#your character cave screw with him a bit.))

[chiikasevennn]

(this has topics of murder and yandere.....and stuff PLS DELETE IF URE NOT COMFY IM SORRY HUHUHU)

haia omg i have no idea if you're still open or no but i really like whenever writers dive into the more darker aspects of a character or how especially when a process of basically ascending to something what you would consider non human (monarch in this case) and how this affects a character like does this make them less humane or posssiblllyy twist their morals??

like as we can see with jinwoo his morals is err well yeah there but we can see times where he is willing to commit crimes if the time calls it (often the system forcing him to it) but like what happens when he finally swallows the system as a whole?? LIKE since now there is no third party to force him to do murder or what not will his way of thinking change too? like i imagine when he first murdered the guys in the cave very early on in the series you think that maybe he thought that it wasn't that bad..??

I can honestly see it more if it was another scenario and we add in the aspect of the reader or I'll call [name] whwhw.. I feel like Jinwoo is the type to actually lose his sense of humanity just for the sake of [name] or keeping them safe like the two probably was close but had to separate in their own ways but when they meet again [name] can barely recognzie Jinwoo and i dont mean physically or what not it's more like he lost his warmth and seems more... unsettling.. like do you know the feeling of watching those analogue horror or watching anything eerie and you get that feeling that somethings off in a scene that seems normal but you know something is OFF. yeah i feel like that's what [name] would feel ✊.

I just wanna hear your opinion on a more screwed up Jinwoo because as muchhh as i love the fluffy cutie jinwoo i also love delving into the topics of jinwoo just going batshit insane 🤯🙏

-🌟🎀

ABSOLUTELY!

Jinwoo x Reader

Your wish is my command, pookie bear.

Warning(s): YANDERE, nothing much, maybe too short? Not a fic or oneshot lol js my crazy thoughts

Also guys ples comment and say something ...

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Jinwoo himself was already prepared to walk through fire just for his family, and that was just platonic love. Imagine how insane he'd be for a significant other that he loves way too deeply.

Hello???? Like I feel his dedication and love for darling would be higher than the heavens especially if they're already there for him during his lowest part in life.

My hunch is he's a chill yandere; he adores you and wouldn't pull any outrageously crazy stunts directly at you. Instead, he might convey lessons through various means, like allowing uncomfortable scenarios to set up, then emerging from the shadows he casted beneath your silhouette to rescue you.

Like a "savior" yandere. Your knight and sole protector.

He'd be more possessive ig if his crazy fans found out about you, particularly if they desire him to be romantically involved with Hae-In in the name of being a power couple. Jinwoo literally and genuinely didn't give a damn when they trash-talked him.

But hey, fans can be krezi

ALSO HELLO LIKE WHAT IF THOSE CRAZY ASSHOLES START HARASSING YOU ON WORK OR IN SOCIAL MEDIA (like leaving you death threats or rudely demanding you to break up w him bc apparently according to them, you don't deserve him)? Lol he'd be willing to do something about them, so good luck reasoning against him if you don't want bloodshed!!!

He'd convince you to not work anymore if that was in store for you.

"... Woo, you know I can't just quit work like that and have you become the breadwinner for the two of us. You're getting financially better and I'm proud, but I can't jus—"

"Shh," He'd tenderly cup your cheeks with his eyes overflowing with love and concern, every bit of his attention dedicated to you. "Is it so bad for me to want no dangers coming to you?"

"You're also being unintentionally put into unavoidable situations whenever you're in public. Love, you remember what happened last time, right?" He'd add. With a kiss on your forehead, he said, "I'll provide for you, you don't have to work. I can't stand how they're looking at you."

Jinwoo would mumble the final words gently before pulling back. He'd whisper them solely for your ears, aware that you wouldn't interpret that knowledge negatively anymore—it would now simply reflect his worry for your welfare and highlight his character as the tender and loving partner he was.⁠ ♡

[fallingdownhell]

May I request Zhongli, Itto, Kaveh and Cyno with an s/o who's got crazy good luck? They could win any challenge or game presented to them, never get hurt (to badly), and are always making loads of cash (somehow).

I can imagine at least one of those characters getting jealous over something like this.. Characters Included: Itto; Cyno; Zhongli; Kaveh Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; crack??; some fluff and comedy; nothing too serious here, just some funny headcanons Word count: 942 words Have fun with this<3

Itto

the man, the myth, the legend himself..

he gets SO incredibly jealous. When he challenges you jokingly at first, and you keep winning against him..

His pride is on the line here, okay?

you win a match of TCG against his amazing deck? That's fine, he can always challenge you for another round

but when you keep on winning and winning, he gets more and more desperate with each passing round

okay, screw TCG. How about a beetle fight? He's sure to win this, no doubt about it!

...what do you mean he lost again?

he's heartbroken. Will fall to the ground in disbelief. Have the gods truly forsaken him now?

a little drama queen about it, but it wouldn't be the Itto you know and love if he wouldn't act like this

still, you do feel a bit bad about it. To the point where you decide to only do the bare minimum and let him win against you, so he'll cheer up again

when he does win, his spirit is back up again immediately, bloating about his superior victory for the rest of the day. Like, seriously, he won't shut up about it anymore

unless someone were to mention all his previous losses, then he's back to sulking again

however, the next day, all is forgiven and forgotten again

Cyno

one night, after dinner, he was talking about his new deck in TCG when you decided to ask him if he could teach you how to play

immediate sparkles in his eyes as he gets all excited and pulls out a new set of cards for you. He's been waiting for this day to come!

takes his time to explain the rules to you and helps you build your deck. If you ask him questions, he answeres them paitently

then comes the time for your first duel. Even though you are his partner and it's your first ever match, he doesn't plan to go easy on you. Well, maybe a bit, but he still will take this match very seriously

But when you end up winning against him, he's dumbfounded. How did you manage to do that?

He'd quietly mumble something about beginners luck, then challenges you to a rematch. This time, he plans to go all out

...and he looses again

now thourougly confused, he's looking at his cards like he might find the answer in them, while you are laughing your ass off. Your stomach hurts from all the laughing, but you can't calm down. Cyno's just so cute when he looks so shaken up

it's a mystery to him, how you could win against him, despite him having the better cards, the better deck and obviously having more expierence playing the game

in the end, he does swallow down his pride and congratulates you to your win, though he will work his deck over and challenge you again at a later point in time

Zhongli

as an adventurer, it is unavoidable that people get injured every now and then. It's just a risk that comes with the profession

and yet, Zhongli has never seen an injury on you more severe than a cut and maybe some darker bruises

don't get him wrong, he's glad that you're not getting hurt all the time. It's just that your stories and the results don't match up most of the time

"And get this. Then, a huge rockfall comes falling down in our direction! Can you imagine that?" "Darling, that's very serious. How did you manage to avoid that?" "I don't know. Guess I just got lucky. I only got hit my a small one on the head, but it wasn't even big enoug to give me a concussion, so all's good!"

"I almost fell down a cliff today!", "A group of Ruin hunters attacked us today!", "We got locked in a cave, but luckily, they were connected to other caves, so we got out no problem."

almost every other day, you come home with a similar story and every time, Zhongli questions just how much luck one single human can possess to come out mostly unharmed every single time

still, every time you set out for work, he can't help but worry about you. What if one day, your luck runs out on you? You reassure him that you're careful, but it does little to appease his mind when you come home with yet another tale to tell...

Kaveh

Kaveh isn't one for gambling, never has been and never will be. Though, he knows that you like to induldge from time to time, so when you invite him to come along with you, he agrees

and then he witnesses you winning each and every game you partake in. Doesn't matter how rigged the games might be, you make it look so simple

with a huge grin on your lips, your arms raise into the air as you declare your victory one again, and he's left dumbfounded

when he catches a quiet moment, he can't help but ask you about it

"I don't know. I just always had really good luck when it comes to those type of games.", would be your nonchalant explanaition

now he gets why you don't go out to play more often. You'd get banned from every single location if you were to do this regularely

Going home from a place like this with such a massive win.. he's too stunned to speak, but nonetheless very impressed and proud of you for it

will accompany you more often when you want to go out to gamble again, just to see your excited and joyful expression again

[multifandoms27-blog]

Early morning

Content: Adrian “Alucard” Tepes x gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: I’m on phone so apologies if the format is weird.

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Every morning, Adrian gets up and makes you a splendid breakfast, complete with a coffee brewed with love. He knows how you like your breakfast, how you like your coffee. He’s spent so much time with you, he gets it to a T.

Even when he’s worn out from helping nearby villages fend off from night creatures, he still manages to make you comfortable. Never takes time for himself, no matter how much you may beg and plead.

Finally, his body caves in. He’s fast asleep by the time you wake up one morning, and you decide to make him comfortable. Slipping out of bed, making sure not to wake him, you ran to the kitchen to start preparing his breakfast.

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Alucard woke up without you next to him. His nightgown twisted around his legs and his skin felt hot. He had been under the covers for too long. Getting out of bed, his nightgown reaching past his knees, he opted to change before meeting you wherever you were. He guessed the kitchen.

He gasped. The kitchen! Breakfast! Hurriedly, he put on black pants and a white blouse before rushing to the kitchen. He wanted to start on your breakfast right away - you must be starving!

To his surprise, you were already in the kitchen, his apron on you, spatula in hand, and pan sizzling. He stopped. You were cooking. For him.

“Hi honey, how’d you sleep?”

“…Fine. What’s all this?”

“Well I hope it was more than fine, you slept for a while!” You grinned. “More than you have in a long time.”

“I know, and I’m sorry I did, I-“

“Adrian, stop. Let me take care of you for once.” You placed a hand on his chest. “I made eggs, sausage, and I’m working on the pancakes.”

“Need any help?” Alucard offered.

“No, you just sit down. I made you some coffee for you to sip on.” You reached over and grabbed a cup off of the coffee machine, quickly added what he liked and handed it to him with a smile.

Adrian reflected your smile, and moved to sit at the table. While your back was turned to him, he took a sip of the coffee. It…had an interesting taste. One that made his face scrunch up in disgust. He put it down and tried his hardest not to chuck it out of one of the windows behind him.

When you presented breakfast to him, admittedly he was a little hesitant. If your coffee was anything like it, he was scared. But when he bit into the pancake, he was surprised to find it perfectly fluffy. The sausage had the perfect amount of char on them, with brown insides. The eggs were perfectly scrambled, though its hard to screw up scrambled eggs. But the seasoning was on point.

As he was chowing down on the food, you were watching with admiration. “So I take it you like it?”

“Yes, darling. It is exquisite.”

You giggled and reached over and took a sip of his coffee. Your own face distorted in disgust. “Eugh! I can’t believe I made you drink this, I’m so sorry hon.”

“I don’t mind.” He minded.

“Maybe I should leave the coffee making to you…” You sigh dejectedly.

“You okay?” Adrian asked.

“I just wanted the breakfast to be perfect.” You put your head in your hand.

“It is perfect. One small, bad thing isn’t going to ruin this moment, my love.” He put a hand on your shoulder. “This breakfast is perfect already, because it was made by the person I love most.”

You look up at him. “Really?”

“Really.”

You grin again, lean in and kiss him. “Eat up, Lulu, we have plenty more.”

“Are you going to eat?” Adrian asked.

“I will, after you’ve had your fill.”

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Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

[chaifootsteps]

hb could have actually worked Stolas in to the 'Blitz needs to believe people can love him so he won't die alone' plot without it being so disgusting and yucky

OK so hear me out - everything plays out the same up to Ozzie's

then in s2-4 instead of doing The Circus and making Stolas the main character, we stay with Blitz. if S1 was about who he's hurt in the past s2 is the point at which he begins trying to mend fences, but actively instead of the writers just forcing him to do it because he realized in Ozzie's he doesn't like how things are now

have the 'crashed Moxxie's anniversary' actually pay off with M&M being frostier than usual and Blitz being afraid he's about to lose them too. have Loona be annoyed when Blitz is overbearing when she's trying to make new friendships and accidentally sabotaging them with his over-protectiveness

have it be a story of Blitz simultaenously trying to make it up to people from the past (not all of whom forgive him) while he's trying to avoid repeating the same mistakes in the present with his new family

have the circus accident be more directly his fault - maybe he's practicing a stunt to win his father's love and causes the fire that way, even though he obviously didn't mean to

and have him begin to be emotionally vulnerable in small ways and he feels it pay off when others respond in kind instead of mocking or hating him like he fears. Trash 'Oops' as an episode but keep the emotional beat of Fizz forgiving him being the turning point for Blitz forgiving himself a bit, too, because Fizz's forgiveness is the thing he's secretly longed for during the entire show (next to Barbie's, who should also get vastly more screentime). have arcs to handle each of the main cast and flesh out IMP first and foremost

then as he begins to heal and treat people better, return to the Ozzie's plotline. have it be a thread throughout s2 of following Blitz's perspective of the fallout, not Stolas'. Show how confused he is by what Stolas is doing and why he's so happy to avoid him for those months off. have him make small comments to the people in his life about how deeply unhappy Stolas makes him and have them actually notice, because Blitz hated himself so much before he just rationalized what was being done to him as something he deserved

have the full moon argument play out as-is, but instead of what happens during apology tour, have Blitz think what he needs to do is apologize to Stolas to complete his character growth and love someone. Except make it clear to the audience that he has nagging doubts about all this - especially when Stolas pulls the 'I can't believe you didn't ditch taking your daughter to the doctor's office to come save me despite sending your employees to help because I fundamentally don't value your family or your time' card

And then right when it looks like he's about to cave and give Stolas what he wants - he doesn't.

He tells Stolas now he's learnt to love himself and he has people in his life again who've proven to him that he can be cherished and his worst self won't be rejected so long as he puts the work in to make things right when he screws up. He tells Stolas he used to think the owl was the closest thing to real love he could ever have - feeling used, abused and degraded. But he knows better than that now and he isn't about to let a pompous self absorbed royal bully him into being the perfect consort he wants. He goes further than that, even, telling Stolas he was bought to be his friend and pitied him from the start - and even now he wouldn't trade places with him even if he could

Because Blitz has rebuilt his life by looking in the mirror, holding himself to task and trying to be better. Meanwhile Stolas - who has had every advantage Blitz hadn't and could have chosen every step to do things differently - has actively pushed away both Via and Blitz with his 'never my fault, promise to do differently while getting worse all the time' behavior

Then Blitz walks out of his life for good, because now he has regained a sense of self worth he can see that he deserves better than the "love" Stolas was offering

and the one person he does apologize to, besides Barbie/Fizz/Moxxie/Verosika/etc? Striker. He apologizes for calling him a supremacist (still happens in this rewrite but as a sign of how hard Blitz is trying not to think that Striker has a point about Stolas) and that he isn't interested in fighting with him any longer

And Striker just responds with a smile, because he knows it means what he hoped all along would happen, has happened. Blitz is finally free from Stolas - and when he's ready he can move on to a love who respects him instead of just wanting to use him

I want this. If we can't have this in canon because Viv is Viv, I'm glad we have it here and now.

[greedystevie]

SECRET

not as it seems part one

college!steve x college!fem oc

summary: you and steve are in a "secret" relationship and your best friend/roommate doesn't know

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) oral (fem receiving) fingering

word count: 1.9k

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

authors note: okay this is actually a little bit of a novel i've been working on but i named one of the main character's steve so now i just keep thinking about steve harrington whenever i write for it (probably why i've written 2k words in like 3 days when i've been in a drought) so this is not a y/n insert but i don't describe the fem!main character in any specific way so go and imagine yourself :) but also don't be surprised if this disappears in the future

“Beatrice! Hurry up, we're going to be late!” Thomasina called down the hallway to a distracted Beatrice. A Beatrice who was too busy fantasizing about her crush Steven.

While Beatrice was busy trying on pretty dresses and making herself up to try and ask out the guy of her dreams at this party he was showing up to  their shared New York apartment for Thomasina. Beatrice comes out of her room to see who came in to see Steve- she almost falls to the floor. “Oh uh, hi Steven I didn’t know you were coming over. Did Cece let you in?” Beatrice tucked her hair behind her ear. Posing herself as she tried to come across desirable.

Steve cocked his eyebrow up as he wondered what the fuck she was doing, “yeah she did.” He ended up responding.

Thomasina came out with a couple of drinks, handing one of them to Steve. “Finally she emerges from her cave,” she giggled, stepping towards her friend.

“I uh, heard the door open and shut so I came to see what was going on. Also,” Beatrice grabbed a random garment off the back of a chair. “I’ve been looking for this everywhere.” Huffing out back towards her bedroom.

“I always forget how much she flirts with me,” Steve chuckles softly.

“Probably because she has a-“ Thomasina stopped before she told her best friend's secret. Even if it was about her boyfriend, to her boyfriend. She could never do that.

“What?” Steve asked.

“Oh nothing,” Thomasina stepped close enough to touch his chest. “It doesn’t really matter anyway.”

