#which is to say. it'll do something eventually but not quite yet.

[dragonfruitflamb3]

Didn't follow the idea exactly buuuuuuuut I DID use it as the inspiration to finally help me start getting out of my writing slump!!!! So that's a BIG plus!!!!!!

It's about 1,600 words and very fluffy ^v^ minor mental struggles for Siffrin, but I can't just write and NOT have the sprinkled seasonings of angst in there sorry

I didn't know how to start it so no context sorry they're just chilling in bed together :P

You lay there, among the palace of pillows and blankets, ignoring them all in favor of focusing on trying not to focus on the warmth from the human equivalent of the sun behind you.

Yes, he's cheerful and bright and handsome, but you're more talking about how he actually radiates heat to the point it's making you a little sweaty. You aren't sure how uncomfortable you should feel and want (maybe even need?) to start focusing on something else.

You steel yourself, using the same resolve you used to face the king again and again, before slowly wrapping your fingers around his wrist, picking his hand up from your side, pushing your thumb against his palm…

You bring Isabeau's hand up near your face and press one of his fingertips against your lips.

You hear him squeak quietly behind you. You feel your heart skip slightly, ashamed of the feeling and ashamed of how you enjoy it.

You then kiss his middle finger, then the ring finger, then place a gentle little peck onto his pinkie. He almost sounds like he's going to explode as his arms go limp, one under your head and the other still partway resting across your torso.

You don't know if that's a good sign. You aren't used to this.

“I'll stop.” You blurt out, pulling his hand away from your mouth. It takes a moment before Isa finds his voice.

“No, it's o… okay.”

You can hear the flustered smile in his voice. The shame that blistered in your heart feels slightly soothed by… something.

You aren't sure whether it would be called pride, joy, or something else entirely. You don't know how to act in these sorts of situations!

You hum. Isa sighs quietly and moves his hand further away from your face. You don't protest against it, despite wanting to.

Should you feel bad for this? Should you listen to the little voice saying that you're disgusting for treating him like this? For wanting to treat him like this?

Time and time again, Isa has made it clear he likes you, that he somehow loves you, even. You think you've made it clear you feel more or less the same, in one way or another.

You're just. Afraid.

You don't want to repeat your past mistakes from the loops.

Your disgusting, disgusting mistakes.

Ah, wait. You know Isa reads all those romance novels, the same ones Mira reads. He enjoys those.

Aren't they filled with mushy gushy cuddle moments? You wouldn't know. You don't read them.

But! But, but, but don't give up hope yet, you've heard about them, heard plot summaries and exerts, from your dear Mirabelle.

(To be fair, she's told about maybe 2 stories, and one of them the main character bonded with a monster but you can work with that! You guess.)

…

“..Isa?” You tilt your head slightly as you ask, trying to look behind you. The Fighter perks up. His cheeks are dark with the shade threatening to spread to his ears.

“...Yes, Siff?” He whispers.

You bite down on the inside of your cheek, fighting back a laugh.

The way he said your name makes you think he's already imagining flower petals around you.

Now, think, Siffrin, think.

What happened in those romance stories? What did the monster do that the human enjoyed??

You roll over, facing Isa now as you lay beside each other. The not-scarred side of your face sinks into the pillow as you force yourself to continue breathing steady.

Right. Okay. This is fine, this is great!

…Wow.

Isa’s face is really dark right now. You smile softly, watching how he shakily returns a grin.

You have to look away, worried your heart might explode or something stupid like that.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, ignoring the way your brains screams for silence.

Isa blinks in surprise, his lips cracking into a wide smile before fading into a concerned line.

Wait what. No that's. That's not the good response no no no-

“Do you… want to?” His voice is soft and his question is genuine. “I don't mind either way! But, it's…”

He trails off and lifts his hand, slowly, to graze his fingers against your cheek, making it very apparent that he's going to touch. You're grateful for the silent warning and find no need to flinch.

“Why would I not want to?”

You ask as you hide your working eye in the pillow. The darkness is more comfortable than looking at Isa’s expression, even if he's not mad at you.

He sighs quietly, moving his hand away from your cheek.

Ah. You find that makes you a little sad.

“Even if you don't want to… talk about it, it's kind of obvious how you've been avoiding certain… things.” He mumbles, you can hear how he's talking out of the corner of his mouth.

You lift your head and prop yourself up by your elbow, looking over at Isa and finally seeing how he's looking away from you.

He looks conflicted. Stars, he looks like he's about to bite off his own tongue. You really don't want that.

“Can. I. kiss you?” you repeat, more steady this time. Isa lets out an embarrassed chuckle and looks back up at you.

“You can. I think I'd enjoy it.” He grins, and it reminds you of the face he made right after the loops ended. It was when you told him you kissed him once during the loops, and he, bafflingly, suggested you “practice” kissing so you'd get better at it.

You blink and pinch the sheet between your fingers. You had forgotten about that. You're annoyed you need to keep being reminded that you aren't as disgusting as you think.

….you might still be a little bit rotten, but at least Isa doesn't hate you.

You take a deep breath in. Then let it out.

You move a hand to his cheek, bringing yourself closer. He closes his eyes as you lean in, his face just going darker.

And then you chicken out.

You kiss his cheek as your heart almost explodes in your chest. Oh, stars, oh stars! That might've been too much for you. Oh wow, how sweet it was but it makes your mind buzz with everything in existence.

You hear Isa laugh. His warm, bright and slightly cracked laugh. You adore the way it sounds like thunder on a cold day, you know that a comfortable storm will follow and keep you safe inside.

Ahh but that's almost too much for you to handle right now, so you lean back and hide your face behind your hands.

He follows you for a moment, leaning closer, before staying where he is and settling on laughing at you still. You don't know if he's actually laughing at you, but you wouldn't mind if he was. You're just too… “Flustered” might be the nice word here. “Scared” might be the correct one.

“I'm not comparing at all, but I thought you meant you'd kiss me on the lips..?” His voice is riddled with bubbles and soft shades. Stars, you're worried you disappointed him.

You try to say something. It comes out as a muffled grunt as you reach for his hand again, bringing it close to your face. You are really just driving yourself insane today, huh?

Because then you kiss the palm of his hand. Quick, gentle, barely a peck, but it does the job. Isa sputters again, he laughs again, and you feel overwhelmed with it all.

You want to keep going, to keep making your friend giggle and flush and lean closer to you, but it genuinely might be too much for now. You take a deep breath in, then let it out. It's wonderful.

You smile up at him, not sure what to expect from it yet feeling wild for it anyway. Isa is smiling down at you, his face so, so dark. It's as funny as it is adorable. If you're being honest, he might be as overwhelmed by this as you are.

You sigh out a chuckle, letting go of Isa’s wrist and looking away. You hear him sigh as well and feel his hand move to your shoulder.

“You… feeling any bet…ter?” He mumbles, smile apparent in his voice.

“I'm great.” You say. The build up already starts. Isa perks up. “You could even say I'm…”

He expectantly takes a breath in.

“Feeling im-peck-able.” You grin as you look back at him. Sure, it wasn't your strongest pun, but you're too frazzled and brain melted to think of anything better.

Isabeau laughs nonetheless, his shoulders shaking as he leans back away from you. It's comfortable and warm, you're considering leaning in closer to him.

And so you do. You can't help it this time and the bubbly little voice in your head wins.

You snuggle up against him and put your head on his chest, and while it doesn't quite cause a full malfunction, Isa does pause before wrapping around you tight. He squeezes a sigh out of you that turns up into somewhat of a laugh/yelp/bark- something. And embarrassing noise that you just ignore as you feel every part of the Fighter burn warmer. He loosens his grip slightly and the two of you lay in silent for the long moments that follow.

Isafrin hc for ya:

Siffrin isn't comfortable with kissing Isa months after the loops, at least directly on the lips, i think eventually they could be comfortable but i think it would be cute what the build up to that would look like. Hand holding to little bit of cuddling, hugging to sleeping close together (spooning vry much included), the first hints of kissing start with Siffrin kissing Isa's knuckles, his hand, his palm, his arm, up and up to his neck, his jawline, his flushed cheeks (they really like kissing his cheeks), his nose... forehead... and maybe then... his lips.

[terresdebrume]

I've written a couple of scenes of Charles' having an emotional breakdown and Edwin comforting him, I felt is was time for the reverse. Set in the I'm down on my knees universe at like. Some point, IG.

Warning for mentions of racist behavior throughout and also implied ableism via the Paynes vs Edwin. Hurt comfort. Sorta.

Edwin's fists start mashing together the second his hands come off the steering wheel, which Charles knows very well is the the top one sign of a stress spiral. It's pretty much the default position for Edwin's hands whenever they go to a social thing he hasn't got the hang on yet, and the morning before all his business law exams. It feels wrong to see them like that now, sitting in front of a rustic looking restaurant where his parents are waiting for them.

"We can still leave you know," he tells Edwin. "Tell them I tested positive for COVID and you don't want to risk giving it to them or something."

Edwin doesn't quite laugh, but the corners of his mouth lift up, and the creak of his leather driving gloves subsides for a moment. He makes a face like when he's trying to figure out how to say something he's not sure how to handle. Charles, one hand on his still buckled seatbelt and the other on the door handle, waits him out. Eventually, Edwin speaks.

"I should have said earlier," he says, sounding for all the world like the words are taffy stuck in his teeth, "but my parents are sort of... Well. They have a certain idea of how the world should work and be divided—"

"Yeah, I figured," Charles says. He grins when Edwin blinks at him. "Everyone else, when we've got plans, you say shit like 'Oh, Charles is making curry tonight'—"

"I do not sound like that," Edwin protests, but Charles snorts.

"You sound exactly like that, you big toff," he says, grin widening despite himself.

Edwin rolls his eyes and calls him ridiculous, fists softening against one another. Grinning to the point his cheeks ache, Charles gives Edwin's knee a light knock with his knuckles. It makes Edwin click his tongue, but Charles doesn't lose his smile.

"My point is, with you're parents it's always like 'Charles is making dinner' and stuff. Like you're playing the pronouns game with food."

Charles suppresses a wince when. Edwin's eyes widen and his fists tighten together again, like tectonic plates gearing up for an earthquake. Of course Edwin was going to take it the wrong way. Charles should have bloody well known better.

"I'm sorry," Edwin says, I didn't mean to—"

"It's fine," Charles shrugs. "I mean they know what I look like, right?"

"Yes!" Edwin promises, hands so tight together it looks like they're going to merge. "Of course. I made sure they couldn't pretend they'd misunderstood, too, I just—"

"Then I'm fine," Charles says, making sure his smile looks easier than it feels. "I was friends with racist gits for years, I can handle your parents for an hour."

Plus, they'll be in public. What are the Paynes gonna do, try to make him join the staff? Calling him the P slur over dessert? They might think it but Charles suspects they're too interested in seeming proper to be that crassly racist where they can be heard. Probably they'll just make some noise about certain types of people and NHS fraud and jobs being stolen away from the homeless people they have no intention to help. Maybe something about Islam—there people tend to assume Charles is a Muslim a lot. He chalks it up to two birds one stone mentality, and the appeal of unlocking two rants over a single guy.

"Alright," Edwin says, looking relieved but not guilt free yet. "But if you wish to leave early, please pretend you just remembered a favour you promised Jenny, will you? I will drive us back immediately."

"Sure, I'll do that," Charles promises. He genuinely doesn't think it'll be that bad, but if he's wrong he'll be glad have the out anyway.

Reassured, Edwin takes a deep breath, and nods, and in they go. Everything is very posh in that very 'bling is for lesser people' kind of way. The menu predictably shows no prices. Edwin's parents make the usual thinly veiled remarks about Charles and Indians and brown people in general, and it's not the most comfortable but Charles could deal with it if not for the Issue.

