#HORRIBLE. NO. throw him to the sharks

[marigoldbaker]

truly i just think that i can’t imagine giles going for anyone other than jenny or ethan in a serious capacity (bc something is wrong with him) (cannot possibly stress enough something is so so wrong with him)

[twoturtlesinabathtub]

Really hitting me now that writing previral Wesker as an absolute asshole with a freaky streak is so so justified and mindful and demure of me 🖤

[greenglowinspooks]

Honestly I think the fics where Danny’s a Kryptonian have a lot of potential, so here’s me throwing my hat into the ring

Danny was born a human. He was born to two loving (though slightly neglectful) human parents in the painfully mundane state of Illinois.

Then, he died, but he didn’t do it right. He became a Halfa; too alive to be a ghost, but too dead to be human.

Then, through strange, uncontrollable circumstances, that changed as well.

He had been heavily injured, missing a large percentage of body mass, and was at the cusp of either dying fully or just fading from existence.

(Perhaps it was an ordinary fight. Perhaps it was the GiW, or his parents. Perhaps it was a simple accident. That didn’t matter now.)

He fled, phasing through the ground, trying to bury himself as deep as possible.

(Perhaps he didn’t want to be unmasked in death. Perhaps that was already too late, and he just wanted his body be able to rest in peace.)

Unfortunately for him, he was in Metropolis, and ended up in a secret genetics lab below the earth.

Danny detransformed, completely exhausted, falling onto a table covered in different labeled specimen containers. He closed his eyes, and prepared himself for what would happen next.

And… nothing.

Slowly, cautiously, he opened his eyes.

Danny sat up, brushing off the foul-smelling liquid from the specimen jars, petri dishes, and assorted vials.

He felt…fine.

No, better than fine. He felt normal. Healthy.

He felt like he wasn’t missing most of his internal organs anymore.

Danny looked down at his stomach, and saw that the wounds that were killing him had completely disappeared.

(The blood blossoms, if there had been any, were still there, but they no longer hurt. At most, they itched a little, or maybe just tickled a bit.)

He wanted to question what in the hell had just happened, but he didn’t want to jinx it. He just quietly changed back to Phantom, going invisible and phasing out of wherever he had found himself in, ignoring the loud alarm system that had begun to blare when he broke the samples on that table.

Life mostly went back to normal after that.

If, like Danny, you ignored all the physical changes in a valiant effort to remain in denial that something was horribly wrong.

His skin was tougher, now; he didn’t get scrapes or cuts, even when he accidentally fumbled a knife while trying to cook. His ghost form was stronger, too; he was barely knocked down by his old rogues anymore.

He could fly, even in his human form. Though, admittedly, the flight was much different. It was like using a muscle he hadn’t known existed beforehand. He didn’t just ignore gravity or wind resistance, though he felt more graceful in the air now than he ever did as Phantom.

There were more powers popping up, lasers and cold breath, x-ray vision and super strength. His lungs and heart were larger, and he could handle temperatures much easier. He didn’t have to transform to handle the pressure and cold of space anymore.

His reaction time had improved, becoming much faster than ever before. His senses were much stronger, and he had even seemed to gain a sense of electric fields, like a shark.

The only thing that separated him from a Kryptonian was that he had developed electrokenesis, which he had never seen any of them use on TV.

So, surely, he was fine.

Everything was normal, he hadn’t been transformed by alien DNA in a sketchy lab, he had just had a really weird and specific metagene activation.

—

Clark Kent, Kal-El, was panicking.

It had been around a month and a half since a particularly brutal fight between Intergang and an unknown assailant, and it seemed that Intergang was determined to draw out whoever had scorned them.

Their method of doing this, of course, was trying to level the city.

He and Jon were doing their best to stop them, but with both Kon and Zor-El away on their own business, it was difficult.

And by difficult, he meant almost impossible.

Slowly but surely he was driving them back, but not without massive amounts of damage to the city, especially with only Jon on dedicated rescuing duty.

He was distracted, trying to draw a group away from a heavily occupied building, when a projectile hit him in the back of the head.

The world spun for a moment, and then it went black.

(It was, probably, then, some sort of Kryptonite-metal alloy. Intergang at its finest.)

He woke slowly, forcing his eyes open. He felt like he had been hit by an eighteen wheeler.

Clark jolted up, preparing for the worst.

To his shock, though, the city hadn’t been reduced to rubble while he was out.

Jon seemed to still be working on evacuation, either unaware that he had went down or forcing himself to focus on the task at hand.

Then, a lightning-quick figure flew into view, and Clark’s mind went blank.

He thought, for a moment, that Kara was back. But, no, that wasn’t right, she was supposed to be off-planet for another week or so.

Besides, this new figure didn’t move like her. They were lankier and more slender, and they flew quicker than any member of his family.

Their powerset was different, too; they focused mainly on using blasts of ice and electricity to drive enemies back, only occasionally using their strength or lasers—ones which came from their hands instead of their eyes.

He had woken up at the tail end of the fight, it seemed. The remaining Intergang members were fleeing from the mysterious metahuman.

They stayed in the sky, motionless, watching them leave.

As if they could sense him staring, they turned.

They were small, still clearly young. Probably around Kon’s age, or maybe even younger.

Instead of the colorful clothing he had inherited from his family, the stranger wore black and white clothes which looked similar to a hazmat suit, their face covered by some sort of gas mask.

Interestingly enough, instead of the S-shape crest that he was so used to seeing, the stranger wore the letter D on his chest.

Kal’s heart sped up.

From up in the sky, he heard the stranger’s heart, on the left instead of the right, speed up in return.

But before he could say a word to them, they sped off, disappearing into the deep blue sky.

[redr0sewrites]

omg lowkey having a shitass day and i’m too tired to write for my comfort character and your my fav so 😭😭 literally just any fluffy vox headcanons. literally any! could be only one paragraph IDC i just think it’s so cute how you write him 🙏🙏

OFCCCC!!!!! heres some hcs ab vox comforting u after a long day ♥️

🥀 Cw: none, just fluff!

vox is no stranger to long, tiring days. he's had his fair share of shitty work days and when he comes home to see you exhausted, he immediately notices what's wrong.

vox is very goofy, he's good at reading people and can immediately know if someone's upset, but it's how he reacts that throws him off. like he'll notice something is wrong but won't know how to respond.

he's so used to manipulating people (such as valentino) or just shoving down his own emotions to put on a persona that he isn't great at verbally comforting someone, but his actions make up for it.

he pulls you onto his lap and will run his hand up and down your back to soothe you. while his claws are sharp, he would never hurt you with them, and its much more of a ticklish sensation then anything

speaking of, vox loves it when you laugh. if you're pissed at someone in particular, he will definitely make fun of them to help cheer you up. don't be surprised if they "disappear".... he is an overlord after all. he'd only do this if you want him too tho

vox claims he isn't insecure, but in reality he knows exactly how it feels to feel shitty about everything around you. he's surprisingly empathetic, if you're in a relationship with him he definitely cares about you a lot and i genuinely see him being upset in the situation that you're upset

if you cry, vox may be a little awkward but will go to get you a glass of water. he'll also dim the light of his screen to make sure he doesn't give you a headache and, if you're really upset or tired, he may even take the day off of work to comfort you

vox is the type to turn on soft music when you're sad and pull you into a slow dance right in the middle of your apartment. he doesn't care that you're bleary eyed and that you keep stepping on his feet, he doesn't care that its sappy or that it makes him seem vulnerable to care about you so much. as long as he gets to see you smile and giggle as you both clumsily swirl around eachother, he's content in staying in this moment forever.

if you're ever angry/frustrated and take it out on him, he may be a little pissy but he can take it, especially if you feel really bad afterwards. he doesn't take it to heart if you have a bad day and snap at him, hell, he does it all the time. he may be a little pouty if you don't apologize but don't worry he'll get over it in a few minutes once he sees how tired you are

while vox is a little chaotic, he's a genuinely good person to vent too because he will literally always agree with you no matter what. you murder someone? its their fault for walking into your knife. he absolutely supports your rights (and wrongs) no matter what

he's also a pretty good listener in general because he just. listens. he doesn't give unnecessary input, he doesn't try to play devils advocate, he just listens and shows interest in what you have to say and comforts you when necessary. he doesn't see why thats such a big deal, but he genuinely is a pretty decent listener.

vox is also a yapper though, if you need to get your mind off of your day just tell him and he'll start explaining the most random things to you. oh, you had something really embarrassing happen today and you want to forget about it? well now you're going to listen to 500 shark facts while also hearing the entire princess bride lore. sorry not sorry.

vox would find the shittiest movie with the worst cgi imaginable for you both to watch after a long day, he loves curling up with you on the couch and making fun of horribly animated graphics together

i also think he's (secretly) a fan of corny romance films and/or romcoms, and would want to recreate cute scenes with you (but would literally never tell you that) so you both may end up watching cutesy romance movies too

(this is the song i had in mind bc its soo vox, so u can listen to this for the "full experience")

"aw c'mon bub, don't tell me your too mopey to dance?" vox extended his hand to you, yet his smile was a little more forced than usual. his eyes were wide on his screen, almost concerned about the teats staining your cheeks.

"m' fine voxy.." you mutter, turning away. "it was just a bad day." vox pouts, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.

"trust me, this will make you feel better," he assured, pulling you to your feet. vox snapped his fingers and a bright, upbeat tune began to play in the background. pulling you in close, vox twirled you around before stepping back, switching to a simple slow dance.

you can't help a soft smile from creeping onto your face as vox continues to exaggeratedly spin and pull you around. hell, if anyone could see you both now, they'd be shocked.

"who knew that the overlord of technology was such a sap?" you giggle, pulling vox down by his tie to give him a kiss, and he chuckles in response. vox pouts, yet his eyes crinkle a bit as a genuine smile graces his features. "only for you!!".

i saw this and immediately opened my drafts 🫡 it is a CRIME that i haven't written any vox fluff when he's literally one of my fav pookies. i have literally only written smut for him 😭 anyways, i hope this made ur day at least a bit better!!!! sending lots of love ur way ♥️♥️♥️♥️

also i am SO honored to be called ur favorite bc hello??? ur my favorite too?????

