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[isabeauwolf]

Four. Four soulmates. Oh Kamisama no! - Reader x ShiggyOverDabiHawks 3

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💞 Chapter 3: The Matchmaking Goddess meddles

A week ago.

It was strange.

Overhaul, Dabi, Shigaraki and Hawks all felt restless.

Something was missing.

This undeniable, uncomfortable tug and pull.

The first night they were all transported from their world and into yours.

Each had felt drowsy, some fighting more than others, no matter what they did; they couldn't shake this feeling, the need to sleep.

Shigaraki and Hawks gave in easily, thinking nothing of it.

Overhaul and Dabi were fighting it.

They both had so much more things to do before they could sleep and rest. Pacing their bedroom, drinking coffee or having another nicotine fix.

Their bodies felt heavy, an unbearable headache forming. Nothing more keeping the pair of Villains awake than pride and stubbornness. After another hour of this agony, both of them gave in and they slept, finding themselves standing in a dark abyss and in-front of a door.

Each one were overly cautious, slowly and hesitantly opening the door. Closing their eyes when the light of the room blinded them for a second, then blinking and refocusing.

What waited behind the door was a woman? Dressed in layers of robes, trailing to the floor, and looked heavy. Expensive. Something out of times of old or a Asian romance drama, filled with princesses gods and folklore. The scent of incense burning filled the room.

"Ah, welcome!" She greeted with a smile on her red painted lips. "Come, sit. Please."

It was bizarre.

All four men were standing in the threshold of their own doorways, yet each one lead into the same room or temple? This woman wear tradition robes of red and white, colorful and handcrafted embroidery in gold thread, hand stitched into her robes; a golden crown with rubies and diamonds atop her head, pinning her hair in place. The woman stands to her feet and moves with elegance and grace, gesturing toward the four seats in front of her.

None of them approached, each eyeing the other in suspicion. Some recognized each other and others didn't. Sizing each other up, eyes focusing and watching for any sign of weakness. Who would stand down first and obey this mysterious woman's command?

None of them moved.

The woman's smile widens, appeared strained. "Gentlemen." She raised her hand, curling her long and slender index finger. "Come and sit, please."

Each one of them felt this invisible tug, yanking them forward against their own accord. Grunts and hisses of discomfort, left Overhaul's, Dabi's and Shigaraki's mouths, each Villain scowling as they tried to pull away.

Hawks moved first, lowering his wings and tucking them in to fit through the door. "Thank you for inviting us, ma'am." Keeping his professional and easy going smile on his face, giving the woman a friendly smile as he went at the end of the four available seats in front of the woman and her desk. Stacks and stacks of scrolls and paperwork spread out before her. The red Winged Hero's eyes flickered downward out of curiosity and his eyes widened, he saw his true name written on one of the scrolls. "What?" He muttered in disbelief as he sat down.

The woman's eyes hardened, her patience thinning. "Oh for heavens sake and the afterlife, I said." She raised her voice, calm and icy, curling her finger once more and tugged harder. "Come here, boys." Her word was harsh and final. "Now."

The uncomfortable tugging forced them forward into the room.

Dabi clicked his tongue, shoved his hands into his pockets, lazily sauntering to the second available seat, he twirled it and faced it backwards before sitting down. "I'm too tired and need a smoke." Resting his arm on the chair with his burnt cheek in the palm of his free hand. "Let's get this over with."

"Agreed." Overhaul sighed, taking a deep breath, marching inside and heading towards the first seat, grabbing a tissue off the woman's desk and scrubbing it, threw it away and sat down; arms crossed over his chest, legs spread wide as his index finger tapped against his forearm.

Shigaraki was the only one, seething and glaring at the woman, refusing out of spite.

The woman's eyes glow into a stormy and heated, silver. Lightening flashes outside, causing the men to jump, but remain seated as a loud thundering boom crashes as she rounds her desk. "Always the most stubborn and troublesome, nutcases who refuse help." She grits her teeth. Raising both hands, a bright red thread appears in the middle of their chests, the red string?

Theirs no way.

It's a trick.

An allusion.

They are dreaming.

Their red strings tug and headed her call.

The woman yanks on Shigaraki's red string harder, forcing him to fall onto the floor, causing him to catch himself, pinky's raised as he hissed from the impact. She continued to pull, the string followed, dragging the light blue haired man like a fisherman hauling in a big fish with a hook and a line. "If you had listened, then I wouldn't have to be so rough with you, stubborn brats."

The more heated and angry the woman become their red strings jolted, throbbed and burned, jerking as Overhaul, Dabi and Hawks remained seated.

Goddamn, this shit hurt.

Even Dabi who's body had been numb to pain since he'd awaken from his coma felt uneasy, feeling the burning from deep inside his body as he grit his teeth. "What is this bullshit?" His body jolted and spasmed, shivering and shook. "Who the fuck are you lady?"

The woman turned her head, stormy glare meeting Dabi's turquoise. "Watch your tone." She tilted her head high. "I am the Goddess of Matching Making and you four are next on my list." She dragged Shigaraki until he was laying down beside the last vacant seat before she let go, eyes turning back to normal and a cheery smile in place. "You four should have felt my call early today, have you all not?"

That's what that was?

The feeling of restlessness and uncomfortable tugging pull they all felt.

Shigaraki chuckled bitter. "Do we look like charity cases to you?" Sitting upright as his red string faded, crossing his legs and arms, glaring at the Goddess.

The Goddess sighed, closing her eyes. Pinching the bridge of her nose between her perfectly painted and manicured nails, "Do you really want me to answer that Tenko Shimura." Reopening her eyes, meeting the villains stunned gaze. "Oh yes." She lowers her hand and smirks, "I know all of your true names." Her eyes scanning each of the men's faces, starting with Overhaul and working down the line. "Kai Chisaki, Touya Todoroki, Tenko Shimura and Keigo Takami."

Their expressions were priceless.

"I am tasked with guiding you four to your soulmates, or should I say soulmate." She hums, leaning back and picking up a piece of parchment, scanning its contents. "You all have been very, very naughty boys." Raising a brow and peaking over the list to stare at the men before her. "I almost feel sorry for the poor woman who your souls and strings are tied to." She shrugged, "Alas, it's only my job to tie your fates, which I have."

"Wait?" Overhaul is the first to speak, thin brows furrowed. "One woman is tied to all of us?" He questioned in confusion. "I thought only one pair was allowed for each match?" He was never a man of faith or religion, but he still attended all of the boring shrine visits and customs out of respect and traditional reasons for Pops.

The Goddess hums in agreement. "True, but this is a very special case and quite rare." Raising her gaze to meet his and lowering the document. "Last time this happened was with Princess Kaguya hundred of years ago."

"Like the folk tale of the Princess on the moon?" Dabi snorted and scoffed. "That's a load of bullshit."

"Folk tales are often based on facts, boy." The Goddess' eyes narrowed. "It's highly unfortunate that her union with her suitors ended in tragedy."

Hawks frowned. "Didn't she leave the mortal plain to become the Moon Princess since she couldn't be with the man she wanted?"

"Yes." The Goddess nodded her head, her mask of professionalism returned. "Romeo and Juliet, Hades and Persephone, Helen of Troy and Paris of Sparta, so many couples based on real lives, stories of old ending in tragic fates." A light frown appears on her beautiful face. "Only in death can they reunite or wait to be reborn in the cycle with no memory of their past lives. Some are fortunate to not remember, or else they might grow mad or die of heartbreak."

"Always together, eternally apart." Hawks whispered, his frown deepening. "For as long as they both shall live."

The air had grown solemn and heavy.

The Goddess cleaned her throat. "Now then." Her professional smile returning. "I will open the gate to send you four into the world of your soulmate. You will not return to your world until she has chosen one of you. Simple."

That got all of their attention.

"What?!" Hawks and Shigaraki yelled at the same time. The Winged Hero in shock and the other in anger.

"You crazy bitch!" Dabi sneered, the fire user stood and knocked his chair over.