It starts when they approach the table, Edwin's parents standing next to it with spines so straight Charles half worries he's hunched down again. Edwin places his hands in his mother's to kiss the air around each of her cheek, but then when he goes to press his fists together again, she takes his wrists and pulls his hands apart. Charles's entire back goes rigid at the sight, but he manages to push it aside and smile as he extends a hand for Mrs. Payne to shake. He said he'd do his best to make the dinner a success, and he meant it.

They sit down, Edwin and Charles on one side of the rectangular table, Edwin's parents on the other. Edwin's hands are very flat on the white tablecloth, gloves pulled away and fingers carefully aligned together. They stay there while Edwin answers increasingly invasive questions about his studies and his life, but they drift together again when the Paynes' attention turns to Charles.

"Stop that," Mr. Payne says with a stern look, cutting himself off in the middle of a sanctimonious explanation of why Charles is not being ambitious enough in life.

It's such a complete contrast to the polite, vaguely affable air he took one when speaking to Charles, and he goes back to it so quickly, Charles barely has time to react. The only thing he can think of is to press his knee against Edwin's in comfort. He should have thought of a signal for Edwin, too. Or at least asked if he wanted one.

The entree's arrival provokes some surprised praise over how their brown waiter is surprisingly well trained and articulate, and Charles takes it in stride. They're not actually saying anything to the waiter, and when they do speak he's out of earshot. He's had worse, and Edwin doesn't quite seem to be ready to throw the towel in, so he'll stick it out a bit longer. Even if Edwin's going pinker and pinker with every minute that passes.

They're about halfway through their main dishes and another rant from Mr. Payne—augmented by his wife's approving noise and not much else, Edwin having fallen silent somewhere around the time his gaspacho touched the table. Charles hates to see him like this: Edwin has always had a big personality, a larger than average presence in any room. He should be leading the conversation, or at least insisting on being heard through it, not looking down at the tablecloth with his mouth shut.

Charles is halfway through opening his mouth to pretend Jenny just texted him about plumbing issues, when Edwin's dad speaks again. He has the kind of articulation they promote on the BBC, yet Charles doesn't register any of what he says, only the fact that Edwin's fists fly together without him even noticing, and then Mr. Payne's hand darts from the other side of the table to slap Edwin's closed hands.

Now, see, the thing about Charles, is he's got excellent reflexes. Between dodging his dad's many and varied projectiles over the years, a decade of cricket, and countless hours of playing shooting games, he's pretty much primed for it. Add to that the fact that he's been getting angrier and angrier on Edwin's behalf throughout the meal, and really Charles doesn't think he can be blamed for dropping his knife, reaching out, and slapping Mr. Payne's hands.

"How dare you?" The man hisses in the deadly silence that falls over the room after the exchange.

The whole restaurant seems to hold its breath, the way Charles and mum used to do whenever dad stopped and asked 'What did you just say?'. In the corner of Charles' vision, Edwin's mouth hangs partially open in shock even as Charles hisses:

"How dare you?"

"The way I discipline my son," Mr. Payne starts, and Charles snarls.

"Your son is twenty-five," he says raising his voice on purpose. "You don't get to treat him like a bloody toddler."

"You little—" Payne senior starts, but before Edwin even has the time to react to his dangerous tone, Charles stands up with a loud scrape of his chair against the floor.

"And another thing," he says, loudly speaking over the fast purpling man in front of him, "there's nothing wrong with Edwin. That thing with the hand? You're making a mountain out of a bloody molehill! And if you didn't spend so much time worrying about it, maybe you'd realize Edwin is really bloody mint, actually, and if you can't appreciate him, then I don't see why we should bother staying here at all." Charles pushes his chair back against the table with another loud scrape, and turns to Edwin. "Come on, let's go."

Edwin's parents protest, mildly at first and then more loudly, but Charles doesn't care. He's too furious at them, at the way they filled their son with a sort of guilty shame Charles had never seen until the, at the way they somehow managed to stop him from even wanting to answer.

He waits until Edwin stands up, and then he takes hold of Edwin's wrist and drags the both of them outside. Edwin has to tug hard on his arm to remind him they used a car to come in, actually, and they can't leave it there. He sounds—well he sounds strained, is what he does. The sort of voice that means there's an emotion somewhere he's not letting out, and this time Charles knows exactly where it's going.

"I'm so sorry," he says, "I ruined dinner!"

"Oh," Charles, Edwin sighs.

His eyes are wide and wet and his grin ks kind of wobbly, but he steps up and engulfs Charles in hug anyway, hands tightly clasped around Charles waist. Charles responds in kind, putting as much love as he can into the embrace, into the pressure of his arms around Edwin.

"Thank you," Edwin mumbles against Charles' neck. "No one ever stood up for me line that."

"They bloody well should have," Charles says, gentling his tone when he realizes something warm dripping down his neck.

Edwin, too busy controlling his crying the best he can, doesn't answer, but it doesn't matter. Charles holds him tight until he's done crying anyway.

[aayakashii]

((splitting this ask in2 3 parts lmk if it gets annoying 😖will also probably post on my main acc hope u don't mind))

dumps this in2 ur askbox enjoy!

rabbit mating context note: okok now! admittedly, i use ruts pretty loosely. rabbits don't really have ruts, they're constantly ready to go. however, rabbits do most often mate during the warmer months, including spring and summer. peak breeding usually happens in april or may. whether or not rabbits breed is entirely dependent on the female. if she decides no, then it’s no! the male just has to try his luck elsewhere. males tend to bite the necks of females when mating, too. why do they do this? no idea. it’s so funny.

now, as far as behavior goes, male rabbits typically tend to sniff, lick, nuzzle, and circle their partner of interest. how, pray tell, would this reflect on haru?

well, let's start off by saying he knows it's weird. he knows it's strange. he can't really help it. he just gets... urges. first, it starts with him almost "patrolling" you. he'll find you playing with peekaboo or helping to feed the animals while ren's slacking off. it'll start subtle. he comes up close to you and starts a conversation, playing off his movements as him being more hyper than usual. which, technically isn't wrong. but eventually, you notice a pattern. he's walking around you in circles. not totally unusual, but still odd. when you bring it up to him, he sort of startles, not even realizing he'd been doing that. he shakes his head and apologizes, but still ends up doing it if he finds you again. he doesn't realize that he's succumbing to the urges just yet.

other times, the second he sees you, and catches a whiff of your pheromones even from afar, he finds himself following your scent straight to you. it's like a switch goes off, and the timer starts. he falls into a trance, his eyes glazing over simply from how sweet you smell. something about it just makes him salivate. you can tell he's not really himself when he approaches, blinded by something as he immediately leans into you, inhaling deeply and burying his nose into the crook of your neck. his nose twitches and he groans, pleased at the full force of such sweet hormones. his nose twitches like a rabbit's does, and he moves up your neck, his lips and nose occasionally touching your neck. you don't stop him, if anything finding this quite amusing. he also unintentionally circles you while he does this, too, shifting from one side of your neck to the other, from your backside to your front, just sniffing at your neck. to snap him out of it, you gently remind him that you have chores to do. it's only when you say his name that he snaps back to reality, the timer comes to a screeching halt, and he realizes what he's doing. he apologizes profusely, thoroughly mortified at his own behavior, but even as he's walking away, he can't shake the lingering arousal and heat creeping up his spine and pooling in his lower abdomen.

then the dreams start. they're sex dreams, to which he is no stranger, but the odd ones about these were that they were about you. his cock presses eagerly against his boxers as he recalls the dream: simply breeding you until neither of you could stand any longer. his bunny ears twitch, and he can hear you sleeping some distance away, after you'd decided to stay and help with the mission. the quiet sounds of your breathing have the opposite effect of calming him down. he begins to wonder what position you're sleeping in, if you're curled up in a ball or loafed like a cat, your hips raised in the air like they were in his dream. for the rest of his nights, all he can think about - after he inevitably wakes up from yet another sex dream, of course - is how pretty your moans must be compared to the soft sounds of your breathing, how cute you would be if you mated with him like in his dream, how pretty your pussy would be, fluttering around his cock and leaking out his cum. he's unable to get much sleep, becoming restless.

after the simple sniffing, haru finds himself getting bolder without realizing it. the sweet scent of your pheromones catch him once again, and he makes a hasty beeline for you. now, he even goes as far as to nuzzle you, rubbing his cheek against yours in a show of affection. you don't think much of it, but you don't realize he's quite out of it when he does that, dizzy from the scent of your pheromones and his timer slowly ticking down, down, down. at least, you don't realize it until he starts licking you. they're small, almost kitten-like licks. using just the tip of his tongue, he'll give you short licks on the back of your neck, behind your ears, on your chin, just above your collarbone, and on the back of your hand if he can't get close enough. when he first does it, you jump, not expecting to feel something warm and wet on the back of your neck. you can immediately tell it's haru from the cute sounds of his sniffing and twitching bunny ears flopping over your shoulder. you jumping in surprise isn't enough to stop him. he continues licking you and sniffing at your neck. his eyes appear glazed over once again, and despite his sniffing, you hear him breathing heavily. his hands start to twitch, wanting to hold you, and his body shivers, resisting the urge to thrust his hips forward and grind against you. once again, all it takes to get him to snap back to reality is calling his name. granted, it takes a few tries this time. he's almost too far gone, drowning in lust and the delicious, sweet smell of your pheromones. when he does snap out of it, he's mortified, unable to believe he let himself go this far. once again, the timer comes to a halt and his eyes regain their sharpness. he’s getting closer and closer to his timed explosion.

despite himself, these things keep happening. he keeps following your scent, keeps burying his nose in your neck, keeps licking behind your ear, keeps dreaming of thrusting, and thrusting, and thrusting… he feels warm all the time now, a seemingly permanent blush on his face and neck. he can hardly eat, sleep, or work, too focused on the prospect of an eligible mate and his urgent need to breed. he wonders how animals manage to function like this - walking around with such intense desires coursing through them all the time. he’s never felt such intense desire, never smelled such sweet smells, sever felt like it was only a matter of time before he snapped. it all comes to a head one day when he finds you again, alone, after putting Peekaboo down for his afternoon nap. his ears perk up at the sight of you and his tail twitches upwards, a sign of the immediate arousal he feels in your presence. he bounds over to you to greet you, immediately becoming intoxicated on your potent pheromones yet again. the switch flips and the timer continues. he nuzzles into your neck again, rubbing his cheek along your skin and inhaling your scent. he listens to you as you ramble about putting the animals to bed, only partially listening as his hands slide to your waist, his fingers twitching defiantly as he resists the urge to grab your ass. it is when you refer to yourself as “mama” in reference to Peekaboo that something clicks. (shamelessly using this idea from 👻 anon, 100% haru’s trigger word is “mama”) his mouth goes dry. he blinks a few times, the lustful haze growing stronger. your scent so close to his nose not helping him at all. the timer goes off. he explodes.

he wrestles you down into the grass, pressing himself against your backside. he shifts so he’s kneeling over you, his arms wrapped around your midsection, his hips pressed flush against yours. he’s so far gone that he starts humping you immediately, not even bothering to maneuver his clothes out of the way before seeking friction. his lips press into the back of your neck, little whimpers and whines spilling from him. of course, you don’t reject him, and it takes a bit of maneuvering because haru simply refuses to stop humping you, but eventually, he’s sinking his cock into your warm depths, and sinking his teeth into the back of your neck. he doesn’t bother going slow, quickly pumping his cock in and out of your hole, moaning through his teeth. he can’t even think straight, all of his focus on keeping up his fast pace, lost in the feeling of your walls sliding against his hard cock. when he gets close, he pushes your knees apart with his own, pressing himself against you even deeper. his moans sound desperate and whiny, and you can feel him shivering as he nears his climax. he releases your neck and moves his lips to your ears, quietly begging you to please let him cum inside, please let him breed you, please let him make you a mama…

and this is only the first of many, many times that he will breed you for the remainder of that mission.

towa part next YIPPEE!! his might be more in depth bc i genuinely enjoy writing deer-like ruts in humanoid characters its so fun. reading it will definitely shed light on why towa would be so shameless. the things bucks do while chasing after does is actually insane LMFAOOAOOO

extra note bc i have an odd inkling that you’re curious: rabbits are prey animals, so they don’t like their ears or tail being touched. theoretically you could touch haru’s tail or ears, just be prepared for a neutral or negative reaction at first until he relaxes to it. maybe ask for permission first? bc oddly i don’t think he’d mind too terribly if you played with his tail a lot. he might even wiggle it for you.