[wildtales1973]

What it would actually be like to date various HBOWAR men (modern au):

by me and @guarnerepdf

Speirs:

-is a cokehead finance bro

-you wake up in the middle of the night to him watching you sleep with no explanation given, just an eery smile

-is gaslighting you for purposes unknown (moving your furniture one inch to the left etc)

-buys you the fucking tackiest expensive jewelry and designer clothes as random gifts but half of it is fake

-you justify staying because he takes you to NOBU but you’re afraid to google him

-malarkey keeps telling you he's a serial killer but he has such beautiful hair

-lipton keeps handing you domestic violence brochures when he thinks no one is looking. you throw them away because you want that fucking ugly gucci belt! and the staring is sort of charming after a while

-possibly has a secret child that he is hiding from you. you're not sure.

-the first time you have sex he chokes you without asking and is confused when you get mad at him over it.

-does coke while eating dry fruit loops cereal in the morning. somehow looks hot while doing it.

Liebgott and Webster:

-challengers level toxic throuple, these two come as a pair!

-liebgott is xanned out so badly on the regular that he does not remember the last time he washed his hands.

-lieb met bill and toye in rehab and now all his friends are undergrads even though he's going on thirty.

-lieb won't kiss you in the morning "goddamn it woman, brush your teeth" but will kiss webster no problem!

-lieb likes webster more, but web likes you more because you don't call him slurs and you let him rant to you about sharks.

-you and web unionize at some point to get liebgott back into rehab. when he's gone you realize your relationship is 200 million times healthier but also extremely boring. you take him back the minute he releases himself AMA.

-lieb cannot figure out how to work tiktok, meanwhile webster has 100k subscribers on youtube and does grwm story time videos.

-you once had to be driven home by babe from the gas station after lieb kicked you out of the car. the fight was because he didn't believe you when you said you were allergic to gluten. babe lets you play cinnamon girl by lana del rey on the way home.

-lieb keeps trying to weaponize therapy language against you, 'baby you're fucking gaslighting me!' webster just makes it worse when he tries to explain what the terms actually mean.

Bill:

-you start dating Bill after he steals you away from Babe. Babe was nice, but you got the ick immediately after realizing he's not the leader of the friend group.

-bill sends you disgusting dick pics with extremely poor lighting. you can see his bottle of lotion in the background.

-you think it's sweet that he brings flowers when you go out until you realize they're stolen from the neighbor's flowerbed.

-you have an extremely lavish jersey shore wedding that culminates in a horrible fight when he shoves cake in your face ruining your 400 dollar makeup (that you paid for) and your 2000 dollar dress (that you paid for). during your vows babe has to hold himself back from saying something when the priest asks if there are any objections.

-DIRTY fingernails! does not wash his hands. gives you a UTI but doesn't understand that it's his fault.

-Doesn't cheat but is always on the brink of it.

-Follows multiple swimsuit models on Insta, claims it's okay because 'sweetheart, listen, it's all on the screen!'

-Is so cheap he refuses to pay for extra sugar for your coffee, 'you've had it bitter before, babe.' you are ready to murder him. takes you to chili's and acts like it's a michelin star restaurant.

Talbert:

-cheats on you immediately. within the first week.

-sends you anonymous texts to get STD tested, too scared to actually go to the clinic but is certain he's dying of syphilis.

-cries to lip for an hour when you leave him for speirs.

Gale Cleven:

-'sweetheart. are you really gonna wear that out to dinner? it's a bit...well... risque.'

-accuses you of being an alchoholic every time you drink, but Bucky has done four Jeagerbombs tonight and isn't getting any lectures. Also. Why is Bucky with you two on your date night?

-is straight but keeps stringing Bucky along because he reminds him of his father and for narcissism reasons.

-marge messages you on facebook to warn you about him, and also to sell you on her new MLM scheme.

-bucky keeps giving you mean little grins as he hangs off your man....you are very close to murdering him.

-you finally leave him after he calls you daddy in bed. not mommy. but daddy.

Bucky:

-gives you chlamidya three weeks into dating. gaslights you into thinking you got it from sitting on a public toilet seat.

-drives drunk while you're in the passenger seat, goes above 90 and almost kills the both of you.

-is in love with gale and you both know it but refuses to talk about it.

-laughs when you start crying over your new STD diagnosis.

-is the worst boyfriend in the entire world. do not date this man!

Leckie:

-cheats on you with vera, but has a jealous meltdown everytime you talk to hoosier at house parties. you were literally just asking the man for a lighter.

-hoosier is stirring shit up for shits and giggles. he keeps liking your thirst trap insta photos, commenting 'photo cred'

-cries when you confront him about cheating. writes a poem to you about how badly hurt he was by the whole situation. says he only did it because that's how he was raised! no one taught him how to love properly!!

-exploits his family trauma at any given opportunity, shameless about it

-writes you sweet yet cringy love poems

-chuckler keeps trying to warn you but is so awkward about it that you just end up super confused

-blows up the minute you try and critique his writing

-tells you you're acting 'just like you're mother!' during arguments

-eventually you break up because you cheat on him with hoosier and he cheats on you again with vera

Hoosier:

-completely emotionally unavailable

-laughs at you in the middle of a fight, then when you storm out he stares at the wall for four hours straight. no blinking. no moving.

-goes to chuckler thinking he's dying because he has a 'weird feeling in his stomach.' the feeling is literally just a crush.

-catches leckie flirting with you. doesn't cause a scene but DOES immediately cheat on you as a retaliatory action. has no idea why you're mad about it.

-determined to hurt you before you hurt him.

-somehow makes you think you're in the wrong due to the sheer FORCE of his conviction that it was okay for him to cheat on you.

-you two break up but get back together after having a baby. the baby is possibly not hoosier's but he's a genuinely good father. (the baby very obviously has leckie's face. no one is fooled.)

-during your wedding ceremony leckie has to be thrown out after making the worst best man speech of all time.

-parent teacher conferences are a nightmare because your child is biting the other kids and is failing all her classes. hoosier blames you for not helping her with her homework. you all go out to souplantation afterwards and he keeps dropping barbs about you being a dumbass.

-the two of you stay married for 40 beautiful years before dying of old age. within those 40 years you separate and get back together a total of 5 times. leckie somehow outlives you both.

Luz:

-is sweet and lovely and handsome and makes you laugh a lot but

-you're banned from six movie theatres, three bars, the pier, disneyland, and a froyo shop

-you don't even LIKE froyo but the fact that you can't fucking go there anymore is driving you up the wall

-you got kicked out of disneyland because he got into a fistfight with donald duck

-his mother HATES you. she is the ultimate boy mom. they are constantly talking about you in Portuguese behind your back. she wears white to your wedding.

-cannot go grocery shopping because he's stopped every five feet by some old acquaintance. you have no idea how he knows any of these people!

Eugene:

-you're his beard but he doesn't know it

-is the ideal gay boyfriend/husband

-buys you flowers and takes you out on beautiful dates. cringes when you try to kiss him

-everything would be PERFECT except snafu keeps creating dummy accounts to harass you, drives by your house at all hours of the night, and you're pretty sure he's planning to SWAT you.

-eugene has no idea why you hate snafu? he's such a sweet guy!

Babe:

-you're a bit embarrassed to tell your friends you're dating him....he's sweet but just so dorky

-almost puked on you after taking a dab at bill's house. you had to comfort him for ten minutes

-long suffering angel who you cheat on because you know he's just too good for you.... better to hurt him before he leaves you first!

-is popular on tiktok somehow. you have no idea how this happened but it did

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skelly kid (baby/toddler) is at the doctor because they need an injection/vaccine and Skeleton is told to hold his kid during it. Predictably it's painful for the kid and they begin crying. How does skeleton react or think? which ones get emotional? And what do they do after? (s/o can be there too! Maybe even recording for memories and keep the reactions hehe.)

Undertale Sans - He stays calm and immediately starts to make funny faces. The kid calms down not ten seconds later. Sans is good at calming kids. It's necessary anyway so no escape out of this. After that, he moves on and acts like everything that happened is normal so his child doesn't associate the doctor with a bad thing.

Undertale Papyrus - Papyrus HATES needles. They're a bit of a trigger for him, even though he's not sure why, and he's a bit panicking when the doctor just puts his child in his arms and brings out of nowhere the BIGGEST NEEDLE HE HAS EVER SEEN. He's ashamed, but he might have hidden his face behind his kid to not see the needle lmao. He cheers the child as soon as that horrible event is over and congratulates them (and himself) for their bravery. Everyone is going to have ice cream after that, and he's going to have the biggest of the three because man he deserved it too. You're a bit surprised as Papyrus usually doesn't eat that much sugary food lol.

Underswap Sans - He wanted to go with S/O but he had to go all by himself. When the kid starts to scream, Blue just winces. He... He doesn't know how to stop them from crying. Please help. He throws a stare full of distress at the doctor lmao. What? He's still new in the being a dad thing! You can't expect him to know what to do! The doctor ends up giving both the kid and the dad a lollipop to calm them both lol. Blue comes back home like a loser and doesn't even want to talk to his S/O. He's done with that day.

Underswap Papyrus - Ah, yes, give the child to the super empath skeleton, for sure nothing bad will happen. Well, good news! The kid doesn't cry at all. Bad news, that's because Honey kinda absorbed his pain like a sponge and now he's just sobbing uncontrollably lmao. The doctor clearly mocks him and asks if he wants a lollipop. Honey is so exhausted he just nods like a child. Thank Asgore, his S/O was there to drive him home. He needs comfort and he's going to be clingy all night.

Underfell Sans - He's uncomfortable. Red doesn't like doctors in general, even more when they're hurting people. As soon as the injection is done, he pulls the chair away from the doctor to put a safe distance between him and his child. It certainly doesn't help that Red is overprotective the first few months following the birth of his baby. He comforts the baby as his S/O talks with the doctor, then he leaves, holding the baby close to his chest and throwing a dark stare at the doctor until he's out of the building. You're not sure how to tell him the baby needs a second injection in a few weeks lol.

Underfell Papyrus - The doctor is kinda scared of Edge lol. Edge is way taller than him, and he's kinda looking down on him with an angry face while he does the injection. The poor doctor feels in danger and as soon as it's done, kinda runs to his desk to escape his death glare. Edge then checks the child from all angles to be sure they're not dying. Later that day, Edge explodes the poor guy's door because his baby has a fever and accuses him of poisoning his child. That's going to be a long day...