Steve tenderly placed his hands on her hips, bringing her body closer to him. Locking lips with hers in a heated makeout session. Gripping the edges of her thin t-shirt Steve slipped his hands onto her smooth skin. Fingertips feeling every bone, every twitch of her muscle as he climbed up further towards her breast.

Just as their shirts were coming off and things started to steam up between them Beatrice could be heard coming back into the living area. Thomasina jumped off of Steve. Frantically searching for the articles of clothing while Steve stood still trying to hide his ever growing erection with his hands. She tossed him his shirt and he quickly put it on. Thomasina scurried behind the long sofa to put hers on, pretending to look for something she dropped. Popping up over the couch after Beatrice had been standing frozen at the edge of the room for who knows how long.

Thomasina sauntered over towards Steve, a jacket that had been on the floor for days gripped in one hand, the other grazing his erection. Steve flinched, screwing his eyes shut as he calmed the rising reaction inside himself. Thomasina smirked to the ground before turning towards Beatrice, “hello again Bea.” Thomasina smiled. Slipping past her towards the hall closet to finally put the jacket away. No thought in her head about possibly cleaning it.

Beatrice didn’t budge from her spot, continuing to stare longingly at Steve as if he might vanish at any moment. He was visibly becoming uncomfortable by her gaze by the time Thomasina came back to lean on the couch near him. Side-eyeing his muscular profile as discreetly as she could, stifling a giggle as she saw him still trying to hide his bulge. Sighing and heaving herself off the sofa Thomasina started, “Bea- are you-“ she was interrupted.

“What is he doing here? I don’t remember inviting him?” Beatrice let out a high pitched half giggle near the end. Her nerves finally subsided.

“Sally sent him over to drive us to the party,” the lie came out so smoothly.

“Why couldn’t she make it?”

“Last minute errand I think,” Thomasina scratched her head trying to remember specifics. Specifics that didn’t exist.

“Hm,” Beatrice touched her pointer finger and thumb to her chin in thought. “How ‘bout you Steven? Did she tell you anything specific?”

“No,” he shook his head.

Beatrice nodded in response. Backing away towards the front door, “okay. I guess I’ll head downstairs then. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

“Are you sure you’re ready to go?” Thomasina asked.

“Oh yeah,” she sniffed. Closing the door behind her.

Steve relaxed as she turned away. The tension in his shoulders instantly lifting, “finally.” He breathed out. Cracking his knuckles which sent shivers down Thomasina’s spine. Her breath hitched in her throat as she took a moment to remember how to move her chest up and down to let air in. Thomasina spun back around to face Steve, the last thing on her mind was to go meet Beatrice down in the lobby.

After a few moments of silent tension between them Steve took a couple long strides, closing the gap between them. Removing his black cotton t-shirt and tossing it to the brick wall, revealing the few tattoos he had hidden on his chest and back. Thomasina delicately reached out to touch her lanky secret boyfriend. Feeling his rough skin underneath her fingertips as he gripped her hips to bring her closer to him. Snaking her arms around his neck at a snails pace, slowly bringing his head closer to her lips. Tenderly pecking his mouth, tugging at his hair. Bodies in sync as their knees move to the floor. Steve’s fingers tug at the edges of Thomasina’s shirt. Sliding his hand up underneath it to feel the heat of her stomach on the way down to unbutton her jeans. Taking off her acid wash pants for her, lifting her feet one at a time out of the stiff fabric. Leaving her in generic cotton panties that match her cotton shirt. She started to lift the shirt over her head when Steve stood up and quickly gripped her hands to stop her. Lowly growly, “no. keep it on.”

Thomasina smirked at the request. Now she didn’t have to reveal that she wasn’t wearing a bra, although she was pretty sure he could tell. Lowering her arms back down to her sides Steve began leaving kisses on the palms of her hands, pulling her down to the floor. Before continuing he grabbed a couple of pillows off the leather couch without looking, always keeping eye contact with Thomasina. Laying her down on the rough pillows one under her head and one at the small of her back. “How's that?” he queried.

“Perfect,” Thomasina breathed out.

Steve lowered his head to her thighs, leaving soft kisses along the line of her underwear. Thomasina’s leg kicked up as a reflex when he brushed up against the one ticklish section on her body where her torso and leg meet. A quick series of giggles burst from her lungs. Steve continued to kiss down her leg and over to the other one as his motions calmed her back down. Thomasina moved her arms towards his head, letting her fingers grip chunks of his freshly washed hair. Gently tugging them towards where she wanted him, but he resisted. She huffed in frustration. His cold nose biting her flesh as he moved his face wherever he pleased.

Finally, as her consistent grip in his hair felt him move back to the middle. Steve’s eyes darted up to see Thomasina’s eyes screwed shut. Waiting for something spectacular. He smirked, snaking his fingers into the fabric of the elastic waistband of her underwear pulling it down slowly. Thomasina’s thighs constricted slightly by the excitement of him moving closer to the most needy part of her. Nuzzling the tip of his nose deep inside of her, Steve took in her intoxicating scent. Pulling it away from her and replacing it with the stroke of his fingers. “Is this okay? Does it feel good?”

All Thomasina could manage in response was a hefty moan. Steve smirked, a little bit proud of the effect he had on her. “I just want to make you happy Tom cat,” he stroked her thigh with his free hand. Taking it all the way up her torso to her breast.

“Stevie,” she groaned out in pleasure. “Faster.”

Obedient Steve pumped his fingers faster, eyes just peeking over her waist as he started to lick her pearl. Never taking his eyes off of her face. Coming up for air Steve pulled his fingers out completely, leaving Thomasina yearning for more. Licking his fingers clean of her insides before unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down part of the way. Boxer shorts following suit, covering his cock with his big hand and started to rub it back and forth a few times.

“Don’t forget the condom dumbass,” Thomasina panted.

“I thought you were on the pill?” Steve questioned. Eyebrow popping up as he pulled his pants back up for the wallet that he didn’t realize had fallen behind him.

“Doesn’t mean I want you’re dirty-“ she gagged before finishing. “Penis inside of me without a jacket on.”

Leaning back to pick up his wallet and take out one of the many fresh condoms he had tucked in it since they had started having sex. Sighing heavily as he knew she wasn’t serious. Rolling the rubber up, watching her bite her bottom lip as she watched the act. “I literally took a shower today,” Steve sighed as he settled into her with a grunt.

“I know boo,” Thomasina moaned. “Your hair is so luscious. Have you been using that shampoo I recommended?”

Steve nodded, unable to say words as light, breathy moans escaped his throat. Thomasina mimicked his actions, trying to keep the sound to a minimum. But it was hard. Wrapping her arm around his neck entwining her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck once more. “It’s done wonders for you honey bunches.” She gasped so loudly as her body shook with release.

Riding it out right with her until they were both a sweaty mess on top of each other. Heaving and giggling until the front door slammed open. Their faces covered with shock, at least until they realized it was Sally.

“You two are so lucky I slipped past Bea!” She screeched, not caring about their half naked, tangled bodies. “You are not as slick as you think you are. You are going to hurt that poor girl if you aren’t careful,” Sally stomped back out. Making sure to also slam the door shut the same way she opened it.

“What does that mean?” Steve asked, confused. Removing himself from Thomasina. Exhastedly huffing as he lays next to her on the rough floor.

“I promised I wouldn't tell,” Thomasina bit her lip. Turning to face him.

“Well if I know what’s going on maybe I can help,” he smiled sweetly at her.

Sighing Thomasina weighed the options in her mind. Ultimately deciding to tell him, “Beatrice has a crush on you.”

“Oh that,” he chuckled.

“You knew?” Thomasina sat up like a shot, “Who told you?”

“No one told me,” he grunted as his elbow slid against the floor when he struggled to sit and meet her gaze. “I figured it out.” He sighed as he gave up on trying to sit up.

Thomasina silently got up, picking up and dressing herself in the discarded cotton underwear. Going back over to her turtle of a boyfriend she bent down to grab his arm and heave him off the floor.

“Guess we better get going then,” Steve sighed as he pulled his clothing back on.

Thomasina quietly nodded in response. Not very happy about the wake up call her friend had given her, very much planning on getting wasted at this party.

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

DAMN CAP YOU COOKED THIS IS MASSIVE!! SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 72 OF PN BELOW BEWEAR!!

OHH SHE TOOK THE EARINGS WITH HER STEALING THEM ok i’m a fool right this makes sense. 

Girl. girl please. “You gotta trust me marinette I’m the only one you can trust” YOU WERE TRYING TO SCAM HER 

Love Fei, the dichotomy of man is so real with her

Damn brother what an intro, and then we snap back to Juleka pretending she is Batman. I hope she is at least enjoying running around on the rooftops she wanted to chapters ago

I genuinely can’t tell if girly has a concussion or not. I am one to be tricked by the narrator so since she’s saying she doesn’t i’m like “Oh ok, i trust you”

Aww cute Alya and Juleka friending it up real style, I like how Alya was begging panthera to find marinette, so real of her. 

Juleka: dont worry i actually do this super often

Alya: be concussed on a rooftop?

HA-

Yooo super soulmate tracking activated??

I still find the fact that Marinette said that they “speedran dating” to be hilarious

Fei panicking like this is her first sleepover is so silly style

AUGH NO MARINETTE IS NOT THE PERSON TO ADMIT YOU WANT TO KILL SOMEONE TO

Like i love girly but damn Fei you did not choose the right person to admit murderous intent to

Like maybe this is good for Fei to be told “hey girl that’s a bit far” but like let the girl get her emotions off her chest before invalidating them LB damn

Cash, my brother, fuck off. Fei, kick him in the balls, I command thee. 

She was being emotionally vulnerable! Let her have her moment! 

Damn brother, Cash really just hit Marinette with the fact that good people can do bad things for reasons they see as good, this will literally break her good people meter.

Panthera where be you

Ricky, ricky when I catch you ricky (me about Cash)

YES GIRL (marinette said screw you, i’m hype)

Oop- Marinette is fighting back, and now she pointed out the obvious (to us, not to Fei) 

Damn brother plot twist (which I forgor) 

Oh dear oh dear oh dear, poor Fei. Girly it’s ok he took advantage of you in a vulnerable state that’s not your fault augh I feel awful for her

NOOO HAWKCOCK RETURNS BAD TIMING FUCK OFF

Help “what’d her glove do?” his hysterical

She pointed at the little akuma resting on her finger, “Are you gonna eat that?”

“Obviously not! Are you- oh you are. Okay.” ok so. Can marinette eat akumas to purify them?

Hey did Fei just get a real concussion?? Exciting

Who are these random lesbians in my father’s ancient duty cave? I ACTUALLY LOST IT

Oh damn the prodigious have shown up this chapter! Nice. 

NAH NOT HAWKMOTH HAVING PTSD FROM PANTHERA HAAA

Sorry not many comments on this bit i’m too into it to write

Realest reaction to gaining super powers

Wha da hell the renlings are mad. I do not remember them from the shanghai special i just remembered big lion guy

Damn motherfucker this shit bangs

Fei having the time of her life is very fun, it’s also been rather novel to have so much not-Juleka POV lately! Though that tracks with how much you like Fei!

I do wonder if you’re going to have her show up outside of this arc or naw, I guess i shall wait and see >:3

Could these lesbians please focus? HELP FEI STOP BEING SILLY

Damn nobody wants her to kill Cash. except me, Kill him Fei. I demand thee. 

I mean i think it would permanently scar her, but yknow, character building gotta come from somewhere buddy

Goddamn!! That rocked. Fei kicked his ass, hell yeah. Glad she didn’t kill him though (shush i have layers)

Help the awkward after battle chat with Hawkmoth what is this

FEI HAS A POINT THIS IS WEIRD AS SHIT

Backstory?? For Cash?? Ohhhh its that fucker. Cash is the guy who- oh ok it’s all coming together

HELP THE CHAOS

YOOO LION AKUMA HELLLL YEAH

I’ve always thought his akuma was sick as fuck

HAWKMOTH DIED/??

HELP SO MUCH IS HAPPENING ROSE CALLED AND- GTVNBUREFI

Ok so my suspicion that Adrien will find out has dimmed, but the embers are still there. Maybe he’ll be vaporized. 

Yeah maybe now isn’t the time for impromptu therapy ladies

Hell yeah, Panthera for the emotional intelligence win you go girl

Oh no it went wrong, Fei running away from your problems doesn’t work this is an awful time to do that!

No because Fei literally challenges Marinnettes ideals of a good person, her black and white way of thinking about things has been a (interesting!) source of conflict throughout this but i don’t believe she has ever disagreed with someone in this way that she actually likes. Idk if this makes sense, basically what I’m saying is this could be an interesting way to develop her black and white view on good and evil

I have feelings about it all ok??

“I can’t think about this” YES YOU CAN LB

I’m curious when Juleka will use that power again, also what is it called?

HELP NO i am actually out of breath from how much i laughed at Juleka picking up the phone for Rose WHILE CLIMBING WHATS HIM NAME SHADOW OF THE COLLOSUS STYLE 

GIRL. HAVE SOME PRIORITIES. 

WAIT IWIAIT WIH3W

WHAY

WITA

JULEKA CALLED HER SUNBEAM? ISN’T THAT WHAT SHE CALLED ROSE AS PANTHERA OR AM I GOING INSANE

WAIT. ROSE HAS A CLUE NOW? I’M GOING INSANE CAP

CAP PLEASE

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE ROSE-JULEKA REVEAL FOR YEARS

WHEN. 

Sorry i went mad

In my head when LB was flung off the big guy she pinwheeled through the air silly style

Is. is fei just flying about crying? “A mournful cry” and “red and gold streaked above them” like. As a bird i think that counts as flying about for the fuck of it and sobbing it up real style

It has been. A week maybe more. Sorry got distracted read 1.4 mill for another work got way too invested, we are so back though

And back to Fei’s POV epic crying girl montage qued

“And it was all her fault” girl please, there is a dickhead called HM and I think it’s more his fualt than yours, get over yourself

The renlings are so cool, the dialogue you had them do was mega cool cap

Dragon renling is bad ass, personally i would name them. He is now dubbed; Daniel.

Damn move over Juleka, there’s a new therapist in down, his name is Daniel the Dragon

Oh thank fuck, when Daniel said forgive i was like bitch Cash doesn’t deserve that, but forgiving herself makes so much sense. 

Not Panthera offering to fix her makeup- Juleka is so sweet girl

“We’ve got your back, Fei.” Ladybug exclaimed, “L-Like; If you need a plan, I’ve got one. I’ve got a great plan. I just need a GIANT jug- this made me lose it. What the fuck LB what would a giant jug do pray tell

YEAH DRAGON TIME

Sorry, that piece about her dad was lovely and it was awesome to read, it swept me up so i just ended up saying dragon time

Hm how does the dragon speak if it doesn’t have lips (in my head) 

No because ack what is this plan that involves a giant vase. Panthera you go girl don’t let her get eaten by another akuma, the dinosaur was enough. What will they do for Feast if not be eaten though that is the real question

Ya girly Fei just kicked kaiju ass in under 5 minutes because their timers were going off so, current MVP of the series; Fei, followed by Juleka for her metallica moment

Aww Mei Shi is adorable

He's so nice help

WHERE DID HE GO

Also wonderful break POV, that was a good line

Get his ass gang, cash is a dick

MEI SHI IS ADORABLE YAYAY AND SMALL

Fei has like 13 friends now. Is there 12 renlings or no i can’t remember

“Ooh sounds yummy.”

“You sounded a lot more professional as a robot guardian guy.”

“I was. Now I’m small and terrible.”

“Joy.” I LOVES HIM SO MUCH HE IS SO BABY!!! If only they returned to Paris with LB and Panthera, he could be friends with plagg.

Juleka now has a favor… 

Oh yeah plagg realised he could leave the ring while Juleka is transformed. That feels like an important detail. 

“OH MY GOD I HAVE PARENTS.” i love marinette. I loved this whole interaction actually, “water under the bridge, forced under the bridge” and all that was really funny

Also the fact that Adrien didn’t know your not allowed to sleep with a concussion has me concerned. 

Oh yay!! Juleka and Fei ‘therapy’ session

“That’s our everyday Ladybug!”

“AHA. YEAH. THAT SAYING. LANKS ADRIEN. I MEAN THANKS LADRIEN. THANKS. ADRIEN. AHAH.” realest reaction to that

The ending was very cosy, lots of fun :3

Finito!!!!!!! Amazing chapter Cap, ten out of ten, no a hundred out of ten is more fitting. I look forward to what comes next >:3

DANIEL I’m wheezing

I’m so glad you enjoyed bud! I’m gonna try and keep Fei in her lane for the rest of the fic or else my favoritism will show.

as for Panthera’s “special mode”, that’s called Mass Obliteration!

Plagg leaving the ring while Panthera is transformed is a marker on how much experience she’s had being Panthera.