GOD

no because I would FOLLLLLLDDDDDDDDDDDDD if Haru ever did all that nuzzling to my neck, I think I would pass away ✋️ AND THE LITTLE LICKS TOO??????

I am OBSESSED with this trope of hybrids being so horny that they become feverish, borderline sick because they can't do or think about anything else but their prospect mate OOUUGHHH IT'S SO GOOD......

YOU 100000% SHOULD POST THESE ON YOUR ACCOUNT TOO THESE ARE JUST TOO GOOD TO STAY AS ASKS!!!!!!!!!

ALSO NOT YOU SAYING TOWA'S WILL BE MORE IN DEPTH WHEN THIS ONE WAS SUPER DETAILED CKFJDHFJKDJFJF MY MOUTH IS WATERING

[misc-obeyme]

With an extremely lazy mc, that can be worse than belphegor in that aspect yet is always on top of what they need to do.

Homework? Finished, Chores? Done, Pranks? Happened. Yet they haven't seemed to move from their spot in the last 7 hours.

It's later revealed that it's just them using magic but entertaining nonetheless

Hi there, anon!

This was fun to write, I have to say. I mean, if I could just use magic to get everything done, I absolutely would.

Thanks for the request!

brothers reaction to lazy GN!MC who gets everything done with magic

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

Previously thought there was no way anyone could be lazier than Belphie… but he's surprised by how close you get. At first he's annoyed, but then you somehow get everything done anyway? And then he's just confused.

Confused… but also suspicious. How are you doing that, MC? He wants to lecture you so bad, but he can't since you actually do everything you need to do. Secretly a little worked up about it, but he's trying to keep his cool.

That essay he knew was due for your class tomorrow isn't just finished, it's well written, too. The dishes it was your turn to do are all washed and put away. And yet you haven't moved for hours.

Figures it out when he falls for one of your pranks. Because he can see how the prank was done with magic. Confronts you about it directly. Go ahead and pretend you don't know what he's talking about. It'll drive him crazy, especially since you haven't actually done anything wrong and he can't actually prove that prank was yours.

Mammon

Amazed. He's just shocked that you're able to do everything while actually doing nothing. How is it that all your homework and chores are done when you haven't moved?! What is going on here?

Asks you to teach him your ways even before he knows you're just using magic. He's imagining a life of never having to do homework or chores ever again. He'd be able to spend all his time partying or finding a way to rake in the Grimm. Ya gotta show him how ya do that, MC!

Mammon is in awe of all your perfectly executed pranks, too. Doesn't even mind if he falls victim to one considering how good they always are.

Doesn't figure it out. He'll only know you were using magic the whole time if someone tells him. If you tell him yourself, he'll pretend he knew all along. Now teach him all those spells.

Leviathan

He's amazed, but he's also suspicious. There's no way you're able to stay on top of everything like that. You can sit with him and play video games all night while your homework somehow still gets done. Something is up with that.

Doesn't care too much, though, so he doesn't try to figure out what's going on. Your ability to do your homework and chores isn't his concern. Let Lucifer worry about it.

He's just happy that you have more than enough time to spend with him, watching anime or reading manga or playing video games, etc. Let's be real, Levi has different priorities.

Only figures it out when he asks you to help him clean his room, which has gotten a little cluttered. You proceed to assist with magic and that's when it clicks. Of course! Everyone knows what a good sorcerer you are, MC! He can't believe he didn't realize it sooner!

Satan

It doesn't really register at first. He just knows that you're very efficient at getting things done without being busy at all. Assumes you have a strict time management style to keep yourself on track. That's certainly the most logical explanation, right?

Eventually realizes that you are in fact quite lazy, though. The fact that you haven't left the couch in hours makes him a little antsy. Don't you have things to do, MC?

Make him really crazy by just smiling and saying you've already done everything you needed to do that day. Tell him all about whatever homework, chores, and pranks you've done in the time you've been sitting on the couch.

He does figure you out pretty quickly, though. Satan is smart and he can tell that you're doing magic over there, even if nobody else seems to realize it. He's impressed. Why shouldn't you use magic to accomplish everything? Your skill as a sorcerer allows you to do it, so why not?

Asmodeus

Complains about how lazy you are. He doesn't care about your homework, chores, or pranks. But MC, you really should be more diligent about your skin care routine. Do you even use the products he gave you?

Show him your half empty product bottles and watch his expression go from surprised to happy to confused. He's thrilled that you're actually using what he gave you, but… when? How? He's never actually seen you use them?

Keep your secrets, Asmo likes how mysterious you are. Always sitting around, always doing nothing, and yet everything is somehow still done. How interesting! You're like a little puzzle he needs to work out.

He does, eventually. He really wants to make sure you're doing what you say you are, so he spies on you to see what you're up to. Won't figure it out until you actually use magic to apply the various skin care products. Now he's onto you. He's another one who's going to be impressed by your clever use of magic.

Beelzebub

Doesn't notice how lazy you are, but does notice that your stuff still gets done. His instinct is to help you out, so he might try to do some chores for you only to find that you've somehow already done them? How did you do that? He's confused.

This is going to go on for a while. He's going to notice your stuff is done, but he's just gonna go ??? and then move on with his life. He's not worried about it, though it is a little mind boggling.

Assuming you're sometimes on meal duty, though, that's when he's going to make the connection. If you use magic to make meals and they turn out really good, he's going to want to know how you're doing it. He's going to notice that you somehow get it done without even going into the kitchen? MC, please explain. He needs to know where your food supply is coming from.

In the end, you likely just tell him about it yourself. You go ahead and use magic to make him snacks. He's so thrilled, but he's not going to ask you to teach him. He's just going to ask you to make him food all the time. You're really good at magic, after all.

Belphegor

Annoyed at first. How dare you surpass him in laziness? This isn't something he actually cared about until he realized that some of his brothers were saying you were lazier than him. Hey. MC. This is his thing, you know?

Turns out he's too lazy to actually pursue any kind of rivalry with you about this. So instead you become partners in crime. If you're sitting around for hours, you can be sure that Belphie will be by your side, probably asleep. He's happy to keep you company.

Figures out what you're doing pretty fast. Since he's with you all the time, he sees that you're using magic to get everything done. Starts trying to get you to do his stuff, too. You get to decide if you're going to or not, but if you do, then he'll never leave your side again.

Especially fond of your pranks, particularly ones aimed at Lucifer. Will never give you away. The others might ask him how you do what you do, considering he's spending all his time with you. But he'll never tell, so they'll have to figure it out for themselves.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[nikkisixxsmissingpick]

Not what I was planning

Axl rose x gn!reader

Warnings: Axl being a lil bitch, swearing, one bed trope (because I'm not a little bit original), sexual jokes from r

You're exhausted.

It's been a long week, being part of guns n' roses was fun but the shows surely were draining you your fault for jumping around the stage with your guitar so much.

Now you're with the boys back to the tour bus, heading to the hotel in yet another city.

"so, are you just gonna lay there and be fucking stupid or are you gonna help Izzy?"

Axl says, in his typical moody tone

"what are you pissed about? You look like there's a stick up your ass"

You tease the ginger who flips you off

"go help him, you're doing nothing anyways"

You raise an eyebrow, he's also doing nothing, why can't he help Iz? But either way you get up and go see what the fuzz is about.

When you get to the raven haired man, he's rounded by Duff and Slash, you peak over his shoulder to see and... They are trying to open a bottle... A bottle with a cork... And the can't get it right...

"Seriously?"

You raise an eyebrow, Izzy just looks at you with a deadpan expression and smirks right after

"Ten bucks if you can open the bottle"

He bets and handles it to you, you walk to your bag and find something he can't quite see what is, but is metallic.

You stick the tip of the thing on the cork and push it back with ease, slipping the cork out the bottle and give it back on duffs hand.

"I want my ten bucks"

You tap Izzy on the shoulder twice and go back to your place on the bus for the rest of the travel but you end up falling asleep after five minutes.

You wake up god knows how much time later with duff shaking your shoulder.

The blonde duo has always been the most caring with you, maybe because you joined after, but duff and Steven are always sweet to you just as much as you are to them.

"gotta wake up, we're here"

You nod, yawning and sitting up. You look around for a second and then get up.

After a bit of shuffling around you eventually get to the hotel room, which after some fight because there would have to be duos, you got to share with Axl.

"belive me, I'm hating this just as much as you"

Axl just looks at you and mumbles under his breath

"you wish"

As the both of you get to the room and you unlock the door you get overcome with a surprise

"umm.... What the...."

You say realizing there is just a double bed in the room, it must be a mistake.... Right?

"what?"

Axl says and looks into the room

"fuck.... I'll take the floor"

He mumbles, you just look at him in disbelief

"own you're being so sweet for once!"

You tease and you enter the room

"fuck off, it's just.... Just..."

"what? You're scared you'll get a boner in the middle of the night if we share the bed?"

You keep teasing, watching him get tomato reda and flip you off

"what? The cat got your tongue?"

He sighs

"if we sleep on the same bed will you stop tormenting me?"

He says lowly, you giggle and nod, putting your bag on the ground

After all of you have eaten and got changed for bed, you hop on one side of the bed, the ginger gets out from the bathroom in only his boxers and a shirt, you can't help but let your eyes trail down until-

"take a picture, it'll last longer"

He says before getting on the other side of the bed, you chuckle, a smirk appearing on your lips as you look at him

"so you want me to keep polaroids of you in just underwear with me?"

You giggle as his face gets red again and he turns around, you scoot closer and suddenly you start to feel bad

"I'm sorry Ax, I passed the point"

Axl turns around to look at you and just let's out a slow sigh after a little smile creeps to his lips

"nah, it's okay... I'm also a asshole... Now can we please sleep?"

You nod, but what you dont expect is Axl scooting closer to you and laying his head on your chest, his arms wrapping around your torso

"this never happened, okay?"

He mumbles, his voice muffled by your shirt

You giggle "okay... Good night Ax"

"Good night..."

And you're both out like a light, your hand resting on top of his head.

You slowly wake up to little giggles, when you open your eyes slowly you see the other four boys pointing a camera to you, you look down to see a bunch of red strands of hair on top of you snoring lightly.

Without much resistance you flip the other boys off and cover your eyes with the back of your arm, but you can't help the little smile tugging on your lips.

A/N: I actually really like this

[tarysande]

Apologies if I'm prying, and obviously you don't have to answer at all, or publicly, if you don't want to: I've only been diagnosed with ADHD a couple of months and I'm still looking for admin jobs/working a few part time bits. Do you disclose? Or do you think it's a bad idea to disclose/wouldn't work for your situation?

I'm always happy to talk about my experiences!