Horrortale Sans - The doctor is quite terrified. Oak hates doctors with all he has, but he doesn't want to let his child go alone. He could go at the only condition he promised his S/O and his brother that he wouldn't attack the doctor. That's the only reason this guy is still alive. Oak is quite literally growling at two inches from his face, his only pupils so thin he looks like a shark. One wrong move and it's over. His S/O keeps saying that he's inoffensive, but, uh, the doctor has a hard time believing that. When the baby starts crying and Oak becomes very threatening, S/O picks up the baby, grabs him by the hood and drags him out of the room, before slamming the door in his face. Well, it seems to work for a few seconds. Then a gigantic axe flies through the door. S/O promises the doctor they will pay for that while casually confiscating the axe lmao. Let's just say you don't bring him next time. And you don't tell him you're going to the doctor either. You drag him along as you leave, apologizing to the poor terrified doctor.

Horrortale Papyrus - He hates when his child cries and he hates needles so he doesn't feel good and might get a little emotional. He knows it's for their own good, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. He's agitated after that and won't stop checking on his baby to ensure they're alright. He might also argue with you when it's time to go again a few weeks later. He doesn't like the idea of hurting his child several times like this.

Swapfell Sans - He doesn't think much about it, but he still squints at the doctor when his child starts to scream. You can see the cogs in his head turning, wondering if that guy just hurt his child on purpose or not. That's a little scary, but he's perfectly calm and so it's hard to tell if he's threatening or not. He just gives the doctor a suspicious side eye, then acts like nothing happened. He gives some candy to his child when he gets home, but still monitors them closely for a while, just in case.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's an idiot. So, uh, when he saw the needle, he got scared and put his hand on the way to protect his child. He ended up getting vaccinated. Turns out monster's anatomy is not made for human vaccines and he had to go to the hospital because he kinda immediately had an allergic reaction to it. The child is perfectly fine though and they even brought him a lollipop from the doctor to make him feel better :D He's so going to beg you to not tell his brother though. He's kinda ashamed lol.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Oh come on, that doesn't hurt that much. It's just a pinch and it's done forever. Get over it already. When he was a child, he broke both his legs jumping from a tree and he didn't complain. His S/O is horrified, the doctor is horrified, the child is even more scared and everyone is for sure appreciating Wine's parenting skills right now. He doesn't understand why it's such a thing. He's not the one being dramatic here.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee keeps throwing distressed looks at his S/O as the doctor gets closer with the needle. He doesn't feel good and asks several times if he can give the baby to his S/O instead, but the doctor doesn't listen to him. Well... Coffee faints as soon as that gigantic needle enters his child. He has good reflexes though so he still manages to hold the child above his head as he passes out on the floor. The kid cries because they're confused, they didn't even feel the needle. Coffee feels even more guilty knowing he's the one who made his baby cry. He opens the closet in the doctor's office and disappears inside lol. He needs to hide from the world for a few minutes. You try to explain to the doctor that's normal and that he'll be back in a minute.

[3rizu]

Rory when you’re on your period

Rory is typically around you a lot since you’re both dating so he knows when you’re almost going to get it

Rory usually gets you some snacks for your period it doesn’t matter what you ask him to get he will immediately go to the store and buy it for you

Rory also started to stock up on pads for you because you sometimes get your period while you’re at his house

Rory always makes sure you’re comfortable if you’re on your period and at his house he will cover you up with every blanket if that’s what you want

Rory sometimes is a bit annoying when you’re on your period but he always apologizes and straightens up his act after

If you start your period and have no pads he immediately goes to get you some if possible he grabs you some snacks

After a couple months of dating he has memorized everything you usually ask for so he is now prepared

Rory sometimes asks Benny to make a potion for you if your period is really bothering you he hates to see you in pain

He once asked his mom what he could do to help you when you’re on your period safe to say he’s now the absolute best at helping

If you’ve stained your clothes and need to hand wash it he’s up to doing it for you if you’re okay with it

He won’t visit you if he hasn’t gotten blood in a while since he doesn’t want to risk accidentally hurting you

If you don’t have a heating pad and you’ve been wanting one he saves up money and buys it as a present for you

He hangouts with you at your place if you’re uncomfortable with going out cause you’re worried over staining yourself

If you stayed the night over at his place and accidentally stain his sheets he doesn’t care and just worries about you

He’ll make sure you’ve showered and then he’ll throw away the sheets and change them into new ones he’ll never shame you for a small accident like this

He just reassures you and makes sure you’re nice and bundled up while you go back to take nap since

If it’s your first day he wakes you up in a couple hours so you don’t stain yourself or the bed again

He loves taking care of you while you’re on your period especially if you don’t like it he reminds you he’s there when you need him

He sometimes watches over you as you sleep since vampires don’t sleep though sometimes you find him drifting off in the safety of your arms

He also knows you’re going to get your period when you’re getting more irritated than normal he makes sure to calm down on his jokes

If you have the habit of forgetting to track your period he’ll sometimes do it for you so you won’t have to worry about it

If you’re getting a bit insecure because you’re bloated etc he is quick to give you compliments and reassurance that you’re a divine being in his eyes

Rory has heard of other boys getting grossed out because of a period and he genuinely felt disgusted because he couldn’t think of ever being grossed out over something you cannot control

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A/N:anyone else hate showering during shark week cuz it’s horrible for me

[fizziepopangel]

StaticMoth Headcanons (Romantic)

These two absolutely did couples therapy for a very, very, very long time, though their sessions did get less frequent over time as they learned how to navigate their relationship.

Vox appreciates the gestures and gifts and all, but he doesn’t have the heart to tell the moth demon that he cannot cook for shit so he usually just smiles and chokes down the meals… unfortunately this encourages the moth demon to continue trying to make new, more extravagant dishes, all of which taste like crap.

Valentino has horrible eyesight and usually and when they’re out, Vox acts as his eyes so that he doesn’t have to wear his glasses outside of the tower, but for their last anniversary, Vox got Valentino a set of prescription glasses identical to his signature heart frames so he could see the world around him. Val was absolutely ecstatic. He walked around like a kid in a candy store, pointing out every little detail of everything he could now see.

Velvett has dozens of cute couples photos of the two.

Vox learned spanish to impress Valentino…. He pronounces everything in the whitest possible way, but he did learn.

Around their tower, the pair often wear each other's things. Most of Vox’s leisure clothes are too small for Valentino so he often seems to be wearing cropped shirts or jackets because he still enjoys wearing his partner’s clothes despite the size difference.

Vox calls Valentino his butterfly as a term of endearment 

Val likes to play videogames, but sucks at them. When he plays with Vox and loses, he pouts and says that it's unfair since Vox has an advantage since he's a tv. Vox usually throws the match of whatever they're playing to avoid his partner pouting.

Jealousy. No matter which way you look at it. Val is a jealous lover, hating when anyone even so much as glances in Vox’s direction. Vox on the other hand is only really jealous of Angel Dust.

Vox tends to be the less physically affectionate one in the relationship, but he often seeks physical affection from his moth man as a form of comfort after a really bad day.

Valentino is a cuddler…. Unfortunately he also tends to run warm so he has caused Vox to overheat a bit, causing him to glitch.

On the nights a certain moth demon can’t sleep, Vox stays up with him and plays him the dancing fruit videos that people usually play for their babies.

Vox has always been a bit more of a romantic, but Valentino does pleasantly surprise him from time to time with gestures like poems or gifts that he never imagined Val would be thoughtful enough to come up with. He always makes sure to thank Velvette for both of them. She denies any involvement, but he knows she’s the only person aside from himself that Val trusts to help him with anything in his personal life.

One thoughtful gesture that the pimp did come up with on his own though, is the stuffed shark plushies he buys him for the anniversary of his arrival in hell. The first sharks were just cute plushes that looked similar to the sharks that Vox kept, but after he had bought the entire line of them, Valentino started getting them specially made.

While their on and off again relationship is known to most, the two are actually technically married and have been for a few years.

[the-actual-ocean]

Hello! Ever wonder who does the ocean? That's us! While, technically, we aren't in direct contact with the people who are actually in charge of the ocean, we have assumed the role of keeping it interesting!

Blog, ask, and mod info below the cut!

We are not accepting applications for new mods. This is a personal group blog, and we feel more comfortable with people who have physically thrown one another into blood pits before. sorry.

// We are all minors! Thought I'd add this before the read more.

Feel free to send us asks about what to throw/edit into the ocean! You can simply send us an image or name in the ask box with signatures to specify what format you want the post to be in! they're right below this! and next to those signatures? examples!! of the posts!!

-[Chuck] "An image of a rock, please -[Chuck]." This will have the provided image or description being hastily edited to appear as though they are being thrown into the ocean, or perhaps off a dock!

-[Swim] "adam sandler -[Swim]." This will have the provided image or description being edited into the ocean, and maybe even included a school of said image or description. maybe.

look at him. so majestic in his natural habitat.

-[Amalgamation] "Dany Devito bigfin squid -[Amalgamation]" This will have the chosen subject be horribly amalgamated onto a sea creature or oceanic feature! they will be in extreme pain!

And, uh, just to let you know: there's like a 40% that any news networks suggested in the asks will instead be fed to sea slugs. Sorry.

Mod Info:

Hello! I'm the creator of the blog, and you can refer to me as Juno. You can discern my posts from the other mods through my boring, regular writing, and I'll probably be the only one not to swear. I go by he/him, and I will always take the chance to brag about how I got to make that one part of space, or how I have the most squids to my name. I'll also be able to be recognised with my tag, being #{J}.

hello i am the purple one. i called dibs on purple whilst we were coming up with the idea of this blog, so you will be able to recognise me by my colour and tag: #〔L〕. my name is Liv (i am the only one here who has not changed their name because i couldnt find anything that suited me) and i go by she/her, and ill probably mention penguins a lot. i know they dont live in the ocean, but they come here often so theyre like a family friend. i also like manatees, so they might get a few mentions from me, idk yet. im also probably recognisable through my lack of punctuation apart from commas and full stops, so do whatever you want with that information. i also actually spawned in the ocean, so despite my lack of qualification, im allowed to be here as its sort of a form of compensation for the mistake. heres what i look like!!! (i also have 1 more picrew but we have another post dedicated to them so if you wanna go see just go there!)

