#Once again if y’all like this AU feel free to use

[deukae-verse]

✧ Requiem of the Honmoon | KPOP DEMON HUNTERS AU

SYNOPSIS. Before there were hunters. Before there were idols. Before the Honmoon ever shimmered in the sky—There was her. A girl born of destruction and creation, split by prophecy, bound in silence. She gave her voice to the world. Now the world sings, forgetting who it belonged to. But something stirs beneath the ash. And one day, she will sing again.

CONTENT. mythic prologue · goddess oc (Man-wol/Sae-wol) · underworld lore · creation vs destruction · origin of honmoon · lyrical tone · feminine rage · slow-burn tragedy (Sae-wol x Jinu, eventually)

PAIRING. Sae-wol ✦ Jinu (eventual)

This chapter: subtle chemistry, first encounter, he’s definitely affected

WORD COUNT. 2.2K

A/N: Chapter 1 got 74 notes?? Y’all… I’m 🧎🏽‍♀️

I just wanted to say thank you for tapping that heart, hitting reblog, or silently vibing with your snacks in bed at 3am. You made Sae-wol’s haunted girl arc feel seen and I love you for that. This chapter takes us deeper into the underworld. A dead tree, a cursed boy, a beautiful girl who hums. That’s all I’ll say. Hope you enjoy the descent. 🕯️— Deukae-Verse

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✧ Chapter Two: First Song of the Damned

☾ 400 years before the present | 1 year after Chapter 1 ☽

The sky bled red.

It always did here—forever stuck in twilight, like a wound that never closed. In this corner of the underworld, the wind didn’t howl. It sighed. Tired, quiet, always moving but never getting anywhere.

Beneath the crooked skeleton of a dead tree, Sae-wol lay sprawled in the dirt, one arm folded behind her head, the other raised lazily as her fingers danced with the slow, deliberate flutters of a black butterfly.

The butterfly never landed. It never had.

Above her, the swirling patterns of the Honmoon carved themselves into the ceiling of the underworld sky, soft gold veins woven through the stone above like a scar she could never erase. Her eyes—demon gold and glowing—followed the shifting lines, half-lidded and empty. Her long crimson hair spilled across the ash like a burning river, tangled and unbrushed. The tattered black hanbok she wore slipped from her shoulders with every breeze, exposing the sigils on her collarbones and upper arms, pulsing faintly with cursed flame.

Her nine-tailed fox had wandered off hours ago. She hadn’t bothered to call it back.

Let it be free, she thought, even if I’m not.

A haunting hum curled from her throat. No lyrics. No melody. Just sound—low and ghostly, the kind of sound that stitched itself into the marrow of the dead and made even the wraiths pause when they drifted too close.

And somewhere in the distance, someone was walking.

Jinu had been here for what felt like hours, or maybe lifetimes. The underworld didn’t obey time. It folded space like parchment and bled emotions that weren’t yours. He’d arrived alone—no escort, no instruction. One moment he’d stepped into flame, and the next… he was here.

His body—changed. Taller. Sharper. His skin, once soft and sun-warmed, now a deep violet, marked with glowing demon etchings across his neck and jaw. He wore a black robe that moved like liquid smoke. His hat sat low over his golden eyes, casting his face in shadow. His footsteps were light. Silent. But the weight in his chest was anything but.

I gave it up, he thought. My soul. My voice. My family.

He didn’t know where he was going. Didn’t care. The sting of his past was louder than anything around him—until something pulled at him. A sound.

Faint. Gentle. Strange.

He didn’t realize he was following it until the air changed—thicker, heavier, laced with something raw. He looked up—

And he saw her.

She looked like a ruin made beautiful. Like heartbreak given form.

Hair like blood. Skin like moonlight. A black butterfly spiraling above her fingers. Her hanbok barely clung to her shoulders, the markings along her collarbone glowing faintly with each breath.

She tilted her head when she noticed him. Slowly. Her gold eyes narrowed, and she gave him a once-over—curious, amused.

“First day here?” she asked, lips curling into something like a smirk. “Most lesser demons avoid me. The bold ones say I fill their heads with pain and strife.”

Jinu stood there, caught between awe and exhaustion. “Guess I’m not most demons.”

She snorted. “Clearly not. You’re talking to me.”

“You’re hard to ignore,” he said simply.

That made her laugh—low and breathy, like smoke from a dying fire.

The butterfly dipped between them, spiraling once around Jinu’s shoulder before landing delicately on hers. She didn’t react. Just stood, shaking ash from her skirt.

“Sae-wol,” she said, offering no title.

“Jinu,” he replied, adjusting his posture.

She studied him for a beat, then nodded once.

“Walk with me?”

“What, no dramatic warning? No cryptic threat?”

That earned a brighter laugh. “Only if you start annoying me.”

They walked side by side, the dead tree shrinking behind them. The ground here cracked beneath their feet—brittle, dry, dotted with bones. Wraiths lingered at the edges of ruined shrines and broken statues. As Sae-wol passed, several gasped.

“The Half-Mad Empress…”

“Queen of Ashes…”

Their voices echoed like wind chimes cut from bone. Jinu glanced sideways at her, but she kept walking.

“They really call you that?”

“Mmm,” she hummed. “Demons love names. Makes their fear feel organized.”

“Do you like it?”

“I earned it.”

The silence between them wasn’t awkward. It was… heavy. Ancient.

Jinu had never walked beside someone like her before. She didn’t try to fill the silence. She didn’t apologize for it. She existed in it. Owned it. Every step she took looked like it rewrote the rules of the underworld.

And yet…

“Why are you here?” he asked, quiet now. “Why… this?”

She didn’t answer right away.

Instead, she slowed and looked at him—really looked at him. Not through him, but into him.

“Because I gave away my voice,” she said at last.

“To who?”

“Maybe I’ll tell you one day.”

They climbed a crumbling hill until a half-buried arch opened up into a forgotten courtyard.

The palace was a ruin—shattered stone, crumbled beams, a roof mostly fallen. The floor was cracked but smooth beneath the dust, revealing remnants of ancient paintings—gods erased by time.

And at the heart of it stood a throne. Still intact. Carved from black stone. Sharp at the edges. Lonely at the top.

Sae-wol ascended without pause and sat as if she had been born for it. The butterfly fluttered above her head, then disappeared behind her hair.

Jinu lingered at the bottom step, gazing around.

Then he saw it.

Across the palace grounds, beyond a scorched gate, a second dais loomed—taller, broader, cracked but still burning. At its summit was a fire that refused to die, its violet flame clawing at the sky.

“What is that?”

Sae-wol followed his gaze.

“That’s Gwi-Ma.”

He turned to her. “The demon king?”

She leaned into the throne, gold eyes flickering.

“The one who ruled before rules existed. The benevolent god turned tyrant. The flame that eats everything.”

“You knew him?”

She smiled. Not kindly.

“Every demon knows him.”

She leaned back, voice softening.

“They say he was once kind. He gave us form, a place. But kindness doesn’t last. Not when gods turn on you. Not when mortals use you. They sealed him away—locked him behind flame and fear. But flame doesn’t forget. And neither does Gwi-Ma.”

There was a bitterness beneath her words. A private truth hidden between lines. But Jinu didn’t press. He was too mesmerized.

“Do you really live here alone?”

Her face shifted—expression flickering like a dying candle. She exhaled sharply, eyes rolling.

“I’m used to it at this point.” She looked off into the broken courtyard. “At least here, I can be me without hiding.”

He looked at her—sigils glowing, hair spilling down her back, body wrapped in ruin and gold.

“And who are you really, Sae-wol?”

She stood suddenly. Walked down the dais toward him with slow, deliberate steps. Her bare feet silent. Her butterfly now nowhere to be seen.

She stopped just in front of him. Reached up.

And smacked his cheek. Not hard. Just enough to startle him.

“Go see Gwi-Ma first, pouty boy.”

Jinu blinked. She smirked.

“And maybe,” she added, voice like velvet and ash, “if you don’t go insane… you can wander back into my palace again.”

And with that, Sae-wol turned and walked back into the ruins, the wind catching the ends of her hanbok, her glowing gold eyes narrowing beneath the flicker of the Honmoon above.

Jinu stood there long after she was gone, the sting of her touch still warm on his skin.

And for the first time since he’d arrived…

he didn’t feel lost.

He felt curious.

Worse—

He felt hope.

[hiraizyo]

❝ i’m not here, even though you see me ❞

୨୧ synopsis: minjeong has been your savior time and time again, no matter the pain it brings both you and her. but she’d do it all for you, even if it felt like she was burning herself alive.

tags: angst, hurt no comfort, mature language, implied drug abuse, nonceleb!au

a/n: sooo another attempt at writing angst 😞 minjeong my baby :( i’m sorry y’all, kinda wanted to try experimenting with different topics ??? short cause i just did this as a writing exercise

the lock of the door clicked as minjeong turned the key in its hole, the sound echoing as she pushed the door open timidly. she had used the spare key you’d given her a couple years ago, closing the door behind her once she was inside.

your apartment was dark and eerily quiet. minjeong treaded with caution as she called out your name, but there was no reply. she glanced around the apartment, and she would’ve thought the place was abandoned had it not been for the messy state of the kitchen as she passed by.

minjeong’s heart heavily thumped in her chest, knowing you and her had been down this road before.

she stepped forward again, slow and hesitant.

“yn?” she called once again, her hand clutching the key tight in a fist. there was a shuffle sound coming from the sitting area, then a loud crash, as if something had been dropped.

hastily, minjeong strode over to where the sound had come from, finding you with your back facing her and hunched over a fallen cabinet. your body moved about in a frenzy, unaware of the girl.

“hey,” her voice was light. “yn, can we talk?”

you didn’t bother to face her, responding in a rough manner. “what are you doing here?” your hands filtered through the draws of another cabinet. they were desperate, urgent.

the blonde sighed, watching you. she knew it then, you’d relapsed. she didn’t want to believe it, not after how far you’d come, not after how the last time she nearly lost you.

minjeong pocketed the keys so her hands were free and took two steps forward. “aeri called me. she said— she said you’d been using again.”

even saying the words left a bitter taste in her mouth. how could you?

you froze at her words, momentarily stopping your search. glancing over your shoulder, you noticed minjeong’s timid behavior.

it wasn’t uncommon for her to come looking for you, especially in times like this. it wasn’t the first, and it definitely wasn’t the second. you’d been here before, whether it was coming down from a high, or being plagued by the withdrawal symptoms — minjeong was by your side.

you faced her, eyes hard. “aeri needs to learn to keep her mouth shut.”

minjeong sighed again and walked closer until she was a few feet away, her eyebrows knitting together. “she’s just worried for you.”

and frankly, she was too.

you rolled your eyes and attempted to walk past her, wanting to make your way to the bathroom. minjeong gripped onto your arm, her touch feeling like a fire on your skin.

minjeong didn’t want this to be true. still, she at least hoped you’d admit it to her.

“hey.” she said lowly, “are you?”

she didn’t have to ask the full question for you to understand.

you glared at her, narrowing your eyes, feeling like you were being observed under a microscope. it left an itch on your skin. her tone was far from accusatory, but you were on edge.

“no, i’m not. fuck— why would you even ask me that?” you fumed, looking at her in scrutiny.

minjeong wanted to believe you, she really did, but your pupils were small, the shirt you wore hung baggy on you as if you’d had a sudden drop in weight. there were bags under your eyes too, a clear sign that you hadn’t been sleeping. your hair was messy, tied in a loose ponytail with the front strands falling out of place.

what really caught her attention though was the look of desperation in your eyes, as if you were scouring — feening for your fix. minjeong thought perhaps that was what you’d been searching for when she walked in.

the korean softened her gaze, “don’t lie to me.”

“i’m not lying.” you stressed, leveling your eyes with her. minjeong didn’t look convinced, and it angered you. “you believe your friend over me?”

she shook her head, pleading for you to be honest with. “i don’t— that’s not..” minjeong swallowed hard, “be honest with me, yn. please.”

minjeong’s distress clawed at your heart, but you didn’t owe her an explanation, nor did you owe her the truth. the very fact that she’d come here over aeri’s assumptions had you feeling like you couldn’t be trusted. you were angry at her, but mostly at yourself, for all your hard work to get sober was fruitless. that frustration came out in the worst way, taking it out on the girl before you.

you harshly pulled your arm away, “go fuck yourself.”

minjeong’s eyes widened, her hand falling. she turned quickly to watch as you stomped into the bathroom and shut the door behind you. her body flinched at the loud noise, but she calmed her racing heart, following in your direction.

she wiggled the doorknob to find it locked. minjeong knocked once, lightly, with caution. there was no answer.

the second time she knocked, it was louder and had more force to it. she attempted to listened through the door — for what, she wasn’t sure, but minjeong could hear muffled sounds of your footsteps and the bathroom cabinet opening.

“can you open the door?”

you shut your eyes, angrily yelling. “leave me the fuck alone, minjeong!”

minjeong dropped her head against the door. she mumbled quietly, but you’d still heard it through the wooden surface. “when have i ever left you?”

the girl was right, there had never been a time where she has ever left you.

minjeong was devoted, determined, to help, even when you treated like she was meaningless to you. she’d come back, her faith in you unwavering. she was strong, and you only wished that you could find such strength in yourself.

your hands gripped the sink, knuckles turning white. “you should,” you replied, giving up on searching for what you craved. the cabinet was empty, you’d forgotten minjeong had cleared it out months ago. “you’d be better off.”