So, my situation is a little different because I'm self-employed. Part of the reason I'm self-employed is because I have ADHD. I like being able to set my own schedule. I like not having to work in the morning (when I'm pretty much useless). I like being able to (for the most part) choose my work based on whether it's interesting/novel/challenging enough to keep me interested--and I like that my work is always changing. Even if I get bogged down on one project (i.e., I'm so bored I want to pull my eyeballs out), I know it'll end and I'll get to move on to something else.

In my primary source of employment (I'm a freelance editor and writing coach), I'm quite open about my ADHD specifically because I want neurodivergent writers to know I understand and empathize with many of their struggles. I can (and do!) tailor my approach when working with folks who have, for example, issues with rejection sensitivity, emotional dysregulation, or trauma around criticism. We're all in this together.

That said, I am also very aware that my employment situation is made possible by the fact that my husband has a good, salaried job that includes the health insurance that pays for the various and sundry (ridiculously expensive) medications I'm on. And I live in a country where my health care is not tied to employment.

I do have a very, very part time gig for an employer (I'm still considered a contractor, though), and I did disclose to them--but only after we ran into a situation where I was made incredibly uncomfortable by the extremely neurotypical way they decided to handle a difficult situation. Without going into details, they called me in for a meeting that I would much, MUCH rather have preferred as an email. I explained that everything about the way they handled things led to extreme issues with rejection sensitivity and emotional dysregulation that would have been entirely mitigated by a) clearer communication and b) giving me time to process the information in a private space. While they didn't get it at first, I was able to eventually make them understand where I was coming from, and they changed the behavior to accommodate me. But--and this is a big but--I already had a good relationship with the management, so they were willing to listen without judgement.

Even though there are meant to be anti-discrimination protections (including providing accommodations for neurodiverse folks), I'm not entirely sure I believe they ... work? There's still a lot of stigma. And sometimes people hear "ADHD" and assume "flake"--which absolutely is not the case.

I would say that if you do disclose, be sure to clarify what kinds of accommodations you might require and to heavily lean on the strengths you bring to the role instead of what an employer might perceive as weaknesses. (For example: I work extremely well under pressure. I will be less effective if given work with vague or non-existent deadlines. I am an excellent problem solver who often discovers or invents solutions not just for existing issues but for those that haven't yet become critical. My enthusiasm for work I find interesting, novel, and rewarding is boundless. I am creative, dedicated, and motivated ... but only after about eleven in the morning.)

[karoochui]

I just wanted to say I am so enamoured with Binary Insurgence! I eat up everything, every little crumb, you drop about it and the entire idea is so interesting to me! I'm so in love with stories and worlds like this! I'm also curious to know about the relationship between Sun and Moon, if it's alright to ask. How was it before the fire compared to after? Does their relationship begin to mend (because I'm certain over the years it deteriorated) when y/n comes back into the picture? If any of this is too spoilery or you just haven't fleshed it out yet then you don't have to answer! I'm just super curious about the boys and how you see their dynamic/relationship. I just look forward to seeing how their bond has grown and/or broken and how it may be mended over time.

AHH im glad you like it so much!! Im happy to talk about what i've got, but you are right not everything is fully fleshed out. I have points i wanna get to but while im brainstorming and planning i make up a lot of stuff as i go and then go over it again later to see if i like it or can connect stuff in any way. I have 3 chapters for Arc 1 fully summarized as of now! (Which probably doesn't seem like a lot but i like my chapters long, so it's quite a bit actually).

I wanna say, too, that i'm planning for the first story to be more in the perspective of the reader, so most things about Sun and Moon's personal thoughts and feelings are gonna be more implied than said. I might have some switching points of view, i'm not sure, but i haven't found a place i'd do it or think it's relevant. The sequel is gonna be more from their perspective since it'll mostly be about them.

NOW! I see Sun and Moon as brothers, so they really treat each other in a way that's like that. Before the fire they get along pretty well. Most instances of issue would be when Moon blocks out Sun when he fronts, or just mutual panic over the fact Moon lost his shit w/ the virus. They'll have their disagreements about things (i havent planned specifics yet) but generally they're chill. Sun just worries about Moon hurting people, but Moon worries too. With the way the virus functions in this AU it's hard for Sun to fully fault Moon for what he does, especially because he's also affected by it but not nearly as bad. (I'm gonna explain this more in another ask i have).

Plus, even before the virus they were always glitch/bug-ridden because technicians fucked up their programming continuously after removing them from the theater to work in the daycare. So they had to kinda navigate through that together, glitches and errors on both ends (though not deadly). They hate P&S bc of this, obviously. Hardware fixes suck but they fucking HATE software examinations.

Later on though some issues come into play whenever Sun starts getting worse by being further exposed to the virus (it gets worse for him when they eclipse) because it presents itself in Sun differently than it does Moon. He gets snappier and angrier at times (that comic i made that's captioned "well someones snappy") and while they both understand he doesnt mean the shit he does it's still not great. And nobody's gonna just let themselves be talked to like a dog even if the reason it's happening is because of something the other person can't really help. They're still relatively fine at this point, though.

It's at the end when shit goes really bad, because this part of the story does end badly. I won't spoil specifics but after the fire Sun loses his shit. He starts trying to put the blame on Moon for everything (the virus enhancing his already bad habits/fucking with his line of thinking) out of grief and anger. That carries over into the apocalypse and he just gets worse in general. He gets irrational.

It's a long period of time though, so he eventually also manages it, in his own way. But! I did say before in an ask that in the sequel he's "not evil, persay, but he's a fucking nut". He damns Moon to an hourglass to just fucking get rid of him about 100~ years before they meet you again (he fully thinks he's in the right for this (and he also just hates him) and the only reason he really even stayed around after that was to make sure Moon didn't get out again). He's not a bad-intentioned individual, but he's off the fucking wall at many times bc of the virus having made him worse. He's stubborn as all hell to an infuriating degree, he's irrational, hard-headed, reckless, and while a good bit of his old, kinder self is still pretty prevalent he can be downright fucking mean if provoked. Again, worse than before, and it doesn't take much these days! I always imagined him to have more dramatic, snappy, diva aspects to his personality (even before Help Wanted 2 came out) bc hes so theatrical and intense, so basically take a Sun that's like that, crank it up to 100 and put him in a Bad Situation. That's what Round 2 Sun is like at his worst. He's not a complete lost cause though, and he's far from dumb when he does stuff, just clouded by his own judgement. He doesn't think anything's wrong with him (or does he?).

Moon doesn't really hate him like Sun hates Moon, because although he knows that what happened (the ending of the first story) is technically both of their faults he just feels guilt. They do fight a lot, though. Most of it is Moon trying his best to tell Sun that he's basically full of shit and not seeing things right after Sun starts something, but Sun's at the point where he's gotta learn by consequence. Part of the reason he's so bad is bc 1: hes been infected by the virus for so long now and 2: in his grief, anger, and resentment he's learned to live with it rather than fighting it.

But the sequel is gonna be a feel-good story! Falling in love w/ the reader all over again, i want things to get cleared up - or at least some kind of middle ground between Sun and Moon - the whole sha-bang.

[sawyer-is-not-my-name]

Requested: Solangelo x Demigod Male reader

Request: the reader is worried about something happening to Will and Nico while they go on a quest, so he avoids them

Your boyfriends were both getting ready to go on a quest, you weren't allowed to come with as they already had enough people. But you wanted to come. You wanted to be there to protect them, but you couldn't. And it was majorly affecting your mood, the sooner it got to them leaving the more anxious you got. You couldn't seem to sit still.

Your hands shook as you sat on Will's bed, you couldn't seem to get them to stop. Every negative possiblity of what could happen to them seemed to play through your mind. You wouldn't be there to stop it either of any of them actually happened.

Will walked up to you, taking one of your hands in his. "Hey, is everything alright? Do you feel alright, you look a little pale, and youre shaky." You shook your head, mumbling that you were alright. Something he didn't seem to believe, but he didn't press you on the subject. "Why don't you go check on Neeks, see if he needs your help getting his bag ready." You just nodded trying to hide the disdain on your face that gave away how you felt about this quest. You know both of them could take care of themselves and each other, but you still worried.

You left cabin 7, making you way towards cabin 13. Opening the door to see Nico packing a backpack with his necessities, he turned around when he heard you enter offering a small smile. Usually he'd make some joke, about how you couldn't stay away from him, but today he remained affectionate with you and was being way kinder than normal. No teasing, from either of the boys which was odd, usually your lovers teased you quite frequently loving the way you got bashful. But today there wasn't any of it.

"So, how do you feel about us leaving?" Your hands seemed to shake, you couldn't really find an answer appropriate for his question. You didn't want to tell him, that they both shouldn't go, cause that wasn't your place. But you also couldn't say that they should go, cause that would be dishonest. You really just didn't know how to answer him. You also didn't want the only reason they decide not to go, being because you were anxious.

"umm I don't know, it'll be weird without you guys here. Just be safe, don't put yourself in anymore danger than need be. And take care of each other." Your words were quiet, way more quiet than usual, which gave Nico the real insight to how you were feeling. He could tell you didn't want them going, and that you were nervous and worried about them going.

He walked over to you gently pulling you into a hug, your head immediately meeting his chest. "We're always careful, and we'll be extra careful just so we can make it back to you." It reassured you a lot hearing that. His words seeming to set your mind at ease.

----

Still the next day came, they'd be leaving today. It was all the plagued your mind, so you needed to distract yourself. You spent the day trying to do anything but be in there general vicinity. You went from the lake, to Hephaestus cabin to hang out with Leo, to bunker 9 with Leo, eventually leaving there to go hide out in your own cabin.

It was now noon and you had been hiding most of the day, and you were still trying to hide out in your own cabin. Which proved to be the wrong move, as now you were under your bunk as Will and Nico came through the door looking for you. They didn't seem mad, more so confused.

You thought you were in the clear, but then Will bent down to look under your bunk and his eyes met yours. "Why are you hiding?" His hand met yours to help pull you from under the bed, you weren't ready to climb out yet though so you pulled your hand back. "I'm hiding from the world" Nico and Will both looked at you sympathetically, "This doesn't happen to do with the fact we're leaving on a quest today, right?" You went quiet, as you tried to push yourself back further under the bed.

"So it does," after Will said it, he stood up and moved to where he could slide under the bed next to you, Nico following to do the same on the other side. Both boys wrapped you up in a hug, your face burying itself in Will's chest.

And they did return, they came back to you. They always did.

"y'know everything's gonna be okay, right?" Nico gently stroked your hair, as he whispered reassurances to you. "We're gonna be okay, we're gonna come back to you if that's what your worried about." Will kissed your head, as he held you closer.

After a while of a being under the bed Nico spoke up "can we crawl out from under the bed now?" You all laughed and agreed, both of them crawled out first, then Will gently pulled you out from under the bed and into his arms.

---

Eventually the time came and they had to leave for their quest, you all stood by the entrance to camp as you said your goodbyes. Hugging your boyfriends as they promised to return to you.

[allmightskitten]

10 Things You Should Not Do At a Warlord Meeting:

A Dofuwani Fic

Rating: E (probably E++ eventually, there’s smut in every chapter and it only gets more unhinged)

an extract:

Doflamingo chewed on his bottom lip, expression flitting between that familiar simmering anger and something else.

"That's just the start though, isn't it?" he snapped. "First it's this conference, then you'll say we can't be seen by your fucking crew on your ship. Then it'll be that I can't come to Alabasta because people will speculate now. And you don't even want to visit my place. Isn't that how it's going to go, Croccy? I know you, I know the way you think. I know how important your image is to you and that this isn't worth risking it for."

Crocodile took a sip of his coffee. It was every but as dark and rich as it smelled, a little sweet under the bitterness.