Hello. I'm salt, which for legal reasons is not my name but I'm not expanding on that. I'm not sure what happened. I got here by . I go by they/them. It'll probably b quite easy to distinguish me from the others as I use punctuation incorrectly or not at all nd shorten word that don't typically need to be shortened. Another way will probably be my dramatic response to references I understand. When I post, I'll use red and my tag will be #S♣. I also really like sharks. I love sharks. I'm not responsible for them, but I will take credit for them.

HELLO! I am snail. I'm identifiable from my green colour and tag, which is #[Sn]. I go by she/her, and I will probably make spelling mistakes. I also may seem stupid or imbecilic. (See? Big words. Salt can't insult autocorrect.) :D I'm a bit slow and don't wear my glasses at home, so I'll have to take my time reading things and typing with the correct spellings. I'll probably just mention whales and pufferfish, since they're so super awesome. I just swagger walked into the ocean and I'm here now!!

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️💔💔💔💔💔💔💔🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩📷📷📷📷📷📷📷📷

Feel free to omit some if u feel like it ✨

Thank you!!

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As they pile into the engine, Chim notices a crow sitting on the front hood. 

Admittedly, it would be easy to dismiss it as just another coincidence. The chances of it being the same crow as yesterday are minimal. Crows are common birds. The bay doors were open. It is what it is. 

Except that Chim does feel this means someone on this call is going to die. If he wasn’t captain, if this was just him and Hen talking shit in the ambulance, he’d say as much. But he can’t voice his concern now. It would freak out Ravi and Buck, who are both in the engine while Eddie takes the ambulance. He keeps it to himself. He has a horrible tight feeling in his chest, and he keeps it to himself. 

When they arrive at the house, it’s clearer that something beyond just rich people taking drugs and acting stupid is to blame for what’s happening. There’s a collection of very sober-looking adults, all dressed in black, like it’s a funeral, trying to coax the woman out of the sauna - which has been barred from the inside - having left what looks like a charcuterie board and wine at the dining room table. 

“What happened here?” Chim asks. 

“We were doing a reading,” one of the black-clad house guests says. “Madame Mollard was just getting started and Charlise lost her mind! Ran into the sauna, locked herself in, and started hitting her head against the wall!” 

“Madame Mollard?” Chim asks.

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21 for 💔

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Buck avoids the intense looks she then throws in his direction.

Yeah, yeah. He gets it. He’s the scum of the earth and all that. He knows. He knows it better than she does, in fact. 

“Okay,” Chim nods. “If everyone is on the same page, we can begin our day normally. Sound good?”

“Yep,” Buck says tightly. “All good.”

“Uh huh,” Eddie replies drolly. 

Ravi raises a hand, face tight with anxiety.

“What’s up, Rav?” Chim asks. “You don’t have to raise your hand.”

“No, just…” Ravi frowns. “Did I do something to piss someone off? Is that why we’re having this talk?”

Oh for the love of…

“No,” Chim assures him.

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21 for🥩

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She’s the exact same sweet little kid Eddie remembers. Which means one thing. Eddie’s plan is working. 

He tries not to feel too cocky about that as they leave the museum. But, really, there is a sense of triumph. Everyone told him to leave it alone, let it blow over, and not do anything. Everyone meaning Chim and Buck. But whatever! They were wrong. Obviously all Eddie needed to do was make an effort. A spend money. No big deal. 

“Can my shark go in the water?” Jee asks as they walk back to the car.

“That might break it,” Eddie informs her. “I’d keep him on dry land to be safe.”

“Okay!” She chirps. “Thank you, Eddie!”

Thank you, Eddie. 

Eddie grins smugly at Buck.

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21 for 📷

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The thing is, Eddie isn’t ashamed. When he walks down the street with Buck, he’s no longer thinking about who might be looking at them. There’s nothing embarrassing or wrong or bad about being with Buck. About loving him. Even though that conclusion would have certainly felt less scary to reach in Los Angeles. 

Does any of that mean he wants to tell his parents that he’s in a relationship with a man? Especially so soon after getting his son back from them?

No. Not particularly.

“Uh…” Eddie struggles. 

Isn’t there some saying out there? The best lies contain some truth?

“Chris had a career day type thing, where he had to go to work with an adult in his life and learn more about the job they do,” Eddie says. “He didn’t want to come to the fire station, because he knows he won’t be a firefighter. Penny, the little girl, her dad is a pretty accomplished photographer. He took Chris to a photoshoot, so I watched Penny.”

He waits for his mother to process this.

“Christopher likes photography? That’s not even a university degree, is it?” 

Wow. Classic Helena Diaz.

“Well, he’s fifteen, so we’re not too worried about what kind of letters he’ll have behind his name quite yet. Keeping in mind, I have none.”

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[imgoingtofreakoutnow]

A tale of Hospitals and Closets - A Hansry fic

Pairing: Hans x Henry (Kingdom Come Deliverance 2)

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: bodyguard AU, modern AU, panic attack, mentions of death

A/N: So, after reading @mamalazzer incredible fic, I had this itch and I had to write a Hansry fic with a bodyguard AU. This fic is overall kinda inspired by that scene in Red, White and Royal Blue in which Alex and Henry get stuck in a closet in the hospital. I realize the ending is pretty abrupt, it was supposed to be longer but I also know I'll never finish it, so I hope you enjoy!! :D

\_/

Hans hated public events.

Of course, not the kinds where he could just smile and wave to thousands of adoring peasants begging for just a glimpse of his marvellous being. He wished he could have a group of worshippers following him around all day, to remind him how amazing he was and ready to do anything for him at any given time. Like helping him escape from that horrible, horrible situation…

He wasn’t sure what was about hospitals that didn’t sit right with him. Perhaps the blinding white everywhere, as if colour had been drained from the walls the same way life was slowly abandoning the bodies of the people recovered there. Or perhaps the smell of it, a mix of disinfectant, shoddy chicken soup and steamed pears that prodded at his nose and caused the remainder of his breakfast to stir upwards his esophagus.

Everything felt so damn suffocating, as if the entire building was closing in on him, ready to digest him if he dared to lower his guard for even one second. Like it did with his parents.

A knock on the bathroom door pulled Hans back to the present moment. His hands gripping the sink so tightly his knuckles had gone white, the running water forgotten, his hunched reflection staring back at him from the small and rusted mirror hanging crookedly on the wall.

“Are you still alive in there?”

A sigh escaped his lips. Throwing some water in his face, Hans tried to ignore the nausea that was still bubbling in his stomach, focusing instead on another feeling he had gotten very comfortable with.

Anger.

He swung the bathroom door open and there he was, in the same spot where he left him.

“Now I can’t even fucking pee in peace?”

Henry’s eyebrows creased and his lips parted, ready for a witty retort that – in any other occasion – would’ve kept Hans quite entertained for a while, but which in that moment would’ve been the literal straw that broke the camel’s back.

He hurried down the corridor they had come from – Henry stalking right behind him like the shadow he was supposed to be –, back to Hanush and the other five people Hans hadn’t bothered to learn the names of. Given their attire, they were quite definitely doctors of some kind, but to him they all looked the same. He also noticed the photographer lurking in the background, glimpsing every so often up from his camera, his eyes half closed as he looked around. Hans wasn’t sure if he was tired, high or just bored out of his mind to follow them around to catch him in some mild display of goodness.

“So!” Hans clapped his hands as he joined the group – the unexpected sound making the photographer jump a little –, plastering the fakest smile on his face the best he could. “What’s next?”

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As they walked down the thousandth white hallway, Hans started to wonder if he had gone mad. Everything looked the same: every room, every wing of that God-forgotten place. Even the stains on the walls seemed extremely similar to one another, as if they had been put there intentionally every couple turns they made.

While Hanush spoke with one of the doctors – the one with glasses, gray hair and a smile that Hans would’ve expected to find on a shark – he wondered why his uncle thought it a good idea to bring him to this parade.

On one hand, he knew why. There’s nothing as redeeming in the public eye as showing interest in those in need, and Heaven knew if Hans needed that. He had lost count of all the scandals that had his name written on it and somehow he always ended up looking like the one and only to blame, even when it was someone else’s idea to sniff coke in a public park and accidentally leave behind some for some kids to mistake as powdered sugar…

“Fucking Zizka…”

Someone behind him cleared his throat.

Hans turned towards Henry, who was looking around as if the walls were about to burst open with hundreds of jealous and scorned husbands who wanted to see Hans dead.

“You’ve got anything to say?” Hans asked, slowing down his pace to walk side by side with Henry.

“You don’t seem interested in my opinions today,” Henry retorted and Hans rolled his eyes. “But I’d still suggest you refrain from using this kind of language in the pediatric wing.”

Only then Hans seemed to finally register a change in their surroundings. The walls had finally gained some pops of colour in the shape of smiling suns and smiling dogs and… smiling hills?

“That’s fucking terrifying,” he muttered, looking at the drawing of a devilishly smiling bird, who looked ready to step outside the wall and eat him for breakfast. “What kid would want to see this while slowly dying?”

“I think that’s pretty funny.”

Hans scoffed. “Of course you do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Before Hans could answer, he noticed a couple of heads popping outside their respective rooms, eyeing the entire group with the same curiosity a castaway would look at another human after years spent on a desert island. Something stirred in Hans’ chest: he knew what it felt like, spending days after days in those white, disinfected walls; every minute, every hour, every day was the same, a never ending replay of the same steps over and over.

Wake up, check-up, exam, lunch, check-up, exam, dinner, check-up. Time was an untouchable entity, slowly slipping through anybody's fingers, unable to be grasped no matter what. He and his uncle were probably going to be the most interesting things these kids were going to see for a week or two.

Hans waved at the two children, a small smile pulling his lips upwards. One of them, after being noticed, immediately retreated into his room. The other smiled back, waving their teddy bear at him before a nurse gently guided them back to their bed.

“I’d have never guessed you liked children.”

Hans turned to Henry, his lips back to their annoyed pout. “Of course, because I can’t be nothing more than what’s written on my file, right?”

Henry rolled his eyes, straightening the cuffs of his jacket. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“So what-”

An alarm started blaring, drowning the sound of Hans' voice.

Moments later, the lights went off.

The deafening siren was soon followed by the cries of dozens of kids, the steps of just as many nurses running along the corridors and the stern voice of Hanush, able to overcome any noise.

