#(and more attacks and some teleporting and all that of course)

[kur0m1sblog]

If you are okay with writing this, do you think you can write a Miguel x F!Reader (whose a Spider) oneshot where Miguel finds out the reader is pregnant due to his hearing, and the reader reveals she kept it a secret because she didn’t know how to tell him.

Not Meant To Hear Yet.

summary: Miguel had came back from a meeting with the spider-society and overheard you panicking in you’re shared bathroom. He continued to overheard something he wasn’t meant to hear yet…

characters: Miguel O’Hara. Jessica Drew.

warnings: crying. reader having a panic attack. angst. implied smut. little love confession.

genre: angst. romance. fluff.

reader: fem! spider-woman! reader

REQUEST ARE OPEN!

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This was not what you wanted to happen, you didn’t want a to have a child this young. You were 24, your boyfriend of 4 years, 27. And a couple months ago, you’d found out you were pregnant. At first you didn’t believe it, until all the test you took all came back positive. You didn’t want this, well you did want a child, just not this early..

And how were you going to tell Miguel this, you were sure he wouldn’t take the news good. You’d thought at the time you were for sure on the birth control..

He was at a ‘meeting’ with some members from the spider-society while you decided on staying home. After he left you did your normal routine, house chores, out chores. Miguel always insisted that you didn’t have to do that whenever you stayed home, he didn’t want you to be worked up and more tired then you normally should.

After your ‘chores’, you rush to your shared bedroom that was up the stairs. Dialing your phone, you call Jessica. She answers in a calm tone, while you answer in a worried tone. “Hey are you okay? What is it you need help with? You seem worried..” She said, a version of her showing up infront of you, she was on her motorcycle on a street in her universe.

You clack your nail repeatedly on the counter repeatedly, deciding to tell her what happened once she’d stop at a light. “Okay don’t get to excited or anything since your riding your motorcycle, but.. I’m pregnant..” You say waiting for her response and reaction.

As Jessica sat at the light, she started asking you a dozens of questions, “Do you know the gender yet?”, “Top 5 names if it’s a girl or boy?”, “Does Miguel even know yet?” You didn’t say anything after that question. Just from a minute of silence, she knew you hadn’t. “You haven’t told him have you..?”

Miguel had teleported into the house, he took his costume off and replaced them with comfortable clothing he’d left from the previous night before on the couch, while doing so, he heard you talking to someone. He figured it was important so he shrugged it off and started taking the ingredients out for dinner you were going to be cooking on this bittersweet night. “I just don’t know how to tell him that there’s a baby on the way.” He paused his movements. Had you just said what you said was truly real. It seemed seemed specious, but it wasn’t. It was true, real. “I don’t know how he’ll take the news, I want him to be happy about it and all but, what if he’s not, what if he’s angry about it..” That made him feel egregious and compunctioned. You thought he wouldn’t react well or good to the news..? He frowned and sat on the couch, still ‘eavesdropping’, but not on purpose of course.

After the conversation you had with Jessica, you pranced down the stairs to see Miguel on the couch, you froze halfway on the stairs panicking, you hoped he didn’t hear that whole conversation with her, and that he’d just gotten home. You continued your way down the stairs, he looked up to see you. God, he thought you looked so seraphic. “Hello Mi Rey, how was your day?” You say as you walk up to him and give him a sweet kiss onto of his forehead, after you ran your hands through his hair and smiled sweetly at him.

It took him a second or more to respond to your daily question, “It was good baby, do you feel okay right now? Your red..” He says. He knew what he was doing, he already knew what happened now.

You look in his eyes, look down and chuckle. “Yes dear I’m fine, I’m going to start dinner now.” Kissing his cheek, you walk to the kitchen to see he put what you needed out. “Aww, thanks for putting everything out, thank my hombre guapo. Would you like to help me with dinner tonight?” You say peaking your head out of the kitchen into the living room.

He stands up and walks over to you, “Only if that means we can play music?” He says as his large hands wrap around the small of your back and butt. Whenever he meant “play music”, he meant while the food was cooking and the both of you had time to waste to dance around in the kitchen and plant gentle kisses on one another.

You look to the side and frown for a second, debating your words of choice. “Miguel?” You say looking up at him.

After you just saying his name, he got quite worried. “What is it mi amor?” He said looking deep into your eyes.

“Whatever happens, I just hope you know I love you, so so much.. Your the best thing that’s ever happened to me..” You say, feeling different waves of emotions coming over you.

He was surprised. He thought that something bad was going to happen, but surprisingly it wasn’t anything bad. You were having one of your moments where you just wanted to say that you loved him. “God I love you too y/n..” He says shoving you into his broad chest.

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After making dinner the both of you sat down at the table, across from eachother. It was quiet, that weirded you out a little, he was always the one to start a conversation at the table..

You clear your throat and look up at him, “Soooo, did anything interesting happen with them today?” You say, taking another sip of your soup. Your mind was racing with random question and things you had to finish after eating.

He looked up, didn’t say anything, until a couple moments later. “Nope not really.. But there is something I’d like to talk about with you.” He said in a significant tone, as he pushed his soup bowl to the side, with his glass of water.

You took note of this, his tone was never like this unless there was something wrong or serious we needed to talk about. “Okay…” You drag out as you do the same gesture as him, pushing your glass and bowl out of the way.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant..?” He asked. His shoulders were tense, as he stood properly in his chair.

Oh god, he knows..? But how, that shouldn’t have been unless he heard me upstairs, is that why he was so tense when I came down the stairs.. “Look Miguel, I’m sorry, I just didn’t know how to break the news to you.” You felt a sense of compunction rush over you. “I didn’t know how you would react, or how you felt about having a child.. I just..” You didn’t finish anything, tears ran down your cheeks, as you didn’t look at him but at the cleared area in front of you on the table.

You didn’t see him, but he got up and started walking towards you. He wrapped his strong and well-knitted arms around you, you cried and cried in his chest. You felt horrible, you were gasping for air at this point from crying.

He let go of you and took your flushed face in his hands. “Look Hermosa, I’m not angry, I’m just a little sad that you’d think I’d feel that way. I’m happy that you are okay?” Staring at you, he waited for you to nod. When you did he gave you a kiss, picked you up, and carried you to the bedroom where the both of you would go to sleep. And clean up the both of you made from cooking tomorrow. “Goodnight, Mi Amor.”

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notes: Thank you so much for requesting, I truly hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Have a great morning/afternoon/night!

June 4, 2023

9:30am

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Ever since Penguin had found that street rat and offered him a job his life had been on easy street.

The young man had been wearing a bandana over the bottom half of his face while cleaning the floors of one of his establishments when the bats came crashing in through a skylight, showering both of them in glass.

The fight began quickly after that, the man in his confusion threw one of the bats away from him, which turned out to be a mistake. They now saw him as a goon and began attacking him too.

Panicking, Danny didn't want to lose his job. He didn't want to go back to living on the streets...so he made a decision. He used his intangibility to run through one of the bats and grabbed penguin who was already handcuffed and subdued.

Then they were gone.

The bats checked their thermals, checked for energy readings, everything, but the two were gone.

Penguins new goon was a meta who could teleport. Worse. He may have just become the Penguins private bodyguard.