Well, Doflamingo had a point. He hadn't considered that far ahead yet, but it was quite fairly what he might have done.

"So our arrangement may actually end. Why do you give a shit?"

The taller warlord gripped his cheap paper cup so tightly that a good deal of the dark liquid overflowed in a second, getting all over his hands. Even though the coffee was hot, he didn't so much as flinch.

Crocodile observed him from the corner of his eye, watching his response carefully. He knew Doflamingo was volatile, but he wasn't sure anymore what would come out of him.

"I'll change your mind."

Well, it wasn't that.

"What?"

Doflamingo glared down at him, setting his half-empty cup aside on the counter. He loomed over Crocodile with his big feather coat like a shadow blotting out the sun.

"I'll convince you not to end it. If I need to be the best you've ever had then I'll prove that I already am. I'll become something you can't do without."

Crocodile stared at him like he'd grown a second head, which honestly might have been easier to digest than this.

"What the hell are you yapping about? I'm not your goddamn lover breaking up with you to warrant those embarrassing theatrics. You can live without just one of your fuckbuddies. There's no need to act like it's the end of the world when all we are is–"

Doflamingo trapped him bodily against the counter, face so close to his as he interrupted him with a snarl.

"Is that all we are?"

Crocodile stiffened.

[ikamigami]

So what if I told y'all that this is actually a "Moon's paranoia" arc? And what if showrunners hint that Sun will try to help or reach out to Eclipse behind Moon's back.. and they hint that with Moon's words that he trust Sun?

Cause let me tell you something. I've watched many shows and movies to know that this line reminds me of that type of foreshadowing in which one character says "we'll meet again" but they never had the chance to meet again because that other character dies. You know what I mean, right?

So with Moon saying that he trusts Sun - it's not the first time when he says that btw cause he told Earth that he trusts Sun with his life - and Moon being more and more paranoid, I have a heavy suspicion that Moon will stop trusting even Sun..

But ofc it won't be like that that Moon will abandon Sun or anything like that.. He most definitely will be mad at Sun.. but I think that this is what may lead to Moon locking Sun on the island..

Moon really acts paranoid. Some of you may not believe me but what Moon is doing is something that paranoid person would do. What I mean is that Moon devides what informations he shares with whom. No one receives full picture. Only Moon holds all the cards all the time.

Cause look at what he did. He decided to not tell any info to Solar at the moment, right? He did the same thing with not telling anything to Sun and Lunar before. But he eventually told them everything, right? Yes and this is another thing that hints to Moon being paranoid.. because he is the one who always shares things with others. It let's him feel in control of situation.

"Everything is fine as long as I keep my finger on the pulse"..

Getting back to Moon locking Sun on the island. Moon would obviously think that this would be the best for Sun. To keep Sun safe. Even from Sun himself.. or maybe especially from Sun himself.. because remember what I wrote in this post !

I think that everything is adding up nicely. Like many people were wondering about the purpose of Evil Sun's appearance in the show, thinking that maybe he's behind Eclipse's return. But it doesn't make any sense because E Sun doesn't have any agenda to meddle with our dimension. There weren't given any hints that our dimension has anything to offer to E Sun (yet, obvi lol)..

That's why I think that they made Moon go there so he could get paranoid for legit reasons and not out of the blue. Also it's important to do a good build up for rising paranoia in character for it to be more believable..

And most of the time paranoia is piling up before it'll reach a critical point when person snaps and starts doing things that endangers their and their family lives. It never starts right off the bat..

Paranoia is no joke. It messes with your mind badly.. especially if you feed your paranoid thoughts!

I'm saying that from personal experiences. I'm still struggling with paranoid thoughts. Who's read that one post of mine then knows what I'm talking about 😅

Also it might be actually just like @nightixx (hope you don't mind that I tagged you) said in one of their posts that Moon is probably realising to what lengths Sun is willing to go to protect his family. Maybe Moon actually sees that Sun can and would probably put himself in danger in order to keep his family safe. And maybe Moon actually suspect Sun to act behind his back and maybe even he may suspect that Sun may try to give Eclipse a chance just like he did with BM.

Cause Moon isn't stupid. He might not be the best with reading emotions etc but I won't doubt that he is quite observant. Like even Old Moon was noticing that something was wrong with Sun but unfortunately he didn't do much to help.

I think that New Moon is probably noticing that something is wrong with Sun as well. But unlike Old Moon he'll do something about it. He'll keep Sun safe no matter what. And why I think that Moon may be suspecting that Sun may try to give Eclipse a chance? Because I think that in Moon's eyes Sun is too nice, too naive, too stupid - he learned that in Ruin's dimension when Sun wanted to help that dimension so badly and he learned that with how Sun tried to give BM a chance.. Both of these situations were dangerous and yet Sun was willing to help and act on his kindness even if it meant endangering himself.. Moon sees that. I think that Moon realises that Sun is the biggest threat to himself...

Also I think that it's very possible that Moon may suspect that Sun will act behind his back because Sun already lied to him about that whole being a conduit for star's power thing which like Moon said was killing Sun every day..

And important thing to note is that paranoia may induce a hypervigilance in someone. Which explains why someone who is paranoid plans things in advance and with suspicion that others will break their trust.

Old Moon was paranoid af.. and we can see that New Moon starts becoming more and more paranoid as well...

But like I said it'll most definitely end up with Moon restricting Sun's freedom in order to prevent him from endangering himself. Which I'm afraid will lead to a tragedy.

[shadowuserannie]

KOTLC Miraculous AU (pt. 2)

Did not expect the people saying they would actually read it;

So fun fact, it's been a hot minute since I last reread KOTLC (well aware the graphic novel doesn't Really Really count). So now I'm making a list of Fitz character flaws that I want to use my narrative to punish him for, so that he can grow, in my AU.

Because Fitz isn't just the angry golden boy. He's someone who doesn't realize all this privilege is a privilege. The Vackers may fight for 'good' but they still largely benefited from the KOTLC system. Playing back into why Plagg is a good match for him-in canon, both Adrien and Keefe don't care about the status that being Mari/Sophie's boyfriend comes with. But Fitz does.

So Detruire is flirty towards Ladybug. Because who better to impress and benefit his status than the superheroine of Paris?

Then the attraction stops being superfluous. He gets a vibe check-from LB or Plagg, maybe both. Plagg has had too many holders to count, and too many who were angry but angry because of their low status in life because of where they were born/born into poverty. Fitz is angry because of his pressure and lack of freedom (in this AU)-which while is equally valid, means that Plagg will be able to vibe check Fitz's privilege. Will be able to question him, call him out, get him to realize the superfluous reasons why he chases Ladybug.

So that he falls in love with Sophie. The clumsy, funny, slightly awkward classmate who smiles just a little crooked and tugs on her eyelashes and isn't all-powerful, isn't all-seeing. Just Sophie.

(Not the perfect Ladybug. Not the perfect Moonlark.)

(HAHAHAHAHAHA WATCH ME MANIPULATE THE SQUARE FOR MORE TORTURE)

so yes, YET ANOTHER PLOT LINE IG

(fixing character issues ONE BY ONE)

wait but then see Sophie realize Fitz isn't perfect. She screams in Detruire's face that Ladybug isn't perfect, she's not perfect, it's not possible for anyone to be perfect and chasing such an ideal is stupid. See her realize her own hypocrisy. Let Ladybug watch as Detruire changes, stops flirting and gets more genuinely joking instead. Treating her as a real person and not something to attain. LB watches Detruire change, and she starts to fall for someone who has proven they can. Because Detruire listened, and Detruire is trying, and fuck SHE JUST GOT HIM TO QUIT FLIRTING WITH HER-

(extra torture when I reswap the square yay)

Also before you ask, no this is not going to be some kind of s5 swap. Idk when I'll insert this in, BUT IM DEFINITELY NOT GETTING STAMINA TO EVEN THINK OF THAT RN so it'll likely be earlier in the timeline

Rayni as Lila; I saw this in a reblog, AM ADOPTING!! (thanks @ohmygoly) I dislike extra salt and I like the tentative beginnings of Rayni's canon redemption, so let's see if I'll get there before SM either hits or misses in canon!

(also @tiana4evahh I have Plans with Dex and the Lila thing hahahaha hes one of my favs)

Biana as Kagami; BEFORE I GET SHOT. Remember that canonly badass Della will have to be Emilie Agreste. So while Fitz is homeschooled (and I already have a plot reason worked out why Della agrees) Biana Vacker is sent to multiple boarding schools from a young age. When she returns, she doesn't like Sophie trying to make moves ON !HER BROTHER!! So for a while, Sophie sees her as an enemy. (also that means no Kagami/Adrien will exist in this AT ALL JUST TO CLARIFY UTTERLY)

Biana eventually befriending Sophie despite disliking her at first. Biana seeing her brother's indecision and making HER MOVE. Short Sophie/Biana while Soph tries to get over her current thing for Detruire. Biana TELLING HER OWN BROTHER NOT TO HESITATE IM TAKING LUKANETTE AND MAKING IT KAGAMINETTE I DO WHAT I WANT

Btw yk how in canon Mari and Adrien don't question their powers? Sophie and Fitz are too nosy not to HAHA AND THEY START HUNTING DOWN THIS AU'S MASTER FU ALONG WITH HAWKY

Also side note that's kinda irrelevant; When Tam and Linh eventually come in when I finally figure out how to include them, assume they are either already adopted by Tiergan (this will be indicated by their last names being Alenefar and them being proudly introduced as such) or have yet to be adopted by Tiergan and thus the plotline will come later (not introducing themselves with last names)

(@tiana4evahh okay fine I won't scrap this, but I will likely make changes if I ever write in full ao3 fanfic form and not just bullet-pointed)

And finally! While I am taking suggestions for this AU, I'm not going to do stuff because one character in KOTLC matches one in MLB perfectly. That'd be boring. I put characters in slightly unexpected roles because I think the angle would be fun to explore and wouldn't be the same role, same character, same lines. This is adapting MLB's story and adapting KOTLC's characters. I'm not looking to make perfect comparisons and copies (hence my reasoning why Keefe is not the Chat Noir/love interest in pt 1) I'm trying to make a new story where everything is not a repeat of just one of the stories it's adapted from. Not just a copy of MLB but with different names. So please do not expect as such.

Go ahead and rag on me for repeating this too much, but I've always preferred story value and not surface comparisons, which is why I am trying to make this completely clear. I'm not going to make one KOTLC character be the exact same role they had in KOTLC. This is why I am exploring the temporary Sophie/Biana. If you tell me the roles don't perfectly match, then okay! Go create your own AU! (this is not sarcastic) I just don't want getting comments on the whole [but it's not the same thing] because it's not MEANT to be an exact match, and again, sorry for being repetitive. I may include this on all posts of this AU until I finally start writing and fire spoilers.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Orange Spider lily | {KokuZan}

Theme: Angst

Kokushibo and Muzan were secretly dating. Well, 'secretly' is a term that they use but isn't actually true. It would be secret if it weren't for their horrible skills of secrecy. Unfortunately keeping their relationship within the two of them was out of their hands, though they had somehow hidden their existence from most humans for centuries. Which made it so stupid. But.. neither of the two cared, at this point, because it's not like it would be harmful for anyone to know.

Muzan often visited Kokushibo, because of their relationship or so he said. Today was different though. Today he'd discovered something. And so, this time when he went running to Kokushibo, he was smiling. Something quite curious to the Uppermoon, given that he'd never seen a smile quite that big on his Master's face.

"Kokushibo! Look, look I found something," Muzan said, almost like a small child finding a particularily pretty rock. 

"What is it?" Kokushibo inquired.

"This." Muzan thrust out a bag that held two beautiful flowers. They looked quite like spider lilies, only they were orange.