“What alarm is this?” he asked the doctor with the gray hair. He looked back at Hanush, his mouth agape, no sound coming from that mouth which hadn't stopped blabbering about the necessity of new funds since they had stepped foot through the main door.

“It's the armed intruder alarm,” Henry answered a few seconds later, his hand resting on his gun as he looked around for any danger in the dim glow spread by the emergency lights.

Of course he knows the alarm system of the fucking hospital.

Hans wanted to roll his eyes but the chaos and uneasiness of the situation was starting to get under his skin.

Hanush closed his eyes, massaging the bridge of his nose. “Of course it is…”

“Maybe it's a false alarm,” murmured the gray haired doctor, only to receive a death glare from his uncle.

“And how many false alarms of armed intruders have you gotten lately, pray tell?”

The doctor retreated, his head bowed and his forehead getting sweatier by the second.

“Henry.”

The young man straightened his back.

“Find a place for Hans to hide in and stay there with him until I call you.”

He pointed at his own earpiece, a matching one hanging inside Henry’s ear. With a quick nod, Henry caught Hans’ arm and dragged him down the corridor, much to Hans’ dismay.

“I can walk on my own, you know?” he reminded him, trying to shake off the steel grip around his forearm, but with no use. What was he made of, fucking bricks?

“You walk too slow, and we have no time for that.”

“You are unbelievably-”

His words were cut in half when Henry stopped suddenly in front of a door. A supply closet, the sign on it said. He opened the door and pushed Hans inside, who was basically thrown against the shelves that filled the space. Henry followed him and locked the door, blocking it also with a broom that magically appeared in his hands.

“We should be fine here,” he sighed, relief filling his voice.

In the pitch black and with his back against the shelf further from the door, Hans moved his hands around, trying to establish the width of the room they had found themselves in – or to be more precise, that Henry had thrown them in. Opening his arms completely, he was able to touch both side walls, and given Henry’s breathing, there was barely any space to move left.

Fuck.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He could feel it already, the tightening in his chest depriving him of all the air in his lungs, his heart drumming in his ear and punching against his sternum, screaming to be let outside. His legs gave out under him and he fell to the floor of the closet, bumping into Henry’s own legs as he did so.

“Hans? Are you okay?”

Hans couldn’t help the laughter escaping his lips.

“Oh, it’s fine,” he managed to breathe out. “I’m going to die in a supply closet… with a moron of a bodyguard who could learn by heart the hospital’s alarm system… but didn’t even bother remembering about my fucking phobia for small spaces.”

Silence fell in the room, the siren outside muffled extremely well by the plywood door.

“Fuck,” Henry muffled softly.

Hans laughed again, his chest clenching once more around his organs. “Yeah.”

“We can’t turn on the light but I could use the torch in my phone to-”

“Fuck no!” Hans stopped him on his tracks. “I’d rather not actually see how small this closet is while we’re stuck in it.”

“Understood,” Henry replied and Hans could see him nodding even in the dark.

Silence fell once again, interrupted only by Hans’ quick and shallow breathing. Then a shuffling, some rattling of shelves and medical equipment and a thud against the floor.

“Can I do anything to help?”

When he spoke again, Henry’s hoarse voice didn’t come down to Hans but reached him from his same level. As he moved his leg in a more comfortable position, it bumped into a mass that wasn’t there before. He couldn’t help the smile that pulled his lips. Thank God there was no light in that bloody closet.

“Can we… leave this death trap?”

Henry sighed. “Not until Hanush gives me the word.” “Then I doubt… you can do anything about it.”

Another moment of silence.

And then more shuffling.

And then Henry’s hand found Hans’ knee in the dark, a gentle touch right above Hans’ light trousers.

“Give me your hand,” he said softly.

Something stirred inside Hans' gut, and it had nothing to do with his panic attack. He ignored it, as he always did whenever he dared to let his eyes wander a moment too long on Henry’s features, on the way his hair fell softly on his forehead or how the buttons of his shirt seemed always a deep breath away from exploding from their threads. 

“Why should I?”

He almost heard Henry’s eyes roll. “Can you just listen to me without bickering for once?”

After a moment, Hans sighed and – sliding his hand slowly – managed to find Henry’s. His palm was as coarse as it looked, the hands of someone who was used to working his entire life to make a living and survive. His hand, with only a few callouses from his past days of tennis playing, felt almost guilty for a moment as it slipped in Henry’s. As if it hadn’t done enough.

Henry wrapped his hand around Hans’ and pulled it towards him until his palm met Henry’s chest.

“What… are you doing?”

Henry ignored his question. “Can you feel my heartbeat?”

He could. It was impossible not to. It was steady, his rhythm an anchor under his fingertips. But it wasn’t the only thing he could feel. Even with a shirt separating their skins, Hans couldn’t ignore the warmth radiating from his body, as if hovering his hand above a fireplace. Not close enough for the flames to envelope his skin, but close enough to get burned.

“Yes,” he barely breathed, hating the way his voice sounded. Weak, vulnerable. So unlike his station… he was the Lord of Pirkstein, for Heaven's sake! And now, he could barely breathe.

“Focus on that.” Henry's thumb started slowly circling the back of Hans' hand. “I mean, if I can survive being stuck in a small space, I'm sure you can manage.”

A snort escaped Hans' mouth in between his short breathing. “I'm taller than you.”

“Barely,” Henry hummed, the hint of a smile in his voice.

Hans chuckled but, for once, did as Henry told him. He focused on his beating heart, trying to slow down his breathing like he saw while scrolling on his socials.

Deep breath in.

Hold.

Fuck, he couldn’t breathe.

“I swear to God, I hate this place!” he gasped, reaching for all the air in that closet. “After today, I’ll never set foot in a bloody hospital ever again.”

Henry laughed, a hearty laugh that shook his chest. Hans felt the vibrations running along his arm and against his heart. He wasn’t sure if the warmth spreading on his face was embarrassment or something else.

“I can’t believe you dare to laugh at my expenses.”

“At least that explains why you’ve been a piss all day.”

Hans nodded. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Silence once again. Henry’s thumb was still moving on Hans’ skin.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Did he wanna talk about it? Talk about the accident and the months spent in the hospital getting better and all the while watching his parents disappear between those walls until there was nothing left of them?

Hans scoffed. “I’m sure you’ve already read everything about that on the file.”

“Of course I have,” Henry replied, annoyance seeping into his voice. “But that file is just a piece of paper. It tells me just what I need to know.”

Under Hans’ palm, Henry’s heart quickened; his grip around the other’s hand tightened ever so slightly.

“But it’s not everything, is it?”

Hans wasn’t sure what moved him, what crazy thought drove him to slide his hand upwards, along Henry’s chest. His fingers found the collar of his shirt – always buttoned up, always so professional – and then roamed past it, reaching his neck and the grazing stubble of his jaw.

“No,” he whispered softly, resting the tips of his fingers on Henry’s throat. “It isn’t.”

Henry swallowed under his touch, a feeling that sent a shiver down Hans’ spine. Then his hand slowly moved along Hans’ arm. As his body moved closer, as their legs crossed and his hand slipped from Hans’ arm to the back of his neck, Hans held his breath, for a moment forgetting the small space, the hospital – everything – until he could only feel the faint warmth of Henry’s breath against his cheek.

“Am I close?” he asked and then his lips pressed against Hans’ cheekbone.

The young lord giggled under that touch. “Not quite.”

“And now?” he asked again, this time his lips meeting his chin and lingering longer this time.

Hans swallowed the knot of anxiety that was growing in his throat. “A step north and you’re there, sailor.”

And to aid him, Hans’ hand found Henry’s chin and pulled him closer, guiding him for that small distance until their lips finally found each other.

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It wasn’t the first time Hans kissed a man, and it was not the first time he did so in a lightless room. However, it was the first time his other senses weren’t bombarded by stimuli. No drumming music in his ears – other than the faint siren outside the door, no revolting smell of sweat and vomit bothering his nostrils, no taste of alcohol numbing his tongue. There was an uncharacteristic silence, a quiet stillness made of soft gasps and groans as Henry closed his lips against his, one hand on the back of Hans’ head and the other on the shelves behind him to avoid crushing on the young lord under him.

Oh, how Hans wished he would just crush him…

His hands had slipped around Henry’s neck and were pulling him closer, or at least as close as he could. His fingers tried to slip down his shirt but the collar was annoyingly too tight.

“Don’t mess with my buttons, Capon.” The bodyguard’s warning gained a huff from Hans but he desisted from trying to unbutton his shirt, cupping Henry’s face instead. “Your loss. Many before you have said that I have magic in my fingers.”

Henry scoffed. “You remember I’m not a lass, right?”

“Oh yeah…” Hans pulled him closer, a devilish smile on his face. “And they also say I have Heaven in my mouth.”

Under his fingertips, Hans felt Henry’s cheeks getting warmer.

“You’re adorable when you’re blushing.”

“I’m definitely not blushing,” Henry lied, his thumbs running against Hans’ short hair.

“Fine, you’re not blushing…” Hans pressed his lips on Henry’s. “And I’m not kissing you.”

Henry chuckled, the smile still painted on his face when he kissed Hans back. “Definitely not.”

[belit0]

The uchiha have thick and bushy eyebrows as a standard of beauty ? Just like the thick long black hair I follow because of their unique beautiful genes,you think which uchiha would like to see other features of any clan whether it be white hair, the white eyes of the hyuga the wild features of Inuzuka or the exotic hair of the Uzumaki clan we even throw in the shark look of the Hoshigaki clan.

Mmm,,,,,

Madara

Madara acts above it all, like nothing surprises him anymore. But deep down? There are some things that catch his attention.

Hoshigaki sharp teeth? -Unsightly.- (Secretly wondering if they’re stronger than normal human teeth.)

Hyūga eyes? -A pale imitation of our power.- (But definitely intrigued by their perception.)

Inuzuka wild features? -Undisciplined.- (But lowkey respects their animal-like instinct.)

Madara would never say it aloud, but he absolutely has thoughts about the way other clans look. He’s just too proud to admit any of them.

Would rather die than say: "That’s actually cool."

Izuna

Izuna does not like admitting when he finds something interesting. He will act so smug and superior, but his eyes will linger just a little too long when someone with unique features passes by.

Uzushio red hair? He calls it "too flashy," but stares a little too much.