When characters are transformed, they absorb that Kwami’s power to wear the suit. Then they expend a lots of that magic to use their powers and if they’re young and haven’t used that miraculous much- or don’t have lots of magic in general- then that magic is pretty much depleted to nothing once that power is used and their battery runs out after five minutes.

The Kwami is like the power source to the holder’s battery/charge, with the miraculous being the chord between them. Usually you need them “plugged in” aka in the miraculous at all time when the holder is transformed. However! Panthera’s gotten so used to Plagg’s essence that even if he leaves the ring for a bit, she can stay transformed as she has a bit of his magic to naturally spare. I hope that makes sense I’m babbling. Thank you to my buddy @ghostatjoes for that lore.

The base was in the original Shanghai episode. Ladybug’s plan was to get vored and break the akuma from the inside. It had organs. Mei Shi had organs. I was so disturbed, I didn’t wanna write that— and also I felt like Ladybug overhauling Fei’s fight was wrong. That was HER villain yknow. Wanted Fei to finish it all by herself.

I’m glad you enjoyed! This was def one of my favorite chapters ever to write. I think the size is an obvious indicator. I hope you guys enjoy Season 3! It’s coming I swear. I’m just writing a fun chapter before I drag you all into my hole of hell that I’ve been stewing over for years.

[polyhexian]

Ive been wanting to know what you think about the possibility of alajasrius VERY FAR INTO THE FUTURE most likely if ever even possible, it took the aladarius ship 4 YEARS to be just hinted at becoming canon. Jasper is a very complicated character, he and Darius love eachother a lot but he also just HATES him he cant not, he ignored his baby for his whole life and only regretted it later on and after everything had gone down. All of his emotions are extremes. Alador and Darius have always just had a Thing, I could see Alador and Darius slowly getting closer and Als just wondering what the situationship with that jasper guy and darius is?? Their entire relationships just forever screwed and it just SUCKS for them! Everyones trying their very best (for Hunter of course)

Jasper needs a support system so badly, too, the most recent chapter was such a perfect example of that

god you know before i got to post canon eventually i was like "this is the one where im finally pulling the trigger on alajasrius" but ive now made darius and jasper so unbelievably obsessed with each other i forgot to even mention alador existing.

yeah i need to actually WRITE it but i have notes on it. luz took one look at hunter and said "my brother now" and i wanted to show thats a trait she picked up from her mother lol, camila takes one look at this fucking walking disaster and shes like "my brother now" or, well. friend, you know. its for the bit. but shes takes a distinct interest in "get out of your stupid cave and come to wine and soap opera night" vibes. i mean, hes her sons dad, and like, i think its hard for a parent not to sympathize on some level with him as a parent so fucking desperate to keep his baby safe. and like shes also been in a position where she lost luz, and she lost her because she failed to provide her a life she could live in. and she could have died because of it. and now luz is living with someone else, a new parent she found, because thats where shes happiest and healthiest and because she loves her she has to let her go live that life shes actually happy living. and SHE is parenting a kid now whose parent is in a similar position. he cant provide him a life where hes safe and happy so hes found a new parent. in another dimension, even. and again like. luz gets her overwhelming empathy from her mom. theres this guy here and hes suffering and sad and he has absolutely no one. she moved out here with her son and her husband and her husband died and she didnt know anyone in town and. she was just alone. she didnt have a support structure or friends or help. just a kid she grew farther and farther apart from. nobody was there for her then and shes damn well not going to watch someone go through something similar when shes right there and can do something about it.

also she doesnt really like darius either because of how he treated hunter in the past and shes not particularly a fan of the fact hunter lives there sometimes and she kinda thinks he should fuck off so they can complain about him together

[frenchfrywrites]

And Is Three A Party Or A Crowd?

MINORS DNI

Thank you to AstellaArrival on AO3 for this commission!!

Warnings: amab top reader (who's referred to as a man), Yandere power (?) bottom Simeon, voyeur Asmo, (non-consensual) voyeurism, dubious consent, jealousy, possessiveness, make-up sex, dacryphilia, cock cages

erm a little note before the fic bc this is a bit darker than what i typically write.. there are heavy themes of voyeurism, dubious consent (on readers behalf), and outrageously unhealthy relationships in this fic. I left it ambiguous as to whether this is a scene between the characters or not. If it helps your mind rest easy, Simeon is aware of everything, and everyone discussed this earlier <3 And if you're more turned on by the fact that Simeon isn't aware, then you can read the fic that way <3

As soon as you finish your sentence you regret saying it, as Asmodeus nearly falls over from laughing so hard. 

Glancing at the folks around you, you hope that none overheard you.

“You said what to him?” he hiccups, then screws his eyes shut as he focuses on breathing and composing himself. Asmo, along with all his brothers (you’re impressed that someone was able to convince Levi and Belphie to show up), and your mutual friends, are currently at the ball that Diavolo– Lord Diavolo, the Lucifer in your head corrects– is hosting. As soon as you showed up alone, which is an unusual thing now that you’re dating Simeon, Asmo was glued to your side. 

He had barely greeted you before he began to question you like a detective, nosing his way into your business to figure out why you and your boyfriend showed up separately. He’d gone so far to accuse you of getting divorced, which you explained would be impossible considering you’re not married; though the correction did not stop Asmo’s questioning over who would get custody of Luke. 

The fight you had with Simeon was not even very major, you should really stop using the word fight if you’re honest. What happened between the two of you was hardly even an argument. No matter what you called it, you knew if you didn’t tell Asmo it would become an even bigger mess. You’re lucky he had not yet given up on you, and ran to question Simeon instead. 

You cave fairly easily and tell Asmo about how you had asked Simeon for a little space within the day, and he’d taken offense. There’d been some not-so-loving words exchanged in the heat of the moment, but nothing that could not be forgiven and forgotten. You remember the immediate regret that hit you during the argument when he had smiled, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and promised with tight lips that he would give you space. He had made a noticeable space between you and him when you’d gone to bed, and recommended that you should go to the ball separately. 

Now you’re here. 

“I’m not repeating myself,” you huff, suddenly embarrassed by the situation. It was, however, a relief to tell someone about the incident. You feel a little better already after getting it off your chest. Asmo tuts,

“It’s really not that bad darling, I’m sure he’ll forgive you, or you’ll forgive him” he pauses, thinking over the information you’d relayed, “sorry, are you even mad at him? I’m a little lost.”

“I’m not mad,” you insist, sighing wistfully as you (not-so-subtly) turn to look at where Simeon is. He looks so pretty in his white suit and blue tie (the one you told him matches his eyes), talking to Solomon and Luke. You want to go over to him and somehow fix the situation you’re in, but you doubt a party is the best place to do it. Asmo coos, 

“Oh you pathetic, desperate, sad man,” you turn to look at him, frowning. Opening your mouth you attempt to complain about him kicking you while you’re already down, but Asmo’s giggle stops you, “c’mon let's dance or something, we’ll get your mind off it,” he lightheartedly suggests. There’s a pause as you think about it for a second, and then you let him drag you to the dance floor. A smile works its way to your face as you think about how you’re grateful you have a friend like him, who always knows how to cheer you up. 

Asmodeus situates the two of you in such a way that your back is to Simeon and Solomon. His hope is that you stop trying to sneak peaks of them. This also prevents you from seeing the bone chilling look on Simeon’s face once he notices you dancing together. He’s staring the two of you down, smiling as he talks to Solomon and Luke, but gripping his drink with such force that Asmo wonders how the glass hasn’t broken yet. Thank god Solomon and Luke haven’t picked up on Simeon’s sour mood.

A few songs pass, with the two of you making small talk as you dance, before Asmo’s eyes widen as an “uh oh,” falls from his lips. “Here comes your man,” he informs you, and then you feel the hand on your arm. Turning, you find Simeon staring you down. You feel like you’ve been caught, even though you haven’t done anything.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he doesn’t look or sound sorry at all, “it’s just the two of you looked to be having such a good time, I couldn’t help but wonder what you could possibly be talking about?” he asks, smiling innocently. He doesn’t even spare Asmo a glance. You could cut the evident tension radiating off Simeon with a knife. Asmo seems largely unaffected.

“Oh nothing interesting,” he waves his hand dismissively, “just the results of Beel’s latest Fangol game, he did really well, but he always does, so there’s nothing new there,” he rambles, sounding bored as he recounts the last few minutes. Looking at Simeon, you don’t think he’s listening to a word that Asmo’s saying.

“Yeah, did you want to join in?” you ask, hoping that you don’t sound too eager. 

“Oh no, I recall you saying that you wanted space,” Simeon mentions offhandedly, like it’s not the thing the two of you have been obsessing over for the last 24 hours. Asmo opens his mouth, likely to point out how Simeon was the one to infringe on your space in the first place, but thankfully stops himself. Instead, he amuses himself by watching you fumble with your words,

“Simeon– I– that was– it was really stupid– I– what I should have said– I mean what I meant– I mean I didn’t mean it, is what I mean,” Simeon looks at you with an unreadable expression. There’s a second of uncomfortable, awkward silence between the three of you before Simeon takes you by your arm without a word.

You let him pull you out of the grandiose ballroom, giving a weak wave to your friend, hearing Asmo cackle as you disappear into the crowd. 

“Hey,” you start to slow down, tugging on Simeon’s arm once he pulls you into a mostly empty hallway. He turns to you, and wraps his arms around your neck, tugging you into a kiss. You smile, pleased that he’s back to clinging to you. You didn’t know how much you would miss him until there was space between the two of you.

“Try that again,” he says as he pulls back, referring to your mess of words that hardly formed a sentence or coherent thought at all. You’re relieved that he sounds a lot less upset and passive-aggressive now that you’re out of the ballroom.

“I’m sorry for what I said, and how I said it. There was a lot that I said and I didn’t mean. I missed you,” you admit, wrapping your arms around his waist. Simeon steps further into your space until he’s pressed flush against you.

“I forgive you. I missed you too,” he confesses, leaning in for another kiss. You kiss back happily until you feel his tongue press against your lips, a signal that he wants more.

“Simeon,” you breathe as you pull from him, but he crashes his lips against yours once more, preventing you from stressing to him that you are very much in a public place right now and any number of people could walk in on the two of you making out.

Tonguing the inside of your mouth, he steps back slowly, dragging you along with him, until his back is pressed against the wall. 

A tingle of arousal sparks in your loins when you feel his hands start to wander. While sucking on your tongue, Simeon lets his hands slip from around your neck down to your chest. He feels you up for a second, then goes to undo your tie, and slips his fingers under your shirt to touch your skin. The coolness of his fingers against your flushed skin shocks you awake, and you tear yourself from him. 

“Not here,” you murmur, taking Simeon’s hands in yours to stop them from groping you. You then look behind you anxiously, only to find you’re alone in the hallway. You breathe a sigh of relief, and turn back to find Simeon looking disheveled and wanton– his hair out of place, his lips wet and parted, his blue eyes shining brightly as he stares you down. 

“Follow me,” he grins, not giving you a choice as he yanks you by your hand and leads you further away from the ballroom. Suddenly, he takes a right, opening a door to reveal an empty bedroom. Simeon hauls you inside, shutting the door behind you. You feel flushed all over, thankful that the dark blue of the twilight hour is seeping from the window and masking your facial expressions for the time being.

Simeon lets go of your hand in favor of rushing around the room. You sit on the side of the bed, slipping off your shoes as he lights a candle on the bedside table. When he turns to face you, his features now illuminated by the warm flickering candlelight, you feel your heart throb. 

“That suit makes you look so pretty,” you tell him what you’ve been wanting to say all night long. Simeon kicks off his shoes, and smiles, the first genuine smile you’ve seen on him for the last couple of hours. 

“Don’t you think I would look prettier with it off?” he suggests, plopping himself down comfortably in your lap. You steady him by holding onto his hips, letting out a soft noise at his forward flirting.

“What has you all worked up tonight?” Simeon hums at your question, and instead of answering he tugs off your tie, tossing it elsewhere, and takes your face in his hands, leaning to kiss your jaw. He kisses his way around your face, not leaving a single feature untouched by his lips, until finally pressing his soft lips against yours. 

“Maybe I just missed you, is all,” he whispers against your mouth. You’re about to lean in for another kiss, but Simeon pulls back before you can. “Or maybe I don’t like seeing you dancing with other men,” his grip on your face tightens a bit, and his expression shifts to one you’ve encountered only a few times before, usually when he thinks you’re not looking at him. It’s one that makes your gut drop, and sets worry deep in your bones about what he’ll do next.

“Simeon, it wasn’t like that,” you assure, rubbing soft circles into his hips. You hope your words are comforting him, because you can see now how it might have looked. 

“Oh really? You didn’t want more time to yourself just so you could spend it with him ?” he questions you, breathing just a bit heavier as he stares you down with unblinking eyes. 

“No, no, I was wrong about that,” you’re quick to amend. You try your best to nuzzle into his touch, acting like this is a normal response and a normal reaction. “I said I missed you, I meant it. I was wrong to want more space, I missed you so much baby,” you tell him honestly. Simeon’s wild gaze softens, just a bit.

He doesn’t say anything, just pets the side of your face gently, touching and tracing all over your face as he studies you. 

“You’re mine, you know,” he whispers, “say it, I need to hear it,” he nearly begs. 

“I’m yours Simeon, I promise,” 

“Yes,” his hands leave your face, moving to hold onto yours. He pushes your hands from his hips down towards his groin. “You wouldn’t touch Asmo– anyone else like this, would you?” Simeon asks, making you touch the slight bulge in his suit pants. 

You shake your head, “only you Simeon,” he grinds into your touch. You can feel the cage he’s wearing under his clothing press against your flesh, and you shudder at the memory of putting it on him.

“You want to see me, don’t you?” Simeon asks, and his words make it sound like he’s trying to come off as cocky, but he just sounds desperate.

He takes your nodding head as permission and shucks off his suit jacket, rips his tie over his head, then nearly tears off his button down shirt. All that’s left are his pants. 

Simeon gets off your lap, and begins stripping his bottoms off, and you’re very consumed by the sight before you, but loud laughter coming right from outside the door sends chills all over your body. 

“Wait, wait,” you whisper-yell at Simeon, fearful at the thought of someone coming in while Simeon undresses for you.

Your lover is unperturbed by the people who’ve decided to have a loud conversation right outside the room you’re hidden in. Simeon steps out of his underwear, and your eyes immediately shoot to Simeon’s caged cock between his soft, plush thighs. 

“Simeon,” you whisper, scared to make any noise louder than that. He plops himself on your lap, but you’re having trouble focusing on him with the knowledge that there are others who could listen or walk in at any moment. A violently nagging thought racks your brain as you try to remember whether Simeon locked the door behind the two of you. You’re nearly certain he didn’t. 

“No, wait,” you protest as his hands reach for your belt. Simeon frowns, popping his lower lip out in a pout,

“You said you were mine?” he says at a normal volume, causing your gaze to shoot to the doorway in fear,

“Shhh,” you warn, but the guests outside didn’t seem to hear or notice the sound of Simeon speaking. “No, wait a second,” you urge as he ignores you and begins to unbuckle your belt. The metal clanking against itself sets an obscene amount of anxiety within you. Your hands grasp weakly at his thighs. You can’t remember a time when you felt this nervous. “Wait just a second Simeon, please, we have to be quiet, there’s people outside, anyone could come in and see,” you ramble nervously as Simeon tosses your belt onto the bed carelessly. 

“Ah,” he grins– and how can he be so frivolous with all this?!– “I can be quiet,” he flirts, finally softening his voice towards a whisper. You know that’s a damn lie, but Simeon continues, huffing quietly, “I bet Asmo could not be quiet,” and you’re not sure if that’s supposed to be an insult or not. “I bet,” he reaches into your front right pocket, where you always keep the key to his cage, “everyone at this ball would hear his noises if you penetrated him,” he feels up your half hard cock from within the pocket before taking the key out. 

“Simeon, that’s kinda mean,” you feel very conflicted with what he’s saying. It’s like Simeon is bashing and praising Asmo at the same time. You've also not spent much time imagining your friend getting fucked, and certainly have not imagined you being the one fucking him, but it seems like Simeon has spent some time thinking about it. Defending Asmo was not the right move to make, you realize as Simeon’s gaze hardens.

“Well, maybe he should not have been dancing so close to you. I wouldn’t find myself so frustrated with him if he had just backed up a bit,” he huffs. “Help me get these off,” he demands, tugging on your waistband. There’s an awkward readjusting period where you undress yourself fully. 

You notice that it’s gone quiet in the hallway, meaning the guests have moved. You’re still anxious about being found out, especially if you’re gone too long, but at least you can semi-refocus your attention onto Simeon while knowing you’re secluded for now.

