.

After the battle, they all lay exhausted and wounded on the ground, but they were happy and relieved. (Y/N) looked at Alina and Nikolai, her heart bursting with love for both of them. She knew that their future together would be uncertain and full of challenges, but she also knew that as long as they had each other nothing else mattered.

[fightingthetides]

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. (for Yamamoto)

[Original] ||Accepting|| @squaletta

At first, he didn’t believe it. With the many times Squaletta has ‘died’ and then ‘come back to life,’ Yamamoto had come to be in denial about her ‘death’ for at least a week before he’d inevitably be told that she’d been found, or that she’d finished being treated in secrecy.

There was a point where Yamamoto joked that Squaletta had mastered the Addio, and made it Varia-quality. Moretti was very convincing when he pretended to be dead, but Squaletta took it to a new level.

Each time she’d always come back without fail, like the terrifying predator of the ocean, laying deep beneath the depths that humans couldn’t comfortably dive into, she’d eventually resurface and rip into her prey.

That’s how it was supposed to be.

That’s how he thought it would be- that the next he heard her name, it would be: She’d come back from apparent death and had slain the person who’s been boasting about defeating her.

Was it the case this time around? No, no it wasn’t.

Lifting a glass of whiskey, he smells the scent of the intoxicating beverage as he up at the sky. The moon was high and bright, a shinning opposition to how he felt inside. They’d gotten official word that morning that they’d finally found Squaletta and she was in fact… deceased.

Reports detailed the likely chain of events, and it was clear that she didn’t go down without a fight. She fought tooth and nail until the very end, exhausting all options available to her to come out with her life.

It seemed that she left behind some clues for someone else to find to take on the mantle of getting revenge in her stead- which was the common theory. He didn’t think it was necessarily wrong to think such a way, but he believed that a big part of it was the fact that if someone was able to kill her, then they weren’t some pushover you could underestimate.

Information was paramount to having the upper hand, and she was trying to make use of her life by giving the others that were being left behind any information that they could use to keep themselves safer.

Loyal to the Vongola, but the Varia most of all, she’d be loathe to die without leaving behind something of use. The survival of the others should they also come face to face with the same enemy meant more than anything else in her final moments- that was his understanding of her, anyways.

He could be wrong about some parts… but… there was another thing he considered.

Swordsman to Swordswoman, you avenge your comrades and do so by the blade. That’s how she’d want it to be, he thought.

If the roles were reversed and he’d been the one to die, he was sure that she’d hunt down that son of a bitch herself and send him up promptly to give Yamamoto company in heaven- or hell, whichever. He pours the glass of whiskey onto the ground, belatedly wondering if this was going to hurt the grass. (Whoops)

“I’ll pour you a glass properly later” he murmurs under his breath.

He heads back inside, and grabs his Shigure Kintoki from its resting place on the mantle, he heads out the door. Grieving? There was no time for that. He had revenge to enact in her honor. Even after getting revenge, he wouldn’t have the time to grieve- he doesn’t think she’d want him to.

Instead, she’d probably nag at him to use his feelings of grief to instead further sharpen his blade, cut any and anyone who dare stand in your way!

She wouldn’t want him to grieve her death, but to honor it by honing his skills further so he wouldn’t besmirch the Vongola name. She’d probably like to watch over his battles anyways. He has to make sure to give her a fun show, right?

At the very least, any time there was a full moon, he can think of her and recount the battles he’d want to tell her about when its his time to pass as well. That will be his way of grieving.

That should be acceptable, right?

[wishing-stones]

How were the boys when they first met eachother? Did they argue/fight a lot or did they get along pretty quickly? :0

Everybody now!

(This ensemble cast is so big now wtf)

I'll try to go in chronological-ish order, because this is gonna be a big one. Buckle up.

The first two to meet were Nightmare and Killer. Nightmare found him in an empty AU, waiting for a reset that was never going to happen because the player gave up trying. (No more player, no more Frisk, no more fights, no more resets, everyone is dead For Good.) Killer was incredibly hostile at first and attacked Nightmare, but one does not simply attack a demigod with a knife and expect to win. Nightmare shut him down fast and after a very brief (and I do mean very) squabble, Nightmare pinned him down and offered him an escape. Killer listened and agreed, and thus Nightmare had the first of his underlings. They fought a lot at first, Nightmare had to work hard to earn Killer's respect and trust, but they warmed up to each other pretty quickly after that.

The next they med was Dust, who was in a similar situation to Killer-- empty AU, no more resets, stuck with nothing but dust and memories. He was a little less hostile to Nightmare, but agreed to his conditions as well and viewed him originally as a means to an end. Dust and Killer fought like cats and dogs. Every day for weeks on end. They eventually fought to the point of exhaustion and had no choice but to sit and talk because neither of them could move, and found themselves on very common ground. They were quick friends after that, and Nightmare was very thankful for it.

Then they picked up Axe, who also attacked Nightmare on sight. Nightmare got into his face fast and talked him down with promises of food and betterment. With little option to the contrary, Axe agreed and went back with him on the condition that he could return to his world when he needed to. He'd go along with it as long as it also took care of his brother. Nightmare agreed. When Axe met the other two, he originally got on better with Dust because Dust didn't suffer from Diarrhea of the Mouth like Killer did. Axe didn't talk a lot, either, but the longer he was there (and fed-- the first few weeks were an exercise in patience and unlearning resource guarding and feral behaviors) the more he warmed up to Killer as well.

For a very long time, it was just the three of them and Nightmare, so when Cross was brought in very suddenly, it upset the balance. Cross didn't like anyone from the jump, not even Nightmare, and it took a lot for him to begin to let people closer. Axe got through to him first, and then Dust did, but Killer... never really liked him, which was unfortunate, because the two of them made a phenomenal team when out in the field. Killer didn't really get over the chip on his shoulder until the events of R&R. He always felt like Cross viewed himself as above the rest of them, hoity-toity, and too full of himself. Cross though Killer viewed himself as the end-all-be-all to everything that Nightmare himself didn't need to get involved in, throwing his weight around unnecessarily just to piss him off.

Some of it was behind the scenes, but Baggs caused a huge upheaval in the balance of power when Nightmare brought him in. Though fairly passive and subtle, he worked his way fast into the ranks, cowing Dust and Cross into submission, and unnerving Axe enough that he took about the same seat in the pecking order. The only one he couldn't bully into cooperation was Killer, who was definitely unnerved by Baggs, but refused to let it show. No one trusted him for a while and maintained a professional relationship as patient-and-doctor for a while... ...But they started to get along better and eventually, the tension became less and less until there wasn't any need for pestering the others into doing what he wanted/maintaining his position of power.

(Since he's sort of involved, Error has met Killer, Dust, and Axe on various missions and detests them, would salt and burn the very ground Nightmare walks on [because Nightmare likes to try to find leverage against him to get him onto his side for good] and met Cross when he went to clean up the old, abandoned AU. Nightmare spared Cross from that fate, but Error still got to his AU. Hasn't met Baggs yet-- that should be fun.)

Everyone gets along pretty well with Nightmare, some more as friends than as a working relationship. Nightmare would never admit it, but he sees them in a very familial light.

I'll leave out the Star Sanses for now because this is already long, but they have varying relationships with all of them. Blue gets on the best with them, Ink is tolerable at the best of times, and Dream often sticks his (proverbial) nose where it isn't wanted too often.