Hoshigaki gills and teeth? He scoffs, but then asks if they can actually breathe underwater.

Inuzuka fangs? He claims they’re "not impressive," but will absolutely look twice when they smirk.

If anyone catches him staring? Immediate denial.

-I wasn’t looking. You’re delusional.-

Obito

Obito is horrible at keeping his thoughts to himself. The moment he sees anything unusual, it’s written all over his face.

-WOAH, YOUR TEETH—”(to a Hoshigaki, before getting smacked)

-Wait, not a Sharingan? why do your eyes do that— (to a Hyūga, before getting told to shut up)

-Your hair is so—can I touch it?- (to an Uzumaki, before realizing that was a mistake)

Would 100% get distracted staring at someone’s weirdly sharp nails or their unnaturally long fangs mid-fight and get punched in the face for it.

Shisui

Shisui is the most chill about it. If he sees something interesting, he’ll openly compliment it.

-Your clan’s eyes are probably better than ours... Can you see my chakra right now?" (to a Hyūga, totally fascinated)

-That Uzumaki hair shade is actually kind of amazing. It just... grows like that, naturally?

-You can smell enemies from miles away? That’s kinda badass.- (to an Inuzuka, 100% genuine)

Would be the type to befriend anyone just out of sheer curiosity. Probably tests a Hyūga’s Byakugan range by running further and further away while yelling "Can you still see me??"

Itachi

Itachi, with his analytical mind, would register everything about other clans' features in seconds—and then move on.

Hyūga sight? Makes sense.

Uzumaki hair? Strong chakra, expected.

Hoshigaki look? Genetic adaptation. Not surprising.

He doesn’t gawk, doesn’t stare, doesn’t ask questions. If anything, people are more intrigued by him because he doesn’t react the way they expect.

Hoshigaki: -You’re not going to ask about my teeth?-

Itachi: -No. But I assume you need a high-protein diet.-

Hoshigaki: -...Okay, damn.-

Final verdict?

Madara refuses to acknowledge his curiosity.

Izuna pretends he doesn’t care but does.

Obito is the most openly curious.

Shisui is the most openly appreciative.

Itachi is too logical to waste time thinking about it.

But deep down, every Uchiha has at least one moment where they stare a little too long at someone very different from them and think—

"Huh. That’s actually kind of cool."

[cottondo]

how do you think the aqua teens would react to asking them to buy pads 😭😭😭

OOO I lowkey love this ask HAHAH

FRYLOCK |

- ah shit. It happened again.

- frylock was totally prepared for this, too.

- He knew your period was coming because of the cravings.

- when you ask him to grab you stuff, he’s never throwing a fit. He’s prepared, has a written list of everything you want and need, and knows exactly what you like.

- Shit, he even picks up some of your favorite sweets and snacks along the way.

- He might mumble a little bit of something under his breath if the list starts growing a little too long..

- but he reminds himself how much he cares about you, and it’s only for a week, so it’s all fine!

- Frylock sometimes even calls you up on his way home to ask what else you’d like before coming home.

- he’s in and out of the store in a flash. He’s basically got this down like the back of his hand! He’s confident, and practically speed runs it.

- frylock might still kinda hide what he’s buying, but only because he knows you don’t need the entire world to know that you’ve gotten your period.

MASTER SHAKE |

- Shake had his suspicions that it was that time of the month again; mostly because of the mood swings. And he was obviously a dick about it.

- sometimes he even started arguments because he knew how revved up and emotional you could get. It was a fun little game !

- damn. But that’s means he has to cater your every will, want, and need for the next three to five days. Hell, even the week beforehand.

- you asked him super nicely, to run to the store and grab your favorite brand of pads / tampons. After all, it was either that, or bleed on his favorite chair. And he couldn’t have that.

- Shake makes a fit about it, but secretly doesn’t mind doing it. It’s just the stares of being in the woman’s aisle not knowing what to grab is what was so daunting and annoying.

- He practically forgets the brand every time, even when he insists on knowing what it is that you needed.

- What’s cotton or regular? What the hell are the different sizes for?

- shake had no idea, but grumbled and mumbled to himself before having to suck it up and ask for someone’s help.

- when he does finally get home with your wants and needs, he usually tosses in a few little chocolate bars or snacks so the two of you could both munch on something together, since he was gonna do all that work to go get you stuff

MEATWAD |

- so, oddly enough, meatwad was honestly one of the only household members that wrote down when he thinks you’d be due.

- the calendar was right- it totally was the day of the shark attack.

- he knew just what to do!

- Go to the store, grab some pads/tampons, go home- -

- only problem is, he needs help, because this dude has horrible memory.

- That, and he gets distracted by EVERYTHING under the sun.

- so after long talks in grocery aisles, he finally makes his way over to the snack aisle; only to become distracted by everything that he likes or wants to buy.

- Sometimes you have to call and check up on him while he’s out, too,,

- makes sure he’s getting the right things, and gentle reminders that you’re kind of in a hurry.

- Overall, he makes it home, and loves to give you bunches of cuddles while the two of you pig out on snacks and drinks

[mikuni14]

Jack & Joker - Ep 7

This episode was extremely hard for me to watch, because it's like someone took the tropes I hate the most and decided to put them here one by one. Lack of communication, misunderstanding, saying something horrible about a loved one when don't mean it and they hear it, a love triangle, a love triangle with a girl in a BL series, noble sacrifice, noble, stupid and unnecessary sacrifice, being mean for a "noble" purpose to protect a loved one by rejecting them, heartbreaking fights, jealousy, the pain of rejection, suffering alone. I hate every single one of these things and a series that I like so, so much decided to throw them all into one episode, at once. So it's easy to imagine that I'm not having a good time 💀

So many bad things happened in this episode that I started crying at the end, it was just too much. What really depressed me was that many of these things were unnecessarily bad, and there was a kind of malice in them that was hard to watch on screen.

I had some understanding (not excuse - understanding) for Save in the last episode, but then I didn't know all the facts. Now I have only contempt for him, because he is simply stupid and cruel in what he does. Save didn't even arrange something specific for Hope, or even for himself, which is exceptionally stupid, since he literally sold his soul to the devil - as it turns out, for nothing. On top of that, he didn't have to include Joke in his schemes, my jaw just dropped when after everything he did to Jack and his grandma, he himself, without being asked, says to Boss that there is one more dude who can mess with your plans, like bitch fr? Save dangerously plays god, messing with people's lives (in grandma's case - her LITERAL life) and for whom, for his boyfriend who works for the mafia and openly says that he actually likes doing it and unlike Jack - is a real loan shark who beats people (his behavior radicalized Tattoo). Hope was beaten, which is a risk of the profession he does, he wasn't beaten up randomly on the street for money, or bullied at a regular job., ffs! But what Save will never earn my forgiveness for is that for the sake of unclear privileges for his boyfriend 1) he could've killed an innocent person 2) he destroys the lives - and I want to emphasize this - LITERALLY DESTROYS THE LIVES of 3 innocent people. And not that I like Rose, but it also affects her life. Thus, grandma, Jack, Joke and Rose are just pawns, a colateral damage in his plans, for his own personal gain.

SAVE IS LIKE TEE FROM DFF. Sorry, but just as I had no sympathy for those guys, I have no sympathy for Save. He doesn't have to do this, he doesn't have to do such cruel and plainly evil things, he doesn't have to be so zealous, such an "employee of the month doing 200% of the norm" lol. It's very interesting that Save, instead of persuading Hope to leave this job and even run away, since he's oh so worried about him, directs his efforts to protect him, by harming others - others who are in the same or worse situation as he is.

..........

This whole marriage plot is so silly and soap opera and that's how I decided to treat it, so that I could still like this show 😅. Gods, it's just so stupid and when Jack initially didn't agree, I was so happy that finally, a voice of reason, and yet.. I don't know how Boss and Jack imagine doing this? I mean technically and.. just… generally???? How Jack plans to marry a woman he doesn't care about (with potential sex? children????) and at the same time follow Boss's orders, while being, you know, himself??? Not to mention that there is a whole ass person in this puzzle: Rose? And I'm not even mentioning Grandma, who is not stupid - how will she feel knowing that Jack literally sold himself for her health? From Jack's words in this episode, I gather that he is more or less aware of Joke's feelings. And I'm a little upset about the fact that Jack hurts him so much, knowing this. And his "noble motives" do not excuse him, because Jack leaves scorched earth behind him, destroys people around him and HIMSELF. And it will get even worse, because there will be no way out of this situation, in which he is digging himself deeper and deeper, which is what Joke was trying to tell him. Jack does something I particularly hate: he "sacrifices himself nobly" but he is really selfish in this sacrifice, because he doesn't ask if anyone actually wants his sacrifice it's The Sign all over again, fuck. And the fact that he does all this alone, officially, to protect his loved ones, shows that he really doesn't trust those close to him, that they can either help him, or that they could decide for themselves. And although I don't like Rose, Jack is ready to marry her without love, for his benefits, which is... suddenly not so noble, right Jack?

I know that all this is the law of slightly exaggerated TV romances, because if Jack had trusted Joke and his grandma and talked to them, maybe together they would have figured out another way to get money for her treatment, but then again, there wouldn't have been all this drama 🙄

But Jack didn't even try.

And he's really getting to the point where even if he wanted to stop, he wouldn't be able to, and even if he somehow managed to, there would be nothing to save, because everyone would be too hurt by him to forgive him. And he's so blinded by fear and the belief that he's doing the right thing that he doesn't even see it.

The approach of Save, Jack and Joke to situations when they feel they have no choice is very interesting. Save sacrifices others without hesitation, Jack sacrifices himself (consciously) and others (unconsciously), Joke sacrifices himself. Joke is truly selfless in all of this, because he is able to humiliate himself in front of his father for someone he cares about, work for pennies, but legally, as Jack wants, when things are very bad, he still feels duty towards the grandma - a person, who was kind to him. Whatever he does, he's alone in it, he doesn't involve others, any harm falls only on him. Apart from that, he blames himself for everything...

...........