“It’s obvious he wants to take what’s mine,” Simeon says softly, resettling himself on your lap. He spits into his hand and reaches down to stroke you to full hardness. You’d lost a bit of your erection from fear, but it doesn’t take long for him to get you worked up again. You return your hands to his hips, holding him steady, and you notice the slight tremor they have from the adrenaline lingering. “But there’s a reason you hold a key to my cage,” he mumbles, rubbing the tip of your cock and distracting you. You try to stifle the moan that leaves your lips at the sensation. “You’re mine and I’m yours. You holding the key is proof of it. I wear it because I’m yours,” he rambles possessively, his breathing labored. There’s some underlying guilt, but you’re undeniably turned on by how possessive Simeon is getting over you. 

He suddenly stops stroking you, and reminds you that he’s been holding onto the key to his cage when he forcefully presses it into the palm of one of your slightly shaking hands.  

“Unlock me,” you look at him, dazed and confused as you slowly process his words, your head too muddled with lust to think straight. It takes you some time to do so with the state you’re in, but eventually you press the key into the lock, and remove the cage from him. Being able to focus on a task grounded you, and you’re grateful that Simeon didn’t rush you through it. 

He gasps at the relief, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. “Thank you, oh thank you,” he murmurs, kissing your skin. Your heart swells at being able to please your lover, and the anxiety you’d had is nearly nonexistent now. You place the cage and key next to you on the mattress, and run your fingers through his hair. 

The moment of tenderness ends when you feel Simeon’s swollen, needy, leaking cock rut against yours,

“I want you inside me,” he moans. 

“We need a condom,” you tell him breathlessly, impressed with yourself for even thinking of it. Because even though imagining your cum seeping from his hole makes you salivate and leak pre, you know the aftermath of Simeon being all messy while you have to attend the rest of the ball would not be fun. Simeon slips off from your lap, just as easily as he plopped himself down in the first place. It gives you whiplash. 

He rummages through his suit pants, only settling in your lap again when he has a condom and mini vial of lube in his hands.

“Did you plan for this?” you ask, taking the lube from him. Simeon smiles,

“Maybe,” and you laugh at that, leaning in to kiss him lovingly. He pulls back after a second, eager for you to start stretching him out. “I want to ride you,” Simeon tells you as you coat your fingers with lube. “I have to see you, and I want to feel you in my stomach, I want to remember- ah ,” he’s cut off momentarily when you reach around his body and press against his hole. Simeon rocks himself back against your fingers, “I want to remember that I’m the only one who will get your dick inside of me.”

You groan at his words, spreading the lube along his rim then slipping a finger inside of him easily. Simeon lets out a pleasured hum, clinging to you as you being to prep him for your cock. You work in one finger, intentionally avoiding his prostate, only focusing on stretching him open for another. It takes a good moment until he feels ready, and then you press in another, scissoring his hole open, and only barely fucking your fingers into him. To your surprise, he is fairly quiet through this, only kicking up the volume and frequency of his moans when you finally add a third finger alongside the others. 

“I’m ready,” he gasps as you begin to scissor your fingers, “please, I want- I need your cock, now, I-” he moans, scratching your skin desperately. 

You slowly ease your fingers out of him, wiping off your lubed fingers on the bedsheets and mentally sending Barbatos an apology for it. Simeon, lost in his desperation and need, sloppily lubes up your cock, and you let out a stuttered moan at the stimulation. Within the blink of an eye he’s shakily raised his hips and popped the head of your cock into his entrance.

“Fuck,” you breathe, your eyes flickering to the door while he squeezes and sinks himself onto you. Your heart catches in your throat when your gaze catches a pair of amber eyes peaking through the doorway. Asmo- your brain quickly provides an identity after putting together all the pieces- is staring at the two of you through a crack in the door, and when he notices you’ve caught him he winks, bringing a finger to his lip in a “shhh” gesture.

“Simeon-” you choke, fumbling at his skin. Your skin feels itchy and hot, “wait,” he sinks lower on your cock and you try to silence your moan, “ ah - stop, stop, we can’t, someone could cuh- oh -come in,” you whisper. 

Simeon drops himself further onto your cock, “ oh , I can’t stop now,” he whines, “I need you inside of me, I need it.” From the sound of his voice alone, you believe him. You think if you pulled him off of you now, he’d be inconsolable.

You glance over to the door once again and see that Asmo has his cock pulled out of his suit pants and has his hand wrapped around it. Though you can only faintly see him with the help of the candlelight and light from the hallway, the sight of him still makes your hips jerk, and Simeon’s breath catches. He turns his head to look, but you stop him by tugging on his hair pulling him into a wet and messy kiss. On one hand, you want Simeon to know someone’s there, but on the other hand, the fear of what would happen if Simeon knew it was Asmo watching stops you from letting him look. 

Successfully distracted, he lets you lick into his mouth until he’s gasping for breath. When Simeon pulls back- a string of saliva connecting your lips- his pupils are dilated and his lips are puffy, spit-slicked, and still looking much too kissable. 

Leaning in, you try to capture his lips again, but he slides down the rest of your length, and releases a shuddered sigh when he’s seated fully on your lap. Your head knocks back slightly as your cock is fully engulfed by his hot, tight, twitching hole. Simeon’s lashes flutter shut, and being filled with you makes his expression melt into one of pure content. Then he starts to move.

You let out a startled moan as he fucks himself on your cock, starting with a fervored pace, letting out soft, erratic moans in your ear. Tucking your face into his chest you try your best to hide how knowing that you’re being watched makes your cock twitch and your balls ache. 

You would have never guessed that being watched while you fuck would turn you on so much, but the fact that Asmo is getting off on you fucking Simeon has undeniable effects on you. You almost wish he’d come into the room, so you could better see how he jerks himself off while he watches the two of you. Part of you wonders if Simeon is right; if he weren’t hiding, would Asmo be loud and open with his sounds?

You wonder what Asmo's point of view is. How much can he really see with just the candlelight and light seeping in from the hall? Would he be able to see Simeon's gorgeous arched back, and his perfect ass bouncing as he works himself off on your cock. Would he be able to see hints of your cock– disappearing and reappearing every time Simeon hauls himself up and drops down on you? He could maybe see bits of you and your face peaking out from behind your lover to catch glimpses of him. 

Maybe, you think, the sound of Simeon riding you, his sticky thighs colliding with yours on each thrust, both of your heavy breaths, the faint squelching from your cock fucking his wet hole, is enough to get him off? 

Maybe, all he needed was to know what you were doing to have his imagination fill in the rest.

“Feels so good,” Simeon whines, bouncing on your lap, redirecting your attention to him, “you-you feel good too? I fuh -feel good?” his voice cracks, his eyes glossing over. 

“Ah - yes god Simeon, you always feel so good,” you groan, glancing down and finding yourself entranced by the way his cock bobs against his stomach, leaving a glistening wet spot from where his pre is leaking. If you had more time and space to do so, you’d really like to suck him off. 

“Hngh- oh , I’m the one that makes you feel good, oh -only me,” he babbles, leaning into your body, pressing himself flush against you. In the candlelight you can see how Simeon’s eyes shimmer, welling with tears. 

“I love you so much,” he chokes, “I just want you,” he hiccups wetly, “I want you to only look at me, and talk to me, and think about me ,” he whines, the dam breaking as the tears flood down his cheeks. You kiss him tenderly, trying not to focus on how the same possessiveness that had worked you up and turned you on also causes a shiver to rush along your skin. 

“Yeah, I love you so much angel,” you say, indulging and sedating him instead of challenging his statements. Simeon keens at your words, his thighs shaking as he raises himself with the next thrust.

“Say it again,” he cries, panting through his sobs. 

“I love you, Simeon, I love you so- oh much,” you groan. Pre gushes from his cock as Simeon moans your name. 

“I think I’m going to cum,” he squeezes around you to prove his point. You drop your hand down towards his cock, wrapping around its base, preventing him from getting there. Simeon lets out a surprised gasping moan, his eyes going wide, and his eyebrows scrunching together, so clearly conveying his bewilderment.

“I just-” don’t want the show to end, your brain fills as your eyes flicker back to the doorway, “I need you for a second longer , ngh, wanna cum inside,” is what you say instead. It’s a strange request, considering you’re weaning a condom and Simeon wouldn’t receive the orgasmic feeling that comes with being filled, but it affects him all the same. 

He nods his head so fast you worry for a moment about his neck, and breaths your name, falling in for a kiss. 

When he pulls away so he can catch his breath, Simeon’s gaze flickers down to where your hand is circled around his weeping cock. He stares, wide eyed and hungry, fucking himself even faster. 

“Please cum,” Simeon whines, all high and pretty and needy. Your hips jerk up into him as he slides down your cock, causing an obscene slapping noise. The sound of it would be a cause of concern if you didn’t currently have someone prying in. 

“ Shit ,” you gasp, feeling your orgasm quickly creeping up on you, “just- ah - a little faster, m’ almost there,” Simeon obeys, picking up the pace. 

Wanting Simeon to cum with you, you go from holding his base to stroking his cock in time with your thrusts. The action makes his hips shake, and his fingers clutch for a grasp on your skin. 

“Please,” he moans your name, and it tumbles you over the edge. You fill the condom, fucking Simeon roughly on your lap. Within the period of a second your eyes drift over to the doorway, and even just seeing the little of Asmo’s orgasm that you can with the candlelight has your cock throbbing. 

Simeon reaches his high somewhere between you fucking him like a fleshlight, and you falling slowly back against the bed, taking him down with you. To be honest you couldn’t say you’d given Simeon your full attention. When you look back to the doorway you see that the door is fully closed, and any sign of Asmo being there is gone. Part of you distantly wonders if he’d ever been there at all. 

“I think we should get back out there before someone comes looking for us,” you muse, not making a single move to get up and follow through with your thoughts.

“I think you’re right,” Simeon hums, “but promise you’ll only dance with me, okay?” he looks at you with his big blue eyes, pleading. You laugh softly,

“Of course,” you take his pinky in yours, sealing the promise you’ve made. Simeon giggles at the action, and you both lay together for a little while longer before you seriously refocus on cleaning up.

“Will you put the cage on me again?” Simeon asks so sweetly and softly after you’ve tossed your condom in the trash. Gently you help him into it, taking in the sight before you. “Thank you,” he mumbles softly, tracing the cage possessively.

From there you both hurry through redressing. You’d say, considering that the materials you were working with were a couple of tissues, one wet wipe, and some spit, the two of you look almost back to normal. If anyone were looking they’d notice the dishevelment, but you’re hoping- as you have been for most of the night– that no one will spare you a second glance.

You open the door just a crack, to let in the hallway light, as Simeon blows out the candle. Reaching out into the darkness of the room, Simeon’s hand reaches back to intertwine with yours. Hand-in-hand you guide him out of the room and towards the party. You pray Simeon didn’t notice the clear evidence of Asmo’s orgasm making a mess on the floor as you both scurried back to the ballroom. You mentally send Barbatos another apology.

[ohthethingswedoforlove]

I am interested to see how Shiro from Ice Scream would be as a yandere… Tbh I think I’ve never seen a x reader content of him

You ask and you shall receive! Though, now that you mentioned it, yeah, Shiro tends to get a bit overshadowed huh. Poor guy, he deserves some love too!

Warnings: yandere character; descriptions of violence and blood; stalking; some self-harm ideation on Shirogane’s side;

Shirogane

🤍 It's no secret that Shirogane is Iceberg Isle's resident coward and punching bag.

🤍 It seems that life just decided to deal him the worst hand possible. He barely ever gets a break.

🤍 And so, above anything else, Shirogane is just desperate for someone to be kind to him.

🤍 Sure, he seeks refuge in Yukisada, his old friend and only resident who actually respects him, but it never seems to be enough.

🤍 The owl comforts and defends Shirogane from the others to the best of his abilities, but the wolf always ends up back at his door bloodied or crying. Or both. 

🤍 Everyone else is busy either bullying him or straight up trying to kill him. There's usually not much of an in-between for poor Shirogane.

🤍 That's why your kindness towards him is so, so important. All it would take is a series of events where you show that you're friendly and care enough, and it's done. Basically irreversible.

🤍 He gets attached.

🤍 It all started so innocently too, with you just wanting to help.

🤍 You found him crying, curled up in his cape in a dark corner of the Isle. You had no idea who he was, being new to this place and ignorant to the dynamics of its residents. But you felt so bad for him.

🤍 You tried to offer your help, despite him nearly screaming until passing out when he first noticed your presence. He had never seen you before and was fully expecting you to just start tearing him apart, either verbally or physically, much to your horrified surprise.

🤍 And so that's where the previously mentioned series of events started.

🤍 You simply thought you made a new friend. But Shirogane became convinced he found his saviour.

🤍 He starts following you around, curious towards everything you do. Literally like a lost puppy.

🤍 It doesn't matter if he started to get accused of being a stalker by the other residents, another insult to the ever growing list. He needs to be near you, it makes him feel safer. And he sucks at being discreet either way, so you'll very quickly become aware of how he barely ever leaves your general vicinity.

🤍 Though if you even just show a small sign of finding it annoying, he'll immediately run to hide away from you. He'll later be found sulking at the bottom of an ice cave somewhere.

🤍 But he always finds his way back to you.

🤍 He'll try to do anything you ask of him, too. Despite him having no particular talents and somehow managing to screw up even the most basic of tasks.

🤍 He might deny it at first, saying that there's no point in him trying or that he doesn't mind. But his wagging tail betrays him. And then he'll spend hours on it if need be. It's actually kind of impressive, how the results always end up lackluster no matter how long he spends on it. But he's trying!

🤍 He so badly wants to impress you, somehow. And he tends to go on self-deprecating rants whenever he fails. To you, himself or even Yukisada or whoever is around to hear. By this point everyone knows he's embarrassingly obsessed with you.

🤍 Which just turns into yet another point for the others to tease him about.

🤍 Except for Yukisada, of course, who thinks you two are adorable. He's always happy to welcome you into his shared home with Shiro, so unbelievably glad (and relieved) that his friend has finally found someone that cares for him.

🤍 He definitely adds fuel to the fire of Shirogane's obsession, even if unintentionally sometimes. He kinda just... Turns a blind eye to the obvious red flags of Shiro's behaviour, not wanting to ruin the fragile happiness of his friend. He thinks he deserves it, these moments of comfort.

🤍 He might even help him out with keeping an eye on you, though covertly. Always inviting you over to the point you might as well live with them, always nudging you towards his friend through friendly suggestions, always making sure the others don't try to tell you anything that will turn you against the wolf, just so you won't make poor Shiro sad. Yukisada is just so sweet, surely you'll listen to him, right?

🤍 But all of this time spent around Shirogane is going to turn into an even bigger problem for you.

🤍 Because you being his favorite immediately puts you in a vulnerable position.

🤍 Now you're a target too. And no one else makes that so apparent like the orca who decided to make Shirogane's life a living nightmare.

🤍 When Idate finds out about you, your life might as well have become hell on earth. As if dealing with Shirogane's obsessive clinginess wasn't enough, now there's a gleefully violent man who decided to make torturing you a new pastime of his.

🤍 It's the perfect kind of fun for you three to share, the orca thinks. He loves massacring Shirogane and Shirogane loves you, what a match made in heaven! 

🤍 He already had gotten around to tormenting Yukisada due to his involvement with the wolf, but you're Shiro's brand new emotional support, how fun will his reactions be while the orca tears you apart!

🤍 Shirogane is way too weak to keep you safe, so it usually falls onto you to be the protector. If you have any fight in you, that is, because if you're on the less violently inclined side, then both of you'll end up in a bloody pulp quite often.

🤍 But he tries, oh does he try to save you. He hates seeing you in the hands of that orca, or the hands of anyone else for that matter.

🤍 Sometimes, he finds the courage. He grows a spine and fights back, surprisingly violently and surprisingly proficient with a harpoon gun you didn't even know he had.

🤍 It doesn't usually end well for either of you. Or any third party involved. 

🤍 He does always manage to drag you and him both back to Yukisada for help, though. And whenever he doesn't, he's dragging your beaten body into one of the dark ice caves he usually hides in, curling himself around you and hiding you both with his cape. And he'll stay like that, clinging to you, for hours. There always seems to be the sound of crying echoing from those caves.

🤍 In moments where he's feeling particularly desperate, or when the fear of you leaving starts to make him even more irrational than usual, Shirogane will also use his status as a victim to keep you with him, using your compassion for him. And while he doesn't necessarily need to play the victim most of the time, as it already happens without much of his input, he'll double down on it if "necessary".

🤍 He'll guilt trip you, basically. Crying and hysterical, saying that he'll surely die without you. Everyone else hates him and wants him dead, but not you, right...? He might even walk into situations where he knows he’ll end up hurt, because that’s how this all started, so that means you’ll be back to fussing over him as soon as he’s hurt, right?

🤍 Although all of this is awful... Shirogane can't help but kind of revel in it, in you basically being stuck with him. Of your only escape from your newfound hell being him.

