#they’re eepy!!! they’ve been running around!!

[withdenim]

Lullaby <3

[twink-between-worlds]

rainflower chapter 2

ough...eepy....

the trouble trio get established

ao3 link; x

Wild let out an annoyed little sigh, walking along the path with the rest of the group.

Flower was off in front, having come out of their shell the past few hours and excitedly talking to Four and Wind about…whatever it is that kids talk about. It’s nice to see the kid being expressive—the last few hours, since Wild found them, they’d been shy, mostly hiding in Wild and trying to avoid others. It’s nice that they’re trying now.

“I need to get them a weapon,”Wild groaned, annoyed at the realisation. “I don’t even think they know how to use one,”That’s going to be a problem, for sure.

“You’re bringing your kid with you?”Warriors raised a brow.

“No. I want to leave them here, but…it’s still dangerous here, y’know? I want them to be prepared so they can defend themselves without me here.”

Twilight hummed, nodding along.

“Yeah, that makes sense. Even if it’s just a wooden sword for now, hm?”

“We don’t know when the next portal will open.”Warriors hummed. “We should work on arming them as soon as possible then, hm?”

“Top priority.”Twilight agreed.

Wild nodded, still watching Flower from a distance. “How old are those two? The ones with Flower?”

“Wind’s 14,”Warriors hums out. “Not sure about Four, though. Never said. We think they’re, like, 15 or something though.”

“What bout Flower?”Twilight asks, and Wild shrugs.

“They don’t remember. They look young, though. Can’t—can’t be older than 10, with how small they are.”

The two nod along, seemingly just as worried about the child’s amnesia as Wild himself is.

“Wild!”Flower yells over, smiling brightly. “Foursey says he’s a blacksmith! That’s cool!”They giggle, then; “Do you know what a blacksmith is?”

“Uh. I know I’m their worst nightmare?”He offers. “I don’t remember what a blacksmith is either.”

“I make swords,”Four clarifies, for both of them. “And knives. I can fix them up, too. I can just, generally, make a lot of things out of metal.”

“Woahhh,”Flower stares at Four with pure awe in their eyes, and Wild watches as Four pretends not to be flattered by it.

“Here,”Four decides, pulling a knife seemingly out of nowhere. (Wild would later learn that Four has about a dozen knives on their person at all times, and that when Four says they have a trick up their sleeve, they really mean they have a knife.)

“You can keep it if you want.”They clarify, handing the small knife to Flower. It’s not too daunting like a sword would be. It’s small enough to be hidden, and sharp enough to pose a threat.

“Look, look, it’s got a flower on it!”Flower giggles happily. “I like it a lot.”

“That sorts my problem out,”Wild mumbles under his breath, then whistles. “Be careful with it, okay?”

“I will!”And then they tuck it into their sleeve as Four tells them, and runs off with the smithy again.

Well. At least the kid’s good at making friends… How could their family abandon them in that cave? It makes Wild feel sick.

“Wind is gonna have a field day with this kid,”Warriors sighs with a shake of his head. “Gonna teach them how to steal or something.”

“Oh. Handy skill,”Wild hums, chooses to ignore the looks he gets for the comment.

They walk for a while. Wild shows them around the general area, and then they have to go and find the trouble trio, as Wild has started to call them.

Flower, Four and Wind are almost inseparable. They stick close, and run off a lot. It wouldn’t be so bad if Wild didn’t know the dangers of this area.

“Okay—where could they have gone now?”Sky wheezes, catching his breath. They’ve been looking around for a while, to the point the group split up just to find the three.

“I don’t—”Wild takes a breath. “I don’t know. Flower doesn’t know the area.”

Sky sighs. He sounds disappointed, and Wild can’t blame him.

“Ready to keep going?”He asks after a while, watching Sky with concern.

“Mhm!”The chosen hero smiles bright and stands up straight.