Overhaul quickly crouched onto the floor, slipping off a gloved as his hand hovered over inches from the floor. "I don't have time for this nonsense. I have more important work to do." His golden eyes narrowed.

She waves her hand, wearing a fake, cheery smile. "Have a safe journey." She raised her hand once more and pushed them back through the doors they came in.

Falling.

Falling through the darkness, spinning and tumbling faster and faster. The pits of their stomached dropped.

Hawks tried to fly but he couldn't not with his hard drop. "Fuck, we are falling too fast! I can't fly, dammit!"

Dabi felt nauseous as the black void kept spinning. "I'm gonna hurl." He groaned.

Overhaul glared at the black haired villain. "Don't you fucking dare!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Shigaraki screamed, his raspy voice cracked.

They were blinded as the blackness opened up to a starry night sky above them and glittering lights and metropolis of some kind below them.

"You have got to be shitting me!" Hawks hollered as he hit the river below them first.

"Fuck that!" Dabi roared as he activated his quirk at the bottom of his feet to hover in the air. He was disoriented and queasy, swaying back and forth, trying to gain his balance, then Shigaraki body slammed into him from behind. "Oh, fuck-!" He grunted, getting the air knocked out of him as they both fell into the water.

Overhaul braced himself for impact, gritting his teeth and held his breath as his body hit the icy cold water. It shocked his system, but he pushed through it. He tucked his body and rolled, pushing himself upward and swam towards the surface, coughing and stuttering, huffing through his plague mask.

Hawks and Dabi resurfaced, gasping for breath.

The three looked at each other.

"Where the fuck is handfreak?" Dabi couched, blinking and trying to stay afloat. "I owe him a punch in his crusty assed face." He sneered.

"I thought he was with you?" Hawks said, his teeth chattering.

"No, shitstain hit me from behind." Dabi argued.

Overhaul glanced down at the water, groaning in frustration. "If he hasn't risen, then he doesn't know how to swim." He scowled underneath his mask. "Help me find him." The yakuza held his breath and drives back down.

"Don't tell me what to fuckin' do, crow bitch." Dabi grit his teeth and followed after Overhaul anyways.

"Ah man, today sucks." Hawks pouts, holding his breath and followed after the two villains.

They learned that Tomura Shigaraki indeed did not know how to swim.

---- End of Chapter 3 -----

World Building and flashback with a bang! XD I couldn't resist.

My poor babies.

Chapter 1: Ignorance is Bliss

Chapter 2: Unexpected Encounter

Chapter 4: New Game. Love Game, Start.

Chapter 5: Dance with Devils and a Red Winged Angel

Chapter 6: The Red String

Chapter 7: Fiction meets Reality

Chapter 8: Fives a crowd?

Chapter 9: Dinner with a yakuza, a birdman, a pyromaniac and decay man; what could happen?

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[autumnbell32]

After watching my favorite aunt pass away, I went to the store and bought some groceries. I hadn't been taking care of myself- hadn't been keeping up with chores around my apartment, didn't have anything to pack for work lunches, simply rolled out of bed and went through the motions without giving myself any type of support for this tiresome routine. It took me forever to get through the store that night. I was exhausted and malnourished from spending days at the hospital, from watching my aunt slip away from my grasp, from witnessing the toll it was taking on my mother. I almost cried in the middle of the canned soup aisle- my aunt loved that particular grocery store. I imagined her talking next to me, approving my selections. I bought myself a new body wash- some citrus-scented nonsense- and snacks for work. I had to take care of myself somehow.

"Sweet girl...take care of yourself," she said to me the day before she died. I told her I would, but we both knew that would be a challenge for me. The next night, following the day that she passed, I had a dream of her. She was still in her hospital bed, but sitting upright, with normal coloring and half of her white and grey hair pulled back into a spunky ponytail. She smiled and reached for my hand. I woke up smiling, wishing the dream was longer. But I knew that was her, that she had visited me.

Fast forward a few weeks. I wasn't grieving as heavily, but it would still intermittently hit me in waves that knocked all of the oxygen right out of my body. One night I found myself searching for her in my apartment- for notes from her that I had saved, cards. I looked in my closet and found a birthday card- on the inside she drew two very simple balloons, strings joined at the bottom. "Have dinner on me or buy yourself a nice tea!" she wrote at the top. She probably put a 20 in there for me. That night I fell asleep sobbing, holding the card to my chest, regretting and blaming myself and feeling ashamed. "I should haves" ran through my head mercilessly.

When I woke up a few hours later, something was blocking the light from the window- a shape sitting on the side of my bed. I blinked, expecting it to go away (I have experienced a few hynagogic hallucinations in my life). Upon opening my eyes it was still there- an outline of petite shoulders and hair pulled back sleekly and it looked at me steadily. It. It looked at me- because I don't think it was a person. It was a mimic, and in the middle of its face, where my aunt's mouth would be, was a gaping hole. I raised myself up on my elbows, squinted, blinked again. I wasn't scared, only curious. What are you?, I thought to myself. When I opened my eyes after the second blink, it was gone. My cat, who had fallen asleep next to me, never moved the entire time. One would expect a cat to be spooked by a supernatural visitor, right? I tend to operate late at night under the (possibly false) assumption that my cat functions as a totem in that way.

However, this being- this wasn't supernatural, hence why my cat wasn't frightened from her nest of blankets. This was grief- a very normal human experience- materialized. Through clutching the card to my chest and dry sobbing and beating my fists on the walls of my mind, I created what I saw that night, and it perched right on my bed and looked at me expectantly- "I'm here. Now what will you do?"

I sit here in the dark, typing this experience, risking summoning it again. And if it sits on the side of my bed tonight, once again questioning with it's empty eyes what I will do next, I'll blink and silently answer, "Nothing. There is nothing to be done. This must run its course. You can stay or you can go. But this must run its course."

[acorviart]

not to sound like a boomer, but I need some people to learn how to write emails in a semi-professional (at the very least) format so you're not cold emailing a business/potential employer/any other stranger about formal matters in the exact same way you'd DM a close friend on instagram

the formality/language can loosen up in the email chain once you've established a rapport and you match the other person if they're being less formal, but please don't have the very first email you send a stranger be written in all lowercase ultra-casual sms slang with no greeting or signature and a billion emojis

[eluminium]

Bro that Clock question was VILE. What are the CHANCES?!?!?! Imagine some new fun thing gets introduced to your world with a cute little robot avatar and the FIRST THING it does is ask the traitor you've just forgiven a question about your deepest mental scar that just happens to be related to betrayal AS WELL. AND THEN YOU'RE THE ONE WHO HAS TO STEP FORWARD AND ANSWER IT. BECAUSE YES. IT WAS YOUR CLOCK. SCAR GAVE BDUBS YOUR CLOCK TO CONVINCE HIM TO BETRAY YOU. IT WAS YOUR CLOCK.

IF GOD THE WATCHERS GIVES THEIR HARDEST BATTLES TO THEIR STRONGEST SOLDIERS THEN IMPULSESV MUST BE BUILT LIKE AN ENTIRE COMMERCIAL FREEZER.

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

i hate how sometimes people make out rachel to be this tragic heartbroken mess. WELL FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT

she was the one who dumped percy in the first place

and the scene after that she said "I don't have to tell you what you have to do now, right?" with the next scene being percy confessing to annabeth

she genuinely CHOSE to be the oracle, if she was really serious about percy she would have not have gone along with the whole thing without being a tiny bit sad about not dating percy

she flat out admitted percy was just a vehicle for her to be involved with the greek world

she is not august by taylor swift. she is not driver's license by olivia rodrigo. she did not care less about percy once he didn't reciprocate pls 😭

[foldingfittedsheets]

A basic human skill that people usually lock down around the age of three or four is impulse control. To conceptualize an action and it’s consequences before taking it. Maybe considering how that action affects other people. We then refine it through most of our childhood.

When I was a teenager my hold on this ability became… tenuous. I became a volatile and dangerous creature.