“don’t say that.” minjeong shook her head furiously, “please, just open the door.”

her voice croaked, tears filling up in her eyes.

the silence was deafening as minjeong slide down until she sank onto the floor. the side of her body leaned against the door as she waited until you were ready, until you’d finally come to your senses.

inside the bathroom, you looked up at yourself in the mirror, and what you saw, was a poor excuse of a human being.

you felt pathetic.

this wasn’t fair to minjeong, you knew that. this was hurting her, every time you’d crash at her place sleeping off a high, every time she’d find you passed out in your room, every time she’d come running to you over a relapse, she was there. always.

you and minjeong were sort of like parallel lines; always together but never meant to touch, never meant to be as one. it just wouldn’t work.

similarly, you were more than friends, but less than lovers. minjeong was someone you needed in your life, as did she. you grew together, weaving through life as just you and her.

you had a language only the two of you spoke, a language of understanding — you loved her, and she loved you.

but it would never be enough.

at least, not in this lifetime.

you continue to stare at your reflection, the bags underneath your eyes, and the way they sunk in. you felt sick to your stomach.

this was who minjeong was fighting for?

not being able to bare the sight of yourself any longer, you sauntered over to the door. you hand hovered over the doorknob, contemplating if you should open it, but you couldn’t — wouldn’t — let minjeong see you like this again.

you fell to the floor, a thud heard on the door as you lay your head against it. minjeong jumped at the sound, alarmed, about to get up, but then she heard your voice.

“jeongie…” you rasped out, palm against the wooden door. “i don’t want to do this anymore.”

minjeong’s body filled with terror. she pushed again, trying to coax you. “open the door.”

you laughed, though your chest felt hollow. tears flowed down your face uncontrollably, and you laughed harder, but it wasn’t long before it turned into a gut wrenching sob.

minjeong hit at the door, the sound reverberating against your ear. she stood up, wiggling the doorknob again, a burning feeling in her chest. she gasped out, her own tears falling.

the door didn’t opened, at least not until a few moments later.

what minjeong found was you, on the floor, sobbing in hysteria. she wasn’t sure if you were laughing or crying, but she could tell, this was your breaking point.

“do you.. do you think,” you sniffled, looking up at the blonde from the floor. “if things were different we — i — would be better?”

minjeong shushed you, and took you in her arms. she cradled your body, holding you tight, afraid to let go. your tears wet her t-shirt, but she didn’t care, all she wanted was for you to be better. her hand ran through your hair as she mumbled words against your ear.

your heart ached, minjeong’s did too.

they beat together in rhythm, slow, steady, like they were one.

(but it would never be enough.)

anyways…. i’ll post some fluff next :3

[jayktoralldaylong]

Creating Fandom Content for Sinners (cause somebody’s got to do it) - Highschool AU

Smoke and Stack: Got in by scholarship (pretended to be one person while writing the exams and exchanged knowledge so they could both get into the same school). The teachers love them because they’re equal amounts of intelligence and trouble. Stack is popular. Smoke is not. This makes it really awkward when fans of Stack run into Smoke and somehow, against all odds, mistake them for each other (usually ends poorly, unless Smoke feels like joking around)

Annie: Also got in by scholarship (except that she actually passed the exams solo). 😂 Every teacher’s favorite and most feared student because she WILL point out when they are wrong and will correct them again and again. Someone once tried bullying her by calling her a nerd and she gave them a dressing down with her words so severe that no one tried it again. She’s always getting into morality debates with Smoke so people can’t tell if they’re enemies or lovers (definitely lovers).

Mary: Also got in through scholarship, white passing scholarship. Stack insists that she stay with the good girls and do good girl things. She will still always sneak out to join them in causing trouble. Of course she gets minimal punishment when she gets caught, so Stack will have her do stuff that’s too dangerous for the boys to get away with it. Annie is her comfort person, she can be 100% herself around Annie without being judged, so she only lets the other girl see her cry. Mostly she tries to act tough in front of the twins to prove that she’s got what it takes to roll with them. Teachers always advise her to stop hanging out with them. That advice goes in one ear and out the other. Her relationship with Stack is undefined and rocky, so some Stack fan girls think she’s a poser. But Stack don’t play about his girl.

Bo and Grace: Now Bo is the twins’ supply guy. Whenever they need to pull off something funny, they come to Bo. Bo always has what they’re looking for. Screwdriver, spanner, balloons, fruit cake, chips, water guns, they don’t know where he gets it, but he always got it (His dad has a supply store). He doesn’t always actively participate in their schemes, but sometimes he does. At some point, he meets Grace and develops a crush that the twins tease him about. Grace is a straight A student, never steps out of line, perfect, collected, strict, way out of his league. What he does not know is that she’s totally got a crush on him too. But she’s playing hard to get. 🥰 She’s not the most social of people so naturally the first person she befriends is Annie (a fellow strong head), so she starts hanging with Annie and Mary and she uses that as a pathway to getting closer to Bo who is falling over his feet but somehow smooth at the same time (Strangely healthiest couple in school, but not too much on PDA).

Sammy: Is 100% in the band. Perhaps in Middle school. He loves tagging after his older cousins wearing his big hat and carrying around his guitar to play music. Most of the group completely adores him and is very protective of him. Still the son of a preacher, no one likes his dad.

Pearline: Miss Pearline is a junior cheerleader. Little Miss Sunshine. She loves Sammy and everyone. She hates Garlic. At home, she’s actually trapped in the role as the perfect obedient daughter so she only gets to sing and dance and be free when she’s hanging with Sammy and the gang.

Slim: Old Janitor (it just makes sense). He’s got the best stories and the twins are cool with him because he lets them get away with stuff. He sometimes makes music with Sammy and encourages the little boy to cherish his music.

Cornbread: This one is a little hard…. I don’t think agriculture is a serious highschool subject in y’all’s parts. But if it was, Cornbread would teach it. Either that or he’s doing gym, that bra can run scarily fast, but he will always complain that running after kids exhausts him.

Remmick: History teacher. I was thinking music teacher, and maybe he can be both. The music club is dwindling to nonexistent and there’s a strict curriculum on what songs they are allowed to play. He absolutely despises it. He is that really weird teacher that the gang is wary of, but he insists that he just wants to make music. He keeps trying to get them to join the music club (so that he can trap them in the club and they can make Irish music together. 💀)

[skydrag0n]

Do you have a whole au for Pangolin!Tim or just concepts of a plan

There is no plot only pangolins

The basic idea is it’s your average animal shifter AU where a small portion of the population can transform into animals.

Tim’s shift is obviously a pangolin (He’s Vietnamese in this AU btw, did you know that Vietnam has 2 species of pangolin :D)

Janet is also a pangolin shifter, Jack is just a guy. They are good parents in this AU cause like THATS WHAT THEY ARE!

real footage of Janet carrying around baby Tim

Pangolin’s diets consist of mostly ants and termites! Tim really likes those bug lollipops-

TW: BUGS UNDER THE CUT

These lollipops! Most people are grossed out by it at first but get used to it eventually

Tim and Damian are pretty close in this AU! Damian is not as hostile towards Tim in this AU bc Tim’s a shifter and Damian loves animals so it makes sense. Also I just like when they get along and bond!

Tim and Jason though… yea no Tim is not a fan of Jason. I kinda wanna make Jason have a fear of pangolins but idk… Anyways, Damian often uses Pangolin!Tim as a projectile! Tim does not mind at all lol, he thinks it’s funny. He especially thinks it’s funny when he’s thrown at Jason!

I already posted this to tumblr but hey! Now y’all have the context to it!

Tim only starts to get annoyed when Damian learns about Pokémon, he has not known peace since Damian discovered it. “TIMOTHY I CHOOSE YOU” “TIMOTHY USE SLASH!” Tim doesn’t mind too much though, he likes hanging out with his little brother.

Young Justice are very involved in this AU cause I love them, they really like just snatching Tim up when he least expects it! (Steph also likes to pangolinnap Tim)

Real footage of Pangolin!Tim being pangolinnapped

When YJ first saw his shift they thought he was an armadillo, they were then lectured on the difference between pangolins and armadillos for at *least* two hours by Tim. Everyone in the pangolinverse has been subjected to a pangolin lecture at least once. Pangolin!Tim makes a lot of pangolin related powerpoints!

Those powerpoints include

“Why pangolins are endangered and how to help”

“Pangolins and Armadillos are not the same animal”

“Fuck poachers”

“Why you should donate to endangered animal research *Bruce*”

Pangolin!Tim is very passionate about animal conservation in this AU, for obvious reasons.

I haven’t decided whether or not to make anyone else in the Batfam shifters, Tim is the only pangolin though. I feel like good candidates for possible fellow shifters are, Duke (cause vibes idk), Kate (again vibes), Selina (for obvious reasons), and I dunno Carrie? I don’t know much about her but idk man, the vibes.

Most if not all shifters can partially shift! Tim doesn’t do it too often cause his tail gets in the way of his pants, so it’s usually full human or full pangolin for him.

Pangolins often use their tails to hang from trees! So sometimes you can find Tim hanging from whatever he can grab onto in pangolin form.

There’s more pangolin stuff but it’s almost 3 am so I’ll make another post later! If you have any questions about Pangolin!Tim feel free to send me an ask and I’ll try my best to answer it!

[cjhern1109]

Someone once told me in the comments that they can’t draw because it always turns out like crap.

Boi, have you seen my blog??? Look how often my artstyle changes every couple months, sometimes it’s inconsistent but there is improvement. And again, it’s only a couple of months difference, so it’s often jarring for some if you know where you’re looking!

Not to mention of the unfinished doodles and sketches y’all don’t get to see posted publicly. It’s also sort of one of the reason why I don’t post often cuz I feel like my art isn’t good enough, other than being lazy or irl stuff

So if you think your drawings are like crap now when you only just started, OF COURSE it’s going to look like that, mate! You just started!

But if you think your drawings still look like crap after years of drawing, question yourself how much actual effort you put into that drawing:

Did you look at references? Either it posing or inspo?

Follow art tutorials! In today’s modern use of internet, you can find free art lessons online

Take the time to sit down and practice what you have learned? Even doodling and unfinished sketches help a lot if you’re short on time! I’m literally an example of this lol

I fear that this user will think that artists are gatekeepers and end up using AI, but seriously isn’t the case and it shouldn’t be.

And it has to be said, please don’t compare your art with others, we all started from somewhere. Don’t expect yourself to reach the same skill level as someone who has years of practice or had the resources to learn art early on.

Art, as everyone knows the quote by now, is subjective, but it only just comes down to how much you’re willing to practice on!

- CJ the Opossum

Sorry for the rant, was just reminded of the user’s comment when looking at my old doodles. So here is a little bonus if you stayed and read. If not, at least something worthwhile

This is detective Frisk and Lust Sans AU created by the user @feelisia 🐑 🩵

[911-whats-your-event]

9-1-1 What's Your Ship? August 4-10th

I wanted to start out with something small, and this is something I don’t often see, so Welcome to:

9-1-1 What's Your Ship?

You wanna do Gifs? HeadCannons? Drabbles? Art? Full Fanfics? Microfics? Video Edits? Just one prompt, all the prompts? Prompts more then once? There is no limit to your creativity. 

The world is your oyster, or in this case the Ship(s) are your oyster(s)!

Have fun do what makes you happy! That is literally the reason I made this! 

It’ll last 7 Days and each day will focus on a different Theme.

So how do you take part in the event?

Reblog this post, and when the event starts tag your works with #911-whats-your-event and #911-Whats-Your-Ship? Along with the prompt that you're doing!

Rules: 

This particular event is on the more positive side of works for your ships so if applicable no MCDs are allowed, however, NDEs and angst are totally allowed just have a hopeful ending if you do a written work.

Not that I think it would be written for but no Underage Sex Tag, that’s a hard limit if you want to write smut you can 

Again didn't think it would be written No Graphic SA That’s a Hard Limit you can write non-graphic aftermath of an event if you wish

Bring us your ships! Whether Serious, Crack, Cannon, Fannon (I know y’all love Buddie don’t worry, I do to) you can do work for it! 

If you’re gonna Bash Main characters (Buck, Bobby, Hen, Athena, Chim, Maddie, Eddie, Ravi) make Sure You Tag it! 

Proper Tagging etiquette is everything! 

NSFW won’t be reblogged if it is explicit in the blurb, but if it is explicit on ao3 that’s fine just want to make it comfy for everyone scrolling the blog.

You do not need to post your works on the days that it correspondences with for example you finish the day 5 prompt on Day 7 post it then! It is casual and it is fun, take your time and let your creativity flow! 

Prompts!

Day 1: “You came for me?” “You Called”

One character needs something perhaps they’re nervous to ask for help, perhaps they’re in a bad situation, perhaps it's of of them when they’re stuck on a high rise with no way across (Cough Buddie Cough) Maybe you want to do a photo edit of Bathena when Athena comes to save Bobby from the shooter! Whatever it is take this and run with it. 

Day 2: Love Confessions

This could mean the First time a ship say I love you, or admitting they still love them after a terrible accident, or argument, or maybe it's a meet-cute coffe shop AU, however you interpret it is fine! Kisses, hugs, smut, I love you, etc  

Day 3: Date Night! This day is all about dates that the characters go on! Wanna write a Buddie First date go for it! Want to do a stay home date night that gets derailed by Madney’s little ones sure! Create gif/photo/video edits based on different dates, such as the Buck Tommy first date, Bathena’s Honeymoon dates or rather avoided dates. Have fun with it.