They were right of course. Penguin took care of his own and Danny adored being cared for. Cobblepot gave him whatever he wanted and the ghost felt he was in to deep to tell his boss no when it came to most jobs. He always did have a problem with giving his loyalty to people who didn't deserve it. His own parents were a testament to that...to think his death hadn't actually been an accident...

This continues with the bats trying to stop Penguins plots and trying to find a way to stop or investigate this new meta and coming up with nothing cause "Ghost" isn't even from thier multiverse.

This all changes though when Catwoman informs them that Phantom has a massive crush on Red Hood.

Everyone looks to Jason who refuses to play around with some guys heart. He's done a lot of messed up things but hes not that scummy. The others protest saying that's not what they wanted and Hood does eventually agree to meeting with the guy and is caught off guard by how excited the guy is to meet him.

He treats him like an actual hero. He insists that he is one. Danny then drops some of his own tragic backstory about his insane mad scientists parents who experimented on him and his sister thier whole lives with this green glowing death water and how it didn't do much until they murdered him and led him to believe it was an accident.

They thought he survived.

He didn't. Its one of the things he liked about Red Hood. He wasn't actually revived either.

Jason demanded to know what he meant, but Danny only responded, "You're one of us." Before vanishing again.

Jason is more than a little freaked out.

[married-to-google-translater]

I know Halloween is VERY far, but I thought this was too funny not to tell you (Especially since it’s based around my 2 Husbands!)

Reader dresses as the Ghost Bride (Princess Eliza) and sneaks into Ignihyde/Diasomnia with the help of Ortho/Lilia to prank their Housewarden

She sneaks into their rooms and wakes them up asking them to ‘Marry me’

You know what Idia will do (Scream and run away, only to later realize his crush basically ASKED him for marriage, but his charisma/social bar is too low for him to say yes!)

…But it just backfires on Malleus as he’s just smiling in pure joy as he takes out a little checklist VOLUME BOOKS on his ideas for the perfect wedding but he’s very flexible to talk about compromises to make a perfect wedding! 🤣

Why do you think?

No worrys <3 No worrys <3 You aren't late at all~~ just little early ;3

Malleus Draconia

You and Malleus were good "friends".

You really wanted more.

And you thought this would be the best way to tell him.

You thought it really wouldn't be that big of a deal.

Because Malleus teleported to your room at random times for reasons that were a complete mystery to you.

The plan was perfect.

But you'd have to ask Lilia for help.

Because otherwise a loud crocodile could ruin your plan.

Lilia would help you into the Diasomnia dormitory.

And he would also tell you where the Malleus room is.

You kept waiting for Sebek to jump around the corner and start yelling something.

However, that doesn't happen.

You finally made it safely to the Malleus room.

He would look hot AF when he was asleep.

You almost feel bad waking him up for this.

ALMOST

Malleus would be really confused at first.

It would take him a moment to register what you were saying.

But when he did…

Malleus would be really happy.

He would have waited a very long time for this.

Malleus would surely have whole novels written about your wedding plans

Btw you guys are getting married now.

Oooh was that just a joke?

Yeaaaaah too bad.

You asked and Malleus answered in the affirmative.

" Oh Mc I'm so happy. I say yes. We will get married as soon as possible. Oh Mc I love you so much. * takes out the 1000-page Novel * So I've already made some wedding plans. "

Idia Shourd

You and Idia were friends.

You had met through the internet.

And your friendship was going well.

But you wanted a little more.

You really wouldn't know how to confess your feelings to Idia.

It felt like you were too shy and boring.

So you decided to talk to Ortho about it.

And together you came up with this idea.

Because that would be a little fun.

Ortho helped you get into the dorm.

And finding his room wasn't difficult.

Of course, Idia wouldn't be sleeping.

Even if it's 1:00 AM.

Sleep rhythm pfffffffft who needs that?

Idia is surprisingly moody

Most likely, Idia would be watching anime or playing something when you sneaked into his room.

He would 100% have a heart attack if he thought you were Eliza…

When he realizes that you are not Eliza he would calm down.

Just so you could have another heart attack because you're in his room.

And did you just ask him to marry you?

Idia wouldn't really know how to handle this information.

Idia.exe has stopped working.

He really doesn't know what to say.

Maybe in a couple of hours he will get his thoughts in order.

[paper-mario-wiki]

how do i get good at pyro? relying on my bloodlust has yet to carry me to fragging success

Pyro is a movement class. Maps are jungle gyms. Detonator and the powerjack only increase the potency of these truths. Your goal, if not directly pushing or defending, should be flanking. Get to know maps, and get good at crouch jumping to make movement as fluid as possible as you navigate the world geometry.

Pyro is a utility class. The amount of ways you can influence the course of a battle are staggering when you learn what all of your weapons are capable of, and ESPECIALLY when you start understanding airblast more thoroughly. You can extinguish teammates, break sappers, use flames as area denial, rocket jump using reflected rockets, deny ubers using airblast, and much much more. There is absolutely a time and a place for some W+M1, but using a flamethrower without airblast is like an engi who never builds a dispenser or teleporter.

Setting people on fire makes them panic and back off. If you're defending, hold your point using the detonator from afar, or by poking around corners and igniting players that are caught out on their own. Since your win-condition for a fight is typically an enemy entering your danger zone (the range around you which the flames can reach), you have to rely on psychology to control enemy movement, and push them where you want them to be.

Hitscan classes think you're easy pickins, and to some you might be. To take advantage of the folly pf the ones who underestimate you, pretend to back off and run behind a corner or two, then ambush them when they try to pursue you. If you can catch em off guard, you can turn it around on them.

If you watch my footage, you might notice my crosshair is usually AROUND my enemy, not necessarily right over them. That's because flames work as individual projectiles with individual hitboxes, and you shoot out LOTS of them, and they linger in the air for a sec. You can effectively set up a temporary minefield directly around an opponent. If you're in a close range 1v1, you shouldn't just be spraying at the enemy, you should be spraying where they'll be walking, so that they walk into the flames themselves (which can REALLY stack on the damage when you're able to both put fire on them AND where they'll be walking at the same time)

Do not disengage from bad matchups. The Pyro is one of the most versatile classes in the game, you don't necessarily need to be afraid of ANYONE if you know your matchup and can use the surroundings to your advantage. Airblasting into the air and into corners are amazing stalling options, and also terrific for creating followup attack opportunities for you and teammates.

[btdemaru]

Brat taming - sukuna

[Top!sukuna x Bottom!GN!reader]

note : sukuna has two cocks you can't tell me otherwise.

warning : monsterfucking, cockwarming, brat-taming, two big cocks, hair pulling, thigh spanking, slight choking, rough sukuna, slight blood, dacryphillia, manhandling, biting, curse words, bad language.

MINORS DNI!

Sukuna was brutal, always so annoyingly possessive and scary, you don't even know why you fell for him in the first place but you did and it was too late to back away. Even if he was scary, at some moments he'll show a glimpse of softness towards you even if it's a small gesture for a mere second. He might not show his affection in words but he'll spoil you rotten.

But of course, you had to be such a brat towards him. For what? For fun. Knowing the reaction you'll get out of him but you did it anyway, it was risky- you were scared of the consequences that will come with your actions but that's the point. You had this 'brilliant' idea to talk- no flirt with yuji itadori. You saw that yuji was alone and took it as an opportunity to start your little plan. Coming up to him and sitting down next to yuji was easy, he's a friendly guy anyways.. "perhaps wanna come back to my room? I have a new movie we could watch~" though poor baby yuji didn't understand what you're trying to do, surely that dense head of his could at least take a hint.