It’s probably not unique to me, but I had a perfect storm in terms of mental upsets. I had just mastered enough basic social skills, so I finally had a strong group of friends when my dad suddenly needed to move for work. Ripped away from my support network, blooming with hormones, I was dragged to Arizona. I was always a child of forests and mist and suddenly everything was hot, dry, and extremely pointy and aggressive.

Additionally to being abruptly transplanted I found myself an object of affection in a way I’d never been before. Lonely and desperate to make friends the only people who wanted to spend time with me had romantic designs. I just wanted to figure out my shit but I had a baby lesbian flirting with increasing aggression in art, a soft boy making heart eyes at me in biology, a senior nerd asking if I wanted to play Halo at his house and could he hold my hand?

Reader, I snapped. I didn’t want this romantic attention but I also didn’t want to be alone. My brain coped the only way it knew how, by simply cutting out decision making. Any action was the right action to take.

It started with the boy in biology. I’d stolen his pencil out of mischief and to my overwhelming fury instead of trying to steal it back he just softened his eyes and chucked me gently under my chin, a gesture so overtly sweet and romantic that I saw red.

I stabbed him with his own pencil.

I honestly and truly have no memory of it. It happened as fast as a snake striking and I was instantly filled with terrified remorse. Unfortunately that manifested as psychotic giggling.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t- I don’t know why- I’m so sorry!” I said, while hysterically laughing. I ended up having lodged some graphite in his palm and had to tweeze it out with my nails while apologizing furiously. (It’s very important to note here that he forgave me and we’re still friends)

That was weird, I thought. Why didn’t I think before I stabbed someone?

The next event was equally catastrophic, and I had even less reason to do it. In gym with two girls I was tentatively befriending, we were warming up running laps. I started racing one of them. At breakneck speed we were sprinting around the gym.

This time, there was a blip of thought before I fucked up. I should get the other girl! I have no idea why or what the plan was but I turned on a swivel and body checked the other girl. We both fell down in immense pain. I think that’s the moment I broke my tailbone. Her knees were horribly bruised and she looked at me in bewildered pain. “Why did you do that?!”

I had no idea. I apologized and helped her up, both of us hobbling like newborn horses, bruised and hurting.

By this time there’d been enough social upheavals that I was reduced to spending time with some girls I had nothing in common with and low key disliked. Sat at a table listening to this girl talk about how she wanted to be a stripper when she grew up I thought, You’d better put the cap on before you throw it.

I then chucked my empty water bottle directly at her face. It bounced off her forehead with a bop! that would have made a sound mixer weep at its perfection.

All eyes turned to me is startlement. I stared back at her, stunned by my own action, just as confused as everyone else at the table as to why I’d done that. One of the girls to my right said, “Were you trying to hit that fly?”

“Yes!” I lied, “I’m sorry, I thought I could hit the fly!”

Everyone laughed at my antics and I joined in rather than admit I had just chucked something at her for no reason.

Things did start to improve after that. I solidified a friendship with the girl I’d raced (who I developed a massive crush on and ten years later would go on to date). My outbursts turned more whimsical rather than aggressive. Like accosting a girl leaving the cafeteria to look deeply into her eyes and say with great compassion, “It’s going to be alright.”

My new friend and I snuck into the van that delivered our cafeterias baked goods and lay giggling in the back. When I’d impulsively hopped in she’d joined me and made it a game.

After a year in Arizona I broke down crying to my mother, an act of great desperation, and we ended up moving back home. My impulse control returned to normal teenage levels and life resumed in a happier state of mind.

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny laid across his throne, legs planted across the left arm of the ornate chair and back pressed uncomfortably against the right.

"Listen," Danny started, letting his head flop to the side as he glared at a hovering Observant. "This meeting has wasted enough of my time. You all have been arguing for hours and that's without Clockwork slowing things down."

"Your Majesty, this is a matter of great importance. Belial means to overthrow and rule my-our world!"

"I am distinctly aware aware of that," Ancients, Danny couldn't wait to go home and rid himself of the formal speech he'd had to adopt in order to be taken seriously. Well, as seriously as he cared to be taken when sprawled across his throne instead of sitting on it intimidatingly or something. He slowly placed his gaze on the suddenly still demon sitting across from him. "Yet you've proposed fifteen different plans that were all unviable for whatever reasons you've cooked up. Your conclusion is that I must step in. Does your world not have heroes to take care of it?"

The demon- another lord of hell from this Belial’s universe- fell silent.

“Ah. But if they do, they would also take care of you.”

“No- no, that’s not-”

Danny allowed his voice to drop to the artic freeze he knew his core was capable of. "I opened these these doors to allow all of you to present me with reasonable concerns regarding your own universes and realms. What is not on the table for discussion is your petty politics. Do you think I am unaware of your intentions in tattling to me? That I do not know you are trying to use me to further your own position?"

"Your Majesty, I-" The demon growled out, fear slowly coating its expression.

"It no longer amuses me. You think that I am young and easy to manipulate." Danny froze the demon to its chair. It tried to break free, but Danny isn't the High King of the Infinite Realms for nothing. "Bring to me a miserable problem like this ever again, one that could be easily solved if you used even a smidgen of your intelligence, and you will find exactly how I tore Pariah Dark from his throne."

Not that Danny knew how he did it either, he just did it.

"Yes, Your Majesty. My-my apologies."

The room is dead (Danny patted himself on the back for the pun) silent. Some of the Ancients looked bored, like Clockwork who knew Danny would never hurt them, but everyone else looked close to crying. He held eye contact with the demon until it looked away.

When Danny settled back into the throne and allowed his ice to dissipate, the room let out a collective sigh of relief.

"The next item on the agenda is another demon, by the name of Trigon." Clockwork announced, the large piece of paper comically huge next to his currently toddler-like body.

"Another?"

He flicked an amused look at the previous demon, who kept his trap firmly shut.

"He is attempting to take over multiple worlds in an attempt to conquer the universe. I had thought you would be interested in this one, Your Majesty, as he plans to begin with Earth 135."

Danny stilled. That was his Earth. His haunt.

"Does he know of the Realms?"

"Vaguely, I believe."

"Then he should know the rules. I will wait to see if my Earth's heroes are capable to step to the task."

Danny would be a hypocrite if he doesn’t let the heroes of his Earth try first, even if he is one of those heroes.

"Of course," Clockwork grinned at him, fully aware of the shit Danny's about to stir back home. Ah, the wonders of being able to influence the time stream. Perhaps the young Ghost King will finally get some friends, and maybe get those pesky speedsters to stop making his jobs so hard. Cujo yipped at Danny as the King begrudgingly moved onto the next topic.

——

Raven shuddered as she watched the footage of her "brothers" laughing while steering their human "meatbags" around. She turned back to the giant circle of donated blood and herb filled candles.

“This is a nuclear option, don’t you think?” Green Arrow mumbled, clearly not against it by the half hearted way he’d said it. The Star City billionaire nursed his cracked ribs.

“No,” she floated over to where Zatanna and Constantine kneeled, trying to see if they needed help with the inscriptions. “Trigon is coming soon, and my brothers will no doubt find their way here in a moment. We are out of time.”

“Yeah. Plus, we don’t want Raven to be turned into a portal.” Garfield piped up, switching animal forms rapidly.

“No one dies.” Red Robin muttered. His wrist computer was open, monitoring the surroundings of the open field they found themselves uneasily occupying. Batman grunted in affirmation, eyeing the tree line. Every hero except the magical ones were on look out, preparing themselves for one more battle against the two demons that were trying to take Raven and force her into becoming a portal.

“Hey guys, we might want to hurrythisupbecausethey’re kind of close!” Impulse slammed into the room.

“Done.” Zatanna got up, motioning for everyone to step back. In Superman’s case, he floated back.

“Too bad you won’t get to use it,” a voice drawled, dripping with malice and the screams of a thousand souls.

“Come now, little sister. Why fight fate? Be grateful father has deigned to spare you. If not for your dirty blood being useful, you would be dead, little sister. Give up, before our patience runs out alongside the lives of your little pets.” Another, mocking, voice gleefully rumbled.

Raven would rather gouge out her own heart than to claim these two as any type of family.