Day 4: NDEs a.k.a Near Death experiences 

This is your chance to put your favourite ships in mortal peril because we apparently don’t get enough of that in the show. ;) You can do a re imagining of an old NDE, or create a new near death experience. Want to do Gifs of the lightning NDE have fun! Want to write Bathena surviving ~That~ episode go for it! Want to do art of a new NDE idea sure!

Day 5: Miscommunication

Remember that HenRen Episode where Karen think’s Hen is cheating and she’s really just talking to a doctor about going to medical school? Think that for your inspiration, let’s see/hear those funny, absurd, crazy scenarios!

Day 6: Under the weather

Write/draw/edit/drabble your favourite couples feeling less then stellar, that can mean mentally, physically, little bug, or the aftermath of an accident cannon or your own, just write those fluffy, angsty lovely feels. 

Day 7: Free Space. Take this day and write/edit/gif create whatever you like, and if you need an idea you can look at the bonus prompts which are linked here!

While this event does technically take place from August 4th to 10th you can create and post stuff after that and if you tag this account properly then I’ll reblog it and if you post stuff to the ao3 collection I will allow it through as well after the week is ‘over’ 

Most importantly interpret these prompts however you see fit so long as you follow the rules! I myself will be doing my own written versions of the prompts whether they’re oneshots, short stories, Ficlets, or drabbles I haven’t decided yet!

[dmercer91]

without a little sun au headcanons, nm9

y’all ready for this? (do do do do do dodo do do do) (i’m sorry that was awful)

i’m ngl this was mostly done last night and then i fell asleep with my phone in my hand 😭

nick just loves to take care of her

so much

stressful day? all he wants is to get his head between her legs and then he’ll guide her in his lap

she won’t be bratty on those days, but any other day?

she takes such an attitude with him and he just doesn’t even say anything, keeps doing his thing

‘let me go, nicky’ or she’ll actively work against him while he’s taking her clothes off, push him away with her foot while he’s moving down her body

and he’ll just hum, brush her hands away until he can beat her to it, grab her ankle and kiss up her calf

and once he’s finally torn through all her barriers and he does whatever it is he wants to do, she switches right up

‘oh-‘

and it gives him such a confidence boost, watching her completely drop an act cause it feels that good.

so he’ll stop.

and she’ll whine and tug at his hair and wriggle against him

‘look who needs my attention now, hm?’

‘i don’t need anything from you-‘ she’ll scoff and then he’ll start up again and she’ll immediately shut right up

she’s so confused cause she can’t tell if he wants her to continue being bratty or if he wants her to behave

so she tries to take the lead and he’ll hold her in place

‘ah ah, none of that’ ‘you can’t stop me from moving.’

all while she’s fighting off her moans, and he just smiles and kisses her head

she tries to move again and he grabs her wrists, holds them up on his chest and stops touching her

‘you’re being mean, nick’ ‘yeah? but weren’t you just trying to get me offa you?’ ‘you know that’s not what i want’ ‘then how about you tell me what you want,’

and she huffs cause she really really doesn’t want to admit it

but she gives in, murmurs anything and everything she’s in the mood for

his head buried between her thighs and him letting her pull at his hair

getting all perched up in his lap and him using his fingers while he lets her bite at his neck and shoulders and leaving some marks in the hidden spots

him pushing her head when she’s going down on him and her looking up at him while her nose is squished against his stomach

him not wanting to finish yet so letting her have her fun teasing him with licks and kisses

‘rae, baby, you’ve had enough fun’ and he’ll tug her back up to his chest. she pouts and tries again to do her own thing

this time he’s stern, pulling her against him and shushing her gently when she whines in retaliation

tying her wrists together with a tie and laying her back on her back,

her trying to wiggle out and completely forgetting everything she’s trying to do when he puts the condom on

staring at him as he smiles down at her and slips inside

‘maybe you’ll stop being such a pain once i fuck you right, hm?’ and she just barely nods, her head falling back and her eyes following suit

‘yeah? that’s what you want, isn’t it baby,’ and she just whimpers ‘nicky’, trying again at the tie cause she wants her hands on him so badly

his pace is slow but he’s so rough with her, and every thrust is punctuated with him hissing at how tight she’s gripping him

she’ll try to keep him closer with her legs, so he’ll stop and each one will get tied to a bedpost

he’ll make her cum like that, and then he’ll take them off and link them to each other, set her back on his lap

he’ll drag her up and down on him by the waist until there are tears in her eyes, till literally all she’s saying is ‘nicky’ over and over and over, frantically

‘you like that, don’t you baby,’ and he’s so out of breath, his body’s on fire and he wants to drop down from how good it feels, but he settles for little huffs of moans in her ear

those drive her insane and her stomach hurts from butterflies

times when her hands are free, she’s not a very good listener. scratching at his thigh or shoulder, digging her nails in and occasionally drawing blood

trying to grab at him while he’s focused on something else and pulling off the condom

a toy is nicks best friend

using one while he’s already seethed inside, the stretch so good there are tears pricking at her eyes

a vibe on himself while he’s being a little mean and making her wait

a bar to keep her legs open when she’s being particularly bratty, or so she’s properly spread for him when he really wants to take his time eating her out

there’s a bullet in his backpack at all times and there’s zero shame

ties and cuffs and a blindfold

he’ll shove his fingers or her panties in her mouth to keep her quiet

he can’t take his eyes off her, drifting from mascara running, to slick building between her thighs, to the bulge in her tummy

the bulge drives him absolutely insane and the first time he pressed down on it the noise she made made him cum

nick was the first person to give rae an orgasm in general, so you can imagine the reaction the first time he made her squirt

it freaked her out a little at first, and she was nudging him cause she thought she needed to pee, and he immediately knew

it was the proudest moment of his life, watching her shake in front of him cause of his manipulation

she’s so sensitive that her legs feel numb and despite her legs being forced open she can feel herself throbbing

nick is lapping it up like his life depends on it and he moans every time he nudges a sensitive area and she twitches

sometimes he does get worried that he’s pushing her too far

‘do you need a break, baby? we can-‘ ‘no, no no i need more, please?’

the mutual obsession goes crazy

he comes in the condom or he’ll take it off and come on her chest

far enough into the relationship she does start begging for him to just trust her birth control and after the first time he gives in there’s never a condom within a two mile radius of him ever again

(then there’s talk of her just losing the pill completely, but she’s a little more reluctant. nick just really really likes to feel trusted)

afterward she likes to take a minute in his arms, just catching her breath

she’ll kiss along his scar and trace his chest and abs

hes usually pretty covered in scratches and nobody knows how he manages to hide them

in the winter she’ll have bruises on her ass or hips but in the summer they try and avoid it so she can go swimming peacefully

he’ll still suck some bruises on her boobs tho, cause he can’t have her be clean of him

they always have a nice bath after and then rae will fall asleep all cuddled up in nicks arms with a comfort movie on

he’ll make sure she gets water and food depending on how long they went or he’ll make hot chocolate for her throat

murmurs about how good she takes him while she’s falling asleep

one time she was particularly sated and before she fell asleep she was gushing about how good he takes care of her

(unneeded ego boost, btw)

[typewriter83]

Hello mama bear, let me just tell you I love your stories. So fucking much. Especially LtW. I am not used to sending asks, so this is my first time contacting anyone like this... and it's because I have a very serious question for you. Can you recommend your favorite writers in this ship? I need Joellie who is consensual. Everything I see is either non-con or r@pe :( I will love you forever even more if you recommend some authors. Thank you, I appreciate you so much in this fandom, xoxo

I really wanted to give this the attention that it deserves because the tag only has about 450 stories, and in that small collection there are some that aren’t properly tagged so they’re not actually part of the tag. But yeah, let’s talk about some of my favorites - below the cut

Also, thank you so much, you’re so sweet. I’m looking forward to picking up LtW again sometime in the future - probably in the new year! 🫶🏻

@olldtimerbuckley13 - who just joined tumblr and we need to wave and make her feel welcome. I will recommend everything she’s written, but “What Kind of Man Loves Like This” lives rent free in my head - chapters 5 & 6, trust Mama.

“Future Days (of you and me)” by anonymous - it’s actually by Pluums, but she wrote it under the anonymous pen name. It’s the museum/space capsule scene, but make it Joellie

“Just Go With It” by CallMeShepard was the first Joellie story I read and I recommend it to anyone who’s curious about the ship but unsure about the dynamics of it. It was written before Part 2 was released.

CatrionaMac - if you’ve read my current modern AU WIP “am i the one,” you’ll know that it’s an homage to her work “Strawberry Lipgloss.” I also love “Cover Me Up” - another story written before Part 2 was released.

“Symptoms of the Culture” by thydeviousviolet - once again written before Part 2 was released. And everything I’ve mentioned before has Ellie “aged up” even though she’s not considered “aged up” after part 2 became canon. I don’t know how else to explain it, lol.

“Of Tangled Spines” by burningferns - it’s hard to recommend this one because it’s incomplete. It’s over 200k words and it only scratches the surface. The main plot of the story isn’t even really revealed - but it’s so intricately detailed and the relationship is so good in this story. I read it again earlier this year and screamed when it was over.

“Let’s List the Froze and Cons” by uhavefckinguno - it’s a cute modern AU, with Ellie being Sarah’s college roommate. Another one of the first stories I read in the ship.

This last one, I don’t know if I’m so much recommending this as I’m asking if you’ve read it: “Flying to Wyoming” - parts 1 and 2 are the ones I would recommend if you want a detailed look into what a post apocalyptic world might look like - Daniels’s attention to detail is incredible, and his descriptions of a scarred country after war and the outbreak tore itself apart are really good. I never read the Riley flashback story, and the three stories that that place after arriving in Jackson have a much different tone. Anyway, it’s considered by some to be the quintessential Joellie story, and I’ve discussed it on my blog (look up the “flying to Wyoming ao3”) tag to see our discussions.

Anyway, that’s a pretty good collection of some of the stories I’ve enjoyed in the tag. I know I’m forgetting some - and if y’all have more recommendations, please send me an ask or add them in the comments!

🫶🏻

[snorky]

The Water Is Rusted, The Air Is Unclean, And There For A Second, I Feel Free

Hey y’all! After some consideration, I wrote a second part to ‘Cause This Is A Wasteland, My Only Retreat, in which this story takes place in the Defy The Stars!AU. The title is still based off of the song “Hell Above” by Pierce The Veil. I needed to give Quinn a good ending, and this might be it, and Brock Boeser and Elias Petterson make a guest appearance. I hope you all enjoy this fic! Take care of yourself!

Pairing: Platonic!Brock Boeser x F!Reader, Quinn Hughes x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Mentions of major character death, Sci-fi weaponry, Angst, Not too proofread

Part One

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Time passed. It had to. The universe couldn’t just stop because her best friend was lost during a battle. She lived without Quinn since he passed, but it just wasn’t the same. The beautiful sky of Genesis seemed to lack that bright blue. The soft green grass didn’t seem soft, nor green any longer.

It seemed as if she mourned endlessly during the night, her tears would bring him back to Genesis, rather than the cold, bitter air of space where he took his last breath. But, she knew it wasn’t possible. With the lack of technology in Genesis and a strict set of morals, the idea of Quinn being resurrected seemed blasphemous.

Her life eventually had to go on without him, despite the thought of that making her heart ache beyond any possible measurement. She continued to work hard in the Genesis military, dedicating the majority of her work, time, and energy to trying to put an end to the war. All while doing so, she dedicated it to living for Quinn.

She tried her best to see the world in all the bright colors she used to. She spent time with his family, mourning, and reminiscing about his life with them. Every day, when she wasn’t serving at the base, she spent time with his family and friends. Just like he wanted her to.

When she got promoted to Captaincy, she wished Quinn had been by her side, and maybe even being promoted along with her. He had the skill, the passion, and all the qualifications to make it, but he didn’t have enough time.

On one particular night, the winter air seemed much harsher than it was. The snow fell constantly, with the wind howling in her ears, her vision was slightly impaired. Trudging through the snow, she wandered towards the bridge Quinn and she always hung out at.

Memories came flooding back once she spotted the little bridge that arched over the frozen river. Slowly walking towards it, her footprints were left behind in the snow, trailing behind her. She sat down on the bridge, the cold snow brushing up against her, stars gleaming above her.

The stars were something she could easily get lost in, the large multiplicity of them made her mind wander endlessly. It was something both Quinn and she enjoyed doing, counting the stars and laying in the grass in his backyard. Eventually, as they grew older, they were both teased relentlessly if they remained in his yard, and so they wandered to other places in town where it was just the both of them, together.

She remembers his laughter as if she heard it yesterday, the way his eyes crinkled, and the way he smiled proudly, yet she wanted to hear it so desperately as if she had forgotten. 

Tears formed in her eyes, the cold, bitter air pricking at them like shrapnel from an explosion. Blinking, her warm tears rolled down her face, a stark contrast to the freezing temperatures, and she broke out into a sob.

Her bare fingers started to go numb as she idly drew shapes in the snow, a distraction from her thoughts. “I miss you so much.” Her words came out like a quiet mumble as she sniveled, her body shaking with each breath.

The night remained silent but listened to her as the wind seemed to whistle in the snow. A faint crunch of snow sounded, her attention immediately drawn to it. Slowly, she started to remember that some animals could’ve been present, but then again, which?

No elk nor bear should’ve been in the area, even if it was past sundown. It was a light footstep she recalled, and so those creatures were outruled. Frozen with fear, she made no quick movement in order to avoid drawing attention to herself, although she was sure it would’ve seen her anyway.