Halfway through your sentences your vision went black for a split second, you were teleported into his hollow eerie domain, the Malevolent Shrine.

And infront of you is now a very very furious sukuna. Before you could even utter a word he grabs your chin, looking down at you as he got closer to your face "you're doing this on purpose aren't you? Pathetic shit." he spat, his two lower arms sneak in your pants as the two upper ones rip your shirt into pieces eager to play with your nipples, Sukuna wasted no time to rip your pants and boxers/panties apart leaving the cold air to brush against your naked figure. He quickly took his pants off leaving him only in his kimono, your eyes darted to two large erect cock. "sit." You knew you're in no place to disobey him further as you still care about your legs so you lined his cocks before slowly sitting and pushing it in.

Quiet. its so quiet..

You're now sitting in his lap, sukuna's two terrifyingly large cock buried deep in you. None of you shared a word only soft whimpers and shallow breathing can be heard, you've been sitting for fifteen minutes yet it feels like an hour or more, "move.. you're taking too long!" You spoke, trying to break the eerie silence between the two only for sukuna to grip your neck and pulls you closer to his face. "I'll move when you'll stop being such a fucking brat." He exclaimed, closing your airways until you smack his arms in attempt for sukuna to let you go. It was no doubt useless, you're nothing to this curse of a man. a tear rolled down your face before he lets go making you gasp for air. An hour has passed and you can't take it anymore "sukuna please..!" You plead. "be more specific, brat." He spoke before getting closer to your ear. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do." He teased. You plead and beg for him to finally let you move and fuck yourself onto his cocks, in which he did.

You move slowly, painfully slow. The king of curses wasn't know for his patience, he forcefully thrusted upwards hitting your prostate straight, a loud moan ripped from your throat as he continues to thrust up, his arms holding you still, using you like a mere fleshlight "fuck- ah! Slowdown!" Your words fell deaf in his ears.

Picking up his pace Sukuna brought your legs folding it onto your chest as he fucks you dumb, drool tears sweat were all over your body and face, you can't even form a simple word let alone a sentence, and it makes sukuna laugh. Oh how a brat like you can turn into such a messy slut for him.

Sukuna formed a mouth on his hands, latching it to your lips as his real mouth attacks your neck, his sharp fangs piercing into your skin, licking up all the blood he got from you savoring the taste. It hurt like hell, it felt like two giant needles are stabbing your neck but you're too deep in pleasure to even notice. Sukuna got up from his throne before throwing you on it and bending you over, thrusting back it as he pulls your hair up making your face closer to his, sharing a passionate kiss that lasted minutes before you feel one of his cock twitching after the other, sukuna chased after his high as is pace clearly sloppy with no rhythm and his grunts gets louder "cum for me- you fucking slut. C'mon cum on my cocks-" he slurred before finally filling you up to the brim with his thick white sticky cum making you release as well. "Fuck.. maybe that'll be a lesson for you." He said while pushing his hair back.

[another-lost-mc]

i am kinda in the mood for some angst~_~

if you are comfortable can i request the side characters reacting to their s/o (mc) was in a middle of a panic attack in front of them and fainted suddenly ?

thank you!

When MC Faints/Has a Panic Attack Scenarios | DIAVOLO, BARBATOS, SIMEON and SOLOMON 3.3k words | SFW | gn!Reader | Hurt/Comfort | Angst Content Warnings: Mentions of physical injury/illness and unspecified trauma, protective and possessive thoughts/behaviour, use of pet names.

DIAVOLO

Diavolo doesn’t get as many opportunities as he would like to explore the human world. He mentions wanting to visit there more often, and of course, he wants you to go with him. When you jokingly offer to join him as his tour guide (and his friend, and his lover), he has to balance his reckless sense of adventure with the responsibilities of being a prince.

With some gentle persuasion from both of you, Barbatos agrees that it's acceptable for his young master to indulge in a well-earned vacation. Occasionally.

(There may be extra paperwork waiting for Diavolo on his desk when he returns, but he reminds himself that it’s worth it to spend more time with you.)

Diavolo’s enthusiasm knows no bounds. You show him brochures for the amusement park you’re taking him to - the largest in your home country - and he’s already made a list of all the rides he wants to go on and the special attractions he wants to see.

You’ve been there before, and you brace yourself for a long, busy day.

You arrive together when the park gates open, and it’s an endless circuit of ride after ride after even more rides. It’s a sunny, humid summer day and by noon you’re dripping sweat and trying to reapply sunscreen with shaky hands. The concession stands make a fortune from the overpriced bottled water Diavolo buys for you, but it seems like your throat is parched beyond relief.

Diavolo’s current interest is the park's inverted upside-down roller coaster. You've been on this ride in the past and enjoyed it, but for some reason you feel a sense of dread while you wait for your turn in line. The scorching heat blazing on the back of your neck and shoulders does you no favours.

When it's your turn at the front of the line, Diavolo helps you into your seat before he sits next to you. He dangles his legs and kicks his feet happily when the floor lowers away.

As your seats slowly stutter up the steel track towards the first big hill, your eyes start to blur and you try to blink the sensation away. The ride has you twisting and rolling through the air at incredible speeds, but it feels like you’re still falling in an infinite drop.

When the ride comes to an abrupt stop, Diavolo laughs and offers you his hand when you stumble out of your seat. You follow him as best you can, but the world seems to tilt. He smiles when he feels you lean against him. He’s about to ask if you want to get in line and ride the roller coaster again, but you don’t answer - he catches you when you start to fall.

The amusement dies on his lips and he scoops you into his arms. He carries you through the crowd until he ducks behind a concession stall out of view of potential onlookers. He looks around discreetly before using teleportation magic to take you back to the Devildom.

As soon as you materialize in the Demon Lord’s castle, he shouts for Barbatos and kneels with you on the ground so he can examine you. He doesn't understand what's wrong. Your eyes are open but they’re unfocused. You’re talking, sort of - it’s more like incoherent mumbling under your breath, but he thinks you’re trying to say his name. He brushes his lips across your forehead and cheeks and it suddenly occurs to him that you feel so warm.

He thinks about all the times you mentioned that you disliked the summer heat in your home country, that you would get dizzy in the sweltering humidity. You didn’t like being in the sun for too long and he teased you about how often you were reapplying your "sun block."

Diavolo feels like a failure for not being more considerate of your needs. He watches helplessly as a royal healer kneels down and begins casting restorative magic on your weakened form. Diavolo promises himself he’s not going to let something like this happen to you again - not if he can help it.

(He won’t know until later that you saw a humidex warning pop up on your phone the morning of your trip, but you didn't want to cancel for his sake.)

After Barbatos consults Solomon and verifies that you simply need to rest and to stay cool and hydrated, Diavolo carries you to his room. He lays you on the bed you share and curls against your side protectively. He murmurs apologizes over and over again into your shoulder while he squeezes your hand in his. 

BARBATOS

Barbatos worries about you when his responsibilities to Diavolo take him far away from you. 

Sometimes you accompany him on trips that allow you to explore parts of the realm beyond the bustling metropolis you're used to. He likes seeing your giddy excitement when he can show you something new, something you might not have seen if it wasn’t for him.