Despite everything that the series has shown in tis ep, and which I actively hate, I cannot but praise the series for a few things:

the actors gave it their all in this episode, especially in the micro-expressions on the faces of Jack, Joke and Save, when you can see that they are trying to hide what they are going through

as always, I have to praise the incredibly accurate socio-political-economic background of the series. That there is always a bigger shark in the pool, the total detachment from reality of the rich and that they do NOT WANT to know this reality and that they don't really care. How easily the poor fall into a spiral of debt, a system of dependency, passivity caused by constantly hitting a wall and helplessness in the face of constant adversity (how Jack did not even consider other methods of obtaining money, but went straight to Boss)

that in reality it's so easy to manipulate the poor, who ultimately harm themselves and each other, which is exploited by the elites. The elites know that it's enough to set people against each other and they will jump at each other's throats, doing all the dirty work for them, while they feast on exquisite dishes in beautiful interiors, in expensive clothes. Tattoo, Save, even Jack, do what is expected of them on their own, and their actions negatively affect… themselves and people like them. This is a very brutal and gloomy conclusion to this series, unfortunately also very realistic. Because the rich, the elites know that a divided, depressed society that lives in fear is easier to manipulata and control. Becasue if Jack, Joke, Tattoo, Hoy, Save and Hope joined forces, they would probably be able to oppose Boss, to come up with something for themselves. And so from the beginning we see how their various selfish actions throw themselves and others like them under the bus. Because really, as sad and awful as it may sound, neither Boss nor even Rose could have done anything if not for the significant "help" from Tattoo and Save

the unexpected, but weirdly compelling het ship 😆

Finally, the most beautiful scene. I really appreciate the choice of shots in this scene, especially when only the hands are framed and the focus is on them, without showing the face… 💖

Why can't they be like this all the time 🥺

[alien-magnolia]

His Little Grace

Prince Sidon x Hylian hyperfem! reader

Fic description: As Ganon’s minions infiltrate the Zora Domain, you, a weary, small, gentle traveler, are caught in a rut, on the brink of death, not being able to face creatures corrupted by the calamity on your own. The kind prince of Zora, Sidon, accompanies you, protecting you from the monsters. The two of you eventually are drawn into something more…

Tw: 18+ MINORS DNI, shark anatomy, omegaverse biology, breeding kink, sub-coded/super bottom hyperfeminine reader, SIZE kink, kind of non-canon breath of the wild, protective sidon, damsel in distress trope, rough sex, shark love bites, some sidon x link as well, pls reblog and help a writer out!!

Omegaverse rules:

https://www.wattpad.com/amp/706590591

It was a rainy morning in the Zora Domain, 7 o’clock to be exact. The rain battered alongside the icy pathways, the waves crashed below. The King, Dorephan, sat on his throne, concerned due to the noises heard outside the domain. The King has summoned some of his attendants and soldiers, including Link, the Hylian Champion. The King voiced his concerns to the group, saying that the noises sound like an attack on the kingdom; possibly Vah Ruta and guardians back under Ganon’s control. Link volunteers to go inspect the area outside the domain, in Upland Zorana. Sidon burst through the archway.

Father! What horrible news! I have heard that Ganon is possibly attacking the kingdom again! It is preposterous! Let me know what I can do to protect the kingdom!,” the shark smiles, winking and flexing his bicep, his signature look. “My son. Perhaps you can swim down the river, and see what is in the Lananryu Wetlands, closer to Central Hyrule, near the entrance to our domain,” the King suggests. “Of course,” Sidon agrees, and bids a goodbye to Link, whom he did have relations with. Sidon would never admit due to his pride, that he had a soft spot for Hylians. They were so tiny, so soft. The opposite of him. Link was his best friend, and sometimes lover. Link was a beta, however. Sidon, as an alpha, really yearned for a Hylian that was an omega. He wanted to feel one, experience being with one. As biology said, alphas and omegas were made for each other, regardless of race in Hyrule. Same or interspecies, it did not matter. Yet, Sidon failed to find a female, omega, counterpart to his sweet Link’s beauty.

He waved to Link, telling him to be safe, before watching him use Revali’s Gale to fly up into Upland Zorana. Sidon swam down the river, watching as electric Lizalfos, electric chu-chus, and golden bokoblins prowled around the plains, at the side of the river. “So many monsters…,” he thought to himself, swimming faster, hoping not to run into them. He swam to the bridge at the outskirts of Tabahl Woods. He saw a crowd of Black moblins, shrieking, with Dragonbone weapons, attacking something on the ground. He looked a little closely, barely visible to the monsters. He saw that they were attacking a Hylian. A very small one at that. He growled, jumping onto the bridge, facing the moblins, and took a few of them out swiftly, using his muscles and sharp teeth.

After throwing the last moblin down into the waterfall, Sidon comes closer to inspect the Hylain, to see if they were okay. A sickeningly sweet smell has hit him. He crouched down, taking a closer look. A very small Hylian woman, laying on the bridge, gravely wounded. Her blood, her body, smelled so good to him… could it be? An omega?

He stops his dirty mind from trampling him, and gently picks up the Hylian. Placing her in his arms, he swims up the river as fast as he could, eager to get her into the domain, so she could be properly healed and taken care of.

He reaches the domain, swimming up the waterfall, careful not to drown the woman. “Somebody! Please help! I have found an injured Hylian!!,” he shouts, and at instant, a few other Zora take her away to heal with herbs, in the lower chambers of the kingdom. Sidon meets back with Link, glad that he is okay, giving him a few kisses as well.

“My Link. I think I have found an omega. What should I do?! I am a bit worried!!,” Sidon shouts at him, the little man looking at the shark with a smirk.

“See if the chemistry is right, when she wakes up. If it is, perhaps then you could mate with her, for real, unlike you and I,” Link sheepishly tells him.

“Yes! Link! You are amazing! A genius! An absolute marvel!!,” Sidon shouts at him, giving Link his signature smirk and wink, and hugging him before running off to check on the Hylian he just rescued.

“My dear. Are you okay?,” he leans over the woman, his large shadow covering her small one. She moans in pain, looking up at him. “I think I’m okay now, yes. Who are you?,” her voice was small and shy, quiet. She meekly looked at him with her beautiful green eyes. Sidon blushed, loving how soft her voice was.

“Quickly, young one. Tell me your name.” The woman tells him. “Lily.” “Ah. What a beautiful name that is. I am Sidon, Prince of the Zora. I was making my round down the Zora River, when I saw you being beaten by monsters on Inogo Bridge!!,” he exclaimed, clearly worried for the young woman.

“I should have been more careful,” the woman replied, slightly blushing.

——-

You had been beaten by Moblins, and were about to meet your end, when you feltl a strong presence lift you up, carrying you up the Zora River, up a waterfall. You did not know who that was, yet you were extremely grateful. You awoke to a beautiful Zorana leaning over you. His smile, his voice, his muscles. You loved it.

Best of all, it seemed like he was an alpha. You could tell right away. This is who you had been searching for.

You had been born in a Hylian village off the coast, Luteno Village, full of Betas. The only other Alpha in the village was already mated — to a Beta. They did not have heats, ruts, pheromones. Sometimes, you wished to be one of them. Oh how easier it would be. Omegas were weaker than most, softer. This did not do you any good, especially in the calamity — so many monsters around. What options did you have?

Therefore, you left your small, coastal fishing village in hopes of finding a mate, a lover. You traveled up the Zora River, into Shatterback Point, up mountains, in the rain, in a thunderstorm. The time could have finally come. You were positive that whoever saved you, this ‘Prince Sidon’, was an Alpha. Further, he was royalty.

The size difference between you two was massive. You nervously watched as his clawed hand rested near your body. His palm was the size of your entire arm.

“My dear. Are you alright? You look positively out of it,” the handsome prince spoke to you. You replied that you were, which then coincided with him asking what you were doing in the area.

“Well, you see, Prince Sidon, I came here to find a mate. In Luteno Village, most of the people are Betas — normal. I’m a little helpless on my own, you see, with the calamity and all. I’m not strong enough to fight these monsters. I don’t even think that Omegas and Alphas are common in all of the kingdom of Hyrule…,” you trail off, a bit sad.

The shark grinned back at you, with a knowing yet gentle smile. “My dear. You see, they aren’t that common in the land of Zora either. Alpha and Omega pairs used to be more common before the calamity. All of our Zorai, they are mated pairs, since we usually have very long life spans. Except for me, of course.”

You nod, starting to realize what he was implying. You were sure that he was able to sense the tension between you. You had read, in an old book your grandmother owned, written before the calamity, that just each other’s presence can indicate true love between an Alpha and Omega. You hoped that your late grandmother’s book was right.

“Lily. I want to ask you something, sweet pearl,” Sidon starts. Perhaps, once you feel better, I can show you around the village?,” his yellow eyes look hopeful, bashful, even. A prince, paying attention to you. You were over the moon, and so, you obliged.

—-

Just in a few days, the Zora had healed you. You spent more and more time with the Prince every day, whom you now called Sidon. After a week, Sidon had asked you to accompany him for a nightly swim. The two of you had started doing that ever since you had healed.

You loved how fast he was in the water, how gentle he was with you on his back. Most of all, you loved how big he was. <3

Sidon took you into the lake next to the domain, and up the Veiled Falls. The two of you sat on the luminous stone filled dock, tension between the two of you rising. Sidon tapped his sharp nails upon the dock, nervous on what to say.

“What is it?,” you asked, putting a concerned hand on his shoulder, which made him flinch. “My Pearl. Lily. I have gotten to know you over the past week or so. You are truly amazing! I have never met a Hylian such as yourself before! This is a personal question to ask..yet.. are you possibly looking for something more than safety , here in the Zora Domain?”

You wince, deciding to tell him the truth. “I came here to look for a mate, Sidon. I’m an omega. They aren’t very common after the calamity,” you look down as you say it. Perhaps he has an arranged marriage already.

“My Lily. I am so glad to hear you say that!” He looked enthusiastic suddenly. “You see, I am one of the only other Alphas in this town myself! Everyone else is male or female, just a Beta. You are right, sweet Pearl! How clever you are,” he praises you.

You blush as he compliments you. He moves a bit closer to you. His clawed hand gently holds your head. “You and I, my pearl. I think you’re the most adorable little Hylian I’ve ever seen. The fact that you’re an omega — that is just even more precious and intriguing to me. Be my mate, sweet pearl,” he gently asks of you, yellow eyes full of passion.