Her eyes scanned the trees beside the river, searching for—hoping for a lack of a creature. Time seemed to slow, creeping upon her gently, and she could feel the grasp of it. Between two birch trees, a figure stood there, slightly hunched over as if it didn’t want to be seen.

From what she could tell, it had dark hair compared to its complexion, and it looked eerily familiar. Almost as if she could recall each little detail with precision. The snow never stopped falling, distorting anything that was far away enough, and so she kept her guard up.

Only after a few seconds of her noticing the creature, it seemed to run away, snow crunching beneath its feet rather quickly as if it noticed her. Color drained from her face, an empty-bad gut feeling settling within her.

Once the footsteps of the creature seemed distant enough, she ran back towards her home, never once looking back in fear if she spotted something. Through the winding trees, blurry snow, and aggressive winds, the run seemed much more difficult, and she felt much more vulnerable than she should’ve.

As she arrived home, she didn’t feel any safer for some odd reason. Her training allowed her to be attentive, much more than the average person, and to the point of her feeling an unsettling pair of eyes on her.

Quietly and quickly, she made her way to her room, changing out of her winter gear into ordinary clothes. She lay in her bed, mind racing about what she could’ve seen in the woods. It couldn’t have been Quinn, despite how similar it looked. Her mind must’ve been playing tricks on her.

Morning came and she was called back onto duty for Genesis. She packed her bag with some essential belongings, clothes, and a journal, and then parted ways with her parents and siblings.

It was almost a routine thing, despite how serious it was considering she had a possibility of not returning home. Her parents understood deeply, especially after seeing the Hughes family after the loss of Quinn.

When she arrived at the base, it seemed much busier than usual. Soldiers made their way to the station that connected Genesis to outside of orbit. Commanders, Captains, and Generals gave tasks and orders. It was all much more hectic.

“Captain,” a man with a bold posture and golden hair spoke. “Welcome back.” He smiled.

“Thank you, Commander Boeser.” She smiled back. “It’s nice seeing you again.”

“And you as well.”

They both shook hands, a formal greeting between them. She knew Boeser through Quinn since they both worked in the same department from time to time. As time went on, they all grew closer together, laughing at inside jokes, and sharing their dreams and passions.

Making their way down the corridor of the building toward the main control room, the hall seemed as vibrant as the outside sky. All Genesis government buildings were full of greenery and life, reflecting on the planet itself, and natural light shone through the clear glass ceilings.

When they made it to the main control room, they were greeted by another commander.

“There you are, Commander Boeser and Captain. Welcome.”

“Good morning, Commander Petterson.” They both said in unison.

“Lovely seeing the both of you here, despite the unruly circumstances of the weather,” he spoke lightly. “Unfortunately, we need the both of you working out of orbit for the next week.”

They both nodded in understanding, accepting their duties and their responsibilities given. The weight on Genesis seemed to be on their shoulders, but they wouldn’t let that get to them.

War continued to be rampant between Genesis and Earth, the fight never ceasing. It felt like a lost cause, but nonetheless, they continued to fight with all their forces. Protecting their world from the greedy palms of Earth that desired their pristine global conditions was their top priority. Genesis refused to succumb to the temporary desires Earth fell to.

“Will you both accept the risk and responsibility to lead the military?” Commander Petterson spoke, breaking her out of her thoughts.

They both spoke in unison, similar to a chant within a cathedral. “Yes, Commander.”

“We’ll contact you when you both arrive at the station.” He nodded. His eyes seemed darker than usual, tiredness and exhaustion evident.

Both Commander Boeser and she walked out of the main control room, back into the bright corridor, and towards the bay that held the small vessel that carried soldiers out onto the station outside of orbit.

They both changed from their on-planet uniforms to their exosuits, and waited in the lounge, a sense of discomfort filling the air. New and veteran soldiers waited in the same area, but it was evident who was who, where the rookies fidgeted nervously, and the veterans settled into their own routine.

The signal blared, startling a few people, and they stood in a single file line. As she boarded the vessel, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. She knew that this could’ve been her last trip, but she so badly wanted to go against it.

Slowly, they took off and headed towards the station, the green planet of Genesis fading away, being replaced by tiny dots of stars that scattered the ether. When they landed at the station, everyone was ordered to move from the vessel onto the station. Everyone drifted from their seats and through the tunnel that connected the two ships together.

Zero-gravity was always something that fascinated her, the idea that something could just float so effortlessly, almost flying through the air gracefully. It was one of the few things that Quinn and she talked about often when they were younger. They had a shared love for many things, but especially that.

Once everyone had boarded the station, they remained in the main area as the tunnel to the vessel closed. It had windows from the ceiling to the floor, showcasing the vastness of space just from that one area of the ship. 

She settled into her own routine that consisted of breathing deeply, relaxing her muscles, and taking time to allow herself to not feel too pressured. Being the Captain of a specific fleet meant a lot to her, especially because she wanted this since she was a little girl, playing pretend spaceship with Quinn in his backyard, running freely in the hills. She had to lead with minimal fear, with courage and confidence, she had to be brave for Quinn.

Waving her hand and signaling to the operator to activate the artificial gravity, the lights switched from a soft, bluish hue to a green one, which notified the soldiers about it and allowed them to brace themselves before the gravity kicked in.

When everyone landed, she started to give orders. “Alright.” Her voice held a strong confidence, and yet she could feel it waver slightly. “I need those of Fleet Two-Dash-Seventy to head to their fighter ships. Make sure to check your systems and engines, as well as your exosuits and helmets along with your vitals.”

They all made their way down the corridor that connected the main area to the bay that held the individual fighter ships, boots stomping against the ground. It sounded like the beat of a drum, thumping similarly to a heartbeat.

She glanced over to Commander Boeser, noticing the stiffness of his posture. He reminded her of when she first became Captain, nervous and afraid of making a mistake, the pressure seemingly beyond possible limitations it seemed.

“Easy there Commander’.” She chuckled. “You’ll lead your fleet just fine,”

He nodded in response and gave her a soft smile. “For Quinn.”

They both knew Quinn since they all joined the Genesis military in the same year, graduating at the top of their classes together. The three of them all strived to reach some level of authority or leadership, not for the power, but for hope of a better future. They all wanted to make a change and leave an impact behind.

Making their way to the bay, they started the engines of their ships and got in. It felt comforting, in the way that something routine or familiar was. The danger was always lingering in the atmosphere, awaiting for the right moment to arise, but the feeling of knowing how to handle it dissipated it.

As the ships launched out into space, the stars seemed to blur past them, a streak of white dots and fuzzy colors. She would never get tired of the beautiful view. It was always something she had dreamed of seeing, the mesmerizing stars and colors of the vast space. 

Adrenaline coursed through her veins, setting her up for readiness in the state of battle as she gripped the yoke of her fighter ship. She navigated through the small asteroids and debris easily, like second nature in her soul, and she felt minimal panic or unease. At least, for the most part. Once her systems spotted a fleet of mechs approaching, she knew she had to take action.

Pressing the button that activated the communications system, her hands showed no sign of unsteadiness. “Notifying all those in this area within the Genesis fleet. We have located a large number of mechs within the area. Proceed with caution.” Multiple ships notified her with positive affirmations, alerting her that they received her message. She set the gear of her ship to a higher level, allowing her to fly with more power in less amount of time, and then repeated her message.

Steering her ship in a downward motion to avoid a blast from a mech fighter, she knew it was going to be a much tougher fight. What scared her more was that this fight resembled nothing similar to the fight that took Quinn away from her. It was much worse than that.

Ship after ship came flying by, dangerously close to her own, and she reached for the communications system once more. “More mech fighters within the area, proceed with caution!”

“Copy that Captain,” Boeser spoke.

As a mech fighter flew directly at her, she quickly rolled over, dodging the mech by a mere sliver of space. She held her breath and prayed to some higher power that there wasn’t a Genesis fighter right behind her who was unaware of what was to come after she dodged the mech.

 Another mech fighter came hurling towards her at a rapid speed, and she fired at it instinctually, causing it to split into tiny pieces, drifting apart like stars.

It always caused her internal turmoil when she fought from time to time, considering how much of a human likeness the mechs had. A tactic beyond manipulative, and yet she still fought with all of her passion and might.

Turning her ship around a large chunk of debris, she spotted a chillingly familiar fighter ship, the blue and green stripes bold against the silver surface. It couldn’t be him. He wasn’t here.

And there he was. His messy brown hair stuck to his forehead in his helmet, gentle and angelic as ever. The soft roughness of stubble on his jaw. The look of sheer determination and confidence he always held. Every bit of him in the highest glory.

Her eyes had to be playing tricks on her. She couldn’t lose focus now, especially since she was in the middle of a major fight.

Gripping the yoke with her hands, she swiftly navigated her ship beyond what looked to be Quinn’s, and towards the fighter mechs. As she was doing so, she logged an unknown ship within the area to the database, and informed others through the communications system about it.

“Attention! Unidentified ship within the area—” The sound of other Genesis fighters logging in this information onto their ship could be heard, movements almost frantic. “Keep on high alert for a silver fighter ship, blue and green diagonal stripes on the side.”

She knew the number of his ship by heart, the double-digit of forty-three that he logged onto his ship every time. And yet, her ship wouldn’t register his number as recognizable, which was odd considering that each Genesis fighter ship had to have their number on display at all times.

Did he intentionally hide the number? Maybe it wasn’t really him. All these thoughts bubbled in her mind, causing her to swirl in light nausea before she was snapped back into reality.

“Commander Boeser speaking, are you active?”

“Yes Commander Boeser. Affirmative.” She messed up and lost her focus for a moment. It could’ve been devastating, but she was lucky this time.

“Copy that.”

Her eyes drifted beside her for a brief moment, and she caught the familiar ship in her vision again. Keeping her focus on the view in front of her, more mechs started to drift in, and she fired at each with precision.

As soon as the amount of mech fighters present in the area started to decrease, she quickly called an order through the communications system. “All Genesis fighters, head back to the station. Fighting has begun to cease and we advise you to head back to the station,”

Multiple fighters responded quickly in affirmation and from what she could tell on the navigational systems, no casualties have occurred during this fight, despite how heavy it was. A small smile formed on her face, in both pride for the fleet and gratefulness for their strength.

The fighter ships flew back towards the station as Commander Boeser and she kept track of them, taking into account each and every Genesis fighter ship. It was beautiful seeing all the simple, yet pretty design each fighter chose for their ship as it flew past like vibrant shooting stars.

Once all the ships started to dock in the bay, she followed behind them, checking one final time to make sure that all ships were in the bay, afraid of abandoning a miscounted one.

“Don’t you miss me, angel?” A familiar, soft voice spoke through the communications system.

That couldn’t be possible, no. The communications system was strictly between Genesis fighters, specifically coded that way in case of an emergency. But she was so sure that was his voice. The voice she had longed to hear for ages it seemed.

She cleared her throat and spoke, nervousness wavering in her voice. “What is your name?” Her hands shook slightly as she held the radio, unsure if she should flee and return to the station, or stay and allow her curiosity to get a hold of her.

His voice lured her in, like a siren’s song. “Please don’t tell me that you forgot me, please,” he pleaded. His voice sounded so broken, most likely from the hijacked communications system, but she knew that wasn’t the only reason.

“This is Commander Boeser speaking, are you active?”

“Yes, Commander—” Her communications system glitched for a brief moment, evident in the dull hum in the background with her voice cutting out briefly. “My communications system appears to be malfunctioning—”

“Report back to the station as soon as you can, okay Captain?”

“Yes, Commander Boeser.”

Her navigation system was still working properly, with signals being able to be sent and received, but her communications system seemed to struggle slightly.

“Meet me at the bridge, our bridge,” Quinn—maybe Quinn—spoke.

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As soon as she was released from her week of out-of-orbit service, she headed back home to her parents, the familiarity being something that she always welcomed with open arms. Her parents and siblings greeted her with kindness and warmth, something that was needed during the cold and dark winter.

When they finished dinner together, laughing and chatting, savoring the crumbs and bits of life, she excused herself and left, promising to be back soon. Even if she was an adult now, she still felt the responsibility to not worry her parents to the point of sickness as a habit of growing up.

The air remained cold, just like the night she trudged out into the snow to see the bridge again. Midnight sky hung in the air, barely illuminating the ground below. Everything remained the same, almost pristine and untouched as a fresh layer of snow had fallen in the past week.

It crunched underneath her boots with each step she took, breaking the silent night. She approached the bridge, still the same as she remembered from her childhood, and sat on it, overlooking the frozen river.

Snow whirled around her, drifting in the air as it fell to the ground softly, unlike raindrops that splattered. The wind continued to howl, but it seemed quieter tonight.

Snow crunched behind her, a sound that broke the silence again. She didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. A promise was a promise.

“You’re here.” The familiar voice spoke, a tone of surprise lacing his voice.

“I never wanted to leave.”

The snow crunched as he walked towards her, sitting on the bridge beside her. He faced the river, his expression a tired-sad-weary dream as he watched the snow fall from the sky. Silence drifted between them, slowly melting in with the snow that danced in the air. He looked so familiar and yet there seemed to be something that was missing from him.

“You didn’t forget me, right?” He kept his gaze forward, his head not daring to turn and face her.

The silence spoke more words than the both of them, expressing a ‘I didn’t forget you, but you don’t seem familiar to me any longer’ that fell from her lips without saying a word. 