They find the trio standing in the middle of the woods, having a very intense staring contest with a strange looking black portal. …wait. Black portal?

“What the hell is that?”Wild frowns, turning to the other.

Sky looks a little sheepish. “That…is the way we’ve been travelling between the timeline! Um…guys! Back up a little bit?”He yells, stepping closer.

Flower turns to look at them.

They’re holding Four’s hand tight, not seeming to be keen on the idea of letting go.

“Get the others,”Four states bluntly, keeping a hold of Flower’s hand. Wild can’t tell who’s being comforted by the action.

“Where’s Wolfie when you need him?”Wind complains, dramatically crossing his arms and jutting his bottom lip out into a pout. It turns into a grin when Flower laughs at the action.

“I can find the others. Sky, can you..?”

“I’ll stay with them,”Sky nods quickly and lets Wild run off.

He turns to look at the three, and lets out a sigh as he wanders closer to them. “Why’d you three run off, then?”

“We were exploring,”Four informs with a loose shrug. “We were being careful. Then we came across this and didn’t know what to do, and then you and Wild showed up.”

Wind nods along. “We were tellin Flower about our adventures, too!”

“They’re really cool,,”They mumble, leaning against Four. Four seems to welcome it. Sky thinks its sweet.

It takes Wild another long while for him to gather the others and bring them to the portal. “Sorry, that took forever.”He hums once they get back.

Flower doesn’t make a beeline for him this time. Instead; “This thingy makes me feel weird. What is it?”

“Oh…the portal? We’re not sure what it is. Or where, exactly, it goes.”

“Woah…”Flower mumbles, and stares at the portal with curiosity. Wild does not like that.

“Hey, Flower,”Wild walks closer and kneels down. “I have to go with them now, okay? Do you know the way back to Hateno?”

They look confused, and then hurt. “You’re leaving me..?” Shit. Shit, they look like they’re about to cry.

“Uhhhhh, only—only for a little while!”He panics, trying to calm the child down. “I won’t be gone for long.”

“But—”Flower sniffles. “You said you’d help me. How can you help if you’re not—if you’re not here? I dunno anyone here..”

“You know Zelda?”Wild offers. Please let this convince him.

“I don’t like her,”They mumble, quiet. “I want to stay with you.”

“It’s—It’s dangerous, Flower..” Flower deflates. Doesn’t argue it again. Wild hates it, just a bit. They look so dejected.

It seems to be them agreeing to stay, though. He pats them on the head as he stands back up.

“Follow the path, okay? It’ll take you back.”He sighs, facing the portal again. Man, this thing is creepy, but he watches Time go through it and follows.

He really, really, should have waited and went through last. And also, Four and Wind are assholes.

[tteokdoroki]

Sits across from you, one leg folded over the other, tell me about these blue lock boys as vampires…

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, sfw, vampires, descriptions of blood, blood drinking, hunting, manipulation kinda, perhaps kidnapping, gn!reader — not beta read !

⭑ notes — i want to say more but im eepy!! so let me know if you like this…perhaps i will elaborate or make it a thing hehe.

now ok i havent got this entirely fleshed out or whatever but … the blue lock boys as a sort of vampire hoard. like they live together and have been for centuries in a way to protect themselves from humans in modern times. they move and act as a group — going out on group hunts together for animal blood even though it doesn’t suffice.

of course they’re always fighting, who gets to drink what and for how long (rin and shidou are always top contenders for this, bachira too). who’s being reckless with their hunts (kunigami hates when they don’t hunt in an orderly fashion so they don’t get caught) who hasn’t actually been out hunting (definitely chigiri and nagi, they’re too lazy or too pretty)

the forests are running dry and people are starting to catch on the boys never age, they’re suspiciously pale, way too fast to be normal and so they’re forced to uproot their little clan to a new town, new aliases, new blood.