“You won’t touch them.” Raven snarled, powers rising even as the marks on her body burned a painful red.

“Buy us some time!”

With that, the group of beaten and battered heroes rose to clash against just two demons, for a chance to save their world.

——

The Circle crackled. Danny felt a tug on his core. He followed the thread of the summoning. Oh. It was his haunt. Earth 135. Hm. It tasted of blood. Desperation? A hint of anticipation. Oh, an overload of fear. Could use some more hope, but Danny understood that it was rather hard to season these kinds of summonings with hope.

“Stop.” Danny commanded, straightening in his chair.

“Sire, we have more-”

“There is an issue with my haunt,” with that, he followed the summons.

——

“Ugh,” was the first thing everybody on the frozen battlefield heard. The demons had smacked away many of the heroes, but they all turned as one when the circle lit up a bright green. “Why do you people always use blood? I’m dead, I don’t need any more iron!”

A boy

Raven’s eldest brother let out a hideous rumble. “You fools tried to summon the king, and you got a dead boy. And now, you’ve doomed another.”

Constantine looked resigned, and regretful. “I am so, so sorry,” he whispered. It was just a kid. John might be a lot of things, but even he found summoning dead kids for demons to devour was just a step too far. “Shite, we got the wrong fucking-”

“Hey, man, that’s rude,” the boy snapped back, waving John off.

“Brother, kill the whelp.”

“I vote on not killing the whelp. Not killing at all, really,” the boy stepped out of the massive blood circle, wrinkling his nose at the drying stains.

“This is not one of your pesky democracies, fool.”

In response, the demons lunged at him, ignoring the screams of the surrounding heroes as they shoved their human arms through the boy’s stomach.

“So,” the boy continues, “I heard your dad was after my haunt?”

“Your haunt, whelp? This earth shall be his! And through him, ours!” Raven slammed against the demons with her power, shadows enlarging and tossing them away from the unharmed… ghost boy?

“Is it?”

——

Wow, these demons are so rude. Normally, it’d be a breath of fresh air compared to the stuffy halls of his throne room. But since they’re attacking his haunt…

“Thanks. You’re… Raven, right?”

Raven nodded, arms outstretched in concentration as she held her brothers back.

“You have to go. We’re- we’re sorry you got pulled into this, but it’s not safe here.”

“Eh. It’s cool. You don’t have to do that anymore, by the way.” Danny stepped forward once more, green skin shifting and gliding as everything about him sharpened. He flew at the demons piloting the human shells, catching them around the necks and dragging the demons out of their stolen bodies. The threw them even further away as he floated in the air, a beacon of green and white. Raven thought it looked like hope.

“My name is Phantom, the High King of the Infinite Realms,” let it be known that Danny always had an eye for dramatic entrances. He shifted into something more off, more eldritch, more kingly. The crown flared to life above his head. “You have invaded my haunt. You have challenged me. What do you plead?”

“You’re not-” they said.

“Wrong answer,” Danny flew at them once more, body contorting into something undeniably terrorizing, his maw unhinging and crunching down on the demons with a sound that made the present heroes cringe.

“Ugh,” Danny grunted, turning back and floating peacefully to the group of heroes- Tucker and Sam would be so stoked he met Wonder Woman and Batman!- and chewed rapidly. He shifted back into his normal form. “Eating demons always leaves me with indigestion. And their bones get everywhere up in my teeth!” Danny pulled out a giant femur looking bone from his mouth, despite it not logically fitting in there.

“Right. No eating demons, solid life advice.” Red Robin said.

“Right? So, you’re Raven! It’s nice to meet you! Think you can summon your dear ol’ dad for me?”

“But we summoned you to stop Trigon, not help him come here.” Superman said, frowning.

“One! That summoning circle is wack. Those things you piled up as offerings? Mid. Also, if you thought you could control me with those terribly written spells, you’re dead wrong. And yes, I am making puns about death.” Danny jabs an aggressive finger towards the shabby circle.

“Have you considered that maybe not every being that can be summoned wants a shit ton of useless blood? Like what if I wanted food? And two, how am I supposed to beat up Trigon if he’s still stuck in the prison realm?”

“I have a cup of coffee,” Nightwing offered. “Kid Flash could probably get you food, right?”

“Yep, surethinganythingyouwantyourMajesty.”

“You wouldn’t catch me alive accepting food from a speedster. You people fuck up the timelines so much,” Danny grumbled, crunching on the last of Raven’s brothers. Raven thought she should probably sit down.

“But you’re dead.” Batman said, something about his voice catching the sharp attention of his protégés who all started making cutting motions at him.

“Fair,” Danny pointed at him, grinning. “I’ll take two pizza and Nightwing’s coffee as payment for taking care of your little demon overlord problem. Raven, summon your dad.”

——

Didn’t much like the characterization of this piece but it’s been in my drafts for a while and I needed it out

[lunarcrown]

Odd request here...

Jimpulse art

Plz

Yknow what? Hell yeah!!! Summer cuddle nap time plus BONUS: impulse pulls his claws out to give some truly stellar wing scratches, knocks Jimmy clean out 💤💤💤

Plus bonus mini drabble by @opalwhisker under the cut bc she was inspired by the sprit of jimpulse HAHA

It was a gloriously perfect day outside. Sunny and warm, but not too hot thanks to a nice cool breeze in the air... the perfect day for a nap in the shade, which exactly what Impulse and Jimmy were doing.

Impulse, Tango and Skizz had all planned a fun day filled with activities for when Jimmy was going to visit the Hermitcraft server, but things rarely ever go to plan and Tango and Skizz had to dip away for a moment to take care of a few things, leaving just Impulse to entertain Jimmy.

Impulse obviously knew Jimmy fairly well after all the life series they'd played in together, but he'd still never had much one-on-one interaction with him before, so his initial attempts at conversation were a little stilted and awkward. He liked Jimmy and thought he was pretty cool and fun to be around... and if he was being honest, Impulse might admit he had a bit of a man crush on the handsome blonde man.

Fortunately, despite Impulse's awkward attempts at conversation, they found themselves slipping into comfortable conversation fairly quickly. Jimmy's smiles and giggles directed right at him had Impulse feeling a little funny, almost as if he were a schoolgirl talking to her crush. But how could he not feel like that when someone as handsome as Jimmy was paying attention to him and no one else in that moment? It felt like they were the only two players on the server when Jimmy spoke to him like that.

"Say, Impulse...?" Jimmy started hesitantly, "I know you 'n Skizz 'n Tango planned out this whole day for when I visited but, uh, since we have a moment, d'y'think we could maybe just... lay on a blanket in some shade and take a nap? That last round of Hungry Hermits really wore me out." Jimmy smiled apologetically and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, looking expectantly at Impulse with those beautiful brown eyes.

"Oh, sure! Yeah, of course, Jimmy! That sounds like a great idea! Here, lemme grab a blanket for us..." Impulse reflexively took Jimmy's hand and led him over to the shade of the nearest tree, rummaging through his ender chest before pulling out a large blanket and laying it on the grass. He put away the ender chest and knelt on the blanket, patting the ground next to him to invite Jimmy to lay down, which the avian happily did, flopping back onto the blanket with a relieved sigh.

"Ohhhh yeah, that's the stuff...." Jimmy heaved a big sigh and closed his eyes, leaving Impulse to fidget a bit by himself, unsure if he should lay down next to Jimmy or just stay as he was.

"...Well? Are you gonna lay down or what?" Jimmy cracked one eye open to look at Impulse, "You were gonna take a nap with me, right?"

"Oh!" Impulse felt his face flush at Jimmy's words, "I uh, wasn't sure if that's what you meant, or--"

"'Course its what I meant! Now get your butt over here, its absolutely perfect nap weather." Jimmy smiled so warmly at him, Impulse couldn't refuse his request, sliding down to lay next to Jimmy on the blanket, close but still a respectful distance between them. Jimmy seemed unhappy about this.

"Do I stink or something? I thought we were going to take a nap _together._" Jimmy pouted, "What's a nap without a bit of cuddling?"