She turned to him instead, analyzing his expression, trying to decipher and decode his words. “Quinn.” She spoke his name carefully, as if she wanted to test if it still felt right on her tongue, if it still felt right to say. “I missed you.”

What did she miss? She experienced all that she had, but Quinn, where was he when she experienced those things?

“Where were you?” Her words came out sharper than she wanted, similar to a mother who cares, worries too much about the whereabouts of her loved ones.

He moved his eyes towards her gaze carefully, and as quickly as he did, he looked away in shame. “I should’ve come to you sooner.”

“Tell me about it,”

“I didn’t die.” He stated this easily, as if it was just pure, simple, undeniable fact. It opposed what she saw with her own eyes. It opposed the fact that his navigation and communications systems disconnected as soon as the blast hit. “I escaped, barely.”

All Genesis fighter ships were equipped with an emergency system, where if manually activated, the cockpit of the ship could disconnect from the larger component that held the weaponry of the ship, leaving the ship defenseless.

“I made it away from the area of the fight, but I latched on to a mech carrier ship, and drifted back to Earth.” Regret dripped from his tongue as he spoke, his palms cradling his head as he looked down in shame.

She wanted to ask him so many questions, but it seemed improper to do so at this time. However, she had one question that she so badly wanted to ask. “Why did you not return to Genesis?”

“I don’t know.” His voice was barely above a whisper, the howling winds almost overtaking it. “I don’t think it was safe to try and fly back to Genesis, considering the amount of conflict going on in that area and where I was.” His fingers traced shapes and patterns into the snow beside him as he talked. “And so I latched and stayed low.”

Getting up from beside him, she started to walk away, he watched her as she did. His heart sunk, twisted, whatever it could to try and understand what went wrong, and he knew well what went wrong.

“Come,” she said quietly. “You need rest, honey.”

His head perked up at the sound of the nickname, noticing how it sounded so perfect, and he wanted to hear it more. He followed her as they both walked to her home, the one that neighbored his own with his family. It was a quiet walk, the midnight sky offering little to no light, and they were only guided by the memory of the path.

Walking beside her now, he slowly reached for her hand, and held it carefully, and she allowed him to do so, giving it a gentle squeeze once he did. His hands felt warm compared to hers, and it was a comforting feeling, knowing that he was, and will remain, beside her.

When they both stepped into the warm, cozy home, they quietly made their way to her room, dimly lit with a small table lamp, and he sat down on her bed.

It was the same as he remembered as a young boy, her collection of comic books and novels on her desk, paper stars hanging from the ceiling, her favorite stuffed animals sitting on her bed, it was a reflection of who she was.

“Go take a warm shower and then relax in here once you’re done.” She looked at him, noticing that he was wearing the base layers that he wore under his exosuit. Her heart felt so upset at seeing him like this, broken, lost, and most likely scared. “I have some spare clothes that I borrowed from you a few years ago,” she trailed off. “I’ll grab them for you.”

She walked to her closet, grabbing a neatly folded pile of t-shirts and gym shorts, all slightly large on her since they were Quinn’s. When she handed it to him, the look in his eyes was almost, grateful, and yet it was teary-eyed and sad. “Thanks.” His words were quiet, but the mood he expressed was far from silence. “Thanks for not forgetting,” his voice cracked slightly.

Turning around before she made her way out into the hall, she gave him a sad smile, “I could never forget you. Never in my lifetime.”

[fancyfeathers]

Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Chapter Eight

A Doll’s House

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Tw: this chapter has mentioned of implied r*pe/noncon, please do NOT ask me to write that scene because I don’t feel comfortable doing it, it is mentioned purely to show the severity of a toxic relationship

Everyone sat in a stunned silence, it was like if static filled all your ears. All you can do is watch as Fitzgerald holds Miss Jane’s chin in his hand, staring at her. Then he retracts his hand, tucking them into his pockets, leaving Jane with a horrified look on her face. He walked around the room, looking it all over. “Beautiful place you have made for yourself, Zelda. How much did it cost? Ten million I would guess.” Miss Jane didn’t respond, to terrified to say a word. He gave a whistle before walking behind her and resting his hands on her shoulders, rubbing out the tense muscles like they were still married. “Have to hand it to you, it was nearly impossible to find you all here, records wise you have completely covered up your tracks.”

“H-how… how did you find us?” Miss Jane asked, her gaze fixed on the floor where the tea cup she dropped lays, broken in pieces.  Fitzgerald chuckled as he pressed his fingers into her shoulder rather hard making her suck in a sharp breath. 

“It wasn’t easy, but your biggest mistake was scheduling that meeting with whoever that government official was, those are in public records you know.” He gestured to a young man who had come in with him. “Luckily Mark’s shots never miss, even with tracking bullets.”

Both you, Gaston, and Dr. Stevenson had a shocked expression come across your faces. the red head who Fitzgerald had introduced as Mark comes up to your side and squatted down to your level, a smile on his face like absolutely nothing was wrong. “Sorry about that, I was aiming at your friend, I mean he has caused quite a few problems for us.” He laughed to himself before reaching up and pinching your cheek. “But hey don’t worry, I get to take care of you once we get y’all back to base.”

Your eyes widened in horror as Mark said that, and you looked over and so did Miss Jane’s. Almost on instinct she stood up, breaking free from Fitzgerald’s grip on her shoulders. She spun around, raising her hand and striking her ex husband across the face. Now a scowl had formed on her face, she was raging. “I don’t care what you do to me, but you will not touch them!”

The room sat in silence once more. Fitzgerald’s head was turned to one side from the force of the slap, a red hand print forming on his cheek. He turned his head back at Jane, his face no longer a smile. He reached a hand and grabbed the hand that rested on her chest, the same hand that slapped him.  He yanked her over, almost pulling her over the chair she once sat in. So she was pulled up onto the chair so that she was on her knees in it, her chest against the back of it, and her face not to far below his and he bent down and grabbed her face again with his free hand. If looked could kill Jane would be dead. “I want you to listen to me, Zelda. After that stunt you pulled three years ago, I don’t care much for your opinion. I offered you a safe choice, but you refused so now we do this the hard way. John, if you’d please.”

The blond young man, the same from your shop stepped forward, he gave you a wink, which disgusted you. He took out a few seed from his pocket, seeds he bought from your old shop, then he took a hunting knife, stabbed himself in the neck and tucked the seeds in his neck. While he was doing this, Victor and Alexandre who knew his ability, went to reach for their guns, but right when they got them vines extended from his neck, reaching out and wrapping around their hands and guns, preventing them from doing anything. The vines reached out and also wrapped around Dr. Stevenson, and Gaston, leaving you and Jane the only ones untouched by them, you because you couldn’t run even if you tried and Jane because well… she’s Fitzgerald’s to deal with.

Everyone struggled but no one was able to break free, Dr. Stevenson couldn’t even activate her ability because she was already vulnerable and Alexandre couldn’t either because that would cause a bloodbath in here of both friend and foe alike. Jane’s eyes made contact with Gaston and she nodded and spoke not one word but they knew what each other were saying. With tears in his eyes Gaston took a breath and his body disappeared into the floor beneath him, like a ghost. The Guild and yourself were in shock and Miss Jane’s eyes went back to Fitzgerald. “Gaston’s ability, you’ll never catch him.”

Fitzgerald scowled and bit back. “Would you place money on that?”

“You know I hate gambling.”

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Gaston was able to use his gift to go through the solid walls and ceiling of the building, down into the sewer system below Yokohama, it wasn’t hard to navigate, just like the catacombs under Paris, where he grew up. Paris, not the catacombs, but they were just a package deal. Gaston contacted the only two members of the Society that weren’t in the apartment at the time of the break in, Lewis Carroll and Henrik Ibsen, both of which were out on a mission together. Gaston told them of the harm that befell everyone and told him to meet them at the safe house. In true showmen fashion this safe house was a theater that Gaston purchased under the pen name, Erik. Now it was the three of them in private box five of the theater, discussing while rehearsals went on. Henrik looked absolutely terrified out of his mind while Lewis and Gaston discussed strategies for getting everyone out.

“I could activate my ability and whoever drank the potion would be effected.” 

“Yes but we don’t know who has drank it or if it has been taken from their person. We also don’t know exactly where they are so we would have no idea where to get them.”

“We could use that government agent friend of yours, the one in the ministry of justice.”

“Mr. Tonan is a politician, not a fighter I’m afraid.”

“What about-“

“Um… excuse me…” Henrik spoke up in his timid little voice, hands folder on his lap, looking down, and trembling. “What if we use my ability?”

“…hm…” Lewis stared at his co worker with calculating eyes before tilting his head. “What’s your ability again?”

“You mean you forgot?! Lewis we’re on practically every mission together, we’re partners!” Henrik yelled at his co worker, embarrassed that he forgot about his ability. He sighs and leans in his chair. “It’s called Doll’s House. I can make a doll, and who ever I make it look like I can control, puppeteer. I can’t exactly control what they say or think but their limbs I can.”

“Wonderful! Where are you dolls?” Lewis asked with a grin. An awkward expression came across Henrik’s face and he sunk back into his chair and he nervously chuckled.

“My doll house is back in my apartment…”

“So we’re fucked.” Lewis groaned and leaned back as well. Gaston leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, a calculating look on his face, he looked at Henrik dead in the eye.

“Maybe you don’t need your doll house. I’ll make a call…” Gaston stood up and took out his phone, flipping it open and dialing up a number. “Let’s pray the Armed Detective Agency is willing to help.”

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You all were taken up town, all in separate vehicles to keep all of you from getting ideas, you were being taken to a nice hotel where the Guild had set up a stationary base at, or that’s at least what Mark told you as he talked you ear off endlessly in order for you to try and warm up to him. You only saw Guild officers in the hall as Mark pushed your wheelchair down the hall of the penthouse the Guild had gotten. Behind the doors you could hear the frustrated yells of both Alexandre and Dr. Stevenson who were probably as you could imagine, doing what they could to make their capture’s life a living hell. You could then hear quiet crying from behind another door, Victor who was probably scared out of his mind. Then there was the door at the end of the hall where you didn’t hear anything from, but from earlier when you arrived on this floor you saw wisps of brown hair and long blue flows fabric get pulled in there, Miss Jane most likely.

So now you were laid down in bed, pillows behind your back so you could sit up and blankets drawn up on you. Your wheelchair was beside your bedside and Mark sat at your side, he had finally stopped talking once he had finally noticed your stubbornness not to do so. You two sort of just sat in silence for a long time before he sighed. “You know the boss is pretty upset at your friend right now, Mrs. Fitzger-“

“Her name is Jane Austen.” You cut him off, finally saying something.

“Whatever her name is, she really pissed him off. I’m advising you to stay out of the line of fire and just keep a cool head if he talks to you.” Mark said standing up, reaching over to adjust your pillows so you can lay down more comfortably since he noticed your yawns ad eyelids getting heavy.

“Easy for you to say when you and your friends weren’t kidnapped.”

Mark only sighed as he lowered your head back onto the pillows. “Look I’m trying to help you. Look just try to get some rest, I don’t know how long you all will be staying here, you’ll probably be taken somewhere soon seems like your friends are clawing like cats.”

Mark walked over the lights and dimmed them down for you. “I’ll leave you alone for now just… get some sleep.”

He opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind him, but not locking it, probably because he doesn’t think you could get to the door, taunting you almost.

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Gaston’s phone call was answered by a rather annoying young man, a high pitched voice, but when Gaston told the young man his name he knew who he was, researched him most likely. When Gaston asked to speak to Dazai he was only told that Dazai was meeting with a government agent, but that the president himself would be happy to meet with them personally on what they need the only thing that they asked were files on the society’s members and answer questions they asked. They were given an address, a suspicious location, they would need to walk down a long rail line, they would be completely isolated any easy to pick off but at this point it was their only hope. 

Gaston took the lead to keep Lewis and Henrik behind him, safe from immediate trouble. They walked down the rail line, looking long abandoned. Along the path they spotted cameras, or Gaston did at least. The long walk was silent and then at end of the hall, in front of a door, three men stood, one of them were familiar to Gaston, he was at that cafe with Dazai that day, Kunikida. The other two were strange to them, if you or Victor were there, you would recognize them as Ranpo and Fukuzawa, the president of the Armed Detective Agency. 

“Are you armed?” Kunikida asked, his eyes narrowed at them. Gaston reached in his coat pocket and pulled out his revolver, an old gun, he took the six rounds out and held it in his other hand. Kunikida looks over to the president and he nods his head. Kunikida walks forward and takes the revolver Gaston gave him, along with a gun from Lewis and then a knife from Henrik. “I apologize but this is a safety precaution.”

“I understand, but I would like that back when this is over, that was my grandfather’s.” Gaston said as Kunikida tucked their weapons away. 

“We will see Mr. Leroux, if you do good by us, we will do good by you. You have my word.” The president said, still no emotion on his face. Fukuzawa turned from them and opened the door behind him. “We’ll talk inside.”

They followed behind the president, it was almost like a college lecture hall they stepped into, wooden mostly. There were also three other figures there, a young man, teenager maybe, blond, overalls and a straw hat, another a woman, dark hair, and butterfly clip were her most prominent features, and the last s red head but he didn’t have many defining features about him, but they seemed busy in their own conversation, but kept an ear open on the conversation that was about to happen. They were lead to the front of the hall and sat down, all except the president, he stood in front of them. He looked down at the three society members, all that is left now. Gaston reached into his bag, a leather satchel, and pulled out a stack of files, each labeled with a different name, Jane Austen, Dr. R.L. Stevenson, Victor Hugo, Alexandre Dumas, Gaston Leroux, William Shakespeare, Emma Orczy, Lewis Carroll, Henrik Ibsen, and one on you. “Straight from one of the Society’s archives. You’ll find almost everything on everyone in the society.”