You agree, giggling as he brings you in for a kiss. He was gentle with you, although you could feel his sharp teeth grazing your lips. You kiss him back with passion, you feel your lip start to bleed because of his sharp teeth. The two of you are inextricably close now, and his two hands easily grip your hips, almost as long as your whole torso. He gently moves you closer to him, although you can feel his sharp claws pierce your soft tummy.

His smell, his lips, his eyes, all of it was intoxicating. In your grandmother’s book, you have read that those with ‘sexual variance’ (gender classified as omega or alpha — instead of male or female (what Betas had) have greater chances for passionate and intricate sexual and romantic relations. It was biology, after all.

You press your smaller body closer to him, your softness against his rougher skin. You traced your small hands over his torso, his wide shoulders <3 as you could feel him moan into your mouth. He pulls away for a second, manhandling you onto his lap, where you felt a rather big bulge forming already..<3

“You know, sweet one…I have always hoped to find someone with sexual variance… a little omega I could have all for myself, to love, to breed…,” his voice seemed much lower now, you swore you could hear a growl behind it. “Make me yours then,” you softly reply back, gazing into his yellow eyes.

He smirks, and then uses those strong muscles of his to pin you onto the ground. A trail of wet kisses is left all over your face, your neck, your breasts, which he cups so gently, mindful of his claws, your hips. He asks if he can take off your clothes. You nod, and he does so, careful not to rip them with his claws.

“My little grace smells so good for me,” he chuckles darkly. “That’s all you wanted, hmm? A strong alpha to come breed you, claim you…,” he whispers, his sharp teeth grazing your lips. You nod. “Please, Sidon. Want it, please…,” you beg him, doe eyes meeting his.

“You know, my little love…Zora actually have two cocks. I wonder how they’ll fit inside my Pearl…,” he chuckles, bringing you in for another kiss. There you were, caged in his arms, your small hands around his large, bulging biceps, and you can feel him start to grind into you for a bit, before his cocks spring up, all hard, veiny. You almost drool, yet you stop yourself.

You have read in your grandmother’s book that alphas have bigger cocks than betas, than omegas. They have superior strength too…

You stare in awe as the Zora runs his clawed hand over his cocks, over his ball sack, all full and ready to burst!! “Sidon. Please, want it in me,” you beg of him, pathetically reaching up to him like a little girl would to her father.

“I’ll give you anything you ask for, little Pearl. So sweet…,” he moans, and with that, you see him gently line up his two cocks to your already soaking, wet, pussy. You wonder how his sharp teeth would feel on it … <3

“Sidon. I’ve never.. never had this before…,” you tell him shyly. He reassures you with a few kisses. “I will be gentle, little love. You will get used to it, you will want more. Don’t know how long I have been waiting for an omega, all to myself,” his grin showcased his row of sharp teeth, scaring and making you want him more at the same time.

You were ready. He gently began to push his pulsating cocks into you. The stretch hurt, yet since you were wet, you were ready for him. You could take it. He pushed in little by little, and the deeper he went, the more delirious you got. His cocks just stuffed you up so perfectly!! <3

Your eyes met his, your soft hands ran alongside his cheeks, his fins on his head. He has you in a mating press, and you could swear you were seeing doubles from how nicely his cocks filled you. Your eyes began to roll back into your head, as you drift away from the world, and solely focused on the moment: him.

“My sweet Pearl. Doing so well, my love. Taking these big cocks so nicely, can’t wait to breed you, my Pearl, have you carry my heir…,” he moaned out, just as delirious as you were. You were his prey, to be caught, bred, owned by him!! “Please, my prince, Sidon, please!!,” you squealed, eager to agree to everything he was saying, due to how earth shatteringly amazing you felt right now.

“Mate me. Claim me. Please, sir,” you beg him, a moment of clarity in your delirium. He smirks in response, giving you a little (sharp) love bite on your shoulder. “My pleasure, my little love.”

He starts rutting into you, faster, your little body shakes and you have to hold onto him as tightly as you could muster, burying yourself in the crook of his neck. You see stars, with his throbbing cocks inside you, you’ve never felt something be so right. You feel them twitch, and with screams from the both of you, you come at the same time.

You feel his hot seed spill into you, filling you.

You fall asleep in his arms after a bit of cuddling, and he gently takes you back to the Domain, to the palace, into his private chambers. You were his now. His mate, his little grace.

Author's note: Enjoy everyone! Let me know if I should make a part two, or maybe a sidlink fic!! Pls reblog and help a writer out!! <3

[hookedsworks]

I, Carrion - A Sleep Token Vampire Alternate Universe

AO3

Chapter 1 - I Have A Feeling We're Close To The End

Thunder cracked across the sky, lightning stitching up the edges. A downpour worthy of any horror film raged. The windows rattled against the torrent. III and IV had finally settled. The dust had, too. All of that messy, horrible fallout. The world had learned of monsters, and they had finally escaped. A rickety, drafty cottage buried somewhere in the rolling hills of Wales had become their refuge. They had long lost their II…lost him to The Vessel. They would have to live with it. They had been for years now. II had…changed his mind, supposedly. Decided salt water was drinkable, that he could swim with sharks.

The last III had seen him, he had not succumbed to the change. Not by looks, and he was out too early for one of The Vessel's minions. III had hoped he could be saved. IV had insisted that they, the creatures, The Vessel's animalic minions, were evolving. II was not to be trusted. It was time to leave London. IV had insisted, thinking this was the best way to protect them both. He knew that III had been something akin to being involved with II. Had loved him, in a way. Though IV was not quite sure what way that was. He may have seen III steal a kiss. It was not IV's business. III had more romantic notions of the world. Notions IV had sworn off. IV had sworn off love the very same day he had learned of The Vessel's existence. This world was not one for love. This was the world Mary Shelley and Bram Stoker had dreamed up, kind of, and IV would fight it. Fight for humanity. It was already lost, he knew. He couldn’t put the anger down, couldn't let go of a desire to help. His anger kept him warm.

III appeared, threadbare shawl wrapped tightly around him. A shawl II had made. Something IV had never felt emboldened enough to rip out, throw away. Pain III wore around himself. III wore his heart on his sleeve. His entire history on his body. His largest scar, cruelly shaped by The Vessel's own hand into a question mark, caught the dim lamp light. To taunt IV. The one he couldn't kill. The one that had escaped his every trap, every plan. The Vessel.

“The door,” III whispered. His voice had not come above a whisper since II's departure. Years, now. Two, or three. IV could not properly recall. II's departure had created wounds that would not heal. In III, it manifested in a voice like a ghost, and a loss so gargantuan he could not exist outside of it, nor beside it. IV had felt the same loss once. He would not let III succumb to the madness that followed. The door?

“No one knows where we are,” was IV's reply, as threadbare as III's shawl. He was sure The Vessel knew. It stalked him as well as he stalked it.

“Someone is at the door,” III spoke. His voice cracked. Tears filled his eyes. “II,” he continued.

“II is dead,” IV insisted. Undead, really.

“And yet he is on our doorstep,” III cared too deeply. He looked to IV, eyes begging for…something. “How did he find us?” IV sighed. It was a heavy, weary thing. Like bricks falling through a decaying chimney, cracking a dried out clay floor. He did not answer. III's face twisted in pain. “Send him away,” III fled. IV could taste his tears on the air. He knew III wasn't mistaken. II was outside their door. IV carefully approached the front door. One knock, heavy and harsh, sounded as he approached.

“III, please! Open the door!” II's voice, unmistakable, endearing, terrifying, howled outside the door.

“Leave, animal,” IV summoned all of his strength, anger and grit to banish II. It was horrible to hear his sweet, anguished voice after all this time.

“IV,” the voice changed. Straightened, stood upright, lilted differently. It was still II, but…not really. “He's been waiting for you,”

“No. Leave. Dissipate. I will not entertain your ilk, not in this place. Go. Away with you, you beast. Do not come here again,”

“I can smell my shawl wrapped around your precious III. He was mine first. I loved him. I made him feel wanted, safe, filled, whole. You can't. I will have him again,” the last sentence was a snarl, echoing unnaturally through the thick wood.

“Have you won? Have you found what you sought in that eternal night?” IV asked, acid dripping from each word. He shouldn't have asked, but the poisoned words left his tongue before he could force himself to stop. “Leave. You are not welcome here, not on any land that is mine,” an inhuman snarl, one that confirmed II’s transformation in IV’s mind, rang through the door. IV pressed his hands to freshly carved wood, collecting splinters, pushing symbols in an order that he had learned would repel The Vessel and its minions. II was one. He was a minion and IV had to accept that. He had. III had to accept it as well, and IV knew he had not. A mournful howling pierced his skull as II was forced back by the magic IV worked. IV could feel II fighting the repellent. II screamed, raging as loud as the storm. It was stronger than any voice he had heard from any minion before. IV almost faltered, hearing someone he has once fought to protect suffering at his hand. He was so strong, frighteningly so. Just what was II now?

IV fled to the library to figure that out. The library had always been his safe haven. The place where he had learned to pull magic from the air, the place where he had learned how to protect those who needed it from things like The Vessel. The air was somehow already dusty. He ran a tired hand along his protective carvings. Amongst the smattering of ruins, IV found the clumsy heart that III had carved earlier in the day on the doorjamb. It had been a question. Home? III's eyes had asked. IV hadn't had an answer. He did now. No place was safe. II was here, knew they were here, knew III was the way in. How was he to ever escape The Vessel? Would his tomes hold the answers? So many books were so well worn from his searching, they were held together by leather patches and adhesive. He knew them forward and back. Spines would disintegrate in his sweaty palms before turning up something new. He scanned the shelves. Years of knowledge, bought, bartered for, and stolen. A darker book, shoved into a corner, called to him. He knew he would have to open it. Knew it wasn't truly his. One of the stolen tomes, one he should have left behind. He reached up, but dark energy pushed his inquisitive hand back. A spell surrounded the book. Symbols. He'd have to paint them on his skin in blood to break the spell. Was there even time? He scraped his jagged fingernails through his overgrown hair. He was lost. He knew it. III knew it, even if he didn't know why. He turned to the rest of the shelves, hoping the answer was hidden among the words.

IV's brush against that spell, placed an age ago, summoned something. It materialized in the woods. Something that knew IV better than he wanted. Something that IV had fled London to escape. Something that IV would never escape. A smile of knives took shape against the window. Six white eyes glowed, piercing through the rain smeared glass.