"Well, I guess you're right... naps are better when youre cuddling!" Impulse giggled, trying to mask how flustered he felt that Jimmy expressed a desire to cuddle with _him._

"Of course they are, now get over 'ere!" Jimmy motioned Impulse closer, and the demon hybrid scooted closer until Jimmy could nestle into Impulse's side, resting his head on Impulse's shoulder while Impulse wrapped his arm around Jimmy's body, his hand resting in the bright yellow feathers of Jimmy's wings.

Impulse hoped Jimmy wouldn't be able to hear how hard his heart was beating in his chest at their proximity. Jimmy was so close Impulse could smell the scent of his shampoo in his hair and feel Jimmy's breath tickle his collarbone.

"Ohhh yes this is nice~" Jimmy sighed, practically melting in Impulse's arms, "I always wondered if cuddling with you felt as good as it looks and now I can say that it's even better~"

Impulse was too stunned at the compliment to respond, his cheeks flushing even hotter at the compliment. He was sure Jimmy had to be hearing his heart pounding against his ribcage at this point and must just be teasing him to hear it flutter some more.

"The only thing that could make this better is... y'know, if you wanted to, maybe run your fingers through my feathers? It always feels so nice and relaxing when someone does that...." Jimmy peeked up at Impulse with those cute brown eyes and there was no way Impulse could resist.

"If--" Impulse cleared his throat when the first word came out more high pitched with nerves than he'd wanted it to, "If you want, yeah I-- I can do that..."

The effect was almost instant as soon as Impulse began to card his fingers through Jimmy's soft, golden feathers. The avian hybrid shivered and sighed, melting against Impulse even more, closing his eyes and seeming lost in the calming sensation. His breathing slowed and for a moment Impulse thought he'd fallen asleep and stopped running his fingers through Jimmy's feathers, eliciting a breathless, pleading whine from Jimmy that gave Impulse pleasant goosebumps.

"Noooo please don't stop.... it felt so nice...." Jimmy pouted. "I haven't had someone run their fingers through my feathers like this since the last time Tango did it... oh his claws felt so nice running through them..." Jimmy sighed, lost in his reminiscing for a moment before remembering who he was cuddling with, "Oh! I mean. You're doing a great job too, Impulse! Tango's just got those claws that run through my feathers differently..."

"I mean... if you like it, I could use my claw for you, too." Impulse offered shyly, trying not to blush. What was he doing? He liked Jimmy, but he wasn't close enough with him to know how he might feel about Impulse relaxing more of his glamor around him. Normally Impulse wouldn't even consider something like that until he was more confident that whoever it was wouldn't get scared of him afterwards. There was just something about Jimmy... Impulse wanted to do everything he could to make him happy.

"You... have claws?" Jimmy glanced between Impulse's face and free hand with a bit of confusion, "I didnt know you had claws, Impulse."

"O-oh, um, yeah... usually i keep them hidden with magic, I've found that people are less scared when I hide them.... _Anyways-_" Impulse cut Jimmy off just as he was opening his mouth to respond to Impulse's comment, "I can undo the magic that keeps them hidden if you want..." Jimmy frowned for a moment, noticing Impulse's evasion of the topic, but choosing not to press further.

"If that's okay with you.... yes, please that sounds so nice!" Jimmy smiled so cutely at him Impulse felt his heart jump into his throat for a moment.

"Okay then, then, just close your eyes and I'll-"

"Actually... could I... see? Your claws I mean. If its okay with you!" Jimmy nibbled his lower lip a bit anxiously, "I promise I won't be scared or anything!" He hastily reassured Impulse.

"Well..." Impulse hesitated for a moment. He wasn't sure if he should let Jimmy see, but the avian puppy dog eyes won him over in the end. "Sure, if you want to see, that's fine."

Impulse smiled and Jimmy beamed back at him, his face alight with excitement as he cuddled even closer, resting his head against Impulse's chest and twining their legs together.

Impulse lifted his hand up for Jimmy to see as he slowly undid the glamor that hid his claws, the illusion melting away to reveal his claws and scaled hand, the tough, scaly skin running up his entire forearm.

_"Oh. My. Gosh!!"_ Jimmy squealed, "That is so cool!! Impulse, your claws are so pretty!"

Impulse could feel himself blushing ten times hotter at Jimmy's compliments, his heart racing again at the genuine expression of appreciation and Jimmy's proximity. Evn Impulse couldn't keep his tail from instinctively curling around their legs possessively, his tail tip flicking back and forth in a pleased motion as Jimmy grabbed Impulse's hand to examine his claws and scales up close.

With this perfect weather, cuddled up to someone who makes his heart flutter and is actually admiring a part of himself Impulse usually hid from the world... it was completely perfect. Impulse wished they could stay like that forever in the comfort of each other, but knowing that it wouldn't be forever only made that intimate moment something he savored even more in the moment.

[mxmarsbars]

he never wanted to move.

maybe he would’ve been better off secluded on that island, away from all the chaos. he told them it was safer that way. but he agreed to move because he wanted to be good for his team, make friends, be social. he wanted to be better. and it got him killed.

[quicksilversnails]

Took some notes from the Wild Life retrospective episode of the Imp & Skizz podcast featuring Grian because I thought the behind the scenes info was really interesting!

(3:15) The wild cards were all kept totally secret from the players (apart from Grian), with the exception of the superpowers and finale (as they required the players to set keybinds)

(3:45) The players were given files containing the required mods each week, which were named things like "creeper rain" to throw them off

(4:12) Wild cards were a combination of data packs and mods

(4:38) Grian told them not to read the folder name to avoid spoilers (which is kind of impossible), so everyone fully believed there would be creeper rain lol. Grian was saying it in jest but everyone took it seriously and were apologetic about having seen it, to which Grian told them not to worry

(6:58) Grian originally contacted a data pack dev called Brace for help with programming the wild cards. Some, like the shrinking/growing could be achieved with minecraft attributes, but the snails were too janky and unusable. Grian still liked the idea though, so he reached out to mod developers Henkelmax and Breadloaf, who designed the pathfinding/behaviour from scratch

(8:49) They had a debugging mode used to test the pathfinding of the snails, shown in the podcast and in Grian's credits

(10:09) Grian wants most of the credit to go to the development team and artists, as he was mostly in charge of ideas & organization!

(10:39) Grian's only regret with the snails was that they were too fast in session 3, leading to unexpectedly many deaths. They were apparently not so difficult to get away from during testing, but perhaps the testers were more used to them than the players were

(11:44) Grian: "We did develop to the lowest common denominator" ie. prioritizing how players would struggle over how worrying about if players would do too well

(12:56) Oli's voice for the snails was iconic. It cost Impulse a life because he intentionally stayed closer to it to hear the voice lol

(13:42) Danny was in charge of the snail models and animations

(14:11) During testing, the snails just sounded like Oli, which made it feel weird. They pitched up his voice so that it'd be less immediately recognizable

(15:18) The snails' jumping attack was meant to be clearly telegraphed: they would stop, wiggle, make a "ooeee" sound before jumping. Many players had their friendly creatures volume turned very low/off (as cows and other mobs are loud), which made this attack much less obvious for them

(16:57) The growing/shrinking had the least testing done for it, as it was the simplest conceptually and to program. This meant that the falling off of blocks due to the shrinking hitboxes wasn't anticipated

(17:55) Before the 1st session, Grian told them that he didn't think anyone would die to the wild card. Pearl's death made Grian pretty nervous, as he didn't want everyone dying too early in the season

(19:29) 6 lives were given, knowing that many of the death to the wild cards were unexpected/unfair. The intent was for ~3 lives to be allocated for wild cards, and ~3 for PvP.

(21:13) The developers were all fans of the Life Series!