Other times, he’s forced to leave you behind. Some of the destinations are simply too unwelcoming for a human with your sensitive disposition. This particular excursion is related to royal matters and lacks the fun sightseeing opportunities he wants to share with you.

After nearly a week, he’s restless with the anticipation of seeing you again. He’s not sure whether to be irritated that he’s been gone from you for so long, or excited that soon he’ll be by your side once more.

Diavolo delights in teasing his friend and insists it’s a bit of both.

Barbatos won't argue with his young master when he begrudgingly agrees.

You’ve had plenty of work to fill your spare time since Barbatos’s departure. It’s exam season once again at RAD and you’re being held to even higher standards than before because of your status as a sorcerer. When you’re not studying for exams, you’ve been helping Lucifer with student council affairs, or accompanying Solomon on human world excursions related to the Sorcerer’s Society.

Barbatos feels the first inklings of concern when you send him messages in the middle of the night, long past your usual bedtime.

“I’m catching up on these study materials Satan gave me then I’ll go to bed, promise!”

You wake up each morning with a greeting from him; Barbatos wishes you a pleasant day and he reminds you to eat something. He doesn’t like your bad habit of skipping breakfast. Since he’s been gone, he suspects that you’ve started skipping or delaying your other meals, too.

“I grabbed a snack in the cafeteria before class, I had a meeting at lunch time.”

“There’s a witches dispute Solomon would like help resolving, I’ll eat dinner when I get back.”

Barbatos is tempted to send Lucifer and Solomon thinly-veiled threats that their impositions on your time shouldn’t affect your well-being to this degree.

When he asks you one evening if they're putting too much pressure on you, you insist that things will go back to normal once exams are finished and he returns with Diavolo. You promise that you're eating and sleeping enough and he doesn't have to worry.

He decides not to involve himself directly unless you ask him to, and of course you don't.

When Lucifer calls him unexpectedly on the second-last night of his trip, he realizes that he should’ve gotten involved after all.

Barbatos is standing quietly at his young master's side while Diavolo mingles with guests at a dinner party. When his D.D.D. starts buzzing, Barbatos is surprised when he sees Lucifer's name flash across the screen. He excuses himself and heads to an empty balcony so he can take the call privately. 

Lucifer skips all pleasantries and small talk when he answers. “Before I say anything else, I would like to emphasize that they’re fine—“

Barbatos’s breath hitches and the heart you insist he has, the one that beats for only for you, cracks in his chest. “Tell me what’s happened.”

Lucifer explains that you had some sort of fainting episode - he mentions stress and lack of sleep and something Solomon called low blood sugar, but Barbatos can barely concentrate on what he says over the dull roar in his ears.

Barbatos senses his young master behind him, and he hopes his expression is perfectly neutral when they exchange glances. Lucifer must’ve sent Diavolo a message about your condition as well because he looks at Barbatos worriedly; his young master is fond of you, too.

Before Barbatos can ask more questions about how you’re doing now, and what they’re doing to take care of you, and how Lucifer and Solomon would like to be punished when he returns, Diavolo motions for him to pass over his phone.

“Barbatos will be arriving shortly to evaluate the situation on my behalf,” his young master informs Lucifer before wishing him a goodnight and hanging up the call.

“But my Lord, the meeting with the dignitaries—“

Diavolo shakes his head and smiles at his oldest friend. “The meeting isn’t until tomorrow afternoon. It gives you plenty of time to visit and make sure they’re alright. Stay with them tonight and return in the morning if you’re satisfied their condition has improved.”

Barbatos knows it’s a blatant disregard of his duties to the young Prince to leave him so suddenly because of his personal matters.

He also knows it’s the height of unprofessionalism to leave his master’s side so abruptly.

Barbatos knows he’s a hypocrite, but he barely waits a moment longer before he teleports himself to the House of Lamentation to be with you.

SIMEON

Simeon loves sharing perfect moments of domestic bliss with you.

It doesn’t matter when or where - Purgatory Hall, the Angel’s Halo café, the human world apartment he secretly keeps just for the two of you - he wants nothing more than to nourish your body and soul with simple, cozy gestures that prove his love for you.

His responsibilities to the Celestial Realm, the petty orders from Michael that have him travelling all over the three realms, have kept him busy lately. He misses you desperately and he’s frustrated when he wants to see you but he can’t.

You’ve tried to teach him how to use this D.D.D. for times like this, so you could send each other pictures or make video calls when the longing becomes too unbearable.

(His own technological skills are still a work in progress but he cherishes whatever you send him.)

But one day he asks you how you are, and you mention very casually that you don’t feel well, and he has to remind himself not to panic.

Lucifer would have contacted him right away if it were something serious - right?

Simeon calls Lucifer afterwards to check on your condition (knowing about your habit of downplaying your problems not to worry him), but Lucifer assures him that everything is under control.

That's not good enough. Not for you. Simeon calls in some favours with his fellow angels and manages to secure a couple days’ off from his responsibilities so he can come see you.

Simeon couldn’t be more thrilled when he arrives at the House of Lamentation the next morning. He gets to care for you personally while Lucifer and his brothers are at RAD all day. Any time he spends with you is special, but alone time together is the most precious to him - it's a luxury he greedily indulges in, when he has the chance.

When he arrived, he brewed you a cup of herbal tea before you laid down together for some much-needed snuggling. You insisted he didn't need to go to all this trouble for you, but he winked and insisted that he wanted to spoil you.

Your stomach growls and it seems like a good time to think about making something to eat. When you rise from your bed on shaky legs, Simeon wraps an arm around your waist to support you. He thinks you look a little pale, but you tell him you’re fine. He heads to the kitchen to start making food for both of you while you slip into your ensuite bathroom to shower before lunch is ready.

Simeon is chopping vegetables when he hears the first dull thud. He sets down his knife and frowns, walking closer to the shared wall that separates your room and the kitchen. After a moment, there’s another thud that’s even louder. And then another, the loudest noise yet.

He rushes out of the kitchen and heads to your bedroom. He can hear the quiet hiss of the water running through the door that leads to your private bathroom, but you don’t answer when he calls your name. He tests the doorknob - you left it unlocked, thankfully - and he steps inside. He waves the steam away from his face and he calls your name again. You don’t say anything, but your pained groan is just as worrisome as silence.

When Simeon pulls back the shower curtain, you’re sitting at the bottom of the tub and slumped against the side. The bottles of toiletries you dropped - or knocked over - are scattered around you. He fumbles with the faucet to turn off the water spraying at your back, and he tilts your head up so he can look at you properly. Your eyes are glazed over and unfocused, but your hand - your poor, trembling hand - reaches up and tugs weakly at his sleeve.

“M’dizzy,” you whisper. Your voice wavers and the words slur together.

He rests his forehead against yours. “I’m here, my love,” he murmurs quietly to comfort you - and himself.

Simeon reaches for one of your towels hanging on the wall behind him, and he wraps it around your shoulders. He maneuvers you as gently as he can so he can lift you out of the tub and cradle you against his chest. He tries to dry you off while he rocks you in his hold, humming under his breath to soothe you. He pauses every so often so he can kiss your cheeks, your nose, your forehead.

You’re too tired to be embarrassed by the way he carries you back to your bed, helping you put on warm pajamas and tucking you into the blankets like you’re the most precious thing in the world to him.