"Orange spider lilies?" Kokushibo asked, confused. "Did the color seep out from the sun?"

"No, no, they've been like this for a while now! I was looking through some red spider lilies and I found these!! It might be the key to the blue ones! I'm going to use some for experimenting. I'll try it and see if it'll make me be able to go in the sun. I'll use it first though. If it works you can use the other spider lily for yourself," Muzan explained, clearly having thought this out before.

"Oh? How interesting," Kokushibo agreed, inspecting the flowers closely.

Muzan nodded and took them back carefully. "I'm going to try to make something that I can easily drink, alright?"

"Okay, I'll wait here." Kokushibo watched as Muzan excitedly went to his working desk where he instantly pulled out several drawers filled with liquids of all variations.

Over the next few weeks, Muzan experimented with the flower and the different assortments of htings he'd made over the centuries. The whole time, Kokushibo stood by, retrieving what Muzan needed and always there for whatever happened. Eventually, Muzan decided he would try his concoction, saying if it didn't work that would be alright since he was a demon, and if it did, well, he had it all memorized and he would make it again for Kokushibo.

So, that day, Muzan downed half the flask and then waited. He felt nothing so he told Kokushibo to cut off his arm and put it somewhere where sunlight would shine soon. The two demons watched the hand from the safety of inside while it sat there, Muzan's arm had long since regenerated. Then the sun came by and burned it to crisp. Muzan sighed. "Maybe it just needs some time?" he suggested. Kokushibo agreed.

The two went back to Muzan's work room and talked. After a while, Muzan fell asleep and Kokushibo put him in a comfortable place, deciding it had just been from the amount of work his Master had been doing recently.

The next day, Muzan awoke with a headache. He complained that he felt dizzy and was a little wobbly standing up. But that would wear off eventually. The same as the day before, they cut off Muzan's hand and put it in the sun, watching it burn, yet again. 

"How long would it take to set in?" Kokushibo asked, confused.

"If this continues through the week, maybe I should just try again," Muzan grumbled. "I still have one and a half orange spider lily flowers left."

"Won't they rot?" the Uppermoon pointed out.

"No, I froze them so they'll be contained fresh until I need them." Muzan placed his hand on his hips in an almost proud manner. "I've thought of everything!"

Kokushibo laughed and nodded. "Yes, yes you have."

The day seemed to pass by rather slowly for Muzan for he was very tired. Eventually he went to sleep again, hoping he would feel perfectly fine when he woke up. Unfortunately for him, when he woke up he felt considerably worse, the headache being stronger and the dizzyness that had previously disappeared for a couple hours, had come back fully. Only a couple steps could lead him to nearly tipping over and Kokushibo had to help him walk, which was extremely frustrating given he felt so useless like this. So weak and foolish. 

Two days went by, and he didn't seem to be getting better. Each day they would cut off part of Muzan's arm, though each day they resorted to cutting off less and less, because Muzan's condition made him have to focus all his strength on fighting whatever this illness was, and not on regeneration. Each day they took the piece of flesh and put it in the sun, only to watch it burn.

(Why did it take me so long to figure out how to write that paragraph 💀)

Muzan's illness only grew which was starting to bring back memories. The constant help he needed from Kokushibo, to fetch him some food, to take him simply to the other side of the room, it was frustrating and he was starting to actually get worried. 

By the end of the week he could not only barely stand but his regeneration was nearly twenty times slower then his normal rate. He hated this. He was trying to convince himself this was all a before affect of the spider lily but it really, he didn't actually believe it. As much as he wanted to, it was becoming obvious that he needed to stop this. And soon. 

But how? He didn't know how. Didn't even think there really was a way. He felt hopeless. 

Kokushibo tried keeping him going, but it was hard when he himself shared these worries. He constantly fretted over Muzan and tried keeping him at bay. 

Days went by as he continued getting worse and worse. And then weeks flitted past and Muzan's condition was as shit as ever. More so, if that was possible. A month passed into this, and Kokushibo told Muzan that if he didn't somehow get better soon, he might die. And when they came to this conclusion, Muzan felt absolute dread. He couldn't believe that this would happen. He couldn't. Fucking. Believe it. 

He didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to die. It sounded childish, of course, but death was his biggest fear. He merely feared Yoriichi because Yoriichi could bring him death. He feared the sun simply because it could kill him. He couldn't bear the fact he might die.

So, he asked Kokushibo for something. One night, one more unbearable night of pain, he'd been laying down in the silence, uncomfortable. Then, casually, he said, "Kokushibo? I may have been thinking and..."

Kokushibo shook his head. "If this is another 'I think this is just an effect,' then I don't want to hear it."

"No, I was thinking something. Maybe you could turn me into a demon or something? Like, I can make you into the demon king and you can give me your blood and turn me into a demon? I mean, give me your blood for more strength? As I've done for you and the other 12 kizuki?" Muzan suggested.

Kokushibo nodded slowly. "It could work.. but it would be painful for the both of us, no?"

"Would you mind? It'll go away fast. And I've been in pain these past few weeks, I honestly don't care about myself," Muzan said, sighing. 

"True. Alright then. I'll get you some food first, though."

When Kokushibo came back, the two demons ate in silence, both absorbed in their own thoughts. When they finished, they didn't do anything, unsure where to go from here. Then, quietly, Kokushibo said, "Can I.."—he hesitated for a beat—"kiss you? In case this doesn't work.. I don't want.. I want to be with you, actually, and not just worried and getting you things to help you with your sickness. I want to do this before anything happens. In case anything happens. If anything happens. You understand?"

Muzan nodded, definitely understanding. "Of course. But you better lean down here because I don't want this 'moment' to be me dying in pain."

Kokushibo chuckled softly, though it wasn't particularily funny. "I will." He leaned down, peppering Muzan's face and neck with kisses until the smaller demon was a whimpering mess. 

He stopped, eventually, letting Muzan breathe for a minute. "Kokushibo?"

"Yes?" he hummed, caressing his Master's face.

"I know I'm shit at affectionate things, but I love you, you know that, right?" Muzan murmured, leaning into Kokushibo's touch. 

"Mhm," his boyfriend smiled. "I love you too." 

Muzan flushed, still not used to any of this. "Thank you. For taking care of me."

Kokushibo nodded. "I wouldn't leave you even if my life depended on staying away."

They were silent, the comfort of each other spreading through their bodies. Eventually, Muzan said, "How do you want me to transfer my blood to you?"

"What will hurt least for you?"

"Probably if you use my finger. Or.." Muzan paused, a sly smile creeping up his face. "From my neck or my lip?" 

Kokushibo laughed. "Alright. So I'll kiss you while taking your blood like a vampire?" he said, amused.

"Sure, why not?" the demon lord said. 

"Okay, okay." Kokushibo paused, brushing Muzan's hair away from his forehead. "Love you, Muzan," he mumbled. 

"Love you too," Muzan said, sighing. 

The Uppermoon pressed his lips to Muzan's neck, carefully biting slowly down, making sure to make only a thin line which would be easier to regenerate. Muzan closed his eyes, concentrating on making sure Kokushibo got through with this. 

When Kokushibo moved up, feeling that that was all he needed to take in, he noticed how pale Muzan looked. But before he could ask if he was alright, pain shot through his body and he doubled over. He clutched his arms around himself, his mouth wide in a silent scream. 

But then the pain was over and he was panting heavily, sweating. He looked up to see Muzan still lying there, looking more sick than before. 

Kokushibo felt the opposite Muzan did, though. He felt alive. Powerful. Like he could do anything.

But instead, he leaned down closer to his lover and whispered urgently, "Are you okay?"

"Kokushibo," Muzan said, his voice like sandpaper. "Blood. Give me.. some of your blood."

"Right, right," Kokushibo murmured, panicking. He used his fingernail to slice his palm and he dripped some of his blood in Muzan's mouth carefully.

He watched his boyfriend swallow, and waited. The waiting was painstakingly slow and fear pressed Kokushibo's insides into a tight ball. His body felt like lead as he watched and waited. Nothing happened.

This wasn't what was supposed to happen, was it? When you were given blood, usually the effects started immediately. What had gone wrong? Kokushibo tried again, slipping more of his blood into Muzan's mouth. 

"Please, please work," he said, his mind and heart racing. He must've done something wrong. What had he done wrong?!

Muzan shook his head wearily. "Koku..shi.. Koku.. I don't think it's going to work," he mumbled, growing paler (is that a word?) by the second. 

"It will work! It has to work," Kokushibo insisted. As much as he'd known that it might not, he had hoped with all his might that it would. 

Muzan shook his head. "No, I can feel it.." He coughed rather violently, blood spilling from his mouth. "Kokushibo.. You'll be the demon.. lord now.. Continue on.. the work I've done.. Don't let it go to waste," he said, his eyes meeting the Uppermoon's. No, the demon king's. Kokushibo was the demon lord now. 

Kokushibo nodded weakly. "I will. But please don't die. Not yet. Please," he begged. 

"It's not my choice.. anymore," Muzan mumbled, closing his eyes. 

"No, no! Don't close your eyes, no, wait," Kokushibo said urgently, putting his hands onto Muzan's chest. What was it humans did? Something about chest compressions?? But this was different, no? All that could save Muzan was regeneration.. 

He desperately tried again to get his blood into Muzan, trying, and failing, to save him. Muzan coughed again, blood staining his clothes. 

"Kokushibo, it's no use," he said, his eyes still closed. 

"It has to work!" Kokushibo insisted. 

"It won't." 

The words were harsh and cut into Kokushibo like a knife. He knew it wouldn't, but the fact that Muzan had lost all hope made him feel suddenly hopeless as well. The words were so certain, so clear, and true. Unbearably true.

Kokushibo's hands left Muzan's chest and went to cup his face. "Fine," he said, all desperation drained from him. "Then.. goodbye, Muzan."

Muzan nodded slowly, painfully. "Yes, goodbye." 

"I still love you," Kokushibo murmured. "I won't stop."

Muzan's mouth twitched into a smile. "Such a flirt," he said, sighing deeply. "I won't stop loving you either, I promise."

And then he was gone. His chest stopped moving in it's uneven sort of breaths and the pale gradiant of his skin slowly went deathly white. Kokushibo didn't know how long he sat there, holding Muzan's face in his hands, but it was long enough for the touch of his fallen lover to become cold. Ice cold. 

He retracted himself when he realized that and stared at the body. Then, he realized, it was starting to disintigrate. He wondered, for a split second, why it hadn't disintigrated earlier. This was as Muzan had died first as a human then left the earth as a demon. Kokushibo's hand clutched the slowly disintigrating arm of Muzan's, until there was nothing but cloth in his grip.

He held onto it tightly, fearing that if he let this go, it would turn to dust as well and he would have nothing left of him. Kokushibo's upper body shook in sharp, shuddery breaths. He was trying not to cry. But try as he might, tears rolled down his cheeks.

He hadn't cried in a long time. Centuries. He never had a reason to. He'd never felt pain that lasted, never pitied anyone to the point of tears. In fact, he'd never felt much emotion since he became a demon. And then Muzan came along and made him feel. Feel happy, for once. 

Made him cry. Ugly, shaky sobs that ripped through his body. He buried his face in his hands and screamed. How could the world take Muzan from him? How could it take the one person who had ever made him feel? 

The floor trembled and he looked up. Then, he realized with a start, it was himself who was trembling. From fear, anger, and sadness. Sorrow. He'd never felt that before. When his mother died, he had been disappointed. But he'd never really been close to her. To anyone. 

When Yoriichi died, he'd felt only powerful. And powerless. But never grief. Never anything like this. He'd never felt this sort of internal pain that teared him from inside out. His hands, still clutching tightly the bloody cloth Muzan had worn the day he died. Today. 