“Almost everything?” Fukuzawa asked, an eyebrow raised. 

“Well sometimes we each have our own dark secrets that we make sure never surface. Secrets that are best left forgotten, even by ourselves.” Gaston answered. Fukuzawa’s eyes narrowed at this statement but brushed it aside, for now anyway, he would come back to it later.

“Now what is it you exactly want? I doubt it is anything small considering how easily you all handed over your weapons.” Fukuzawa asked.

“You sure are sharp Mr. Fukuzawa.” Gaston chuckled and nodded before his expression became completely serious suddenly. “Members of our society have been captured by the Guild, because we refused a deal with them. We want to get them back.”

“You want us to break in to a Guild base?” Fukuzawa asked, showing shock on his face for the first time in this conversation. 

“No, we simply need to borrow one of yours’ ability because we cannot go back to our home base to get what we need.” Gaston shook his head to the president’s question and pointed a finger right at a slightly surprised Kunikida. “We just need to borrow his ability.”

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You were able to get somewhat of a nap in, the pain in your leg was quite a lot to deal with. When you awoke you didn’t see Mark at your bedside like before, now it was a much more familiar and more unwelcome face of John. He smelled at you when he noticed you were awake. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

You scowled and wanted to roll onto your side if it wasn’t for your damned leg. He saw this and sighed. “Don’t like me anymore huh?”

“Not in the slightest.” You said, speaking through gritted teeth.

He drugged and stood up. “Well I suppose you see us as the bad guys, you wouldn’t be the first but honestly you aren’t suited for society work, you should have just stayed in your flower shop. You were quite adorable there. Your old boss is quite worried about you, I stopped by there while you were sleeping and she was worried to but about you.”

Your eyes widened in hour as you heard those words and you honestly thought the worst happened. “What did you do to her?”

He sighed and shook his head. “Nothing, she’ll be quiet alright. For now anyway, she’s probably closing up shop and heading home now anyway.” You sighed in relief as you heard this but that was quickly replaced by pain once again as John went to pick you up and place you in your wheelchair. “Now, your boss has somehow convinced Mr. Fitzgerald to let her speak to you.”

When he said this your heart skipped a beat in either joy of fear as he pushed your wheelchair down the hall towards what must be Fitzgerald’s room that Jane was dragged into. As you were fist rolled inside it was giant, like a whole other house, it was probably double the size of Miss Jane’s already huge apartment. On the couch was Miss Jane, hair down, a white silk robe and a blue silk night gown, she held a cup of tea in her hands and her blindly stared down at the hot liquid as behind her Fitzgerald stood, leaning against the couch, one hand playing with Miss Jane’s hair the other holding a stack of written papers. Fitzgerald and Jane both heard the door open and they both looked up to you the two of you entering. Fitzgerald smiled and tucked his arm with the papers at his side. “Ah you must be Miss (Name), John has been telling me and other Guild members all about you. You worked at a flower shop before working for my Zelda, must have taken such a risk, hm?”

“I like working for Miss Jane, it gives me purpose again.”  You said, completely disregarding the name he used for her, this made Miss Jane smile and Fitzgerald sigh.

“I see, I suppose she must have been paying you well then, wouldn’t surprise me that my wife would.” He spoke as he walked over to a nearby chair and grabbed a jacket that rested on it and began to put it one.

“Respectfully sir, I don’t give a damn about the money, I could be paid nothing and I would still do this,because the society was made to do the right thing.” You spoke as you were rolled up right next to Miss Jane. Fitzgerald looked over his shoulder at the two of you, right at the smirk on your face and the smile on Miss Jane’s.

“I see…” something about his look seemed dangerous and he turned and walked over to Jane, leaning down and kissing her on the head. “I have to go run an errand, I love you, I’ll be back soon.”

With a look to John the other blond man followed behind leaving the two of you alone in the room. The moment the door shit, Miss Jane looked at you with her best smile. You looked over her body and you came to a quick realization due to the bruises forming on her collarbone, neck, and most prominently on her wrists… did Fitzgerald… oh god…

She noticed your realization and she looked away, almost in shame. She spoke, a single tear falling down her cheek. “I-It only hurt when I fought back… when I relaxed… he was gentle, like when we were still married.”

A look of horror came across your face when you said this, somehow this was a million times more painful than your bullet wound. “Miss Jane… I-I’m sorry… is there anything I can do?”

She sat in silence for a long minute, maybe almost five judging by the ticking on a nearby clock before nodding. “No matter what happens, don’t call me by my old name, my name is the only dignity I have left.”

You nodded in understanding and then the door swung open once more, this time it was definitely more welcome faces, Dr. Stevenson, Alexandre, and Victor, along with the even more welcome faces of Emma and William who must have also been moved here from the luxury liner. They all looked out of breath and there was yelling in the hall and then Miss Jane came to a realization. “Is it Henrik’s ability?”

Dr. Stevenson nodded and Alexandre rushed over to you, the strongest member here, and picked you up like bride in his arms. You all rushed back into the hall and saw all the guards pinned to the ground almost by and invisible force. The unconscious bodies of Margaret Mitchell and Nathaniel Hawthorne were also there, those two specifically looked like they have been tossed around like a chew toy. Miss Jane chuckled at this and looked at Emma and William who were hand in hand as they ran like lovers running off from their wedding. “Seems like Henrik found he least favorite doll to play with.”

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You all found yourself here soon at the safe house of the Armed Detective Agency. You were all able to get changed who needed it, Miss Jane, Emma, and William, back into their usual attire and in Emma’s words, “When I get back to my apartment I am burning that dress Nathaniel put me in, it belongs in hell.” You on the other hand got to pay a visit to the doctor of the agency… best if we just skip past that bit.

So now here you all are sitting in the underground hide out of the Armed Detective Agency, some of you made small talk with who knew each other. Yo saw Alexandre talking to two men, you learned their names as Kunikida and Junichiro, apparently they met on their last missions. You rested your head on Victor’s shoulder as he talked to Ranpo and young blond boy named, Kenji, seemed like a sweet kid. Dr. Stevenson was talking to the agency doctor who was able to heal your leg completely, Dr. Yosano, those two seemed to get along splendidly based on their laughter and chatter with one another. Emma and William were off somewhere doing their own thing, you don’t blame them, they were separated after all and may just need sometime to sit and be. Lewis and Henrik were napping in a corner, Lewis’s large sweater draped over the both of them like a huge blanket, honestly you wondered if they were just friends. Gaston stood in the corner, all alone, it seemed like he had some weight on his mind at the moment that he needed to process right now. As for the leaders of your organization, Miss Jane was at least wearing a mask of her happy self and she talked to President Fukuzawa, thanking him for the agency’s assistance, you couldn’t hear most of their conversations, but you could tell that by the sound of their voices that they got along well enough. 

You closed your eyes as you began to drift off on Victor’s shoulder and thought, maybe things are taking a turn for the best now, but only time could tell what horrors lay ahead of you, but at least now you were all together to deal with what came next.

[anneimaginesundertale]

2024 Blog Plans and Poll

Hello, friends! I’m really not sure what to do with this blog in 2024. 2023 was kind of a big year for me. I ended up moving to a new city and getting a full time teaching job, which means I’ve had way less time for skeletons. I know I won’t have time for role play. I purposely cut that out of last year’s plan because it was way too hard to keep up with, even before I became a full time teacher. I know that that’s not going to change.

I’ve also found that, as much as I love all the different skeletons I’ve created, I don’t have a lot to write about quite a few of them. I love them. I’m just not super interested in telling their stories. I want to keep the UT, US, UF, SF, HT, and G!bros around, because (a) I’m still interested in their stories and (b) I know a lot of you are interested in their stories. As for everybody else, I’m going to put a poll down below. Vote for the AU you really want to stick around. Everybody else will be “moving out” of the main skeleton house. They’re not gone by any means. They’re just…off to seek their fortune in the wide world, because the house is getting extra crowded. I will at least write a post telling you where they’re all headed if they’re not staying.

Once I know who is sticking around, maybe I’ll have some ideas for what exactly I want to do with this blog.

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Y’all have a week to answer. Whoever has the most votes at the end will stick around. Feel free to send me some reasons why the lads shouldn’t move out. I mostly just feel like none of these guys get a lot of attention and I don’t have much to write about them. (Again, I’m not banishing them permanently. They’re just getting their own homes away from the main skeleton house and having their own, unrecorded, adventures.)

[roosterbox]

Fic Rec Friday 12/8/23

Title: Little Birds

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: X-Men: First Class (2011) - Fandom

Relationship: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier

Characters: Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Raven Darkholme, Hank McCoy, Alex Summers, Sean Cassidy, Angel Salvadore, Sebastian Shaw, Emma Frost, Azazel (X-Men), Armando Muñoz, Blackbird

Additional Tags: AU, Birds, Angst, Fluff, Romance, Pigeons

Summary: Bird AU. Erik is a lone kestrel on a mission to destroy the great golden eagle who killed his mother. Charles is an abandoned pet dove with no fear and a dream of making a place where the little birds can fly free. They don’t quite want the same thing, but together they’ll change the world.

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Oh man. Oh maaaaaaan. I am so happy to be recommending this fic to y’all. I know a lot of my Cherik followers have probably been in this fandom at least as long as me, and as such have probably read this one at least once. Multiple times, in my case. But any of you recent converts might have missed it, on account of it being *checks publishing date* 12 YEARS OLD next January. Damn. Also, if you’re a real OG like me, you remember reading it In its original form… on the kinkmeme. Boy, the ‘gee Rooster, you’re getting old’ hits just keep building, don’t they? BACK TO THE FIC.

The fact that all these characters we know and love can be transposed into literal birds, and still retain just about everything we love about them? Amazing. And the plot, though obviously way different than the source, also retains enough of itself to still be believably based on the X-Men movies (First Class specifically, this was still 2011/2012), but with a fresh flair befitting this particular AU. The relationship between Charles and Erik is gradual, every new step feels earned and special, and sometimes - dare I say - you can almost find yourself forgetting that they’re, y’know, BIRDS.

All of the characters are so good. Weirdly enough, I’m especially kind of fond of Charles’ old owner. Such a sweet, kindly guy, who definitely immediately knows what’s up between his dove and the weird kestrel hanging around him, lol. Also, never thought I’d read a fic with bird sex in it, but here we are. The kinkmemes were very strange places; I miss them.

All in all, this one is always gonna be one of my favorite Cherik fics of all time. If it’s your first time hearing about it or reading it, awesome! Enjoy! And if you’ve read it before, remember: it’s always a good time to reread a great fic!

Important Note: This fic is locked, unfortunately, so you have to be logged in on AO3 to read it. No shade to the author, of course - do what you feel you must - but just FYI.

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Next Week: Steddie time again! Shout out to all y’all who followed me for those Steddie thoughts/minifics, lol.

This one is really great. I initially wanted to drop it in the discord for recs on my birthday, but forgot. Also it’ll be 11 days after my cake day when this next rec will go up, but just go with it.

To summarize: Steve has a terrible birthday… until the Munsons get involved.

See you next Friday!

[kent-roase]

new intro because my last one kinda sucked

hi, my name is Lucent! please don’t shorten it, just Lucent!! i’m genderfluid, and primarily use they/xe, though i’m fine with she/he too. i use interchangable terms (such as sir or miss) so don’t worry about misgendering me!!

i mean this in the humblest way, but i aim to be a very nice person. i’m not the tamest and i freak out when i see cool art (and people), but i try to be as positive as possible, and i try not to make fun of people. so as long as you don’t make me or anyone else uncomfortable, comment and ask away! also, if you would like to be mutuals, i would rather you send an ask rather than a dm. but feel completely free to!!! i don’t bite!!!!

speaking of mutuals, if you would like to be friends, i don’t mind Y’ALL giving me a message. BUT DON’T FEEL OBLIGED TO!

my favorite ship is Huntlow. i have so many headcanons. they’re both. i will save this for another post. i kin Willow very, so, many. much. it’s. SCREAMS.

okay, now for the longer bit. i love The Owl House and i make fanart for that mostly. i love Six of Crows too, but beyond that, i don’t plan on drawing any other fandoms. here are my reasons and exceptions:

-i don’t enjoy drawing anything else

-if i don’t know enough about a fandom i just don’t know if it’s toxic or not. i know a lot of other shows/games etc. but if i don’t know what’s going on or which ships are problematic and such, it wouldn’t look good for me.

-drawing and posting on tumblr is for fun! i’m not currently doing commissions so if i don’t gain anything from it i’ll probably get burnt out

-if it’s an au i’ll consider it (but again if i really don’t know enough about a fandom i probably won’t get around to do it. also, the au would have to be of TOH characters in that universe or something, not the other way around).

i don’t mean to be a debbie downer about what i post, i just don’t feel comfortable drawing things i don’t like. and whenever someone asks me to, i feel really bad.

well, while i’m on track i should probably post my other boundaries too…

-please do not dm me if i don’t know you, and ESPECIALLY if i haven’t seen you interact with me at all. personally, that raises a red flag. i love, love, love asks, but dms are a bit more… intimate.

-not a big fan of drawing ocs. again, if i don’t enjoy something, it’s hard for me to draw it. i might draw Golden Guard ocs though. my friend has one named Henry.