(You are.)

After you rest, Simeon tells you that it was a low grade fever that probably caused your dizziness. The feeling gradually fades and as evening approaches, you don’t feel lightheaded anymore. He’s reluctant to leave your side, and he cares for all of your needs personally: providing you with cool water and warm herbal teas; making healing potions to help with your headache and sore throat; and cooking soft but nourishing foods to keep you full.

When Lucifer and his brothers return from RAD and insist on seeing you, Simeon sends them away from your room with hushed suggestions to leave you alone and be quiet. His words are polite, but the dangerous glint in his eye promises pain for those that might disturb you.

No one can take care of you better than he can.

SOLOMON

Shopping with Solomon in the human world is always a fun adventure. You’re at a mall in your hometown (your home-away-from-the-Devildom) and giggling at Solomon’s baffled expression. He examines a vending machine full of large, colourful cake slices and other desserts. You shake your head when he points to the rainbow-coloured cake slice he offers to buy for you. He takes a picture of the display and sends it to Luke before he reaches for your hand.

Your goal today is to buy a birthday present for Asmodeus. You have a small list of makeup and body care to buy for him, all made with scents or ingredients that are unique to the human world. You probably could’ve used Akuzon to import the items you want to buy - but where’s the fun in that?

Solomon offers to carry your shopping bags for you, and you link your arms together while you stroll lazily through the mall. Every time he spots something in a store window he thinks you'd like - a shirt that compliments your eyes or complexion, or a lovely piece of jewelry - he has the urge to spoil you. He glances at you with half-lidded eyes and tries his best to convince you that yes, you would like your lover to buy that for you as a gift. Your usual response is to roll your eyes at him while he grins.

(He's adding all those items to a mental list of gifts to buy you later.)

He stops outside a large boutique when he spots something in the window he wants to pick up for Asmo. You nod your head towards the bubble tea shop next door and tell him you’re going to grab a drink while he picks up his shopping. He promises to come find you when he’s done and he steps inside while you head towards the line-up nearby.

It can’t be more than a minute or two when Solomon feels you next to him while he’s browsing a rack of colourful blouses, looking for one in Asmo’s size.

“Did you miss me that much?” Solomon glances at you with a teasing smirk, but he frowns when he sees the expression on your face. 

You’re not looking at him. Your wide, frightened eyes are staring where you came from, the entranceway that leads back to the mall. Your hand on his shirt clenches into a fist, and you’re trembling.

Solomon drops the bags on his arms and reaches for you. When he pulls you against him, he can feel your shallow, panicky breaths when you pant into his chest.

“What’s wrong?” he asks you imploringly. He cups your cheeks and forces you to look at him. Tears are welling in your eyes and when you blink, they start to trickle down your face. “Darling, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head and he doesn’t know what to do to comfort you. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze like you’re afraid he’s going to disappear. He can barely make out your gasping whisper: “I need to get out of here.”

He rubs his hand up and down your back soothingly. He walks both of you back towards the change rooms where there’s more privacy, and when he’s sure no one is looking, he disappears both of you back to his home in the human world.

Even in the comfort of his front hallway, you're still shivering and your breathing is quick, panicky and uneven. He encourages you to match his deep breaths, and he reminds you that you’re safe and that he’s here for you. The erratic beat of your heart eventually calms down, and you look up from where you were hiding your face in his chest.

“There’s my darling love,” he whispers when he cups your cheek. Both of you have red, tear-stained eyes now. He brushes his lips against your forehead.

“I’m sorry I ruined our shopping trip,” you whisper hoarsely.

But Solomon shakes his head and hugs you again. “You didn’t ruin anything.” He waits a moment before he asks quietly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You tense in his arms and shake your head ‘no.’

Solomon doesn’t mention what happened at the mall, and he spends the rest of the night holding you close and taking care of you. When he offers to go back the next day to repurchase the items you left behind, he knows better than to ask if you want to go with him. The very mention of that place causes fear to creep into your eyes, and it nearly breaks his heart.

It's several days later, after you both return to the Devildom, and he notices that you're still incredibly anxious about something. You glance around nervously in public, and sometimes you stare off into space with a slightly haunted look in your eyes.

Solomon’s not sure who or what you saw that day, but for the first time since he met you, he feels utterly powerless.

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

I decided to write a little something that was a little...self indulgent~

Should you want more of my own personal desires in your writing, just request the House Special in your message~

Title: Mostro’s New Toy

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, m!Reader

Contains: dark themes(dubcon, kidnapping), contractual agreement, bondage, blindfolds, mouth covering/gag, free use kink

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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It had been a week since your end of the bargain was fulfilled. Though you had no magic for payment, Azul had stated he would figure something out and not to worry about it, so after meeting your end of the deal, you were starting to get fidgety when a week had passed and yet nothing had happened yet.

You were rushing to your next class, cursing yourself for being late because of Grim’s antics and for looking away from him for a moment. You started to cut across the courtyard when an arm grabbed you from the bushes. You were about to scream for help when a white gloved hand silenced you. More specifically, it was the duct tape under the hand that kept you quiet, allowing your attacker to hold you firmly in two arms.

“Eaaasy, Shrimpy. No need to get loud~”

The nickname and voice was more than enough to at least solve the question of who was doing this. You muffled out his name, any struggling soon subsiding knowing you weren’t in any actual danger.

Though you couldn’t see, Floyd was giving a dopey grin. “Just here collecting some debt. Azul’s order’s. Time to pay up~”

Retrieving a bottle from his pocket, he shattered it against the ground, pieces flying as smoke surrounded you two, teleporting you back to Octavinelle.

———

Floyd stood with you still in his arms, the two of you now present in front of the Mostro’s manager, Azul in his VIP room. Jade stood beside him, as though ready to act if necessary.

“Terribly sorry for the scare,” Azul started, speaking from behind interlocked fingers, “but you see I’ve figured out the payment I desire from you.”

You tried to speak, but the tape remained firmly in place, only muffling your speech. Azul merely carried on, as if you weren’t trying to object.

“Oh no need to worry about it! Truly, this is the best thing you could give! Jade? If you’d please.”

“Yes, sir.” Jade began to step over to Floyd, the two of them giving the other a look that seemed to be one that only twins could understand. He opened his jacket, retrieving a bundle of deep green rope that was concealed in an inner pocket. Floyd spun you around, holding onto your shoulders and looking down at you with a threatening gaze and speaking in a serious, menacing tone.

“I’d stay still if I were you, unless you want to be squeezed.” It was that look that screamed “try it”. If you moved, be it trying to run off or even just a muscle, you knew it wouldn’t end well. Jade then grabbed your arms, pressing your wrists together and wrapping the surprisingly soft rope around them. He tied them off in a way that didn’t hurt but kept your wrists firmly together, effectively now leaving you at the mercy of the tweels before you.

“I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now, but I’ll tell you anyway, out of the kindness of my heart.” As Azul spoke, a strip of cloth covered your eyes. You were now blind, mute, and unable to fend for yourself in anyway. “I’ve decided your body will be perfect payment. I’ll have you situated in a way where patrons can come in, and use you the way they see fit. The blindfold is for confidentiality, of course, and the tape? Well that’s just for show. If they want to take it off they can~”

You’d be lying if you tried to object. The idea sent a heat straight to your groin, and you could feel a pressure at the zipper of your jeans as you hummed softly.