and that’s when you come in, isagi stumbling upon the trace of your pulse one night when hunting through the forest. you’ve heard the rumours, the ethereal group of men living hidden amongst the trees — who look like they’ve seen more of life than what they show. you’re so foolish to have gone looking for them. you should have stayed home.

the weather picks up, the clouds turn a brutish shade of grey and throw down their tears, chills run rampant up and down your body…not just because of the cold and something tells you to run. but a stranger appears in the distance, who looks gentle and kind. he asks if you’re lost, if you need somewhere warm to stay and for some reason you find yourself entranced by the velvet tones in his voice and his youthful, handsome face.

you poor thing.

little do you know, it’s isagi - from a pack of starving vampires who charms you into their hold. with his boyish persona and bright blue eyes. he’s dangerous, but oh you, silly little human you — you don’t know that yet. he’s not being kind, he’s after the thick, viscous crimson inside of you that calls to him like the scent of a hearty stew. you’ll make a fine little blood bank for the hoard of vampires back home. that’s if isagi feels like sharing.

it’s late and the weather’s, he tells you, you should come stay at the manor for the night. he’ll keep you safe. little do you know that he’s had his eye on your carotid artery for the longest time, he can ear every droplet of blush pulsing through your veins and rising to the surface as he flusters you. the way he touches you around the waist is not out of kindness, it’s to make sure other vampires in the area know that you’re claimed prey.

isagi’s home is both magnificent and creepy — it’s very foundations intertwined with strong ivory, granite gargoyles and dusted with fallen leaves. it’s too large for him to live in alone, no wonder he offered you a place to stay. it must get lonely, scary living in a place that looks like it’s straight from a horror movie.

you don’t feel right when you enter the manor, it’s dark. there’s no light. you feel off.

the floorboards creek with heavy steps, voices of all octaves that sound hungry bounce off of the walls and they only seem to get louder when a hot flash of fear spreads through you and your pulse quickens. you try to run but there they are… a man in every corner. a man too beautiful to be alive.

then, multiple pairs of cruel red eyes appear from the darkness, accompanied by sick laughter and the figures of men slink out of the shadows. you realise then that isagi is not who you think and nor are his friends. for when you run to escape, he speedily blocks you at the door with eyes as rich as the blood in your veins and a toothy smirk, showing off his pointed fangs. looking down at you as if you’re nothing but a meal.

he tilts your chin up to face him, tender as if he can’t rip out your throat at any moment.

“i’m sorry little blood bank but i can’t let you leave. i’ve captured the perfect prey, so i think that makes you ours now.”

[gayphob1a]

STWG Daily Drabble 2/16/24

Prompt: napping

this very nearly gets spicy but Eddie is just an eepy guy, anyway warning for a glimpse of daddy and breeding kink

“Where is she?” Eddie says, bursting through the door like a madman, crouching down with arms outstretched for his mini-me.

“‘Hi sweetheart, I can’t believe I’ve been gone for a week, I missed you so much,’” Steve mutters from the couch. He pushes his book aside and sends Eddie his best attempt at a withering glare over his glasses, but that look lost all its heat in ‘86 when Steve used it enough to last a lifetime, dragging Eddie’s ass through physical therapy.

Eddie’s smile warms as he drops down on the couch next to his heart, pulling him into the embrace they’ve both been missing like a lost limb.

“Hi sweetheart,” he says, pushing Steve’s bangs away from his forehead so he can leave a kiss right between his eyes. “I can’t believe I’ve been gone for a week. I missed you so much.” He says it so earnestly, it hurts, and Steve melts into him, holding on to Eddie like a lifeline.

“She’s napping,” Steve whispers from the space he’s built himself in the crook of Eddie’s neck, his home. “Just went down, so, we’ve got a couple hours.”

“Oh? And was there potentially something you wanted to do with that time?”

Steve blushes, and Eddie is hit with the thought that it is really such a treat that after years of fighting and recovery, fighting again, but this time just to find a place in the world, and now a 3 year old who has made all the pain worth it in the end, Steve still gets a little shy asking for what he wants.