-i’ve never drawn NSFW, and i don’t plan on drawing any based off asks. if i do in the future, it will most likely be something i come up myself. i might change this policy in the future, but i mostly draw minors as of now. please don’t be weird, thank you.

-i cannot draw anything but humanoid characters for the life of me. if i could draw furries, i would.

-i promise i am not egotistical, but for any future reference (in case i get closer to any mutual or SOMETHING) i am in a very loving relationship with @drawingindirt.

i apologize for it being so much, but if you read everything, thank you!! it means a lot to me. i’ll update this every once in a while.

[ask-the-protons]

Ok I’ll set this blog up more later but first a introduction

This is about Proton from Pokémon and my aus here are those aus from my main ones to least main ones

Proton hex Au is a Au where Proton got hexed and had a nightmare where he met and fought everyone in his dream but no one remembered other then a few people (Piers, Caitlin, all the ghost trainers) feel free to ask them questions as well! But try to keep it on the topic of Proton

Proton hex Au future is where team rocket fully disbanded and Proton or now known as Lance his actual name now lives in galar at spikemuth with two siblings of Piers and Marnie also time is starting to mess up (Feel free to ask Piers and Marnie questions as well!)

Proton second hex dream Au is when time screwed up and now spends forever with time making no one able to age but all can chill (Feel free to ask Archer, Petrel, Piers and Marnie as well)

Proton Legendary au is another hex Au where he goes and searches out the hex holder as their called now and he solves it but becomes a legendary to make sure this doesn’t happen again and he tries to not go back to everyone but eventually ends up there because Marnie gets hexed and he helps in a Zigzagoon fork then Piers notices “oh god this Zigzagoon has been dequilled!” And tries to take care of him and he doesn’t want Piers to think he’s dead again so returns often till someone notices (Ask Proton, Piers, Marnie, Archer, and Petrel +any legendaries and Oscar who’s an oc)

Proton Golbat vampire Au is where he’s a Golbat vampire and he freaking spiked the punch so all of team rocket are vampires (ask all of team rocket)

Proton Crobat vampire Au but with control and he takes care of his siblings and is a vampire hunter with them and when Marnie gets attacked by Lunala he stays to take care of her (Ask Proton, Piers, Marnie, Archer, or Petrel)

Proton kills the moon Au is the vampire Au but once Marnie gets turned by Lunala he leaves and kills the moon accidentally screwing up and Marnie has to become the new moon but eventually Proton manages to summon her and catch her and be like “You now have to hide behind me if there is danger :D” to a legendary Pokémon and Marnie sighs and does it but blasts any trouble from behind Proton (also any version where he manages to kill a legendary he has a mewtwo who was “back up” aka just sat to the side) (Ask Proton, Marnie, Mewtwo, Piers, Archer, and Petrel)

Proton sun boi au is another vampire au deviation but he also killed the sun and Marnie was like “COME ON!!!” And they both became gods as siblings now Proton is a menace and makes Archer immortal by blessing the guy also Archer catches him also Proton got last words to everyone y’all can ask abt (ask the main group + mewtwo)

Faller Piers Au is one of the hex Au where Piers goes back in time to two weeks before team rocket’s kanto collapse and Proton finds him weird because Piers treats him like a sibling subconsciously (Ask Proton, Piers, Petrel, Archer, Silver, Green f, Ariana, and Giovanni)

Faller Marnie Au is where Marnie goes back 3 years before team rocket collapsed and is taken care of by Proton and Petrel and mimics the two of them (Ask Proton, Petrel, Marnie, Archer, and Silver)

Faller Proton Au 1 is where he goes back into the past and becomes the hero of a town

Faller Proton au 2 is where he becomes a historian and literally brings back explanations on how to use dark type powers and gives it to Piers and Marnie

Proton zombie apocalypse Au is actually about a fic I wrote and him and the other executives literally protect a town (Ask Proton, Petrel, Archer, Ariana, Blue)

Proton asteroid Au is where he survives the asteroid hitting earth by hiding in Sinnoh with the other executives but he was the only one found by Cynthia who was trying to save anyone and he would sit in that cave where his Crobat evolved and eventually aliens found everyone and Proton was so awkward given the Sinnoh elite four was there and Volkner and Darach and Sabrina so like a Pokémon villain sitting there was awkward but at least Mars was there

Psychic boi Proton au is a Au where he becomes a faller while doing his homework as a kid and becomes siblings with Piers and Marnie but he always feels like something is missing sure he’s a researcher now and owns a dang Uxie but something is missing and the Houndoom he eventually finds in his late 20s cements that something is missing

Hisui Au is where Proton gets transported back in time and he’s goofy

Early leaving au is where Proton leaves team rocket during kanto times

Then my normal Proton headcanons

Feel free to ask any of these guys stuff! And I might make some doodles as well

Btw my sibling is the co owner!!!!!! They just don’t have tumblr tho (idiot is not on many social medias compared to me they may also may make doodles)

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Why are people still interacting with this blog lmao

[fleur-bbyy]

I WANNA FEEL YOU FROM THE INSIDE

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⭒pairing: katsuki bakugo x fem! reader.

⭒wc: 4.8k

⭒warnings: SEX (MINORS DNI), continuation of the porn!au, characters are aged up to 21+, reader is not of a certain skin color, use of names like ‘bunny,’ daddy kink, spanking with belt, live camming, mentions of; onlyfans, pegging, plugs, fingering (f! receiving), cunnilingus, slight breath play, small part of m! receiving oral, degrading, if I forgot anything I will update this later on!

⭒author’s note: y’all the amount of times I had to change the fake usernames to not accidentally tag someone is crazy. will scream, cry, and throw up if I still somehow managed to.

part one.

“you still wanna go through with it?”

“fuck yeah. show that fucker what he’s missing with us.”

it’d been a few months since you and katsuki had professionally filmed together for the first time. watching the opportunity for a decent cash flow get even bigger after more and more sick bastards wanted to see the two of you together. becoming a little more than professional acquaintances as you filmed together more and more.

it felt like the two of you could only keep growing until that douchebag that calls himself a director publicly shit on both of your names. calling the two of you ‘unprofessional’ and a slew of other names, even going as far to say he could’ve ‘done it without the both of you’ whilst he basked in the glory of his first successful porno. your ranks and ratings didn’t drop that much, but it was enough to piss the two of you off.

so now here the pair of you are, about to prove to that dickhead director that you didn’t need him, he needed you.

“it’s just been a while since i’ve cammed live. I feel like i’m back at the beginning again.”

“i bet. we’ve all come a long way though.” he stood up from where he was sat at the laptop perched upon your desk, angled towards the chaise lounge in your room. everything was set and ready with a timer counting down from five minutes. for some reason you were nervous about camming again.

maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t done so in so long.

or maybe it was that you didn’t know what the hulking blond standing over you had in store.

“we still have four and a half minutes left,” he rough hand stroked your soft cheek, “wanna let me get a little taste before you start, bunny?” his free hand cupped your cunt covered with white lace.

“nuh-uh. don’t spoil yourself now or you’ll have nothing left in you in a few.” you pushed him off and walked over to where the laptop was set up to check the countdown once more. making sure to shimmy your hips as you walked to show off your cute ass to him.

he already felt quite feral just looking at you. body clad in skimpy, white lingerie with cute little bunny ears on your head and a cotton tail attached the the back of your thong. the thigh-high socks squeezed the fat of your thighs so perfectly his cock was already straining against his jeans.

“have it your way, princess, but remember who’s in charge today. no shitty scripts to follow, I can do whatever the fuck I want.” you didn’t know whether you should feel more aroused or terrified at the thought. you’ve seen his videos from when he was amateur. unscripted, he was ruthless. fucking whoever was with him in the most insane, body-contorting positions, having them drool all over themselves. you weren’t ashamed to admit that you had touched yourself many times before to the sound of the filth that he spoke into the mic.

“it’s almost time, bunny. c’mere and sit with me.” he beckoned you over to the lounge with a wiggle of his index finger. he was shirtless with his chest lightly oiled. you eyed the way his pecs and stomach glistened under the light every time he shifted. he switched out his jeans and boxers to just a pair of grey sweats with nothing underneath. you loved the way his trail of wispy, blond hairs started just below his naval and disappeared below the waistband.

he had you sitting with your back to his chest. he held you tightly, already copping a feel on your chest. kneading and pinching the fat of your breasts. he had your legs placed over his spread ones, making you completely open for the camera. your little thong barely covered a thing and was getting eaten by your lips. he used his other hand to slide down your body and gently rub your clit over the cloth.

you almost forgot what you were about to be doing until you heard the familiar pinging sound from money being sent in. this little cam show was pretty well advertised on both of your socials and even by some of your friends in the industry, so it was really not surprise that people were already sending tips in. you soon heard bakugo pipe up. his voice moderately loud so the microphone could pick it up.

“awh, bunny, hear all those horny bastards that already are spendin’ shit on you? we’ve barely done anything yet” you quickly nodded your head, wiggling your hips to try and get his hand to move faster.

“where are your fuckin’ manners?” he took the hand that was kneading your tits and brought it up to your neck, fastening his thick fingers around and lightly squeezing. you let out a small ‘thank you’ which you thought wouldn’t be enough. thankfully, bakugo had mercy right now.

he kept toying with your cunt, continuously growing wetter and wetter. your arousal now seeping through your thong and spreading onto your plush thighs. also dripping down onto bakugo, leaving a wet patch on his pants.

“already makin’ such a mess. you want it bad, don’t you?” he lightly slapped your already sensitive clit, sending jolts of electricity down your spine and do your core.

“yes. so bad.” you felt like a virgin that couldn’t make a complete sentence and your cheeks started to burn. it was kind of hard to feel embarrassed when you’re in your industry, but the way he toyed with you flipped a switch inside.

“yes what?” he stopped touching you and roughly pinched your nipples, eliciting and piercing whine from you.

“yes daddy.” his cock twitched beneath you at the sound of your voice.

“good fuckin’ girl. why don’t you turn around and show them the pretty little ass of yours?” he unhooked your legs from his and brought them together so you could stand. you slowly got up, making sure to not lose your footing since your legs already felt like jelly. you heard the pinging start up again when you turned around and bent over slightly, wiggling your hips back and forth causing your ass to shake.

“come sit back down on me. daddy’s gonna play with you too, yeah?” you straddled his still-spread legs and his hands instantly found place on the fat of your ass. kneading, pulling, and squeezing every inch. you could feel his hard-on pressing right against your clit and you dared to start grinding down on him. because of that action, you were met with a harsh slap to your ass.

“who the fuck said you could grind on me? needy fuckin’ slut.” he roughly slapped your ass again and tips started to roll in at the sight of the bright red hand prints now adorning your backside.

“oh fuck, think these bastards are gettin’ off to the sight of you gettin’ punished, huh? who wants to see some more?” he was wearing the charming smirk on his face as he soothed the burning, red spots with his hands. rubbing circles on you and tilting his head to kiss and nip at your neck. the pinging sound that rolled in again signified that people did want to see more.

“alright, little bunny, all fours f’me.” you rolled off of him as he stood up, the obvious tent in his pants making your mouth water. he sauntered his way behind the lounge as you got in position. you could see out of the corner of your eye that he had picked up the belt he was wearing half an hour ago, striking the sides of the belt together to make a loud slapping sound as he approached you once more.

you felt his hands run over the spot where your lower back curved as the fabric of the lounge dipped down behind you. he caressed your smooth skin for a few moments more before he spoke up again.

“you’re gonna take ten of these yeah?” he leaned down and gripped the sides of your chin, turning your head to look towards him and the camera. “and you’re gonna count, lose your place and we start over. don’t fuck up and you get a reward. got that?” you furiously nodded your head and he cocked a warning brow at you. he let go of the death grip he had on your chin and lightly patted your cheek two or three times. you heard the leather of his belt slap against itself one more time before it was striking you.

your legs and cunt were both quivering as he delivered each blow to your sensitive skin. every strike was met with more pinging sounds as money was sent you way. your ass was covered in red spots and sore to the touch. he wasn’t entirely a monster, though, rubbing each area he hit with the palm of his hand after you struck you. despite the challenge, you didn’t lose your place and even thanked him afterwards. after the tenth was delivered, he pressed his soft lips to the spots most red and placed feather like kisses on you.

“so good f’me. so fuckin’ good f’me. daddy’ll give you what you want.” and with that he pushed your panties to the side and plunged two of his thick fingers in your wet heat. rapid fire fingering your aching pussy as he used his free hand to continue soothing the hot spots left on your ass from his belt.

the sight of your cute tears leaving mascara tracks down your pretty face in the screen of the laptop was enough to make him want to bust in his pants. the moans and whimpers that left your parted lips sounded so sweet, delicious even. and the feeling of your slick running down his middle and index finger was enough to make him lean down to lick your juices from the source as he replaced his fingers with his long tongue. his fingers found purchase again on your swollen clit, aching to be touched and he tongue-fucked you.

his movements were skillful. rubbing circles on your clit in a way the stimulated your nerves in just the right way. he worked his tongue oh so perfectly inside you, causing you to writhe under he touch. his free hand fisting at the fat of your ass.

he could tell that you were getting close by your moans increasing in volume and the way your pussy fluttered and clenched around his tongue. the pinging sound had slowed, pissing him off a bit.