The brothers were already working on you, leading you into a new spot before pushing you down to your knees. The positioned you like a doll, spreading your legs open before unbuttoning your pants to reveal a partially hard, boxer covered phallus.

“Heeeeeyyy~ Little Shrimpy here is already enjoying himself~ You get off to the idea of this~?”

Hearing it out loud, especially from Floyd, only embarrassed you, and you shook your head to deny it.

“Such a thing is hard to deny when the evidence is right there, (y/n).” Jade’s voice sounded like velvet, smooth and calm. “It’s clear you’re quite aroused by this. There is no shame in admitting it.”

You shook your head with a small “mm-mm”, denying it, but deep down, you knew that lie wouldn’t last long, as Jade was right.

“Now boys,” Azul’s footsteps thudded against your ears as you heard him walk over. “I think we should find out if our new attraction is ready for the guests. What do you think?”

“Oh I get first dibs on Shrimpy?! I wanna test him out!” Floyd sounded all too excited by the idea, and you were already wondering what someone like him would do.

“Mmmm!” You let out an uncontrollable whine, but it went ignored.

“Oh please, Floyd. You’ll ruin our new toy before he even has a chance.” A small laugh laced Jade’s voice. “What if we tested him out together?”

“Wonderful idea!” Azul was more than willing to allow such a thing, his footsteps starting to soften as he stepped to the door. “I’ll be back in an hour. Try not to break our new plaything before I get back.”

“Yes, sir./Yeah, boss!”

The door opened and closed, and you were now alone with the brothers. Thought you couldn’t see them, you could feel their predatory gazes on you before their hands made first contact.

This…will be exciting…~ ❤️

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello, how are you doing, and have you eaten yet? I found your post when I was looking for ror post and I really love the Isekai cafe reader!

Can I please request when the first time these ror characters first find her restaurant? They probably expecting a threat, but instead find it is a restaurant run by reader. After talking to reader and finding out about how the place come to be, they ordered a dish/beverage/dessert, which ends up as their favourite food/drinks/dessert but they end always visiting not only for the food because they were worried for reader being alone in the restaurant all day and tending to a lot of people.

Poseidon, Hades , Odin and Thor for the Gods

Adam, Lu Bu, Jack, Buddha and Sasaki for the human side please!

-You couldn’t help but smile, looking around your restaurant, it was such a warm and cozy feeling, there were seats everywhere, a fully stocked kitchen will all sorts of toys, and now all you needed was customers!!

-When the front door appeared all over Valhalla, some in seemingly random places, like in the center of a large field, many thought that it was an enemy attack, as the magic was unknown, even to someone like Odin who was so well versed in magic!

-Many approached the various doors cautiously, not all at the same time of course, weapon in hand, preparing for a fight on the other side of the door.

-When they opened it, they weren’t expecting to see a restaurant. They were even more shocked when you, a child, walked out from the kitchen, beaming brightly at them, “Welcome to my restaurant!”

-They couldn’t understand it, how could a child like you perform teleportation magic like this, how were you running a restaurant by yourself, and where was your family?!

-With each question they had another lined up! Nothing made sense!

-They knew that you had died, as you wouldn’t be in Valhalla otherwise, but when asked by Odin, your first guest ever, “What is this place?” you just beamed brightly, your hands on your hips, “This is my restaurant, this is what I got for my wish when I died!”

-That… did very little to clear things up but you ushered each guest to a table, asking if they wanted anything to eat or drink after providing them with a menu.

-It was one thing for you to be running this restaurant on your own, but when you took their order, something they made from more shock than anything, they didn’t anticipate you going into the kitchen and cooking it yourself!!

-He couldn’t help but peek into the kitchen, worried about you, but you looked like a pro, like you had been doing it for years!!

-The food was immaculate, the plating was stunning, the taste was out of this world, it was unlike anything they had ever had before!

-You were stunned to learn that your guests were actual gods or people from history, historical figures and warriors, and that your doors were opening all over their home of Valhalla!!

-You were in disbelief, meeting these new and strange individuals, who became regulars, getting pretty much the same thing each time they visited, except for Loki, who got something new each time, as he wanted to taste many different dishes.

-The doors never seemed to appear in the same place, but they appeared each day, so you got new people all the time.

-There was only one rule for your restaurant, no fighting- which made your place a neutral zone, there would be no fighting, or you would ban them, then they couldn’t enter ever again!! They couldn’t miss out on food this good and seeing someone so bright and warm as you.

-As time went on and you gained more customers day by day, except for the two days off you take a week, you gained so many new friends, you had never imagined having this many friends before, but you wouldn’t trade it or your restaurant for the world!

-They also learned of your past, how you had died so young, and you were given this restaurant, and you would remain inside it, being unable to leave, until you found a family you would feel safe with.

-You just had no idea that it was much closer than you thought!

-Poseidon- Gambas al Ajillo with various white wines with mini fruit tart for dessert

-Hades- Filet Mignon with various wines with Opera Cake for dessert

-Odin- Buttered lobster roll with Filet Mignon and honey toast for dessert

-Thor- T-bone steak with baked potato and chilled ale

-Lu Bu- T-bone steak with a full rack of beef ribs, no veggies and no sweets

-Adam- apple pie a la mode with caramel drizzle

-Jack- apple and cheddar pie with hot tea; sometimes will get a chicken pot pie

-Buddha- various desserts, will try several different types with each visit

-Kojiro- Unadon (grilled eel rice bowl) with melon bread for dessert

[half-dead-ham]

With chaos brings Justice

My last entry for the DpxDCshipweek, sad I couldn't get through it in it entirety, but happy I made some for it at all!

links: [Ao3] Wc: 6656 Cw: implied/referenced torture

John Constantine was a man of few pleasures. He liked booze, nights with a full bed and belly, and keeping his head attached to his shoulders.

 So when he felt a surge of chaos magic flood the board room of the Justice League Watchtower one long morning into their bi-monthly meeting that for some reason he decided to show up to, he felt any chance of him recovering this day with booze or food leave the solar system entirely.

 Before the other Leaguers even felt the pressure change that came with teleporting magics John was on his feet, readying a defence spell just in case who (or what) decided to attack first, talk second. ‘Course the other gits just saw him knock back his chair with a flask of whatever he’d poured himself last night and thought for a second he was trollied.

 He always loved it when the other blokes did that. Fuckin’ hell, where was Zatanna when you needed her?

 He would’ve cracked a smile when the rest of them finally got the memo that sumthin’ foul was afoot, but John was too focused on the fact that he recognized the magic to try and play this off as anything but deadly serious. Why was he the only one here that was able to deal with this particular brand of chaos? Why couldn’t he have bloody stayed home like all the other bloody times he’d missed a meeting?

 The magic was perceptible now, a swirling red cloud hovering over the conference table like it might start raining blood, a static in the air, the smell of lamp oil and chaos magic making John's nose twitch. There wasn’t any use in trying to fool himself as a figure formed in the cloud, and any trace of those lovely effects of his bevvy of choice went straight out the airlock.

 A pale-faced child emerged from the mist, curly black hair with two styled points partially obscuring a set of beady black eyes that looked down their nose at the group surrounding the table.