(22:43) The shrinking/growing was intentionally pretty simple to ease players/viewers into the concept and build up toward more dramatic wild cards like the snails

(25:38) In the hunger episode, Grian didn't know which foods would be good

(25:58) Grian thinks that "it's unfair that Grian already knows everything" is valid criticism, but that it's important for him to be involved with the ideas. Having someone else do that is like having someone else record his videos: Life Series is his brainchild

(26:35) Well before the season began, while they were still developing the concept, Grian asked the other players for wild card ideas that would meet a few criteria. All of them ended up being unused for one reason or another. Impulse thinks his ideas were very "inside the box" because he was viewing things through what was possible in vanilla Minecraft. His idea was to have a scavenger hunt where the players would search to find a relic. The first person to find it would get a buff. Skizz's idea was for every player to turn into a random passive mob for every given interval of time. They would have to find every other player of the same mob type as them or else the whole group loses a life.

(29:44) The food qualities were weighted by the rarity of the item, so very common blocks like dirt and cobblestone would never give anything good. The other items were randomly selected

(30:23) Regular blocks/items cannot be made edible normally, so they had to circumvent that and custom code a fix for items not stacking correctly

(32:41) While a lot of players do want to win, the main priority is creating entertainment, which prioritizes playing recklessly

(33:20) The food wild card wasn't included in the finale because it would've felt like "too much". There was a higher risk of technical issues since it changed the data values of items, and Grian didn't want someone's last death to be because they ate their sword. In his mind, it was a good and fun wild card, but didn't need to be repeated in the finale. Impulse points out that they all would have collected more rare items by that point, removing the incentive to search for blocks to eat

(33:46) The wild cards in the finale were nerfed from their original sessions. The shrinking/growing had a smaller height range, the snails moved slower, etc.

(36:21) The personalized snail skins were a late addition by Danny, who made 18 skins very quickly

(36:49) Grian did not anticipate the snails becoming as popular with fans as they were. After the session released, they had the idea to release the snail merchandise, which directly funded the rest of the season

(39:20) Grian spent what "felt like every day" testing with the developers. They'd record the sessions on Tuesdays, meet up with the dev team, talk about what need to be done, testing, bugs, etc, edit and upload on Saturday, and would get a few days grace before starting again

(40:01) After the snail session, Grian was worried that the season would be very short due to all the deaths. They were considering toning down the later wild cards but ultimately didn't change them too much

(40:36) The time wild card was carefully balanced. If it had gone even a little faster, many players likely would have died because they wouldn't have time to react to threats like baby zombies or creepers.

(40:57) While sessions normally run for a variable amount of time, session 4 was hardcoded at 2 hours. Grian ended the session ~10 minutes early, just after they hit max speed, because he felt like things were getting dicey

(42:46) When the wild card first activates, it looks a lot like the server had frozen or crashed. Grian told the players before the session started that it would look like the game was broken, but that it isn't broken. Skizz tabbed out anyway and missed the beginning 😔

(43:30) Having the rain start just as the wild card began was a good visual indicator of time slowing down. This was a suggestion from the dev team (probably Brace)

(44:41) Impulse and Grian "cheesed" the end of the session by going branch mining. Grian wanted players to take advantage of the wild cards (eg. mining quickly, helping to kill someone), and not have them just be an annoyance.

(45:30) Keeping the client and server-side time stay in sync was challenging. The sky's motion was changed to be smoother on client-side. The players were also not as fast as the server (around 2x faster), the server was going faster than that, and the time of day was even faster

(46:56) The sounds were pitched up/down based on the speed to add to the effect

(27:46) In testing, if the players were made 7x faster, it would be basically unplayable, which was why it was capped at 2x speed. This made mobs very dangerous, as they were now faster than players and could catch up to you and kill you easily

(49:01) On several occasions, they had to extend the fuse duration of creepers to make them more fair. In the time session, their speed was only increased by ~10%

(49:39) Usually, Grian was the one to test the wild cards and notice when things like creeper speed would be an issue, since he was the one with experience making videos

(50:50) A challenge with balancing wild cards is accounting for the playstyles of so many players: reckless players like Scar and Skizz, "kind and gentle" players like Bigb who would stay off to the sides, and "the sweat squad" (Scott, Impulse) who play very cautiously

(52:48) Trivia Bot was the only wild card that was not planned in advance. Grian was struggling to come up with a wild card for that episode, and wanted to have a wild card available that could give people lives in case many people died to early wild cards without it feeling cheap.

(53:33) Trivia seemed a little boring on its face, so presentation was essential

(54:34) This one made Grian the most stressed due to all the moving parts involved in making it (coding and pathfinding mostly by Henkelmax, visuals by Hoffen, audio/music, questions)

(55:08) Trivia Bot's design was based on Grumbot and Mettaton from Undertale. Hoffen drew concept art shown in the video

(58:32) They show Trivia Bot's custom animation for becoming a snail and it's really cool

(59:12) The music was the most stressful part of the project. Grian spent 2-3 days looking through Epidemic Sounds for a Trivia Bot theme song and couldn't find anything good. He commissioned Zera @hopepetal for a theme song, which is played in the podcast. However, Grian realized he needed a full audio package, so he commissioned Oli late in development, who created the final soundtrack and many audio variations

(1:01:38) Grian wants to send appreciation for everyone who worked on the project, even if their work ultimately went unused

(1:02:58) Skizz was happy to give back however he could by staying on standby in the final episode as a zombie, as the players were able to "reap all the benefits" of the hard work of the development team

(1:05:21) Grian didn't know any of the trivia questions beforehand, which were done by fans of the series. The goal was for ~50% of the questions to be answered correctly, which was approximately met

(1:07:11) Players couldn't get questions about themselves because it would be too easy. This would encourage players to leave their bot, allowing other players to mess with them

(1:07:57) Grian felt a little left out from the discovery element of the wild cards, and decided to mess with Scar by hiding his bot. He wasn't expecting Scar to die from it, and could tell that he was genuinely a little upset by it. Grian felt bad about it, which led to a genuine in-game alliance between them

(1:12:32) Grian was very close to letting Trivia Bot give lives as rewards, but decided it would feel too cheap

(1:14:38) Mob swap was slightly toned down, with more camels and sniffers spawning

(1:15:07) Evokers didn't drop totems anymore. Instead, there was a minuscule chance a warden or wither would spawn, which would drop a totem if killed. Grian was a little disappointed that the warden got cheesed in the end

(1:17:45) Having the mobs start passive and turn hostile was mostly for the presentation, building anticipation, and so players could predict where mobs would spawn and react accordingly, making things feel less unfair

(1:20:32) There was no superpower made for Skizz (or Mumbo presumably)

(1:20:38) The superpowers were another late addition. There was a large design doc where Grian created all the powers, which were handed over to Henkelmax and completed over 4 days

(1:21:42) Grian avoided superpowers involving strength, that could cause someone to die easily. Most of the powers were social or movement-based, which couldn't be used for offence as easily

(1:22:25) Some powers were randomly assigned, others weren't. Impulse's was random. Cleo's, Bigb's, Lizzie's, Grian's were assigned.

(1:24:25) Grian gave himself the mimic because it could easily backfire (like in Grian's fall damage death), and because it would've been confusing for a player who wasn't aware of the other powers. They likely would've spent the episode just figuring out how everything worked and not actually using the power to its best ability

Lots of discussion about the superpowers and how they interacted in the episode itself, go watch if you're interested :)

(1:33:38) Talk on how the series "standard" rules evolved since 3rd Life. There was no keep inventory, and no restrictions on enchanting levels or potions, which created slow or unbalanced fights

(1:36:23) 3rd Life was designed to be an experimental series, which made Grian eager to improve it. For example, some people just weren't dying in 3L, leading to the boogeyman in LL, and so on

(1:37:17) The goal with the seasons isn't to one-up the previous one, but to create a different experience every time, which keeps things engaging for the creators

(1:38:31) At the end of each session, Grian would ask the group if they had fun and how they felt about the wild cards. According the Skizz, the answer was "a resounding yes"

(1:39:08) Grian had moments throughout the season where he personally felt like things didn't go well for him, and was anxious for the rest of the group's episodes. Things worked out while editing the raw footage, though. His issues were never with the wild cards themselves, but his own actions (traps not working, spending too long branch mining), but would always find funny moments in his footage

(1:43:41) Everyone in the Life Series cast genuinely likes and genuinely respects everybody else in the group. This allows them to make the show and get mad at each other, because they know it's all just in-character

(1:44:50) It'd be hard to top Wild Life in spectacle, and Grian doesn't want to start an arms race with himself. The next season could potentially be closer to 3rd Life, but Grian's not sure yet. For Grian, Wild Life was the most enjoyable

(1:45:20) Grian: "As long as people keep enjoying [the Life Series] then I'd love to keep doing it"

(1:49:35) With the finale, Grian knew how the wild cards played out the previous sessions and was able to adjust them

(1:49:56) Grian's goal was to create safe chaos where everyone knew what was happening and wouldn't die to them, which didn't go entirely to plan. The snails were 60% of their original speed and people still died

(1:51:03) Grian made a precise timeline of when each wild card would start/stop, it wasn't randomized.