“I just thought, well maybe if we try really hard… I know we never got it to stick, but I think we could try again.”

Eddie can feel his grin bordering on manic. “Oh, sweetheart. You want to be good for me? Let daddy make you feel good and fill you up, see if we can’t put a baby in you this time?”

“Yes! Please, daddy, can we?”

“Well since you asked so nicely, baby.”

Eddie stands without releasing his hold on Steve’s waist. Steve has to jump up a bit to wrap his legs around Eddie’s waist, nearly knocking his forehead into Eddie’s nose in the process, but for all the awkward limbs and narrowly avoided bloody noses, they’re laughing through it all the same, just happy to be back in each other's arms.

In their bedroom, thankfully soundproofed so they don’t wake the child, Eddie drops Steve onto the mattress with a heavy thud. He takes his time crawling up his partner’s picturesque physique, softened by fatherhood, but no less beautiful, lavishing attention at every spot of soft skin he can get his mouth on.

Until he reaches his neck and slows down to kiss and nip, leaving marks much lighter than they once used to claim each other with. Steve is a teacher now, and Eddie couldn’t be more proud, if only a little disappointed that he has to make sure any marks he leaves are coverable by his shirt or at least concealer now. It’s in the warmth and safety of Steve’s pulse, thrumming hard in his neck, that the exhaustion of the day hits Eddie all at once. He’s been traveling home from meetings with his publishing company, followed by two days of panels at San Diego Comic-Con since late last night, catching a red eye in the hopes of making it home for breakfast with Little One, just to stumble into his flight having been detoured, a four hour layover and a connecting flight nearly doubling his travel time.

“Eddie?” Steve asks softly. Eddie doesn’t stir, just huffs soft breaths into his skin.

Steve smiles fondly, wills his boner to calm the fuck down and pulls the blankets up around them. A nap it is, then.

Later, when Little One has decided sleep is for the weak, she’ll run into their bedroom, screaming in excitement at Eddie’s return. Steve will watch in loving exasperation as Eddie scoops her up and returns her excitement tenfold, before going to make second breakfast for his little hobbit, since he missed the first.

[yeahgen]

℧ let's see what chaos comes from this

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Yagen Toushirou and Yamato Hotsuin pretend to be in a relationship for the purpose of an undercover mission.

“Dye your hair.”

‘I’d rather not.’

Two pairs of lavender irises stare each other down in the closed quarters of the Bureau Chief’s office in Spirale City Hall. Yagen Toushirou sits in a chair with legs crossed, his gloved hands folded neatly in his lap. Yamato Hotsuin towers over him from across his desk, his neutral features drawn into the slightest hint of a frown. In the end, it’s the tantou who speaks first.

‘Our eyes look similar enough already.’

‘You can attribute differences in hair color to a homozygous recessive genotype from our parents’ genetic makeup.’

His partner isn’t pleased. “Too much unnecessary explanation.”

‘Or you could dye your hair.’ Yagen shrugs. ‘Alternatively, I crossdress as your girlfriend. I have a brother who’s into cute clothes, so I’m not completely clueless when it comes to female fashion.’

That idea seems to repel the teen even more. He gives Yagen one last, long look before muttering a compromise. “Get rid of the glasses and meet me tomorrow at 10. I’ll have someone send you the appropriate materials and wardrobe.”

Yagen bites back the urge to say yes, General as he watches the taller boy sweep out of the room.

–

Adjusting his scarf, the bright-eyed boy dives off the bus and into the chilly autumn streets of Little Tokyo. His sneakers have hardly hit the pavement before he’s pulling out his smartphone and swiping to accept a call.

‘Hello? Oh, morning, Yama-nii.’

‘I just got off the bus, where are you?’

There’s silence on the other end before a cool voice crackles back, “Yama-nii?”