🤍 He does feel bad about it, sometimes. There are moments where he won't stop berating himself, saying he's horrible, that he doesn't deserve you. That he doesn't deserve anything. It's all his fault and he can't do anything about it. He can't do anything useful, after all.

🤍 But the cycle continues. And he's not letting you go, he'll never stop digging his claws into the only respite he has from this self-made hell.

🤍 And you know what they say. Misery loves company.

[arosesstorm]

Hogwarts Legacy unpopular opinion: I despised Anne.

Like- She could have stopped Sebastian sooner, been a little more harder on him. and everything she ever did was wrong?? like calling Solomon when Sebastian was in that cave?? surrounded by infernos?? knowing what relationship the two had?? don't really get that??. she was the only one who could've stopped him, but they didn't even give him a chance. plus, being that harsh on him after everything he did for her?? I didn't believe it was right to turn Sebastian in after everything (since it was a lil bit everyone's fault for not having stopped him sooner, MC first) and his sister (after he completely devoted his life to find her a cure) wanted to send him to Azkaban? where dementors suck your soul? at fifteen? for that piece of trash of his uncle? wtff

kinda rude to MC too like- okay-. idk just not my fav character. (and Solomon screw you for saying MC was nothing to your nephew bitch bye).

[spinningbuster98]

Kraid's Lair can be a bit of a twisted joke

It's by far the easier to access between the 2 boss lairs but while it's technically the smallest it's insanely cramped and twisty by design making it really fucking easy to get lost and get killed by the atrocious enemy placement

You can actually find a Fake, blue Kraid here. I guess he's supposed to trick the player? But there's no way you'd find him without a guide honestly, finding the real Kraid is way easier by comparison

Kraid's fight is a mess, he constantly throws shit at you that you have no hope of dodging and those spikes of his often protect him from missiles and projectiles. The most surefire way of handling him is to just spam bombs on him, but that requires that you have the Varia Suit for extra defense and lots of Energy Tanks so that you can hope to kill him before he kills you

One thing I think Metroid 1 does actually really well despite its age is its general atmosphere: of course tha game doesn't have any explicitly scary moments like Fusion, and its character designs can be pretty fucking goofy (Ridley looks like Barney the Dinosaur, Kraid is like a fat, hairy mole and Samus looks like some dude in spandex wearing an oversized astronaut helmet), but the overall aesthetic of the game gives it a genuinely eerie feeling through the use of dark, "acid" colors, mostly mechanical and cold architecture and pitch black backgrounds which were most definitely to save memory space but genuinely sell the idea that the game takes place inside of a giant cave system

Then you add to this the music: yeah Brinstar's theme is catchy and heroic, but the themes of Norfair and Ridley's Lair sound genuinely dissonant and a bit disturbing. Kraid's Lair has my favorite track, being simultanously harmonic and unsettling.

I believe this game's composer, Hirokazu Tanaka, once stated that he purposefully made this soundtrack to be as unorthodox and "weird" as possible in order to drive home the game's unsettling feeling and well...mission accomplished! I still think that this game has some of the best ambience of the series, actually way better than its remake Zero Mission. In fact I think the original trilogy has geberally a much eerier atmosphere than all of the other games, Fusion included, but that's a topic for another day

So! Tourian!

Pro tip: don't bother killing the Metroids, just freeze them and let them go, 'cause you're gonna need all the missiles you have. Yeah it's a bit dumb that Samus' mission is to kill all the Metroids to prevent the Space Pirates from using them for galactic conquest....and yet it's better to leave them alone for ammo preservation. Well this place is gonna blow either way...

And then there's Mother Brain, who might as well have the power of Chaos Control because my God LOOK AT HOW MUCH SLOWDOWN THERE IS! Because of all the shit that those turrets fling at you every second the game just slows down to an absolute crawl and when you mix this with the cramped as fuck design of the room preventing you from dodging reliably and the fact that those zebetite pillars will start to regenerate almost immediately after you hit them, this fight sucks absolute ass and it's incredibly easy to just die over and over again!

I hope for your sake that you found the Varia Suit and the Screw Attack to deal with those Rinkas from Hell, and also that you don't screw up the final escape sequence with those tiny ass platforms!

I've always found it interesting how the game very nonchalantly told us that "space could be invaded by the other Metroid". Were they really so sure there was gonna be a sequel? This is one of my favorite aspects of the series: even though when you get down to it these games are basically written pretty episodically,much like other classic game series such as Zelda or Sonic, they almost always leave some general loose plot point that future games can exploit to make the series look like it has an overarching plot...evn though that's not really the case

Also yeah, Samus is a woman, what a surprise!

And before anyone says something: no. She wasn't made a woman in order to "challenge gender norms" or "for trans rep" or whatever. Those are very modern, 2010s/2020s views being applied to a videogame from the 1980s when games weren't exactly interested in politics or activism, let alone Nintendo games, and stuff like wanting to challenge gender norms were most likely not on most people's mind in the gaming business, or most contexts unfortunately.

I can't find the Interviews, but I believe this game's devs once stated that they can't even remember whose idea it was to make Samus a woman (most likely due to how chaotic the game's development was) but the general thought process seems to be that they wanted to give players a nice surprise for beating the game quickly enough and they also wanted to have an Ellen Ripley reference because Metroid borrows a lot from Alien.

I'm not saying that Samus holds no importance in the context of female heroines in gaming or feminism or whatever. I'm just saying that there's an important difference between saying that she BECAME an icon for female representation in games and saying that she was always MEANT to be one.

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Episode 9 Thoughts

TBB Season 2 Spoilers

Here we go! Another great episode with some good stuff to talk about so let's get into it!

Soundtrack is incredible as always. Loving the slightly western tones. It's kinda giving TLOU meets RDR2.

PRETTY PLANET!!!

The planet designs this season have been awesome. ✨️

They're on a mining mission???

Well, work is work I guess. 🤣

I love that they're addressing the fact that Echo being gone means they need to reevaluate how they split up the team on missions.

They've worked with a squad of 4 before, but when one of them is a child that makes things a little trickier.

Omega misses Echo. ☹️

Same, girl. Same.

"Omega's a child. She shouldn't be living a dangerous life". *proceeds to make Omega extract highly explosive substances*.

THE ONE TIME THE DOOR TO A SHIP IS ACTUALLY CLOSED AND IT STILL GETS NICKED?!

Might explain why SW characters always leave the door open.

BECAUSE IT DOESN'T SEEM TO MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE!

So much bickering between Wrecker and Tech this episode. 😬

The kids are struggling. They're children of divorce. 😔

I'm kidding, but they're obviously all about stressed out atm. They all need a spa day.

Also, is this the longest we've seen them spat with each other? We always had the odd frustrated comment but they're being particularly snarky this episode.

Echo, pls come back. It's all going wrong and it's only been 5 minutes since you left. 😭

Well that explains the weird Lion King cryptic tweet.

Poor Wrecker. 😭 He just got stampeded over.

Great, now we're all stuck in a dark cave. Wonderful!

Omega constantly trying to comm Echo. 🥲

He's doing important stuff, sweetheart, but I'm sure you can talk to him again.

Hopefully. 🥲

"What is your issue?"

Tech, honey. Nooo. 😭

I'm not gonna call him an arsehole for that because he didn't know he was doing anything wrong but oh dear.

WRECKER'S DISAPPOINTED HEADSHAKE! 😭

I thought Omega was just gonna walk all the way down the mine for a second.

Brothers call each other out on their (even if unintentional) shitty behaviour and we love to see it.

Tech looks so cute with his eyes peaking through his helmet. 🩷

Omega, honey. You can't reach the thing. Stop reaching for the thing!

THIS IS WHY YOU STOP REACHING FOR THE THING!!!

Tech jumping in straight after her even though he can't see what's down there. 🥺

Actually, I don't know why I remembered this bit just now but I gotta mention it. Echo is Havoc 4 and Omega is Havoc 5. Did they cut Crosshair out of the number system??? 😭

And if he rejoined, would that make him Havoc 6 or would he get his old number back???

Anyway, back to the almost drowning.

Hunter knows somethings up. 😬

I actually really love the use of Hunter's senses this episode.

I thought they were gonna find an alternate route, not have Wrecker and Hunter also go down the waterfall. 😭

WITH EXPLOSIVES MIND YOU!

Awww. Tech talking about his emotions!

I love that he's explaining to her that he processes emotions differently. It's not that he doesn't care, it's just that he works through them in a different way.

Crosshair mention as well! 😭

That fact that Tech says he has to respect both of their decisions!

Tech may not agree with Crosshair's choice to stay with the Empire, but he understands that it's his brother's decision. It reminds me of "Understanding you does mean that I agree with you".

Tech cares about both of his brothers and yes, he misses them, but he manages his feelings in his own way. 🥲

I'm worried about the Tech hate that's probably gonna come outta this episode though. Some people already don't enjoy his bluntness and I worry they're gonna come after him for being a "dick".

He just processes emotions differently!!! He's not a bad person!!!

Aw, no Tech and Omega hug. ☹️

Way to ruin the moment, Wrecker. 🤣

Green cloudy sky is giving Mando S3 promo. 💚

Ooooo, more drama with Cid.

Hopefully they'll finally pull themselves together and acknowledge the fact that she's basically just screwing them over.

Sexy Hunter's-hair-in-the-wind shot.

AHHHHH WE GOTTA WAIT NOW 😭

First time we've had a two parter this season where we've actually had to wait for part 2.

Overall, I really liked this episode! I know there's going to be people jumping on it saying "it's just filler" and "it isn't progressing the plot". Emotional development is development! Let them all talk about their feelings!!!

They're clearly all struggling a bit with Echo leaving. Everyone is tense and bickering with each other, and while I know the guys are talking about how they need to accept it and move on, they're clearly all thrown off by the whole situation. I'm also happy that they're addressing the fact that Echo not being there requires them to rethink how they split up the squad. Three adults and a kid is a hard group to divide up.

Omega constantly trying to call Echo for help breaks my heart. She misses him, we miss him, his brothers miss him. There's gonna be a lot of missing him until he comes back. ☹️ I do wonder how often they actually keep in touch with him, though. Is Omega chatting to him when she can normally, or is it just because they're stuck and need his help this time?

I'm also really glad to see more Tech development! Yeah, he screwed up with Omega earlier on in the episode, but he worked through it. He's not really used to this type of thing but he's trying. And he acknowledges that they're a family. 😭

Also, I didn't mention this in the bullet points because I only just remembered this but Omega using Tech's words at the end! About how they can find a solution like they always do!!! I love seeing the little bits of influence that all of the guys have on her.

But, yeah! Long thoughts post today. Didn't expect to say quite this much but I'm missing Echo and I'm a stickler for emotional moments so I really enjoyed this episode.

Now we just have to wait a week! 😭

[the-redhead-haddock]

Chapter 4: When Dragons Fall, Warriors Break

Rating: Mature

Fandoms: DreamWorks Dragons (Cartoon)How to Train Your Dragon (Movies)

Relationships: Viggo Grimborn/Original Female Character(s) Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Astrid Hofferson

Additional Tags: Dragons: Race to the Edge, Slow RomanceDrama & Romance, Fluff and Smut, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to Lovers

Summary:

Being a big sister to Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III is not something for the faint hearted... Especially when your little brother drags you into his gang of dragon riders and enlists you for an adventure. New dragons, old and new enemies, new emotions, it can all be overwhelming, unless you're a healer and your family is Haddock, then it's your everyday life. However, there is room for something completely new in all of this. After all, everyone deserves to be loved. Right?

Chapter 4: When Dragons Fall, Warriors Break

Being buried under a pile of rocks, ice, and snow was not something Eira had planned for that day. Firewing slowly unfurled her wings, wrapping them protectively around her rider. With her vision restored, Eira took a moment to survey the cave. "It's a bit dark in here, Firewing, can you help?" she asked. The dragon ignited immediately, though her flames were not as bright as usual. Eira watched her dragon, a feeling of unease gnawing at her. There was no time to dwell on it now.

"Is everyone okay?" Her voice echoed against the icy walls. The light revealed that the entire group was alive, with dragons shielding their riders with their wings.

"Define 'okay,'" Astrid groaned, stretching her aching body. Eira detached her medical bag from the saddle and went to each member, ensuring they were truly unharmed. Meanwhile, Hookfang ignited, adding more light and warmth to the cave. This caught Eira’s attention, and the unsettling feeling in her stomach tightened. In comparison to Hookfang, Firewing's flames were barely a flicker, as if it was exhausting her.

"Why would Ryker seal himself off from the key?" Hiccup looked at his sister, brushing snow from his hair. Eira sighed, her breath forming a cloud of steam.

"I'll tell you why. That bastard locked us in here to deal with the dragon. He'll let us wear ourselves out, then swoop in on our remains," she said bitterly, frustration evident in her voice.

Snotlout made an 'o' of understanding. "Oh, awesome. But we’re not going to do that, right?"

She scoffed, "If Ryker thinks I'm going to let him get his hands on Snow Wraith, he's sorely mistaken."

"Eira's right, gang. If Ryker gets that tooth, it's all over. All they need is the dragon eye," Hiccup said.

Eira stood defiantly. "The plan hasn't changed. We grab the Snow Wraith and get it away from Ryker."

Finding the cave where the dragons hibernated had not been easy. The cave branched into many corridors and passages, but they finally found the right path. It was a large cavern, light filtering in from above where the ice was thinner. They just had to avoid screwing up and waking the dragons. Eira allowed herself a moment of hope that everything would go smoothly this time. It did not, not even a little. The dragons escaped through the tunnels, and they were not fast enough.

By the time they reached the surface, it was too late. There was no sign of the dragons, only broken arrows scattered around, arrows she recognized all too well. Frustrated, she kicked a small block of ice. "Damn him," she hissed, leaning her forehead against the snow, exhausted. "He led us into a trap. He knew the Snow Wraiths could burrow and used that against us."

They followed the tracks of dragged cages through the snow until they spotted a group of hunters with dragons in cages, moving through a narrow passage beside an ice wall. Eira tugged Firewing to a halt in the air. They needed a plan. Her attention was caught by the ice wall, and the gang noticed, especially the twins, who began wriggling in their saddles with excitement.

"Please say avalanche, please say avalanche, please say avalanche," they begged.

Eira sighed but a small smile appeared on her face as she looked at the twins. "I might regret this later but... Ruffnut, Tuffnut, have fun."

Surprisingly, the avalanche worked. The dragons were freed and immediately fled, while the hunters dug themselves out of the snow and retreated to their ships. Ryker and Heather escaped as well. Despite their success, her brother looked furious. Eira shot Astrid a questioning glance, and Astrid only lowered her head, already knowing a fight was inevitable. They returned to base in silence, her brother never once looking at her.

"You knew. You both knew, and you didn't tell anyone. We're a team, we can't lie to each other," he said, eyeing them both with a mix of disappointment and anger.

She hated it when her little brother looked at her like that, especially when he had a reason. "Hiccup, we didn't lie. If you knew, you would have wanted to pull her out immediately."

Hiccup looked at her, knowing she was right, but it didn't make him any less angry at his sister and Astrid. "That still doesn't explain why Astrid wouldn't let me take Ryker down. We could have captured the head of the Dragon Hunters.

Silence fell over the club as Eira glanced meaningfully at Astrid. She herself pulled out a small but sharp dagger, usually hidden in her boot, and began to spin it in her hand, a habit when she was irritated.

"Hiccup, Ryker isn't the head of the Dragon Hunters," Astrid leaned against the table, trying to decide how to relay what she had learned from Heather. The gang seemed as surprised as Hiccup, who suddenly calmed down, now looking at her and his sister with concern. Astrid took a breath and continued. "According to Heather, their real leader is someone named Viggo Grimborn."

"Awesome name. Scary, but awesome," the twins began imagining Viggo enthusiastically, but they were interrupted by Eira throwing a dagger at the map. The blade hit the island where the hunters had their last base.

"It doesn't matter what his name is. He lives in the shadows. Everyone is afraid of him, even Ryker himself. Imagine what a monster this Viggo must be if Ryker is afraid of him," she said quietly. "Afraid of his own brother."

Over the next few days, Eira couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with her dragon, Firewing. Despite her age, Firewing had always been full of life, her fiery spirit reflected in the literal flames she could conjure. But now, there was a weariness about her, a heaviness that Eira couldn’t ignore. The others—Hiccup, Astrid, and the rest of the gang—noticed it too, though no one dared to voice their concerns aloud. Instead, they quietly took over Eira’s evening patrols, giving her and Firewing some much-needed rest. Yet, as the days passed, Firewing’s condition only worsened, until the day came when she no longer had the strength to leave the stables.

Eira spent her days tending to Firewing, her heart sinking deeper with each passing hour. The gang watched her from a distance, exchanging meaningful glances as the truth they all feared began to settle in. No one had the courage to say it, but they all knew what was happening.