(1:54:16) All the superpowers were randomized, with Bdubs' power being removed from circulation because it didn't have much use in a finale setting

(1:56:10) It was important for Grian that in the final moments, the wild cards were removed, so there were no interruptions. The timing worked out well because there were a few people left and it ended within ~10 minutes (this implies that the change wasn't based on # of players alive, as people had speculated based on Gem's death)

(1:58:48) The players all randomly switched to zombie skins throughout the session to mess with people on NameMC. Well-played :)

[forlix]

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・572 / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・felix x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲(𝘀)・fluff, established relationship, lots of kisses hehe, slightly suggestive

“See you tonight, angel,” Felix says, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. It’s chaste, short, familiar; your favorite form of farewell, exchanged inevitably before you part ways, even for only a few hours.

But this time, Felix doesn’t pull away afterwards, instead remaining so close to you that the tip of his nose is almost brushing yours, and there’s an ineffable glint in his eyes when he speaks again. (You should’ve known you were in danger.)

“Hang on,” he murmurs, his voice low and sweet, and then he leans in again.

When he presses his lips to yours the second time, he moves with an intensity that you aren’t prepared for. You feel his fingers slide over the nape of your neck and tangle gently in your hair; your head tilts backwards from the weight of his kiss, his tongue feather-light against the seam of your lips, his mouth laving over yours as tenderly as if he’s trying to drink you, savor you. Dimly, you feel your waist bump against the kitchen counter, and Felix doesn’t even think when he moves a hand protectively to the small of your back, returning you to your rightful place against his chest.

You are breathless and lightheaded when your boyfriend breaks the kiss, his lips flushed and hair messy, looking like a walking dream.

“S'that a new lip balm flavor?” He asks.

Bastard.

You collect yourself just enough to give him an answer, but it sounds more like a blissful sigh than a spoken response: “Strawberry.”

The smile that crosses Felix’s face is mostly bashful, but you don’t miss the self-satisfied huff of laughter that comes with it.

“I like it,” he hums. “A lot.”

And he kisses you one more time, and then another.

He ends up being late to practice that day, his rushed apologies to Minho falling out of strawberry-tinted lips.

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[isabeauwolf]

Reader x Merman Law

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Part 1 - Songstress and The Doctor

You weren't sure why.

You always loved the sea.

The turquoise waves, swaying back and forth when it's calm and peaceful. Or the harsh rolling and stormy, depths that appeared endless and ancient.

Perhaps you were too much of a dreamer? You swear, it felt as if the sea was calling you.

Something was waiting for you.

Luckily, your friends understood for the most part. No one in your hometown understood. Yes, they agreed that the ocean was beautiful, harsh and could be unforgiving, its own wonderous beauty and dangerously deadly.

You still loved the ocean all the same.

After every time, The Thousand Sunny docked in a new island or port either to explore, restock supplies or stretch your sea legs. Everyone sorted it as an odd quirk of yours, which you didn't mind. Sometimes, Sanji could go with you as an escort and bodyguard. It was funny how many times Zoro would get lost and somehow end up finding you. You'd laugh or smirk at his red, flustered expression on the swordsman's face.

You enjoyed their companionship, their company.

It became your early morning ritual to stand by the shoreline, every early dawn, dusk or twilight you'd immediately go where the land meets the sea.

However, if you were being honest. Your absolute favorite time to come was during the full moon, when the moon was at its highest, the stars were shining bright and full like glittering jewels in the sky.

You closed your eyes, swaying and moving as you hummed to yourself, then your tone grew gradually higher, yet still soft and gentle. "We used to walk all through the night. Looking for something we could never find." You didn't care that you were barefoot, the sand sticking to your feet as your twirled, "Now I alone sit in the deep and talk to ghosts I can't see." Preforming your own kagura dance for yourself, the ocean and the moon. "I hear the wind call my name. Oh, where can I find the trace," your clothes moved with you, twirling this way and that, following your movement as you raised your hand above your head to spin a tad bit faster. "Cruel moon, I cry for you to bring him back to my place."

Being near the sea always made you happy, you couldn't explain it. This undeniable pull, fleeting happiness, then the desire to dance and sing. Which you did whenever you were sad or happy. It gave you comfort, calmed you and soothed your soul.

You were so lost in your song and moonlit dance that you didn't notice the audience peaking at you from behind one of the rocks.

Bright, smoldering stormy silvers filled with interest and intelligence. Thought your voice was beautiful and bewitching as you swayed and danced by yourself on dry land on your two legs, you humans had. Your feet were covered in sand, and you didn't care. Other human females whined whenever their feet or shoes got dirty by the sand, which grated his sensitive ears. An annoyance yet he put up with them whenever had to, he was a doctor, after all.

Law came out here to get some peace and quiet, enjoying the sound of the waves, thoughts drifting back to home in the North Blue, underneath the icy waters. He wanted to relax and swim to his hearts content when he heard someone approaching, he hid behind one of the big rocks. He's stuck. He could slip away, but something stops him.

You.

Here you were singing without a care in the world.

Unaware that you were being watched, or you ignored him.

The merman was enthralled, admiring you to his hearts content, knew it was immoral and rude. He couldn't glance away no matter how hard he tried, nor did he truly want to. His intense and observant gaze followed your every movement, every feminine curve from the hypnotizing sway of your hips or your glorious handfuls of bouncing, swells of your clothed chest.

"I used to feel magic in the night." You swayed and twirled once more, your hair flying and revealing your face and facing in his direction.

Shit, shit, shit! Law freezes as his heart completely stilled, fearing and inwardly panicking that he'd been caught, his heavy-lidded eyes widened a fraction. He hid himself further behind the giant rock, his hand tightened against the rocks surface. He knew it was selfish, but he wanted to continue watching you sing and dance just a moment longer.

Much to his silent delight your eyes were closed. Then it made him wonder what color were they? Brown? Blue? Green? What color of gems did you have hidden underneath your eyelids and long lashes?

He studied the rest of your figure as you remained standing still, moving from side to side, being led by an invisible lover or dance partner in your head. "Gazing at your eyes to find there the light." Your movements became more sensual, passionate and intimate; graceful, practiced and fluid. You opened your pretty, painted and kissable looking mouth, sang some more. "Now left alone out in the cold hearing the goodbye you told."

The longer the merman stared, the more spellbound he had become and felt his usual calm heartbeat thunder hard in his chest. Were you a secret siren or silky? A halfling between a mermaid and a human?

No. You didn't have any of the prominent or subtle traits along the other seafolk.

He decided that you were a normal human.

A very pretty human woman.

This need to talk to you. His overly curious nature got the better of him, he wanted to get to know you hit him like a truck. Yet his nerves were twisted hard in his gut, if he went out now, you'd discover that he had been peeping in on you and would think he was a creep or a pervert.

Law decided to play it safe and remain hidden to finish observing your dancing and hearing your singing from afar until you were finished. He noticed your bright smile, it made his calming heart and control waver, the organ within his chest skipped a beat, Law was completely mesmerized, entranced when he saw your beautiful and bewitching gems underneath the moonlight.

No, you weren't a siren, a silky, even better, you were a nymph or the moon goddess herself. Hearing his own heartbeat thunder hard in his ears, swallowed thickly, his adam's apple bobbling and the merman felt his face flush. Law no doubt, knew he had a stripe of a blush adoring his heated cheeks.