 “Klarion,” the teen turned to John, expression unusually flat. The witch boy Hadn’t yet said anything, and his blasted familiar kept its place on his shoulder, hissing but not leaping into action.

 Now that John got a good look at the chaos magic user he almost wanted to look surprised. Klarion had changed his style; no longer was he dressed in puritan settler chic, now he wore dark jeans with black converse, a white t-shirt with the runic symbol for creation in red, and a black sleeveless overcoat. It looked grunge, and John could almost appreciate it.

 Almost.

 “Now what does the infamous Witch Boy need that he’s ‘ported in 'on our lovely gathering?” John asked, seeing as the teen (an’ he looked like a proper teen now, didn’ he?) wasn’t feeling especially chatty. His defensive spell was almost complete, if John could just keep the lil shit distracted for a little longer-

 “Stupid heroes, I have come because I have a task for you,” the Witch boy announced, looking like he sucked a lemon while saying it.

 John could see a few others in the room looking at each other in confusion, but he kept his eyes firm on the brat in front of him. “Oh? An’ what task would require our services, oh mighty mage?”

 The Witch Boy’s eyes narrowed at him, clearly not liking the sarcasm in his tone. Surprisingly, to him at least, Klarion turned to Superman, not falling to the taunt like he would’ve before.

 “Someone I respect has been captured by the American government, and while I would have no problem raising the place to the ground myself-” more than a few of the heroes present tense at that, “-this person would only find more trouble in me doing so.”

 Now that brought up a nice heap of questions for the surrounding men in tights. Why, or better yet how does Klarion know someone that needs help from the Justice League. Someone who he apparently respects enough to go for help from a group of stuffy adults with sticks shoved so far up their-

 "And why should we help you?" The big ol' Bat asks what's on the tip of everyone's tongues.

 Klarion turns to the Caped Crusader with the most serious expression John had ever seen on the Witch Boy. "Because the High King of the Dead needs help escaping the living, and you guys love to make sure this stupid plane of existence doesn't fall to war."

~~~~~

   "You seriously aren't helping, Witch Boy!" Danny calls out to the cackling teenager as he evades yet another tentacle from the thing coming out of the side of a large floating island. More of a mountain, really, but Danny's a little too tied up to care.

 "Hit 'em again!" The pale-faced teen on the sidelines jeered as the ghost boy shot off another volley of ectoblasts towards what he's starting to dub as a hermit-ectopus. Grimacing, Danny did just that, raining a hail of green towards the writing mass of tentacles, finally pushing the thing back in its cave enough so that he could seal the entrance with ice.

 With that out of the way, Danny could finally take a breather. He put his hands on his knees for stability as he panted, annoyed. Ancients curse that stupid Witch Boy, he may not need to breathe in this form, but that was one hell of a workout. 

 The cackling to his left was finally starting to die down, but not before he heard the idiot making his way closer. One final exhale and he straightened back up, giving the other teen a side glare Mr. Lancer would be proud of.

 "Give me one good reason I shouldn't soup you right now, cat boy," he demanded with a scowl as he crossed his arms.

 "'Cause you still need me to help you get that stupid antidote for your stupid friends!" Klarion quipped back immediately, smug smirk stuck on his face. "Besides, it's not like your weak little can'll be able to do anything to me."

 "You're the one who poisoned them in the first place," he sneered back, letting his hatred of the other boy leak out through his aura while trying not to worry himself over Sam and Tucker back home.

 Klarion got closer, smirk growing menacingly wider, "Well who was the ghost that kept ignoring me? This is your fault and you know it."

 Danny said nothing, just punched Klarion in the face before flying off into the mountain grumbling, leaving the Witch Boy to deal with the blood falling onto his tie by himself.

~~~~~

   "Constantine, what do you know about this 'High King of the Dead'?" Batman asked after pulling the mage into the hall. They had left Superman to deal with the details and negotiations. He's always been better at that.

 "Not much, Batsy," John sighed, really wishing he could pull out a smoke. If it weren't for those blasted 'no smoking' rules the furry in front of him enforced, he'd be chugging like a train right 'bout now.

 Batman simply glared at the man for a moment before John got the unsaid ‘well, get on with it’. “Alright, alright, I do know some things, but I don’t know how useful they’ll be!”

 “Explain.”

 John sighed, “Not much information about the ruling body of the dead gets through to the realm of the living, that whole ‘dead men tell no tales’ bit. What I know of a King of the dead was that he was a right bastard that wanted his cake and e’ryone else's. Got locked in some coffin or what have you by his ruling court, and hasn’t been heard from for about two millennia ‘til the new one came about.”

 “And this new king, is he anything like the last one?”

 Before John could confirm or contradict the question a sharp laugh came from the other side of the conference doors. The two detectives looked at each other before heading back in, Klarion watching from his seat on the table as they rejoined the group.

 “The new High King of the Dead is nothing like the last one,” the Witch Boy stated with a sneer.

 Batman turned to Superman, asking with a silent tilt of the head. He got a head shake and shrug in return. “We were talking about why he would need us specifically when he just started laughing.”

 “Oh?” The occult detective spoke up, “And what makes you say that? If you respect him he must be pretty similar, eh? Why do you or him need our help?”

 Klarion looked down, a pinched expression taking over his face. “He’s nothing like me. He’s good.”

~~~~~

   Wind tore through Danny’s hair as he flew up to the massive Vortex rampaging through mid- America. He could barely see five feet in front of him before a tree or the rare car nearly takes him out of the sky. Klarion’s magic could be seen on his ten o’clock, trying to stop the raging wind before it throws something at him too. Danny dove to grab onto the magic caster, turning him intangible before the broad side of a barn could crash into him.

 “What did you even do to make him this angry‽” Danny yells over the wind, pulling the concentrating Witch boy to another spot so they could be harder to hit. It doesn’t help, as half a tree still nearly decapitates them.

 “Absolutely nothing!” Klarion ground back through his teeth, “He just started chasing me through the Realms! I thought I could lose him in this plane but he just followed me!”

 Another tree sailed their way, and Danny had to drag the other teen out of its path. He shot a volley of ectoblasts at some clumps of dirt launching themselves at them, breaking them up before they were close enough to hit them.

 “How long ‘til your spell finishes‽” Danny asks, throwing more ectoblasts into the swirling vortex of carnage. The tornado consumes them greedily, returning fire with debris from an old storage barn it had picked up.

 “Not fast enough!” Klarion shouts back, now flying under his own power as the harder parts of the spell conclude.

 They weave through projectiles after that, Danny obliterating the larger objects thrown their way so Klarion could focus more on his spell. They were at least lucky enough that they had lured Vortex out to farm country, where they could easily provoke him out of the way of any towns. That left just the crops and their tools for the weather ghost to throw.

 At least, until Danny spotted some larger buildings.

 “Better speed that spell up, Witch Boy!” Danny urged, realizing they were heading towards the city, and fast.

 “I’m going as fast as I can!” Was all the other teen could retort as he ground his teeth further, doubling his efforts anyway. Red light swirled fiercely around the pale boy, encircling him and his familiar before suddenly launching outwards to wrap around the tornado. The wind picked it up easily, quickly turning the angry winds and clouds above a sickening blood red colour. A triumphant grin spreads across Klarion’s face at the turn of events, a giggle bubbling up before being stolen by the wind. Danny would almost be scared at the situation if it were him that smile was going against, but right now he was just a little relieved.

 Klarion spoke one final word to his spell, and with it the red smoke pulsed bright, lighting up the whole cloud before the funnel just disappeared, leaving some dark yet still clouds above them. Danny could only stare at the sight in awe.

 “What did you do dude?” He asked, noticing the odd change in the air around them. It was strangely still, almost-

 “I froze the air in place, of course,” Klarion huffed hotly, and Danny turned his awed gaze to the teen next to him.

 “You froze the air?” 

 “Well,” Klarion’s cheeks started to gain an almost normal complexion as his blush rose at the attention. “It’s not frozen frozen, but I made it so it wouldn’t move. So yes, I froze the air.”

 When Danny didn’t move or change his expression Klarion’s blush only grew. Teekl gave a lax “meow” from the Witch Boy’s shoulders, breaking Danny’s trance and allowing Klarion the time to unruffle his proverbial feathers. The witch Boy coughed lightly in his hand as he turned away.

 “Teekl’s right, shouldn’t you be doing your job now? I’ve done all the hard work, pick up the slack Ghost Boy.” Only his familiar saw the light green blush spread over the ghosts cheeks before he gave a nod and flew off towards where he could sense the weather spirit.

 “Meow,” Teekl commented playfully.

 Klarion blushed harder, “Oh shut up you hairball.”