Then, early one morning, Eira walked to the stables, a bucket of water in hand. As she approached, an unsettling feeling gnawed at her, a sense that something was terribly wrong. She hurried past the other dragons’ stalls, not caring that the water was sloshing out of the bucket. When she reached Firewing’s stall, she froze. The sight before her stole the breath from her lungs, and the bucket fell from her hands, the water spilling across the wooden floor. Firewing barely stirred at her presence, her once vibrant red and black scales now tinged with gray, patches of them scattered across the stable floor.

Eira’s chest tightened, and she sucked in a sharp breath, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. She had seen this before, knew exactly what it meant, but she refused to accept it. There had to be another explanation—something she could cure, something that could be fixed. She had to believe that.

Without thinking, she turned and ran, her footsteps frantic as she bolted towards the clubhouse where the rest of the gang was finishing breakfast. She burst through the door, gasping for breath, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. The desperate hope she clung to, the tiny spark that someone would tell her she was wrong, was snuffed out the moment she saw the looks on her friends’ faces. One glance, filled with pain and sympathy, was all it took. They knew.

Fishlegs, his face full of sorrow, confirmed what she already feared. “The skin of a Monstrous Nightmare produces flammable mucus. If Firewing can’t do that anymore, then…” His voice trailed off, and he looked down, unable to finish the sentence.

No one else spoke. No one could bring themselves to meet her eyes, from which tears now flowed freely. They didn’t need to say it—she knew. Firewing was dying, and it was from something no one could cure. Eira took a shuddering breath, a sob catching in her throat as she struggled to keep control. She turned and fled back to the stables. When she reached Firewing, the dragon weakly lifted her head and rested it in Eira’s lap. That was all it took for the dam to break. Eira crumbled, her body shaking with sobs she could no longer hold back

The gang, slowly making their way towards the stables, heard her muffled cries first, then the sound of her heart-wrenching sobs, and finally, a scream of pure anguish that tore through the morning air. They exchanged somber glances, and only Hiccup found the strength to enter the stables. But the sight of his older sister, crumpled and weeping, brought him to a halt. He wanted to say something, to do something—anything—but all he could do was stand there, helpless. Eira had always been there for him, always strong, always… but now, when she needed him most, he couldn’t find the words. Silently, he backed out of the stables, his heart heavy as he rejoined the others.

Inside the stables, Eira struggled to speak through her tears. “Hey, Firewing, do you remember when we first met?” Her voice trembled as she recalled the memory, her fingers gently stroking the dragon’s scales. Firewing’s intelligent eyes, too bright to be anything but real, locked onto hers. The dragon exhaled softly, the breath warm against Eira’s skin, and a fresh wave of tears spilled down her cheeks. “You weren’t exactly thrilled to see me, but you let me help you. Everyone was so surprised when we returned to the village together. Our first flight… I’ll never forget how terrified I was. But when I opened my eyes… you let me touch the sky, Firewing. You gave me so much, and I…” Her voice broke, and she sobbed openly. “I’m so sorry I can’t help you now.”

Firewing let out a low, rumbling sound, her tongue flicking out to brush away Eira’s tears. “I know I should be strong,” Eira whispered, her voice cracking with emotion, “but I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.” Firewing’s head rested in her lap, her once powerful body now frail and trembling.

Eira wept for hours, her tears soaking into Firewing’s scales as she clung to the dragon’s steadily weakening form. The only comfort she found was in the slow rise and fall of Firewing’s breathing, each breath a painful reminder that the end was near.

It wasn’t until her father, Stoick, and Gobber arrived that she moved. “Hello, lass,” Stoick murmured, his voice gruff yet filled with a father’s love. “Hiccup sent us.” Eira didn’t respond, her eyes fixed on Firewing’s flickering gaze.

Stoick approached her, placing a rough but gentle hand on her shoulder. “Every warrior must rest eventually. Firewing was a brave dragon, Eira. I can’t count the times she saved both my daughter and my son. Now it’s time for her to rest.” His voice wavered slightly as he spoke the last words. He gently ruffled Eira’s hair before stepping back to leave with Gobber.

The next day, as the sun began to rise, Firewing lifted her head one last time to look into Eira’s eyes. Eira managed a small, bittersweet smile, her hand resting gently on the dragon’s snout. “It’s okay, girl. You can rest now,” she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. Firewing let out a final, contented hum, nuzzling close to her rider before lying down, her body growing still, never to move again. Outside the stables, the gang froze when they heard the sound of Eira’s quiet weeping, which gradually grew louder, more anguished, until it shattered the morning calm with a scream of despair that echoed across the island.

The morning sun filtered through the small windows of the clubhouse, casting a soft, golden light over the wooden table where the gang had gathered for breakfast. The usual chatter was absent, replaced by a quiet tension that hung in the air like a storm cloud. Hiccup, seated at the head of the table, pushed his food around his plate, his mind clearly elsewhere. Astrid watched him with a mixture of concern and frustration, while Fishlegs and the twins exchanged uneasy glances. Snotlout, for once, was silent, his usual bravado muted by the palpable worry they all shared.

It had been over a month since Firewing’s death, and in that time, the vibrant, strong-willed Eira they all knew had all but disappeared. She rarely left her hut, and when she did, it was only to gather supplies or check on the dragons with an air of quiet detachment. Her laughter, once a staple of their mornings, had vanished, leaving behind a hollow silence that no one seemed able to fill.

Hiccup sighed heavily, setting his fork down. “I’m worried about her,” he admitted, his voice laced with guilt and helplessness. “She’s barely eating, she hardly speaks… I don’t know what to do.”

“We’ve all tried talking to her, Hiccup,” Astrid said gently, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm. “She just… needs time.”

“Time?” Snotlout interjected, his frustration breaking through. “It’s been over a month, Astrid! We’ve given her space, we’ve tried to help, but she’s shutting us out! That’s not like Eira. She’s always been the strong one.”

“She’s grieving, Snotlout,” Fishlegs said quietly, his eyes sad. “Losing a dragon isn’t something you just… get over. Especially not someone like Firewing.”

“Fishlegs is right,” Ruffnut added, her usual sarcasm absent. “Eira was really close to Firewing. They had something special.”

“Yeah,” Tuffnut chimed in, his voice unusually somber. “Like, even we’re not that close.”

A heavy silence fell over the table, the weight of their collective worry settling in. Hiccup opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, the door creaked open.

Every head turned as Eira stepped into the room. The sight of her standing there, framed by the morning light, was almost surreal. For a moment, no one moved, unsure if she was real or just a figment of their desperate hopes.

But it was Eira, in the flesh.

She looked… different. There was a quiet resolve in her eyes, a strength that had been buried under layers of grief but was now resurfacing. Her movements were still a bit slower, more measured, but there was a subtle determination in the way she carried herself. As she walked toward the table, the gang noticed something that made them do a double take.

On her right forearm, instead of her usual dark leather carvass, the one she wore from the top was carefully covered with black and red scales, neatly arranged one next to the other. They shimmered slightly in the light, catching the eye with their vibrant colors. The pattern was unmistakable: it was a tribute to Firewing.

“Eira…” Hiccup began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words.

She offered a small, bittersweet smile as she slid into her usual seat. “Morning,” she said softly, her voice steady but carrying a depth of emotion that hadn’t been there before.

For a moment, no one spoke. The gang exchanged looks, uncertain how to proceed. Finally, Astrid broke the silence, her tone gentle but probing. “Eira… the scales on your arm…”

Eira glanced down at the carvings, running her fingers over them with a kind of reverence. “I started working on them the day after she passed,” she admitted, her voice calm but with an underlying sadness. “I thought��� maybe it would help. Maybe if I could create something beautiful to remember her by, it wouldn’t hurt so much.”

“That’s… that’s incredible,” Fishlegs said, awe evident in his voice as he leaned in to get a closer look at the scales.

Eira nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I wanted to make sure I got it right. I wanted her to be with me… in some way.”

Hiccup reached out, placing a hand over hers. “Eira, we’ve all been so worried about you,” he said softly, his green eyes filled with concern. “You haven’t been yourself since… since Firewing…”

“I know,” she interrupted gently, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “And I’m sorry I pushed you all away. I just… I needed time to come to terms with it. Losing Firewing… it felt like losing a part of myself. I thought I was prepared, but when it actually happened…” She paused, her voice faltering slightly as she took a deep breath. “It was harder than I ever imagined.”

“We understand,” Astrid said, her voice thick with empathy. “You needed space. We just… we wanted to help.”

Eira looked around the table, meeting each of their gazes in turn. “I know. And I appreciate that more than you all realize. But this was something I had to go through on my own. I’ve come to terms with it now. It still hurts, and I think it always will… but I’m ready to move forward.”

Snotlout cleared his throat, trying to mask the emotion in his voice. “So… what now? Are you back for good?”

She smiled, a genuine warmth in her expression that they hadn’t seen in weeks. “Yeah. I’m back. And I’m not going anywhere.”

The relief in the room was palpable. Tuffnut let out a loud whoop of joy, while Ruffnut elbowed him in the ribs, though she was grinning too. Fishlegs beamed, and even Snotlout managed a smirk. Hiccup, his hand still over hers, squeezed it one last time before letting go.

“We missed you, Eira,” he said, his voice sincere and filled with brotherly love.

“I missed you all too,” she replied, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “More than I can say.”

As they settled back into breakfast, the atmosphere in the clubhouse was lighter than it had been in weeks. The laughter that had been absent for so long returned, tentative at first but soon growing stronger. Eira joined in the conversation, her voice soft but steady, and the gang felt a sense of normalcy beginning to return.

But even as they laughed and talked, their eyes would occasionally flicker to the black and red scales on Eira’s arm—a reminder of the dragon she had lost, and the strength she had found to carry on.

The sun continued to rise, its light growing brighter as it filled the room with warmth. And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, the future didn’t seem so daunting. They were together again, and they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead—just as they always had, and just as they always would.

The sun hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows over Dragon’s Edge as the day drew to a close. Eira stood atop the newly built sentry tower, her gaze sweeping across the ocean, scanning for any sign of approaching danger. The cool breeze whipped through her fiery red hair, but the air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of her thoughts. The distant sound of crashing waves was the only noise accompanying her as she stood guard, alone.

She sighed, her breath visible in the crisp evening air. It had been a few weeks since she had rejoined the gang after Firewing’s death, and while things had settled somewhat, the absence of her dragon still weighed heavily on her. But now, with Hiccup, Snotlout, and Fishlegs gone to help Johann, she knew she had to push those feelings aside. They were vulnerable—more vulnerable than she liked to admit—especially with the Dragon Hunters lurking somewhere out there.

Eira turned her gaze back to the island, where the familiar outlines of the huts and stables were just barely visible in the fading light. Astrid was down there, trying—probably unsuccessfully—to corral the twins. Ruffnut and Tuffnut had been particularly difficult lately, avoiding their sentry duties at every opportunity and testing everyone’s patience, especially Astrid’s.

He’d pulled her aside before they left, his eyes serious as he explained why she, Astrid, and the twins needed to stay behind.

“They’re going to push back,” he’d said, his voice low. “But I trust you, Eira. If anyone can keep them in line, it’s you.”

She’d nodded, understanding the responsibility he was placing on her shoulders. The twins had always been wild, unpredictable, but they also had a deep respect for her, one she’d earned over years of shared battles and close calls. Hiccup had told her, with a hint of a grin, that she was probably the only person besides their father who could make the twins listen unconditionally.

But now, standing alone on the watchtower, she wasn’t so sure.

The evening had started with hope, Eira promising Astrid that she would help keep the twins in check. But that hope had quickly unraveled. The twins had bailed on their sentry duties—again—leaving Eira and Astrid to manage on their own. Astrid, already frustrated, had tried to confront them, but it had only led to a heated argument. Words were exchanged, tempers flared, and before Eira could intervene, the twins had stormed off in opposite directions, leaving Astrid fuming and Eira feeling like the ground was slipping out from under her.

She had tried to reason with Astrid, tried to calm her down, but it was no use. Astrid was too angry, too frustrated with the twins’ constant shirking of responsibilities. In the end, Astrid had marched off toward the cliffs, muttering about needing some air. Now, Eira was left alone, with nothing but her thoughts and the growing sense of unease that gnawed at her.

What if the Dragon Hunters attacked now? The thought was a constant undercurrent in her mind. With the twins scattered, Astrid furious, and the rest of the gang gone, they were more vulnerable than ever.

She glanced down at her forearm, at the scales she had in memory of Firewing. The black and red scales caught the fading light, a stark reminder of the strength she’d drawn from her dragon, and the strength she’d have to find within herself now.

The bushes rustled, barely noticeable against the backdrop of the forest, but Eira’s instincts were sharp. Her muscles tensed as she squinted, focusing on the suspicious movement. Without thinking, she bolted down the wooden stairs of the sentry tower, her boots thudding softly on the earth as she approached the treeline, her heart pounding. Something was off. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach.

But before she could react, a thick, rough bag was thrown over her head. Panic flared for an instant. She struggled, twisting to free herself, but strong hands gripped her tightly, and the rough fibers of rope bit into her wrists as they tied her hands behind her back.

“Let me go!” she spat, kicking out, but her vision was dark, and her movements were restricted.

Whoever had grabbed her wasn’t interested in conversation. She was shoved forward, nearly tripping over her own feet as they marched her to some unknown destination. She counted her steps, her mind racing, trying to stay calm, to focus on escape—but the firm grip of her captors told her that this was no ordinary ambush.

Suddenly, the bag was yanked from her head, and her eyes, blinking against the sudden rush of light, met the one face she really didn’t want to see.

Ryker.

His satisfied grin sent a wave of disgust rolling through her. He stood tall, his scarred face framed by the cold, flickering light of nearby torches. Behind him stood Heather and Dagur—both of them looking far too pleased with themselves.

“Well, well, well,” Ryker drawled, folding his arms as he gazed down at her, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Looks like the dragon riders are a little short-handed tonight.”

Eira’s heart sank. It hit her like a punch to the gut. The letter from Johann had been a ruse. Hiccup, Snotlout, and Fishlegs had been lured away from Dragon’s Edge on a fake distress call. Of course it was a trap, she thought bitterly. She should have suspected it. But she didn’t have time for regret.

"We'll just have to deal with all of them instead," Ryker continued, pacing slowly in front of her. His voice dripped with arrogance.

Eira glared up at him, refusing to let the fear that clawed at her insides show on her face. “Listen, if you all want to go on a suicide mission, that’s your problem, Ryker. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She forced her voice to remain steady, though her mind was racing, searching for an escape.

One of Ryker’s men shoved her roughly from behind, causing her to stumble forward.

“The only person who should be worried right now is you, doll.” Ryker stepped forward, his cold, calculating eyes fixed on her. “I think it’s time we went for a little ride.” He grabbed her arm, dragging her toward the lifeboat tied to the side of the beach. His grip was rough, his presence suffocating, but Eira kept her head high, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her falter.

They pushed her into the boat, and Ryker climbed in after her, his men following suit. As the boat creaked and swayed on the water, Eira’s mind raced with thoughts of escape—of somehow getting word back to the others—but every movement she made was monitored closely by Ryker’s guards.

Once they reached the main ship, she was dragged up the gangplank and hauled below deck. The sharp stench of damp wood and saltwater assaulted her senses. The ship groaned beneath her feet as they led her to a small, cramped cell. They untied her hands, but before she could think to fight back, she was shoved hard onto the floor, landing painfully on her side. Laughter echoed around her as the cell door slammed shut, the heavy clang of metal bars sealing her fate.

"Now, be more careful," Ryker said as he approached the bars, his tone dark and mocking. “You know what Viggo does for damage to his goods.”

Eira pushed herself to a sitting position, her hands curling into fists. She glared at him through the bars, her eyes narrowing. “What do you want?” she demanded, her voice laced with defiance.

Ryker’s grin widened. He leaned against the bars, his gaze predatory. “From your friends? The Dragon Eye, of course. From you? Well…” His eyes raked over her in a way that made her skin crawl. “I just need to deliver you in one piece to my brother. But who knows? If he’s pleased with my little gift, maybe he’ll even share.”

Eira’s stomach churned with revulsion, but she didn’t look away. “You’re disgusting,” she spat, her voice dripping with venom.

Ryker chuckled, the sound low and rumbling, full of cruel amusement. “Keep telling yourself that you’re so brave,” he said, leaning in closer, his breath hot and foul. “I promise you, it won’t take long. You’ll break just like all the others.”

Eira’s heart hammered in her chest, but she refused to show weakness. “You’re a coward,” she shot back, meeting his gaze without flinching. “You can’t face us in a fair fight, so you hide behind your brother. You know he’s better than you.”

For a moment, Ryker’s smile faltered, a flicker of anger flashing in his eyes. But then, just as quickly, his grin returned. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy breaking that spirit of yours, doll.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving her in the cold, dim cell. Eira clenched her teeth, refusing to let the fear take over. She had to stay focused. There had to be a way out of this.