The day Kokushibo became the demon lord, failed to save the previous one, and lost his lover all at once. The day he felt. Felt nothing but pain. 

He looked at the clothes and buried his face into it, uncaring it was covered in blood. The blood would disappear soon. Gone with Muzan. Gone. 

The word vibrated inside his mind, bouncing off the walls in his head and repeating over and over and over. Gone. Muzan was gone. Forever.

And it was all Kokushibo's fault. He had failed his master, his boyfriend, the person dearest to him. He had failed and Muzan had died and it was all. His. Fault.

{Word count: 2600}

Well now that lightheartening oneshot is done 😊

ALSO THE PICTURE I USED FOR THIS IS SO SILLY AHOIDAKMS (okay bye you chaotic demons-)

(pt. 2 here)

[siriannatan]

Losing Feathers

I was organising my fic files and decided I was happy where this one was

The Wither Rose Alliance was faced with quite a wall. An ice wall. A wall of ice encasing the royal palace of Rivendell. Palace where the king of the elven empire was holed up even before fWhip and his allies started the war. No wonder their war effort was so lacklustre and no official communications carried Scott's signature.

"Any idea how Scott made this thing?" Pearl asked. She and Sausage were flanking the captured council of Rivendell.

Gem hummed where she was inspecting the wall. fWhip glared at the ice, his tail tossing snow behind him. "I have no clue, it doesn't give off a magical signature, like fWhip's fire," Gem seemed to give up.

"Is that so," fWhip hummed walking up to the wall and knocking on it. "You think I could melt it?" he asked, smiling wide enough to bare his fangs.

"Maybe, but I have no clue if it'll even stick, might get stuck inside," Gem mused, pulling her coat tighter.

fWhip nodded. "I can always melt my way out," he said and before anyone could stop him, he started melting the ice, making himself quickly freezing behind him tunnel. 

He could hear Gem's muffled by ice protests as she banged on the wall. But he didn't turn back, instead making his way into the palace of Rivendell.

The castle was pretty dark from the sun slowly setting and the thickness of the ice enveloping the place. And cold enough for even fWhip to shiver slightly. Huddling himself tighter in his coat and scarf. He looked around raising the flame in his hand high. Something instantly caught his attention.

Feathers.

Snowy white feathers. Too big to be an owl's so had to be Scott's. And they led just one way from the door. With a smirk, fWhip followed them. 

With every step the cold intensified. Making fWhip pull his coat as close as he could, bundling himself in his wings. But he eventually made it to a closed - but not locked - door the feathers were leading to. Scott's throne room. Expecting ice flung at him at any moment fWhip pushed the door open. It made no sound.

No ice came his way but fWhip still froze. Not literally even if the throne room was the coldest room he's ever been in. His brain stopped as he stared at Scott.

The elven king was sat on the floor, facing his throne so he didn't yet realise he wasn't alone. And he wasn't like fWhip remembered. Scott fWhip remembered wasn't a dragon. Didn't have a long covered with cyan scales tail with a tuft of white fur at the end. Didn't have golden stag-like horns. And his wings were covered in snowy white feathers ripping out which fWhip often fantasized about.

"Well, well, well, isn't this fascinating," fWhip mused to announce his presence.

Scott was up on his feet within seconds. Their draconic, slit-pupil eyes met for a second before Scott's knees gave up and he collapsed to the floor.

"Why are you here?" Scott asked, trying to get up. Likely to retain some dignity. 

"If you didn't freeze yourself in your castle you'd know WRA declared war on Rivendell," fWhip chuckled, tilting his head. "And I'd say we won, seeing as I'm in your throne room," fWhip carried on chattering as he marched past Scott and to the throne. Once sat he looked down at Scott with bared fangs. "Now I just need to decide what to do with you," he mused. "I was planning on just killing you but with how you're now... you're too fascinating..." As he spoke Scott's eyes went wider and wider.

"You..." Scott glared as ice invaded the throne room, creeping towards fWhip. "Don't you dare come any closer," he loudly protested as fWhip slowly stood up and walked up to him. Slowly, not taking his eyes off the elf for even a second.

"But you already lost the war, darling," fWhip mused as Scott awkwardly clambered back in a futile attempt to create distance. "So as the victor, I get to pick what to do with you. And I decided to keep you," fWhip chuckled, crouching in front of stuck on his tail Scott. He was clearly used to having only wings. "So drop the ice around your dumb castle," he added coldly, grabbing one of Scott's horns. Harshly. Enjoying the way the elf winced.

Scott tried to struggle, to break free. But fWhip stayed still, his grip not faltering for even a second. He just stared at Scott with an amused glint in his blue eyes. His grin ever ever-present as he waited for the elf to tire himself out. He had to be exhausted already. From making the wall around the palace and turning into a half-dragon. No matter how the second part happened, fWhip had no doubt it was exhausting. His own 'change' was exhausting and left him starving.

Eventually, Scott slumped in fWhip's grip. He fainted, fWhip noted as he gathered Scott in his arms. Mission accomplished. He had his reward for all the effort he put into the war. His mood only grew as he noted the wall slowly melting around the palace as he carried Scott to where his allies were waiting.

"What the..." Gem's jaw nearly hit the floor as she quickly realised Scott wasn't just an elf.

"No clue, he didn't want to talk, then fainted," fWhip shrugged. 

"You're not killing him?" Sausage raised an eyebrow. It was quite a shock to everyone Scott's head was still firmly attached to the rest of him.

"He might be useful in case anyone tries to mess with my claim to Rivendell," fWhip shrugged as well as he could with Scott in his arms. "Might also annoy some cod-lovers, keep them from doing something stupid," he added, not voicing his actual thoughts. Gem liked peace, it was a shock she agreed to join the war with Rivendell.

"Yeah, no matter what you do they won't start a war if you have Scott, worried you might kill him," Pearl nodded as always adept at deciphering fWhip's real intentions.

"And even if they do it'll look bad to Katherine and Pix," Gem nodded. fWhip knew his sister so well.

Sausage was shockingly quiet. Smirking. fWhip raised an eyebrow at him. "What?"

"Nothing, I'm just shocked you got out of there that fast with how much shinier Scott is now," Sausage chuckled and everyone but the even more horrified elven council giggled. Even Gem.

"That's ridiculous, and who like who, but I expected you'd be protesting more, GemGem," he rolled his eyes. Yeah, sure, Scott's horns were shiny.

"Well, you could have done worse," She shrugged.

fWhip grumbled as he locked the unconscious elf in his carriage. He left the elf in there, under tight guard while quickly finishing what required him. Before the sun even started to rise was back and ready to go home. Even without Scott's influence, Rivendell was too damn cold for him.

And Scott was still seemingly asleep. Apparently, he woke up at some point and ate the food fWhip had someone bring him. But as he settled in his seat fWhip noticed that Scott wasn't asleep but just sitting there numbly staring ahead. Slumped in the most uncomfortable way possible. "Scott?" fWhip asked. Nothing. fWhip huffed. He was not used to being ignored. "Major," he snapped his fingers in front of  Scott's face. 

Elven king finally looked at him. But didn't move or say anything. Just moved his eyes to look at fWhip with the same blank expression. fWhip's annoyance was growing. "Just looking at you makes my joints hurt, sit properly," he requested with his best glare. Scott just shrugged.

"Don't care..." the elf said before leaning onto the side of the carriage. 

fWhip's blood boiled. Was Scott counting on annoying fWhip being the fastest way off the world? Hell no, fWhip was keeping him no matter his attitude. So he pulled Scott to his feet and sat him properly. "Don't think that giving me attitude will do you any favours," fWhip practically growled. "You're doing what I tell you to do whether you like it or not," he grumbled but Scott's attitude didn't change. 

"Whatever," Scott said, monotone and annoying.

fWhip scoffed. "You were so lively in your throne room, what got you so down since then?" fWhip asked leaning back. He didn't feel like sleeping just yet so he might as well mess with Scott a bit. Try to get any reaction out of him.

"It doesn't matter, and you don't actually care," Scott was really grinding his nerves with the attitude. Well, he had ways of getting rid of it. At home. Just had to stop himself from strangling the elf before they got there. Or from traumatising his retinue.

"Humour me. Grimlands' a fair distance away, we have time," fWhip mused with a toothy grin. "I could tell you about mating rituals and cycles of dragons instead," he added, finally getting a slight reaction in the form of Scott's eyes widening slightly and the elf stiffening.  Was being half-dragon that bad?

Scott was silent for a moment. "Xornoth," he said and fell silent once more.

fWhip waited for him to elaborate. But nothing further left Scott's annoyingly pretty lips. Annoying, he thought. But it made sense. Frankly, if it were Gem that was possessed by a demon he'd be in an even worse state than Scott. "That's it? We still have a couple of days to fill," fWhip hummed. "Anything you'd like to know about half-dragons?" he graciously asked before going into all the spicy details of dragons' mating preferences. Or at least half-dragon, as was the case with them. And he knew a lot, being one most of his life.

"Aren't you tired?" Scott glared, half-heartedly. He clearly hated his new status and appendages. 

"Not really," fWhip shook his head. And descended into chattering about the biology of dragons and how it translated to him and now Scott.

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Make Use Of Me (chapter 1, preview)

Dec. 7 EDIT: ONCE MORE, WITH BRAVERY THIS TIME. No more chickening out. You can read this thing FOR REAL now. Sorry for being weird, and now....sorry if this wasn't worth it. XD

O-OK...here goes....

First thing's first: I am not expecting a lotta people to read this. I'm not asking people to read this. At this point, I'm making this mostly as a passion project, and if anyone enjoys it, it'll be a really cool bonus. My writing style isn't gonna be for everyone, and the characters I write aren't the most....popular characters in the CRK X Reader community, and I imagine this isn't really something a lotta fans'll be demanding more of.

This is LONG. This one chapter is 56 pages long. I am a VERY wordy writer,

So......why'm I posting this preview? Well....partially as an interest gauge for people who WOULD wanna read it, but...mostly as a motivator. As something to remind myself of whenever I get lazy. After all....I can't quit after I made the first chapter public, right? By doing that, I put myself out there...And, hey, I even tagged it, so, if by the off chance, someone did read it, I'm basically promising them more eventually.....

But, again, I'm not forcing anyone to read this.

Not only is it long, but.....This first chapter is probably my least-favorite thing I've ever written. By posting this chapter by itself, I'm testing to see if it does its job of making people wanna read the rest, cuz....right now, I'm not so sure how well it succeeds at that.....

This is the boring part of the story. It's a bunch of setup, and me jumping through hoop after hoop after hoop to just get everything started. I know setup is important and all, but....I'm already a very wordy writer, so....oof....There is some interesting stuff that happens, but it takes a while to get there.

I-I....kinda hate it, actually. The only reason I didn't scrap it is that I didn't realize I hated it until I was about halfway through it and the "good part" hadn't started yet. And I still spent a month writing the thing, so....I finished it.

I'm tagging this...as an experiment. If you wanna read this, go ahead. W-well, read my tags first, THEN go ahead. XD

All I can really say in this chapter's defense is that....I do try my best to salvage it. It's just setup, but I TRIED to make it interesting. And everything that seems like it didn't go anywhere, will later. This isn't the whole story, it's just the beginning of what's gonna be a BIG story. Anything that seems weird in this chapter, gets explored in the other chapters. This does set up a bunch of stuff that becomes important later (The friend character shows up later, the Colosseum becomes relevant later). This chapter is boring, but I tried not to make any of it pointless.