Yagen casually scratches the back of his head before his shoulders shrug easily. “Niisama’s too formal when I’m used to something shorter.”

“You’re stretching the parameters of the mission already, otouto,” the voice replies tersely.

‘I’m supposed to be entering my rebellious age,’ Yagen says smoothly back. ‘This is normal. You can’t do everything by the books, chief.’

He seems to have hit a sore spot, because the next thing Yamato does is to bark at him to hurry up. Yagen grins to himself and starts running to the rendezvous point. Today’s mission is simple: pose as regular visitors to Little Tokyo and track down agents of a human trafficking and drug smuggling organization with connections to Golden Ward’s Crimson Lane. Yamato was to play the rich addict on a hunt for his next fix; Yagen as his younger brother and medical consultant who could identify the authenticity of the drugs. 

He meets his ‘older brother’ leaning against the corner of a building with his hands in his pockets, dressed in an expensive looking jacket and fine silk shirt. The only difference about him is his face—someone’s done some makeup to make him seem paler, the cheeks more sallow. There are even darker circles beneath his eyes that stand out in ghastly contrast to his pale hair.

‘You look convincingly dead today,’ Yagen observes as he watches the light-colored strands fall limply around Yamato’s face.

“You’re a minute late,” Yamato says instead, and pushes himself off the wall to start walking. Yagen tilts his head to the side before following docilely in his wake. He’s dealt with bigger head cases at the citadel.

–

“Is this it?”

‘Give me a moment.’

Yamato’s looming again, his tall slender form casting shadows over the smaller sword crouched over his bookbag on the ground. The narrow alleyway’s been turned into a makeshift laboratory as he dilutes a portion of white powder into various liquids from his portable chemistry kit. Behind them lie two men, tied up together and out cold. Next to them is a younger girl lying unconscious against the ground. It was easy enough for Yagen to scout out the targets, take them into custody, and have Yamato interrogate them while he stole their goods for themselves.

Yagen waits exactly three minutes before the solution changes color and starts to bubble, then looks up with a nod.

‘All cleared. They’ve got the real thing.’

A sliver of triumph leaks into Yamato’s eyes before he whips out his cellphone to call for backup. Meanwhile, Yagen cleans up the rest of the samples and packs away his kit. ‘Where to next?’

“Schooling District,” Yamato replies promptly.

Yagen arches an eyebrow. ‘There aren’t any schools there.’ Yet.

“That’s why it’s the usual place to host the deals,” his elder explains. “It’s far enough from prying eyes but still close to the city districts.”

‘Alright,’ Yagen agrees easily. ‘What do I have to do?’

–

‘Hey, Yama-nii!’

‘Who are these friends you’re taking me to meet?’

He’s holding Yamato’s hand with his own and swinging their arms together as he skips past the deserted buildings. There’s a spring in his step and a smile on his face, and his voice is loud and childish.

He. Also. Feels. Like. An. Idiot.

‘You want me to what?’

“Act like a child. Be noisy, attract attention.”

‘…I’m an adult. I’m not going to–’

“We don’t need more than one ‘adult’ on this mission.”

‘Then what’s your role?’

“The heartless older brother who’d sell his own otouto to dealers to pay for his fix.”

‘That sounds like something you stole from a book.”

“Movie.”

‘What?’

“I borrowed the idea from a movie. A modern melodrama set in a city like this one.”

‘…this is ridiculous. Why do I–’

“You’re there to get them off guard. Neither they or you should know what I’m planning until I say it out loud.”

‘Why don’t I just snipe them from the sidelines?’

“Because I need you to lead us to their base, and we’re part of the police. Any more ambushes and you’ll have enough paperwork to fill out for the rest of the week.”

‘Are you running a police station or a miniature version of your personal Hell?’

“Don’t go off on tangents. How well can you act?”

–

Only middling, as it turns out.