The night dragged on, the ship swaying gently with the waves. She sat with her back against the damp wooden wall, staring out at the flickering torchlight from the corridor. Her mind kept drifting to Astrid, and the twins. They were still on Dragon’s Edge, unaware of the danger they were in. If Hiccup and the others didn’t make it back in time…

She shook her head, refusing to dwell on that thought. She couldn’t afford to lose hope.

But sleep was elusive, and the hours passed in agonizing silence, her mind never quieting. She was just beginning to doze off when the door to her cell creaked open, snapping her back to alertness. Two of Ryker’s guards entered, their expressions unreadable. One tied her hands behind her back once more, while the other hauled her to her feet and dragged her out of the cell.

The cold night air hit her like a wave as they pulled her onto the deck. Ryker stood there, waiting for her, with Dagur and Heather by his side. Her heart twisted painfully at the sight of Heather, but she pushed the emotion down, focusing on the task at hand—survival.

She was forced to stand between Ryker and Dagur, her eyes scanning the horizon. In the distance, she could make out the familiar shape of Dragon’s Edge, the cliffs and huts barely visible in the moonlight. A cold wind whipped across the deck, carrying the scent of salt and sea, and Ryker breathed in deeply, his eyes half-closed as if savoring the moment.

“You feel that?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at her with a twisted smile. “That’s fear. Soon… it’ll be death.”

Eira’s jaw clenched, her mind racing. She had to think of a way out—had to warn the others. But as she stared out at Dragon’s Edge, fear gnawed at her. She wasn’t afraid for herself. She was afraid for them. And she knew Ryker wouldn’t stop until everything she loved was destroyed.

[joideka]

To Attract Blue Eyes and Ivory Bone (Centaur Swap!Sans x Reader)

This was requested by a lovely anon! I was super excited to get a request so I decided to jet this out real quick! I already had a character in mind too!

This is part of a bigger project called the Conservatory! A secret land facility that studies and treats mythical or hybrid monsters, either for release or for general study. Warnings: Mentions of blood, minor injuries, you are hunted in the first bit

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You were officially and unofficially screwed. 

Already the image of the report was coming into your head, the analytical method of how each paragraph would be formatted tormenting your brain. 

Y/N L/N, Junior Zoologist 

- Killed In Action while filling in zoologist position for specimen Dust. - Usual zoologist for Dust was pulled from location due to legal issues outside of organization - L/N was found in [LOCATION], with- 

You cut yourself from imagining the description of your own death. 

But really.... 

What else was going to happen? 

You stumbled over rock and turf, dust springing up behind you as you scrambled down the mountainside. The angry roars of Dust echoed from behind your back, a chorus of screams, growls, and yowling. 

It was certainly motivating you to keep running. 

Run. 

Run. 

RUN! 

The ground started to turn springy underfoot as the landscape changed from dusty rocks to green fields, long grass scratching at the tears in your legs as you kept running. 

The facility was a long way off, but if you could catch a patrol, you had a chance to live, a chance to get free. 

Really though, it was your fault.

You shouldn't have tried to press Dust, to try and do his physical when he had made it very clear he didn't like you. 

That purple and red eye light slit with hate and fear, a warning growl as he backed into his cave, wings outspread. 

He had even tried to warn you through riddles and tasteless puns, but your serious nature hadn't take it, well, seriously. 

Now, you were reaping the cost. 

Dust was no one to trifle with- the sphinx was a fierce hunter, able to  glide from mountain to the flat plain you were now on- fast as a lion too. You had the advantage of your team trying to tranquilize him, but judging from the fact you could hear his screams of rage from above indicated that they had had no luck. 

The only other being that Dust couldn't run downhill very well... 

But you knew better than to think that would stop him. 

After all, like you had mentioned to yourself earlier, he could gli-

...

He could glide.

Glide. 

Glide. 

GLIDE!!! 

You turned, realizing your mistake when the sphinx dropped from the sky, landing in front of you to pat you away with a single paw. You cried out in pain as your back hit the ground hard, your head knocking against dirt as you rolled. 

Your hands grasped the dirt to find purchase as you tried to crawl, feeling the sting of the dirt in the scratches already placed in your legs from an earlier swipe. 

A paw slammed into your back, claws barely pricking your skin. 

No room for apology in those eye lights as he turned you over, forcing your terrified eyes to meet his insane ones. 

You hoped your life insurance payout was good enough for your family to have a nice little boost on their savings, because you weren't coming out of this one alive. 

Dust raised his other paw, claws longer than your hand sliding out as he raised it above your head. 

You braced yourself for the pain, knowing he wouldn't be merciful in your torment. 

A battle cry, a neigh, a scream really, echoed from behind you as Dust's skull snapped up, the crest of feathers circling his neck and head flaring in warning. 

A shadow blocked your vision as hooves slammed into Dust's chest, knocking him away, stamping around you angrily, but being cautious enough to avoid your body. 

You knew that dappled grey body, patches of white surrounded by darker hairs. The elegant white tail flicking with anger.

Admiral stamped above you, his hooves nearly the size of your face as he glared down Dust. The feathering on Admiral's legs was fluffed, intentionally or unintentionally, you didn't know, even if the zoologist in you was freaking out.

Dust snarled angrily, a strange language pouring out his mouth as he seemed to yell at Admiral. 

Admiral snorted, answering in the same strange tongue. This went back and forth, with Dust trying to get closer and Admiral whinnying angrily, stomping.  Dust sprang forward, but Admiral was ready, turning to back kick Dust, forcing the sphinx away from you. This happened several more times, Admiral refusing to let Dust get close to you.

In the end, you knew who would be the victor. 

Unlike Dust, who kept himself low to the ground, and only stood at full height at around 7 ft, Admiral towered at a staggering 9 ft, his torso helping to add to his already immense height. That, and Admiral had the advantage of actual arms, not legs like Dust. 

Dust growled, but slunk away, back up the mountain. He seemed very disgruntled, giving you one last hate-laden look before disappearing.

You let out a wheeze of air, as Admiral stepped back carefully, looking down at you. 

Admiral was a centaur, affectionately nicknamed Blue by some of the younger scientists. Admiral was his chosen name, but he answered to both. 

You opted to be polite and call him Admiral. 

"Thanks, Admiral," you sighed, taking a deep breath. 

"Are you alright, human?" Admiral adjusted his footing, looking nervous. He, or at least half of him, was Percheron, and his torso, starting at the hip bone, was all skeletal, thin and elegant. The pristine bone was admired by every zoologist or doctor in the facility, as it was carefully maintained by the centaur. But he did have an image to fill as one of the longest-standing residents here at the Conservatory.

"Yeah.. just... processing it all." 

"Dust really doesn't like you," Admiral observed. 

"Gee, you think?" You couldn't help but snap. 

Admiral either didn't notice or didn't comment. 

"Where's your squad?" He asked, tilting his skull. "You should be with them, not down here.. or they should be coming down soon. Are they taking the normal route back down?"

You always forgot how much more intelligent Admiral was from the rest of the monsters here at the Conservatory, excluding a few others. He lacked that monstrous quality that scared so many, instead holding onto a clever and witty manner that charmed many who met him. 

Or so you had heard from others, namely gossipers in the barracks. 

You had met him only once, officially, as he was one of the few allowed to roam around the Conservatory unheeded. The only thing inhibiting him from restricted areas was the shock band on his wrist- an unhappy necessity, as your supervisors had described, rather sadly. 

You had seen him several times as you would drive past the main field where the centaur herd resided, waving politely, the centaurs often greeting you back. 

"Probably on the main route down..." you winced as you sat up, feeling the pain in your legs.

"Oh, are you hurt, human?" Admiral knelt onto the knees of his front legs, bending his torso to plant his hands on either side of your body, inspecting. His eye lights widened when he saw the damage. You craned your head to look as well, slight panic blooming when you saw the red of blood streaming down your legs onto the grass. You couldn't see bone, which was the one good thing about this situation.

"You need medical help," he exclaimed, his skull turning to yours. From this angle you could see little dark freckles on his skull, like the Percheron pattern had sprinkled onto his face as well as his horse body. 

"I know, I'll just wait for them to get down here.. I'll radio them over." 

"No time." His hands scooped you into his arms, pulling you and himself up as he stood. You gasped, resting several feet in the air, held securely in Admiral's grip. 

"Whoa! Admiral, I'll be fine, I swear-" 

"Nonsense," he snorted. "If Hunter or Dust smelled you again, they are not above finding you and making sure to finish the job."

You couldn't prevent a shudder at the mention of the resident naga, or of Dust. 

He began to walk, careful not to jostle you as he strode through the grass. You watched the landscape, before turning to look at him, the zoologist in you examining him. His bones, as you suspected, were clean and pristine, the monster magic in his body sustaining the hardiness of the material. They had the small dark freckles there as well, the bone not quite as white and pure as you had suspected. They were more of an ivory color, slightly more dark than his dappled horse coat.

His rib cage did press against your torso a bit harshly, digging into your own flesh as he seemed to tense a bit, feeling your stare.

"Is something wrong?" He asked. 

Part of you felt a bit puzzled. He wasn't anything like how the others described him... not as bold and boisterous as was often complained (affectionately.)

"You're not as loud as the others said you were," you commented, tilting your head. "And it's puzzling that you would help me." 

Admiral laughed. It was a strange noise, half human, but with a whinny mixed in. "Come now, you don't believe all the gossip that goes around, do you?" 

"I-" 

"And frankly, it's part of my job to assist the humans of the Conservatory. I don't play babysitter to the other centaurs all day long. Besides," He paused, a slight blue flush crossing his cheekbones. 

"I saw you and your team going up to Dust's area and knew that something was probably going to happen. Dust is a.. fickle monster." 

"Tell me about it," you grumbled. 

Admiral laughed again. You took the opportunity to study his eye lights, half fascinated by the color. 

His eye lights were slightly translucent, the blue color faded through, a ring of white within the blue. They swam brightly within a pool of black, slightly glowing with in the interior.

That blue rivaled the sky itself, brilliant and curious, inquisitive, and... 

Oh, he was staring right at you. 

"Well, thanks anyway," you crossed your arms a bit. 

"You're very welcome," he answered. "As for loud, I can be, but I'd rather not when you already seem in a delicate situation. Ah, here comes my handler." 

You turned to see a sleek grey horse gallop up, a human riding barebacked. She had a cowboy hat on, a long braid falling down her back.

"Admiral?" She asked warily.

"Espe, you know I prefer Blue when it's the herd and you." 

Espe rolled her eyes. You knew this woman, one of the few to have lived here longer than three years. She had been Admiral's handler for two of those years, having experience with riding and horses. She looked tough enough for the job. You wondered if she had worked with any other monsters here in the Conservatory.

Belatedly, you realized that she must be also the lead mare of the herd- something you had read about in Admiral's file. The lead mare was an important part of centaur life, and Espe had been assigned the position after Admiral became the unofficial leader of the centaur herd. 

"You need assistance?" She asked you, eyeing your legs. 

"Yeah, just a simple patchwork till I can get back to the barracks. I might need stitches..." 

Espe nodded. "Right, we'll just jet back to the outpost to give you that patch job." 

Admiral steadied you in his grip as he strode into a canter, following Espe. The outpost was a tall weather station in the middle of the Conservatory plains, hosting the weather analysts and the 'stable', a term for the structure that hosted a medical station, showers and other items for the upkeep of the centaur herd. 

Admiral strode into the stable, ducking his head as he knelt again to place you on a couch. He then rose, going around to the back of the couch to lay down, his arms and head resting on the back of the couch to look down at you. 

"Can I help you?" You couldn't help but ask. 

Admiral shrugged. "I want to make sure you're okay." You hummed, choosing not to comment or think too much into his words. It didn't help that his eye lights dragged up and down your body, as if examining every single inch.

Espe walked up with a first aid kit, breaking the odd tension. "Blue, would you mind not ogling our visitor?"

Ogling? 

Espe made a shooing gesture at Admiral. "Go on, scram." 

"It's okay if he stays, I don't mind," you quickly broke in. Both looked surprised... 

Before Admiral's expression melted into one of soft gratitude and.... 

Adoration? 

Before you could comment, Espe was peeling away your bloodstained trousers. 

You hissed, before a skeletal hand came to pet your hair.

Admiral comforted you, playing with your hair as Espe worked on your legs. She was quick, finishing her work, before leaning back and patting your shoulder. 

"Nice job, kid. You'll heal up nicely.." 

She paused.

Then spoke to Admiral. 

"Blue, mind giving us some space?" 

Admiral looked mildly upset but not surprised, standing to trot outside. His eye lights met your eyes before he closed the barn doors, respecting your space. Espe turned to you, her eyes flickering up and down your figure, like how Admiral had done so recently. 

"Know how to ride a horse?"

You frowned, perplexed, and a tiny bit addled from the pain that had shot through your body.

"Yes? I mean, I'm not good, but I could learn... why?"

"Would you be interested in becoming lead mare of the centaur herd?" 

You stared at Espe. "What gives?" You finally asked. Was this a bad joke?

Espe shrugged. "I'll be leaving here soon, I have a job opportunity outside the conservatory.. and Blue likes you. The board was considering replacing me anyways for a natural lead mare, and you, so far, fit the category of meeting Blue's standards."

Confusion bloomed in your mind. "What are you talking about? I thought you-" 

"Assigned, not chosen. A natural lead mare dynamic is one chosen by the lead stallion. You obviously have caught the fancy of Blue, so you would be a good candidate." 

"... Are you wing-manning Admiral?" 

Espe laughed. "Yes. He would never admit it, it's not in his typical language to do so. Centaurs have very different expressions of love." 

"Whoa..." you couldn't process this. The fact that Espe was hinting, or downright telling you, that Admiral fancied you was a concept and an idea that never occurred to you but in your craziest of dreams. 

"I know it's a lot to process, but I'd rather ask outright." Espe patted your knee. "I know it can be daunting, the thought of a monster liking you.. happens more often than you think. Speaking from experience." 

Espe winked at you as she stood. "A patrol will be done to fetch you in an hour or two... perhaps you want to get more acquainted with Blue, er, Admiral before they arrive?" 

You considered, but your mind was made up...

"I wouldn't mind that... can I call him Blue?" 

"I think he would really like that." 

And just like that, beaming blue eye lights were once again staring into yours, a broad grin on Admiral's- no, Blue's face as he eagerly began to ask you questions.

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Fact Dump!

Admiral is the stallion of the Ebott Conservatory Centaur Rehabilitation Program (ECCRP). He works in conjunction with his brother Marshal (Honey). Both took on human-like names to work better with humans. Admiral is a permanent fixture at the Conservatory, being the most docile and the most trained in helping centaurs adapt to living alongside humans.

The program focuses on teaching centaurs basic English, and human skills. They are working to have Centaurs recognized as a sentient species, since they are the most easy to communicate with. That's not saying the centaurs are better than the rest of the monsters at the Conservatory.

Admiral runs a small herd, patrolling his land. Centaur herd dynamics are close to that of a horse. A chosen lead mare, with a bunch of mares. There are 10 mares and 2 stallions besides Admiral. Mating is forbidden in the Conservatory, unless approved, by Blue, the lead mare, and the board.

The lead mare is a human, Espe (my OC!). She has been working with Admiral for two years, and was selected by the board, not Admiral. She is looking for a replacement, one chosen by Admiral to instill a more natural dynamic. She rides a horse to get along with the other centaurs.

Thank you so much for reading! You can also find this story at my Ao3!! writefromtheheartandsoul!

[pretentiousgayguyidk]

I know I've been gone forever, but it wasn't all for naught! As i have started making progress on a big ass project. Point is I've started writing a fanfic for the ENTIRE Walking Dead show. Yes, it is a Daryl x Male Reader. Yes you might cry, as I will go through as much for the show in fan fic form as I can. So far i have solid ideas all the way up to the start of season four!

That being said please keep in mind that The Walking Dead is a violent and gory show, my writing will reflect the story as exact as I can with an additional character. There will be graphic content, so if you are triggered by mention of death, suicide, gore, assault, abuse, drugs, and more. PLEASE DO NOT READ. I don't want anyone to be harmed by my works.

City of the Dead

Prologue

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“Vera-shka, I need a screwdriver.” The young man called out, wiping sweat from his brow as his younger sister aided him. She scoffed, aggressively handing over the tool making him wince in pain as it pressed against his growing blisters. He had been working on his father’s old Apache for almost six hours now, his hands were aching, and his mind was tired. He sighed, carefully replacing yet another piece of the heli’s dash.

“You know, as much as Papa loves his Pititsa he really let it go.” Vera grumbled, leaning against the Apache’s hull. Her older brother grunted in agreement, screwing in the last piece of  the helicopter’s new gauges.