For the future: I'm aiming for five chapters. Chapters 2 and 3 will be a series of smaller vignettes that take place over the course of a few years, chapter 4 will be the climax, and chapter 5 will be something of an epilogue. After that, there will be two endings to choose from (which will make sense when we get there).

This probably won't be my favorite thing I've ever written, but it will be the most ambitious thing I've ever, and probably will ever, write. I haven't written something like this before, and it's all to flesh out this story and make it believable.

Right now, I.....I want to finish this. I'll probably still be writing this in February at the rate I'm going, but...at this point, I've put too much into it to give up on it. However, I'm STILL not completely ruling out the idea of my motivation dying before then. It COULD happen. So, what I'm planning to do is...setting a short-term goal of finishing chapter 3. After I do that, I'll post the first three chapters on AO3 together, and work on the rest. That way, even if I don't finish it, I'll at least have it over half done, and chapter 3 will end on a somewhat high note.

So, yyyyeah....Not a lotta people will read this preview. Overly wordy writing style + boring setup part of story + 56 pages long + assumed lack of interest for X Readers of this character (At least, I haven't SEEN many simps for her, m-maybe I'm wrong, I might be, I-I haven't checked any tags cuz I've been nervous, b-but it doesn't make my writing any better. In that case, this is my first time writing her so I'm trying super hard to do her justice >//////<)

I-if you wanna read this, and see if this first chapter does a good job of making you wanna read the better chapters, then...Go ahead.....

Some notes:

-This is still not the final draft. It's finalized enough for me to share, but I'm still not considering it finished. Even tho I'm working on chapter 3 right now, I STILL go back and edit this, even very recently. So, chances are, even if the story is finalized, small details and sentences are still subject to change. I know for a fact that there are still SOME placeholder bits in here that will change after I get some stuff cleared up. Recently, I even considered chopping off an entire section to make it shorter. I decided not to, but hey, it could still happen. I don't wanna waste anyone's time. The first chapter of a story, even if it's boring, is still very important, and I wanna make sure it's the best version of itself.

(A-and yes, this means that I've finished chapter 2 as well. The reason I'm not sharing it is that, unlike chapter 1, it was finished VERY recently, so I might still need to give myself time to edit it. From what I have, tho, I do like it a LOT more than chapter 1. There are some parts of chapter 2 that I'm legit proud of.)

-Even tho this first chapter is completely clean, I-I should mention that....this fic is for adults. The full version, at least. Chapters 3 and 4 are gonna contain some light N/S/F/W moments (the "fade to black" variety, so nothing explicit) and there'll be other slightly racey comments here and there. Just a heads-up. I'm gonna be uncomfy with minors reading this.

Th-that's all? I-I think that's all.......O-OK, so......h-here goes..... E-enjoy....

[yakuzacanons]

i need need NEED some Daigo getting freaky with his s/o in his office in the Tojo Headquarters before an important meeting. Just to release some of that built up tension before he has to go back to chairman mode. 😉

SKSKSKSK on it boss o7 fr tho you're so right, headcanon below da cut and thanks for waiting, I know it took me a while to get back to a lot of the older asks but I love you guys. 18+ below the cut I best not catch you 18 and younger folks peeping.

Daigo isn't the type of guy to just be like "I demand office sex". Majority of the time, sex for him is very private and he tends to keep things under wraps, especially when others are around as he has a reputation to uphold.

It's typical for Daigo to have sex just about anywhere in his house, as it's HIS house and the only other person there is usually you and maybe a couple of bodyguards out front. When he's terribly horny, he'll have sex in his private car on long rides but almost always he tries to keep it as secluded as possible as he wants to give you his undivided attention and be away from the demands of his work.

Unfortunately for Daigo, and fortunately for you, things don't always go his way. Daigo has yet to learn he can't just control everything all the time, including his own urges, so when he gets VERY needy at work and cannot get away, he ends up walking around full of pent up angst and stress, snapping at some of his employees in a manner that is extremely out of character for the typically level headed and almost docile Daigo.

Most of the employees just think he's stressed about the upcoming meeting and give him extra space in hopes it'll clear his head, which only makes Daigo sulk more. His coworkers and employees are just far enough away for his thoughts to occupy him further but still closely enough that he couldn't just jerk it off without risking being caught. Eventually, he'll grit his teeth and realize he's got to do something about this or this meeting will go terribly and everyone will have a miserable day, him especially.

He likely catches you somewhere in the hallway of the Tojo Clan meeting, casually chatting with an employee. It makes Daigo fume even more seeing how relaxed you are, only heightening his need to have you right this second. He cuts into the conversation, almost rudely but trying to be polite as he can muster, with a straight to the point but subtle "Can I talk to you in my office real quick? Before my meeting." while he totally ignores whoever it is you were just talking to. If you don't immediately leave with Daigo, he'll loudly clear his throat, nearly scaring the poor employee you were talking to, and repeat himself by saying "I really need to speak to you. It's important."

Either way, he ends up dragging you to his office, quite literally too. You've barely taken a few steps before your hand is in his and his pace begins quickening. For a moment, Daigo worries if anyone's noticing he's taking you to his office but also he questions if he even cares right now. He's a man on a very important mission.

When the two of you finally enter his office, he quickly closes the door and gently locks it, making sure no one hears the lock turning or the door closing, trying to maintain what little amount of discreetness he had left in him. You lean casually against his desk, head tilted in confusion before letting out an exasperated "What's going on, Daigo? Tell me."

Boy oh boy does he tell you alright. Within seconds, his lips are pressed hard against yours. He's got his arms wrapped around you, his hips pushing you against the desk, and it becomes painfully obvious what he needed to "talk" to you about. He finally breaks the kiss, blushing bright red, and apologizes profusely for just coming onto you like that. Typically, Daigo is THE definition of a gentleman. The kind of guy to sweep you off of your feet, to romance the hell out of you first. He's ashamed of himself.

He turns away in embarrassment but your hand gently cups his face, making him face you. He half meets your gaze, torn between continuing what he started or just stopping while he still can. He gets his answer when you say "Is this what you need, Daigo? Tell me the truth." His gaze finally meets yours, almost shockingly quickly compared to how shy he was just a moment ago. He nods before saying "I do need this. I need you. I don't know if I can do any of this" he pauses, gesturing vaguely at the papers on his desk, the crowded calendar with today's meeting circled in red before continuing "without you."

A knock at the door interrupts both of your thoughts. An employee's voice rings through: "Sir? The meeting starts in about five minutes." Daigo calls back in response, letting the staff know he'd be out shortly and to proceed to the meeting room ahead of him. He turns back to you, still unsure if he's upset or hurt you. He gets his answer when you press a tender kiss to his lips. He pulls back slightly, surprised that you aren't mad at him. You chuckle lightly at his boyish response. He's still the same gentlehearted man you fell in love with. All his doubts are erased when you say "You've got five minutes, honey. Make it count."

That's all you had to say. Immediately, he's back to where he was, lips pressed against yours, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth as he picks you up and gently places you on the desk, knocking over the calendar that was just a moment ago so very important. He doesn't have time to strip so just getting it out will do for him but with you, he's practically ripped your clothes of you, desperate to see you in all of your glory.

Your mind reels at his unbridled fury. You've never seen him like this before. Honestly, it surprises Daigo himself that he can even do any of this. Before he can even realize what his body is doing, he's leaving a wet trail of kissing down your neck and body while you try desperately not to make a single sound lest that employee is for some reason still behind the door.

Daigo prefers to take his time but right now that's the one thing he doesn't have. He apologizes softly in your ear before entering you. You cover your mouth and close your eyes, mustering as much strength as you can to keep yourself from just bursting out with moans of joy. His pace is frantic, clearly needy, needier than he's ever been in his life. Even with his clothes still on, you can feel every contour of his muscles. Your hands run through his hair, his black locks becoming loosened from their typically well laid positions. Daigo knows how to get to you. You know how to get to him. He loves that about you.

The harder he slams into you, the harder it is for you to keep your resolve. He's having trouble keeping it together too. Knowing the both of you are doing your best to keep this hidden, to make it in time for his meeting, to get away with as little suspicion as possible, just puts the both of you over the edge. Before either of you can realize it, he's pulling you in tightly, forcefully pushing himself between your legs as he finishes. When you realize what's happening and see him before you, his hair just out of place with black tendrils of it hanging down into his eyes, clouded and hazy with desire, you can't hold it back anymore either. The two of you collapse onto the desk, panting in the frenetic glory of what just happened, still not fully believing this isn't a dream.

Another insistent knock at the door wakes the both of you, driving home the message that his is very much reality. The same employee's voice rings out, letting Daigo know he's only got a minute left. The two of you look at each other and giggle quietly, relishing in what you just did. Daigo stands back up, pushing his hair out of his face and rearranging his clothes while you stand up and gather your clothes off the floor before ducking into a corner of the office, clear of the view of the door. Daigo straightens up, deeply exhaling, giving you one last passionate kiss. He pulls away and looks at you, lost for words. You just give him an assured nod and with that for encouragement, he opens the door, making sure you're clear from any prying eyes in the hallway, closing it gently behind him.

[marshallpupfan]

Marshall Merchandise Update... Kinda.

Okay, so... funny story. Do any of you remember that merchandise update I made near the beginning of the year? The one where I said my aunt found some items of Marshall, so she bought them for me as a Christmas gift? One was a plush of Mighty (Movie) Marshall, which I said I already owned, and the other was that cube plush of Charger from Rubble & Crew (she thought it was Marshall because of the red hat). Well...

As it turns out, I was wrong about something!

It's not the same plush after all! I mean, it's basically the same style, yet one's slightly smaller and has a plastic nose. I didn't realize it at the time, but placing them side-by-side, it's quite obvious now. Huh... I'm pretty sure these were released around the same time, so I wonder why they made two different versions? The left's from Walmart, while I think the other's from Meijer. How interesting...

While I'm here, I might as well show off a brand new item I found.

This is... er... dang, why do I have such bad luck with cameras? I keep saying I'll break down and buy myself a better one someday, and... well, I probably could, if I stopped buying so much merchandise of Marshall. Hang on, maybe if I turn the flash off, that'll...

...oh my. Alright, back to my $40 TracFone cellphone camera.

Well, that's... better. Still not the results I was hoping for, but it'll have to do. In any case, this is a brand new item I found recently at a Meijer. I suppose this is what we'll get from now on, instead of those True Metal vehicles? Admittedly, I thought "Pup Squad" was something specifically for The Mighty Movie, but I see the merchandise is carrying on with that branding. I don't think they've actually said pup squad in the TV series, unless it was mentioned somewhere in the Mighty Movie (I still haven't seen it, so I've no idea).

One last item, which is...

...a common Marshall figurine and his firetruck? Wait, don't I own one already? Ah, I do... but I found a bunch of these at a flea market for $2.50, so I thought it'd be fun to have one in its original, undamaged, unopened packaging! Admittedly, I was hoping it was one of the first toys of him released back in 2013, but the copyright info instead says it's from 2019. Ah well, it still looks rather nice!

Of course... it'll look much better without that big sticker. Geez, did they have to make it so big? Stickers like that tend to be difficult to remove, since they come apart so easy and leave sticky residue.

Thankfully, I was able to get it off just fine, due to taking my time and whatnot. It pretty much looks good as new now! Of course, now I just need to find a spot for it...

...Someday.

...Eventually.

Oh, speaking of finding a spot for something...

My aunt recently gave me this small display case, and I thought about incorporating it somewhere in my collection. Perhaps I can use it to house some of my favorite and/or rare pieces of merchandise, like that hard-to-find Christmas ornament from 2016? It's kind of big, so I've no idea where I can put it yet, but I'll find a spot for it...

...Someday.

...Eventua- okay, I'll try to find a spot for it before the third movie releases in 2026, I swear! lol