“…hey, is that kid just crying or snickering at us?” Dealer A asked his buddy, Trafficker B.

“Who?”

“The black haired one. Short, slim, pretty face.”

Trafficker B looks back to Yagen, who’s trembling with his face buried in his knees in a corner of the truck. “Idiot, can’t you tell? He’s shaking from fright.”

“Looks too old to be crying at his age.”

“Well, it’s not every day your brother abandons you for a quick fix. Saw him slap the kid straight into our arms.”

“Harsh.”

“Aye.” And the man slides the truck door shut, leaving Yagen alone in the darkness.

He is trying very, very hard not to imagine stabbing Yamato the next time they meet. If there’s any reason to tremble, it’s from indignation. Currently, he’s texting the teen via a messenger discreetly installed into his wristwatch.

[13:09:14] 薬研: did u have to punch me in the face[13:10:03] 薬研: pretty sure my jaw would’ve cracked [13:11:32] 大和: I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have hired you.[13:12:03] 大和: If you were that fragile.[13:13:56] 薬研: whatever. are u trackng me?[13:14:26] 大和: Yes, we’ve got you going towards a sea side location in Golden.[13:15:34] 大和: You should be there in an hour. As will us. [13:15:56] 大和:  Until then, be on standby mode for our retrieval team.

(Five minute silence)

[13:20:56] 大和: Yagen, do you copy?[13:21:46] 大和: Please respond if you do.[13:23:54] 薬研: c vvv[13:24:54] 薬研: co py[13:25:14] 薬研: sory dozed off for a bit[13:25:56] 薬研: must be t h edrugs, they doesd me with smt[13:26:28] 大和: I can tell from your decreased spelling skills.[13:26:46] 大和: I thought your types weren’t affected by that?[13:27:08] 薬研: it s.’ dyffernt[13:27:39] 大和: How so?  

(Three minute silence)

[13:30:08] 大和: How so, Yagen?[13:32:58] 薬研: hrd too  t h[13:33:03] 薬研: innnk kk. L  ink things[13:33:28] 薬研: to Gt her.[13:34:59] 大和: Can you hold out for an hour?

(Two minute silence)

[13:37:01] 大和: I repeat, can you hold out for an hour, Yagen?[13:38:27] 薬研: s lep. sl eepy.[13:38:39] 薬研: g  t;,[13:39:31] 薬研: gGe t mesoon.[13:39:41] 大和: Yagen, give us a clear update on your status.[13:40:51] 大和: Yagen.[13:46:11] 大和: Yagen!

(10 minute silence)

Yamato sets his phone on the table and turns to his second command.

“Get a medical team ready on standby near the pier,” he barks orders. “Have them prepared to examine our agent as soon as we extract him.”

–

The mission is a success. Yamato personally leads the team that breaks into the warehouse and apprehends the network of underground agents in charge of running a significant section of Golden’s criminal underbelly. They even manage to nab a couple of minor bosses.

Everything goes smoothly until the last minute when someone lobs a hand grenade. Just as quickly, Yamato leaps into the air and kicks it outside the windows, where it explodes against a truck parked next to the building instead. 

And then he remembers.

“Bureau Chief, Agent Yagen’s still in the truck!”

Yamato only hesitates for a second. Then he’s running out of the building and towards the flaming vehicle now lying on its side. He’s not sure what half potent Anti-Most can do against fire, but it’s probably better defense than most of his men. The first thing he finds when he breaks though the loading door is the slight figure slumped unconsciously in a corner. 

Yamato is quick: go in, pick up, go out. Once they’re past the smoke and flames, he feels a hand reach up to grab his arm.

‘Put me down, Ichinii…’

‘I can…walk by myself…’

He seems fine. Yamato releases the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and debates on whether to wake up the sword now. Then he sees his men staring at them both as his mood sours.

He can do all the paperwork for this instead.

He’s cheered by the thought as he hands Yagen over to the medical team.