“you wanna see this slut cum? pay the fuck up. we’re not doin’ this shit for free.” you whined when he pulled away from you, getting whatever the female equivalent of blue balls was. you dropped your top half down to the lounge, just leaving your ass in the air. you wiggled it a bit for the camera and for the blond staring at you through the laptop screen.

“shit, 15,000¥? these motherfuckers really are desperate. 20,000¥ and i’ll make this slutty bunny squirt.” he lightly ghosted his fingers over your pussy before deciding he wanted your panties that were still pushed to the side off. the strength of the explosive blond before you made you gush another bout of wetness as he tore them at the hips and pulled them off. even though you were desperate, you quietly whines at the loss. you really liked this lingerie set.

“oi, heard that shit. quit your bratty bitchin’ or you won’t cum until I do.” at that, he looked to the laptop and saw that someone had sent in the amount he requested and smirked.

“make sure to say ‘thank you.’” he dived back in your pussy, one hand on your clit, two fingers back in your cunt, and using his tongue to drink up any of your dripping slick. it wasn’t long before you felt that familiar pressure in your stomach and your hole started to twitch. shit, you were right there.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck thank you.. fuck.” your speech was slurred and words were jumbled together as he finger-fucked you through your orgasm. he growled at the way your cunt gushed for him and all over him, drinking up as much as he could.

“shit, that’s my good fuckin’ girl. stand up f’me and show them your drenched pussy.” you did as he said, already feeling so fucked out to disobey. he held you by your hips as you stood, steadying your balance. using one of his big hands to spread your cheeks apart to show off your fucked hole, groaning at your reflection in the camera.

“d’you bastards miss when she was a cam slut? because i sure fuckin’ do.” he rubbed the side of your hip and ass as he pressed little kisses to your skin. it wasn’t long before the chat was beginning him to take his dick out and for you to take your bra off.

“awww. they want you to get naked too.” you teased, ruffling his blond hair.

“‘m sure they just want my cock out because that means i’m closer to destroying your insides.” he teased right back at you, softly smacking your backside.

you felt gracious about him giving you a little breather. you loved your work, loved making people feel good, but you hated how everything was go, go, go once the camera started rolling. sometimes having to just stay in bed the next day so the poor spot between your legs could take a break. when you felt ready, you tapped his shoulder and gave him a quick nod when he looked up.

you straddled his lap once more and pawed at his cock through the fabric of his sweatpants. you just wanted him to stuff you full and you were willing to act out to get it.

“needy little whore arentcha? not fuckin’ you yet. on your knees.” he patted your face once more and got up with you to get you closer to the camera. only his lower half was in view, but your face and still-covered chest was on full display. you were visibly excited when he tugged his sweatpants down enough to free his rock hard dick. taking it into his hand and pumping it a few times before slapping your cheek with it.

“be a good bunny and open wide f’me.” as soon as you did so, he was shoving his cock in your mouth. fucking your face for true audience you’d garnered. you thought all you’d be getting was a rough face-fucking until he pushed his length all the way in. the tip of your nose was touching his groomed, blond hairs that grew from his pelvis. tears once again started to stream down your cheeks as you struggled to breathe through your nose.

“you want this bitch to breathe? 5,000¥. simple enough? ‘m lowballin’ because the slut seems desperate already.” he punctuated his last few syllables by lightly thrusting back and forth in your mouth. it still wasn’t enough for you to get a deep breath, but enough for you to not pass out.

as he looked at the screen, a specific ping of a donation caught his attention.

105,000¥ - fuck her now.

he pulled out and leaned down to where his face was in view. he gave you a moment to sputter and catch your breath before he was gripping you by the jaw to look at the camera.

“see how much they wanna pay for that sloppy cunt? whad’dya think?”

“mmmm, 20,000¥ more. my pussy’s worth it.”

“you fuckin’ heard her, pay up, bastards. or i’ll just fuck her off camera.” he finished his last word with another slap to your ass. his rough hand still had you by the jaw as he showed off your messy face. makeup smeared and mascara stains running down your hot cheeks. you smiled into the camera when you saw the notification come up that someone had sent the remaining amount of money.

“thank you, baby. bet you wish it was you here and not him. you’d treat me nice, right?” bakugo’s gaze bore into the side of your head as he listened to you flirt with whoever threw money your way. anything word you spoke that sounded remotely suggestive was like a buzzword for more tips to roll in. “mmm you want him to take my bra off? you’d better ask him nicely.”

he fixated his gaze off of you and onto the comments rolling in in the monitor. another 10,000¥ rolling in with the nice request that he strip you some more.

“you bastards are so fuckin’ desperate. bet you’re all touchin’ yourselves right now. waiting for her tits to be out before you bust.” he was standing behind you, unhooking the clasps on your bra and letting it drop to the floor. you were fully exposed for the camera now. the only thing remaining from your costume lingerie were your sheer thigh-highs and the bunny ears atop your head.

he reached around you tweak your hard nipples and play with the fat of your breasts, eliciting little moans from you.

“so fuckin’ pretty. she’s a pretty, pretty girl isn’t she?” his hand traveled down to your pussy and he ran a finger through the slit to assess if he needed to prep you or not. you were practically still dripping from earlier, slick running out of your needy cunt and spreading onto the insides of your thighs.

“time to make their money’s worth, bunny. ride my fuckin’ cock.” he sat back down onto the chaise lounge and beckoned you over with the curl of his index finger. the sight of him comfortably sprawled out with his sweatpants just lazily pulled down enough for his cock to be out made the ache between your legs throb even more.

“d’ya bitches wanna see her ass or tits bounce?” he kept you from sitting, rubbing up and down the side of your hips as his eyes focused in on the chat. responses were mixed with people who wanted to see either. a few comments sprinkled in about yours or his looks.

“looks like they can’t decide, we’ll do both.” he pulled you towards him and you straddled his lap in regular cowgirl. he rubbed the tip of his angry, red cock up and down your soaked slit. the look in his eyes was enough to make you gush another wave of arousal as he slowly eased in you. the stretch of him was welcomed by your warm walls and he bottomed out rather quickly from how horny you were. his tip lightly brushed your cervix, marking you squirm above him. he grabbed your hips and you kept an agonizingly slow pace.

“if you want him to split me open, i’m gonna need a little more from you, babies.” you looked over your shoulder and winked. your reflection in the screen was pretty, beautiful even. one of his hands was lazily placed on your hip and the other placed behind his head. the sight of him slowly disappearing and appearing again was a spectacular sight to see. the way his heavy balls lightly slapped your ass was heavenly and the taut muscles flexed on his spread thighs was probably enough to make someone cream in their pants.

the pinging had begun once again and you increased your pace each time a donation came through. he eventually was gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he began to thrust into you, hard and fast. your moans were already pornographically loud when you were at a slow pace, but now they filled the room with the sound of skin slapping skin.

“shit bunny, this cunt is so fuckin’ good. i can’t wait for you to make a mess on this dick.” you clenched down on him every time he spoke the filth that had gotten you off so many times before. your legs were beginning to tremble and your pussy was twitching in a way that told him you were close, right there even.

“fuck yes. cum on my cock.. ride that shit. show them how much of a dirty fuckin’ slut you are f’me.” his words coupled with his rough thrusts to punctuate the syllables sent you over the edge. your stomach felt white-hot as you creamed on him. he removed the hand from behind his head to spread your pussy lips and watch the glistening arousal flood his dick. the ring of your cum gathered on the base. that and your tits knocking together in his face made him slow himself to keep him from cumming too.

“hope y’got another one in ya. turn the fuck around and sit again.” you quickly got up and whined at the loss. katsuki growled at the sight of your hole already gaping for him.

you let out another whine of pleasure as you sat back on his cock again. your knees and shins were placed on both sides of his thighs and his arms were wrapped around the front of you to play with your tits as he started thrusting again.

he was rougher this time, removing one of his hands from your chest to move back down to your hip to keep you close to him. his feet were firmly planted in the carpet below you to keep up his pace without fault.

“play with your tits, sweets. show them how horny you are for daddy.”

“shit.. i love when daddy fills me up… fuck fuck fuck.” you brought your hands up to your chest to play with yourself and he brought his now-free hand to toy with your swollen clit. you loudly whimpered at the sensitivity when he was touching and fucking you at the same time.

“i feel you clenchin’ my shit. already gonna cum again? you really are a desperate slut for the camera.” he started slamming his hips into yours harder and you began to bounce at a pace that met his thrusts. he felt impossibly deep inside of you as your pussy squelched and gushed around him. he was now focused on your reflection in the screen. his eyes moved back and forth from the monitor to the real you. he loved being able to see your expressions whilst also being able to watch the way your peachy ass rippled and bounce as you met his rough thrusts.

“tell me.. fuck.. tell me how bad you want it.”

“daddy please I want it to badly. I need to cum and I need to be filled with yours.”

“oh, slutty bunny wants me to breed ‘er, that’s it, yeah?” you whimpered and nodded your head as he began to thrust even harder and deeper. hitting that special spot inside you that made your whole body feel like it was on fire. the crescendo of your moans and your pussy once again tightening on him told him you were almost over the edge, he was glad because he didn’t think he’d last much longer with the sight to behold in front of him.

after a few more rough thrusts and his cock dragging against your g-spot, you were once again coating the man in your release. squirting once again as he continued to ride you through your orgasm. your juices slid down his muscular thighs and onto the fabric below the both of you. you heard his growls get louder as he used your body to chase his own high. practically losing himself at the sight the clear liquid spewing from you.

“fuck bunny, y’gonna let me cum in you? fuck i’m gonna fill you up.”

a little ‘please’ was all you could get from your lips as your spent brain wasn’t thinking too clearly. he gripped your sore hips one last good time before he was spilling the contents from his balls into your overused hole.

“‘m cummin’.. fuck baby, god you feel so fuckin’ good when i’m flooding this pussy.” your body shivered as his words and the shallow thrusts he continued to pump into you. you felt impossibly empty when he slowed and lifted you off of him. that feeling soon being subdued by his thick, calloused finger tips collecting the cum that had leaked out and pushing it back into your cunt.

“know you’re fucked out, but bend over ‘n show them how pretty that pussy looks filled with my cum.” although tired, you gladly obeyed his request. standing up on wobbly legs to turn around and bend over like you’d done earlier, holding onto the edge of the lounge for stabilization.

“mmm, bet you guys wish this was yours stuffed in there, yeah?” you giggled and waved your ass back and forth as the pinging increased for a final time. katsuki grabbing your face and showing the audience how debauched and fucked out he had made you. you finished off the stream with a flirty ‘goodbye babies’ and a seductive wink before covering the camera with your hand and ending the stream.

you both watched the screen go black and light up again as the total revenue flashed across the screen. both of your eyes widened as you saw the number. you both expected into six fugures, you didn’t expect to be that well into six figures. it was more money made in a single stream than the two of you would made from a few pornos. the two of you decided the split the money equally as it made the most sense and was only fair.

the screen blackened again, this time the transcript of the comments lit up the screen. you decided to sit and read whilst the blond got up to redress.

“hey kats, they want me to peg you!” you say in front of the laptop, still naked as the day you were born minus the thigh-highs, and read through the comments. a lot of them complimenting the pair of you or offering you guys money for sex. sometimes you came across comments that made you audibly laugh, this being one of those moments.

“fat chance. most that’s been in my ass is a plug.”

“I could change that.” you wiggled a brow at him and he dramatically rolled his eyes. he stood in the corner of your room and you watched him tug a white compression shirt on.

“adventurous thing, arentcha?”

“adventurous is my middle name.”

“yeah, okay dumbass.” it was your turn to rolls your eyes as you went to your twitter to tweet about the success of the stream, definitely showing up the director that dared trash yours and bakugo’s names. after tweeting, you decided to scroll your feed a bit to see if anyone had said anything yet. if the money you guys make didn’t show the success of the stream, the slew of people tweeting about it sure did.

@better-luxe-next-time: made more in one stream with @.officialdynamight than that slimeball has made in his whole career <3

@.officialdynamight: wanna see my POV with @better-luxe-next-time? unlock the videos on my onlyfans @.dynamight.

@.alien.queen.pinky: wettest i’ve ever been from watching a stream. 3some? @better-luxe-next-time @.officialdynamight

@bigredriot: I couldn’t tell who I wanted more 😫

@chargeboltt: she could step on me and i’d say thank you!

@chakoraka i’d kill an elderly woman to be sandwiched between them.

@sticky-sero: not even gay but i’d suck his ween ngl

you smiled at the tweets your fellow stars had posted. it some sick, weird way it warmed your heart that they all had your backs and watched the stream to help you prove a point. you even noticed some of them donating their own money. the smile that grew on your face slowly drooped again once you saw another tweet posted 7 minutes ago from dynamight himself.

@.officialdynamight: 50 retweets and we’ll stream weekly. @better-luxe-next-time

“seriously, katsuki? 50 retweets?”

“i’ll take any excuse to get inside you. got the sweetest cunt i’ve ever fucked.” you took the bunny ears off and slid your stockings off your legs as he handed you his t-shirt. it fell right at your mid-thigh and swallowed your torso whole. “and trust me, i’ve fucked a lot.”

“me too, we’re in the same business, y’know,” you let out a light giggle at his exaggerated eye roll, “but yeah, best dick i’ve ever had.”

“so we can agree, one retweet?”

“sure, kats, one retweet.” his vermillion eyes darkened and his lips contorted into a cheshire cat-like smile as he opened his twitter app and turned the screen to face you. the tweet already have over 100 retweets and it’d only been up for 10 minutes.

“looks like you might wanna start getting comfy with me, bunny.”

part one.