He felt an intense twinge of desire flooding his senses and pool within his gut, goosebumps prickling across the upper half of his body, causing him to shiver and silently hold in his shuddering gasp and a throaty groan.

This. This cannot be?

You were his other half.

His destined one.

His fated female.

Law had finally found what he'd been searching for since he began his journey searching The Grandline.

You.

Law heard footsteps approaching, a group of people drunkenly making their way towards you. His senses on high alert, his stormy silvers narrowed. Were they friends of yours or a threat? His body tensed, muscles bunching and straining, his inner instincts already showing itself. Harm his female and anybody who dared would soon regret it and learn why he's feared and known as "The Surgeon of Death." Teeth and nails sharpening, his silver iris' flickering into liquid gold, the whites of his eyes, flooding black. Lips curling into a snarl as he lowered himself deeper into the ocean, waiting.

"Hey, Y/n! Are you singing all by your lonesome again?" A man's voice called; it was high pitched. He was wearing a straw hat, had a bright and innocent looking smile. "C'mon! You're missing the party!" He had a scar underneath his eye and on his chest, it appeared to be knife wound and a burn scar in the shape of an x on his chest.

StrawHat Luffy.

"Y/n, Sanji made your favorite cheesecake fruit salad for dessert!" Another man yelled, snickering with a cocky grin and wearing an orange cowboy hat, freckles adoring his cheeks. "Better come and get some before Luffy eats it all with you!"

You turn towards them, smiling turning into a frustrated pout. "Oh, you better not!" You fired back, picking up your dress and sprinting towards them. "I'll kick your rubber ass, Luffy!"

Fire Fist Ace.

A third man appeared, laughing. A blonde, donning a blue top hat on his head, goggles and a metal pile strapped to his back, sporting a burn scar over his eye. "Hey look, it's our sea otter. There she is!" He teased, Luffy and Ace cackling along.

The Dragon Sabo.

You reached the top of the high sandy dunes and grass, further away from Law. Of course, you weren't alone. What's worse is you had three male companions with you. He recognized all three of those human men, each powerful in their own right. Luffy, a follow Supernova and Member of The Worst Generation of Pirates, same as Law himself.

Ace and Sabo were from the previous Generation, it was concerning that all three were involved with you, but no matter.

He felt a warning and possessive growl trying to escape his chest. Mine, he whispered to himself darkly.

Law will win your heart.

He watched you four walk away, keeping his gaze on your retreating figure. Law's jaw grinded hard, his hands tightened at his side. He raised his right, inked hand and placed his palm onto the rock as he tried to calm his breathing, he needed a level head to think. His instincts demanded him to drag you away from those men, pull you into is arms and drag you into the nest he had been preparing for months. He didn't know why he'd settled for his location compared to others, it felt right.

No, he couldn't do that. He'd be no better than King Doflamingo. The giant merman who delighted in growing his harem of any female or male he desired, willingly or no. Mermaids, water nymphs, humans, silky, he didn't care, if he got his hands on them, they were his. His mates and property, for his pleasure and carrying his offspring.

Law, maybe a pirate merman, but he was better than that.

Taking a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling, huffing a breath through his nose as he glared at the direction you had wandered off to. He panted, the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins; his body and eyes returning to normal. "Dammit, now of all times." He muttered to himself; it was close to mating season for the merfolk. Hand clenched, the rock cracking as he released a small amount of Haki, a small crater formed as the rock took damage and chunks broke and crumbled. "Double dammit." He hissed, driving down into the water and towards his home, your shared nest. "Need to think. Need to plan." Law shook his head, swimming faster away from you, despite every muscle in his body aching to go back towards your call.

He remembered the lyrics to your song. "Cruel Moon, indeed." He chuckled to himself, lips quirking into a smug smirk. Law may not have talked to you today, but now, he knew your name. "Y/n, my moonlight lady."

----- End of Part 1 -----

Part 2: Warning

Part 3: Nest

Part 4: Rest

Part 5: The Heart Pirates

Part 6: Doctors Orders

Part 7: Duty and Heart

Want more Law?

Law x Pregnant reader Law x Plus Size Nurse reader

This was a huge impulse write and let's face it we need more Merman Law. Yes, I'm back with the fated mate's trope, again. XD What can I say? I love it! It ain't stopping!

Gimme your thoughts, if you love my other Law fanfics.

Song I listened to while writing: "Cruel Moon" by Arca - Moonlight Lady ED, "Come to me" (Instrumental) from Fright Night

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[holybats]

is "impulsepoint" dumb? yes. will I support Bart in whatever he may do? yes.

[ghostbsuter]

Honestly, when bart came back to the past for his mission, he didn't expect to see one of his friends he left behind.

So excuse him for standing still and gaping like an idiot at the clearly looking teenager on his phone.

"Danny?!"

At the call, the stranger– his bestie— looked up.

"Bart!"

It is his friend.

The same black haired, too blue eyed teen with baby fat clinging to his cheeks, the same way his hair appears white and eyes green when unfocused and not paying attention.

Holy shit.

"How are you in the 21st century?!?!"

The boy merely blinks, looks down on his phone, and then looks up again.

"I should be asking you that! How are you here??"

"Timetravel duh! What's your excuse?!"

"I'm immortal???"

(It's similar to the spiderman meme, truly.)

(Bart is slightly glad none of his teammates or mentor or family members are here.)

—

It became somewhat of a game for them.

Everytime the speedster appeared in a different year, hell even universe for the kicks, the first thing he does is search for Danny.

(The teen is there, each time.)

And every time he succeeded, Danny helps him with the problem, or slightly nudges him to the path really.

(Each time bart worries less for the time stream and disturbances, his friend seems to be outside of it to truly bring harm.)

(And if he meets Clockwork along the way, that's a secret between them. And the part where he gets hired for the similar stuff danny gets sent to the past.)

(For them it's a casual Wednesday. So what if they just saved an entire planet? Its nothing big!)

—

Bart should have thought more over the decision to help the literal being of time itself.

Considering he is currently seated on a chair, Barry, Wally and dozen of other heroes (including his team standing behind him in an effort to show their support.) With demands of an explanation.

Damn it danny, why did you let those in the 13th century paint a portrait of them!!!

And the apparent ancient Egyptian art of them too?? In a museum??

What the hell danny!!! Way to throw him under the bus!!

[taddymason]

Face to Face

[plutonicbees]

we talk about "yj killed santa!" "yj watched santa die!" "yj let santa get exploded by an evil meteor!"

but we need to further discuss the fact that they then took it upon themselves to deliver all of santa's presents---and they weren't even able to finish until march

so, how do you think they went about it?

I imagine they really tried their hardest until the new year (or the end of somebody's winter break), at which point it just became a kind of chore list between school and missions and shit

there were probably spreadsheets and schedules to get it done asap but the thing about having to do all that on top of being a superhero and a teenager---is that a schedule would mean absolutely nothing; procrastination. world ending shit. weird ass super shit. the general maladies of being teen aged.

in my mind, they tried doing team deliveries via the super-cycle before realizing that they should really just split up, at which point the brunt of it fell to bart, kon, and cassie. cue cartoon image of bart running with a comically large backpack. but tim or cissie could take the super-cycle and carry larger deliveries and greta likes to tag along on those rides.

also, having to leave the house to do all that?? max would absolutely think bart is fucking with him and trying to get out of doing his schoolwork. helena would just sit down like. nobody told me having a superhero daughter would involve the aftermath of santa's fiery death. what did I do to deserve this. I can't even imagine this being a lie because it would be the most insane lie ever. I don't even care if you're just trying to go out with your friends because what was that story. and then there's tim on a faraway mission with dick or bruce just going "hey I need to make a delivery, dw abt it ahaha" and then fucking off to do his santa shit. absolutely does not bring it up.

do you think cissie was still on the team by the end of those 3-ish months? did they hold her to being a santa helper even when she left?

consider the implications !!!!