“Da, Papa’s too busy drinking to be bothered with his favorite child. Why do you think he practically raised us on this bird?” He laughed with no feeling, he couldn’t even muster the energy anymore. With yet another sigh he climbs out of the helicopter, carefully cleaning oil and grease off his hands with his rag. “Vera-shka, you should probably get back, he’ll raise hell if dinner isn’t fixed by the time he’s home.” She crossed her arms, raising a brow and pursing her lips sassily.

“Seriously? Do I really have to? I mean what's the point! You know I suck at cooking, he’ll be pissed no matter what! You do it, you’re the golden child. Suka.” she raged, waving her hands around rabidly. He sighed, nodding with a weak smile.

“Okay. You win Vera. I’ll do all the work, not like I’ve been covering your ass since birth.” He muttered, turning for the house. He knows he shouldn’t be hard on Vera, she was only fourteen. She shouldn’t be at home fixing dinner and helicopters. He stopped for a moment, sucking in a deep breath before turning around. “I’ll only cook if you-”

His heart hammered in his ears. His body running cold with goosebumps as a string seemed to snap inside him. A man with pale skin and stringy hair had grabbed Vera - pulling on her ponytail - his teeth digging into her arm as she tried to pull him off. He stood frozen in fear and shock for a moment as the man ripped apart her arm, making it go limp… exposing her neck.

(Name) grabbed the nearest tool, a wrench. He gripped it tightly, tight enough to pop some of the blisters. He raised the wrench, ignoring the liquid coating his hand and the wrench as he swung at the being. “Слезь с нееб, сука!” He screamed ferally, his eyes wide with rage as the sickening crunch of the man’s skull filled his ears. The man fell to the ground, part of his skull caved in. The older tossed his tool aside, rushing over and cradling his limp sister in his arms. She gurgled, blood gushing from her neck and spilling from her mouth as she choked. He stifled a sob, gently hugging her.

“Мне жаль! я так виноват…” He wailed. She silently cried, only able to respond with soft gurgling and sighing. He pressed his forehead against hers, gently cradling her wound. He fumbled for a bit, his mind going blank as he reached for his phone. The blood caking his fingers made it difficult to hold onto. He swallowed hard as he called 911.  The phone picked up after a few seconds, the woman on the line sounded fearful as she asked “911 what's your emergency?” He blubbered for a bit, mumbling in Russian manically. The woman on the line started to speak, only for her sentence to be cut off by a scream, and the steady beeping of the call ending. Was the line cut?

 She choked and gasped one last time before falling limp and cold in his arms. He trembled, pulling away slightly to look at her face. Slowly shaking his head, he shakes her a little. It wasn’t the first time he lost someone, and it wasn’t the first time someone died in front of him. All the same, seeing someone so much younger than you die, die so brutally in your arms. 

He cried out, coughing and choking as he dropped her body to the ground. He stumbled backwards, his stomach catching in a knot as bile was expelled. “No no no…” he whimpered, his (light/dark) hair falling into his face. His body pulsed with strain as more acid spilled from his mouth and nose. The burning sensation in his throat and sinuses made him cry harder as he clutched at his hoodie, smearing blood all over the fabric. He gripped at his hair and pressed his face to the ground, hyperventilating as he pulled. Small clumps of dead hair fell onto the ground before him. Gagging again he slowly sat up, wiping his face roughly. He sniffed hard, pressing his palms into his eyes - trying to stop the flow of tears.

Soft groaning was covered by the young man’s sobs, he didn’t notice the growling and moaning behind him. He didn’t notice the footsteps, and he didn’t notice that his sister was reanimated. 

He yelped in fear at the feeling of delicate, cold, and clammy hands against his scalp. He threw himself forward, ignoring that he just fell into a puddle of vomit as he turned around. Slowly he shook his head, his head pulsing with pains in sync with his heart. Hard fast thumping, pumping adrenaline and fear through his body.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His sister stood before him, groaning softly with pale red-yellow eyes. Her fingers twitched erratically, and he could see drops of drool running down her chin. He was almost fool enough to speak up before realizing, realizing that his beloved Vera-shka - the little sister he raised since she was a baby - was dead. He let out a breathy whine, shaking his head as she lunged forward. He kicked out, holding her up with his legs as he held onto her hands. 

“Vera! Vera, stop!” He wailed. Her only response to his begging was more growling and hissing, mindlessly snapping her jaws at him. He let out a shaky breath, kicking her to the side with great force, he panted, struggling to crawl away and towards the tool box. The tool box had been knocked over during the first fight, spilling the tools just out of his reach from his current position. He gasped, feeling Vera grab at his ankles. He flips onto his back, watching as Vera bit at his boots savagely. He hesitated for only a second before kicking her, she didn’t budge. “Please, Vera-shka please.” He begged weakly, fumbling behind him for a tool. He kicked her again, throwing her from his feet and breaking her nose in the process.

She growled loudly, standing with a wobble. That's not Vera. Vera is dead. He thought harshly, watching her dead eyes for tears yet none came. She was always a cry baby when it came to pain, she would have passed out on the floor in tears if it was actually her. The thought cleared his mind and his vision blurred as he grabbed a tool from the ground. A pipe wrench, he could only tell by the wight and the weapons red color. Weapon. That's right, it’s his weapon. He grunted with effort, raising the tool - feeling the weight press into his shoulders and arms. It was heavy, heavier than it should have been. He grunted with great effort, his chest tightening painfully as the weight caved in Vera’s skull. 

He dropped the tool, breathing hard. He swayed a little with each step, stepping around the body and stumbling back to the house. He wheezed, coughing hard as he stepped into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and quickly threw off his clothes, throwing them across the small room with great anger. Slowly, he turned to his reflection, watching as splattered blood dripped down his chin. He pressed his forehead to the glass, trying to even out his breathing as the room filled with warm mist.

Squeezing his eyes shut didn't help, the image of his undead sister seared his mind's eye like a hot iron. He let out a loud wail, smashing his face into the mirror as hard as he could. The glass shattered, slicing across his forehead to his left eyebrow in one jagged gash. He fell back, holding his face as he whined in pain, immediately regretting acting on his intrusive thoughts. 

Scoffing at himself he hobbles his way into the shower, laying back in the tub and letting the burning water pelt his body. He looked up at the ceiling weakly, one eye slightly closed - his vision blurred red. He let out a shaky sigh, running his hands through his (h/c) hair; slicking it back with the water. How was he supposed to explain to his Mama that Vera was dead? How was he supposed to tell his Papa that he had to kill some crazy person? How would he hide it? Could he even hide it? 

“I’ve done it before… no, that was different. This is my sister, not some fucking rat.” He muttered to himself, his throat tightening as fear and dread wrapped around him like chains to hell. How was he supposed to fix this?

An hour later, the water had run cold and he had finally mustered the energy to clean off his skin and hair, wincing as the soap got into his blisters and cut. He lazily turned off the water, watching as the reddened water drained. With a huff he slowly climbs out and opens the cabinet, grabbing some gauze, gauze pads, and butterfly stitches. He carefully placed the butterfly stitches along the cut, pulling it together slightly before placing some of the gauze padding. He carefully wrapped the injury, making sure it's nice and tight before tucking the loose end. He took any excess gauze and wrapped his blistered hands, probably best to keep blood and dirt out of the injury.

“I hope this is some fucked dream…” He whispered to himself, wrapping a fluffy towel around himself as he awkwardly waddled out of the bathroom and to his room. Based on the silence, his Mama and Papa weren’t home. Maybe he would have time to bury Vera.

With that idea in mind he was quick to get dressed, wincing as he pulled on his clean shirt and pants, the fabric rubbing against his bandaged hands. He was sore, nauseous, and exhausted; but all the same something inside him told him, he has to bury her. She was his little sister, a literal baby only 14 years ago. He could remember vividly taking care of her when he had just turned eleven and she had come home. It’s only right to bury her. There's no way to contact the police with the line cut.

He grabbed a pair of gloves and carefully fitted them over his bandages, then ran to the garage to grab a shovel - but not before grabbing his pocket knife to be safe.

The shovel rang out a metallic noise as he dragged it behind him, making his way to the heli and his sister’s body. His other hand was occupied with the knife, flipped open and ready to use. He was half expecting those things to be up and moving, he’s seen dead people walk, and at this point he doesn’t even know if that's what he saw. 

Once close enough to his sister’s body he was hit with a foul sour odor. The stench of death hung around the heli like a thick fog, he gagged a little, covering his face as he inched closer. Once closer he took a good look at the ‘man’. He was definitely dead, hell he was definitely dead before (Name) got to him. The young man shook his head a little, his eyes burning slightly - whether it was from the smell of rotting flesh or his sister’s death he didn’t know. 

“This shit can’t be real.” He muttered, walking a little farther than the heli. He sighed, trying to ignore the smell as he put away his knife and gripped the shovel. As he plunged the tool into the dirt the weight of what went down today rested against his consciousness. His sister was dead. Silent tears burned his eyes as he continued digging, tossing the dirt to the side.

[stackthedeck]

Your irondad idea re: biodad Peter would become a super villain is so good but you and i both know no one in fandom would write it because the fandom characterization of Tony is supremely soft Good dad and Peter is supremely sweet woobified boy.

That being said, I WOULD be seated for this.

Hey hey hey I'm kissing you so tenderly on the forehead for this because listen I'm going to write this fic! Well, not bio iron dad fic because I want to put my adoption trauma on Peter. But like adopted young enough that he would be a fundamentally different character. I have the last chapter done already but can I give you my outline of the fic because I’m going to give you the outline

Peter loses his parents just like tasm2, he’s taken to Aunt May and Uncle Ben’s house except they’re just a little bit older, a little bit poorer. There’s some kind of PR fumble in Stark Industries and Tony finds Peter, the local science whizz, who’s related to Richard and Mary Parker, they were promising scientists that had an investment interview set up with Stark industries, such a shame about the plane crash. He’s told that Peter’s aunt and uncle already gave up custody, but Obadiah Stane threatens May and Ben to take Peter

Peter has heard of Stark Industries because he’s a science kid and he’s excited. It hasn’t clicked in his brain that he’s never going to see Aunt May and Uncle Ben again. Tony takes Peter to a restaurant and gets him dessert, and it’s the most delicious food he’s ever tasted. Tony takes him to a toy store and buys him a fancy chemistry set. Tony should be present, these scenes should be sweet. Beneath all the hurt that’s going to come, there needs to be the possibility of them being a father and a son

Montage of Tony getting too involved in his work. Peter is given nannies, sent to boarding school, his grades and smiling face served to the press on a silver platter. Peter only truly connects with Tony when they’re working in the lab together. Peter helped build many of Tony’s weapons, but because of child labor laws, Peter can’t take credit. Peter resents this, his father—his real father—was a brilliant scientist that got screwed over by the higher-ups. Peter wants to be the higher-ups. He tells Tony to give him whatever he wants or he’ll go to the press and reveal that he’s had a kid working on bombs. Tony thinks Peter is joking but gives him his card anyway

The plot of Iron Man 1 happens. When Tony is given the award by the government, it’s Peter that picks it up for him, giving a very similar speech to Obadiah. The “he’s always working” has a much sadder twinge to it. Peter and Pepper run into the hot reporter on her way out. Peter plays wide-eyed and innocent and makes a stepmom joke and Pepper does her usual passive-aggressive thing. They high-five when she leaves, but Peter does make a rude comment about Pepper being the help. Peter comes with Tony to the airport and begs to come to the demonstration because he basically built the Jericho missile. Tony says no, says he needs to keep an eye on the company while he’s gone

Conversation with the guy in the cave. “What about you Stark? Got a family?” “Yeah, a brat that’s a little bit too much like me.”

Tony gets back from the cave and finds Peter and Obadiah locked in an argument. They both have a claim to the company. Tony doesn’t settle the argument, just says well I’m not dead so it’s mine. Peter demands that he be made the heir to the company, but Tony just brushes him off and announces that Stark Industries is no longer making weapons. Peter flips out, half those patents are his and now they’re useless. Tony tells him this is for the greater good. He offers to show him how he escaped the cave, but Peter storms off

Tony calls Peter to replace his chest arc reactor. Peter jokingly asks about Tony’s will just in case he fumbles the surgery, Tony says it’s on his to-do list. Peter puts the arc in his chest and asks about the tech. He says he’s come to Tony’s side and he wants to help people with this new tech. Tony falls for it hook line and sinker because he does not know his own kid

Peter works with Tony on the iron man suit for a while until Obadiah starts talking about the board of directors. Peter wants to save the company, put the suit on the market. Tony firmly says no. Peter says he’ll go public with the fact that Tony had a kid working on weapons. Pepper and Obadiah are shocked by this information. Tony says he should, it’ll only give people more of a reason for wanting him to stop. Peter flies off in a huff and Tony returns to the basement. Peter is locked out of Iron Man design from then on (he hacks into the test recordings anyway)

Shenanigans relating to Obadiah’s scheming ensue. Pepper goes to Tony’s office to get the files but finds Obadiah dead, strung up by a spider-web shortly after he comes back from the middle east. The old iron man suit is discovered, Tony pieces together that Obadiah was trying to get rid of him and was going to use the suit for himself but he was missing the arc reactor. Cut to Peter in front of the big arc reactor in Stark Industries, tinkering with a smaller one. Tony puts the pieces together that the only person that would want Obadiah dead is the only other person that’d want to take over the company. Tony asks Jarvis to call someone but the mansion goes dark.

Peter approaches illuminated only by the tiny arc reactor in his hand. He chuckles, firing off a joke about stealing the first one or ever ripping the new one out of his chest, but he’s always done better work than him. Tony tries to talk him down, begs for his life a little. Peter says he doesn’t want him dead. Not anymore anyway, he checked the will, and what with Tony being locked out of the company. No, he wants Tony to start making weapons again with Peter’s improved reactor and his webs, they’ll make millions. Peter will even let Tony put his name on the patents, but as soon as Peter is 18 he wants a controlling share of the company, think of it like an early extremely comfortable retirement. Tony laughs in Peter’s face, they’re not doing weapons, he won’t kill any more people.

Peter presses the reactor to his chest and a suit forms around him, it’s the iron spider suit. An arm shoots out, piercing the reactor in Tony’s chest and pinning him to the floor. Peter gives a grand speech about his father, Richard Parker and all the work he was doing with genetic engineering. They were on their way to beg for investment from Stark Industries, hoping that by having such close ties to a company in the pocket of the military, the government wouldn’t touch them. But they were shot down, their work too risky. It’s all in the company files, how long has Tony been hiding this from him? Tony says he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Peter laughs sadly, of course, he didn’t even think to google Peter before tearing him away from his family. But Peter carries his father’s DNA, his legacy and his work lives on in him. Except Stark plucked him out of that legacy, forced him to slave under the Stark name when he could have been doing so much more. And for what? Peter’s not even getting the company that he helped build! He’s going to have a legacy one way or the other, Tony is not just going to throw him away at least not before Peter can throw him away.

They fight, Tony manages to get to the iron man suit and he pulls the same thing he did with Stane, ice problem. Peter’s suit is much smaller so Tony catches him and places him on the roof so he doesn’t die on impact. Tony grabs the arc reactor off Peter’s chest and the suit comes with it, revealing his kid, barely 15 underneath it in a stupid graphic t-shirt. Tony tries to hug Peter, but Peter rips the faceplate off Tony’s suit, crumpling it in his hand. Tony is like wait how the fuck did you do that? Peter explains that he got bitten by a spider on a field trip last year, it’s how he found his father’s research. He’d sneak out of boarding school late at night, the school called him to explain his poor attendance, but Tony never returned their calls. He didn’t even know Peter got expelled until now. Peter starts ripping Tony’s suit apart doing a full villain monologue about how Tony didn’t pay attention to him, how he ripped Peter away from his family and expected him to be cool with it, how being a PR stunt meant that Peter was always in the limelight and the press was terrible to him—calling him Tony’s bastard and so much worse—and all it did was erase the Parker life work and legacy. Tony didn’t want a son, he didn’t even want an heir, he wanted a scapegoat. If Tony really cared about that poor kid from Queens, he would have paid for his school, would have paid for Aunt May and Uncle Ben to get better, and would have told Peter when they died! But no, he wanted another shiny toy, that’s all Peter ever was to him.

Peter is about to rip the arc reactor out of Tony’s chest when Tony fires a repulsor beam from it. The beam hits Peter point blank in the chest and he goes flying over the edge of the roof. Tony gets to his feet and tries to look for Peter but he stumbles, the arc reactor is damaged. Pepper and the SHIELD agents find him just as Tony loses consciousness.

Tony is going into the press conference at the end of the movie, but he’s still thinking about Peter. Tony does the whole “I am Iron Man” thing but just as the reporters stand to ask questions, all their phones buzz. Tony looks to his own phone to see a stream of headlines reporting on a new hero, Spider-Man, who just stopped a Stark brand missile from blowing up the United Nations. Tony grabs Pepper and asks her if Stark Industries has a building in New York.