~~~~~

   The Javelin was speeding into earth's atmosphere towards the Americas, half of the Leaguers who had been in the meeting previously plus one chaos mage nestled inside. They had decided an impromptu rescue mission was in order, despite some worries of the Witch Boy leading item into a trap.

 Batman remedied this by keeping Superman on standby, Shazam on call, and taking Manhunter with them to catch any lies the teen might be telling them.

 The plane was dead quiet, and it was honestly making Hal antsy, especially sitting so close to someone they consider an enemy. His solution? Small talk.

 “So,” the green lantern drawled as he swiveled his chair to face the teen. “From the way you talk about this King it sounds like you have something a little more than ‘respect’ for the guy. Care to elaborate?”

 Klarion gave the Green Lantern a long side eye, making Hal even antsier in his seat. Seriously, how can a kid this dorky be this creepy?

 A terse meow from the cat in the boy’s lap and the stare broke, and suddenly Hal felt he could breathe again. Klarion sighed heavily, like the topic exhausted him before he even started, but before Hal could rescind his words the Witch Boy was talking.

 “The King of the Dead and I have known each other for a few years now,” he started. “And while at the beginning we were basically at each other's throats, after his coronation we figured out we didn’t really want to be enemies anymore. Looking back we had probably already decided that without saying anything, but it just got awkward to think about after.”

 “This king was crowned recently?” Batman asked from his place at the wheel.

 “Within the last three years, if I remember right,” Klarion replied flippantly. The Bat nodded, taking his focus back to flying to their charted destination. Not wanting more stifling silence, Hal picked the conversation back up.

 “If you’ve known the King of the Dead for over three years you guys must be pretty close, huh?”

 The Witch Boy huffed, “Yes, you could say that.”

 “So could you maybe tell us more about him? What’s he like? Does he have a hobby? Don’t leave us hanging man!” Hal was encroaching on a jeer with his tone, though he died down quickly at the flat stare he received from both mage and familiar. If Diana hadn’t spoken up he might've been afraid of turning into a toad.

 “I am also curious, Klarion. You haven’t told us much about someone you seem to care greatly over, anything you could tell us about them would help us settle whatever dealings they have with the American government.” At the moment the princess mentioned the government Teekl was on alert, Klarion’s expression soured with the change.

 “The ‘dealings’ they have with your stupid higher powers is that they want to hunt his kind for sport and resources,” He spat, to the astonishment of the league members. Bruce and Diana shared a glance from the front seats, dread seeping into Bruce’s gut at the news.

 “Could you explain that further? We need to know if we want to fix this,” Diana asked more seriously, motioning for Hal to take her seat as copilot so she could focus more on the conversation at hand.

 (Hal was thankful for the distraction.)

 “Your government,” the teen hissed, eyes glinting dangerously red before settling back to their eerie black. “Has been trying to catch Phantom since before I met him. They’ve deemed anything that holds ectoplasm in their body as unfeeling and mindless, and deemed them worthy of extermination and experimentation.”

 “That can’t be legal, non-humans are protected under the Metahuman rights acts.” Diana comments with a frown.

 Klarion rolls his eyes at the princess, “Everyone says that when they hear it, but I assure you, Phantom has talked my ear off about the Anti-ecto acts more times than I care to count. They’re real, and heavily enforced.”

 Diana gave a sidelong glance to the front of the ship, noticing Batman already searching for these ‘acts’ while ever so slightly speeding up their flight. It was worrying that even Bruce didn’t know about this, considering his incessant need to keep up with things that could inevitably cause harm to those he wants to protect. She left that for him to deal with, refocusing the conversation back to lighter topics. “You mentioned ‘Phantom’, is this the king’s name?”

 The Witch Boy gave a small hum, hand moving to idly stroke Teekl’s fur as they settled with the change of topic. “He told me it was originally the name he chose for himself when he started protecting his little town, and by the time he was crowned the ghosts all knew him by that name and it stuck.”

 “Oh? The king is a hero?” Aside from Deadman, she had never heard of any spirits calling themselves heroes. Though it wasn’t entirely a surprise that another spirit wished to help others from beyond the grave.

 Another hum from the teen in front of her, face reading more thoughtful as he presumably went back to the first time they had met. “Yes, he was doing something incredibly stupid, though he called it ‘heroic’ at the time. I still don’t see why he needed to destroy that artifact after he rewrote reality, but then again he was still a boy when he did that.”

 …

 “Pardon?” Diana said, stunned. Klarion either didn't notice the stunned silence he had created or didn’t care as he continued.

 “After that I went to play with him every so often, sometimes playing a few pranks so he would stop ignoring me. He absolutely hated me when we first started, but I like to think I grew on him,” the Witch Boy gave a smirk at the memory, still not noticing the silence in the shuttle.

 She could feel Hal’s eyes on them, incredulity practically oozing from his seat in front of her. Instead of meeting the Green Lanterns with one that was sure to match, she looked to J’onn, who had quietly been assessing their guest the whole flight. He had his head cocked as he faced the teen, but nodded when Diana turned. The boy told no lies.

 They might need to reassess this King of the Dead’s threat level.

~~~~~

   A cacophony of cheers resound in the courtyard of Pariah’s Keep, now renamed officially to Phantom’s Fortress with the crowning of the new king. Danny peered out from beyond the curtain to the courtyard, his ascendance ceremony freshly ended and a crown of arora and ice twirling lazily over his snow white hair.

 “I still can’t believe this many ghosts want me on the throne… I thought everyone hated me with the way I chase them out of Amity all the time…” He marveled to himself, still not quite believing what just happened. He was a King now. He had people to rule. And they actually liked him.

 Though with the reputation of the last king, he supposed that a potato could’ve taken the throne and they would’ve been happy.

 “Is it that hard to believe that maybe you aren’t that hard to like?” A voice jokes from behind the new king, and turning from his peeping spot he couldn’t help the grin that spread. Klarion was standing not too far behind him, one arm behind his back in the clothes they picked out together. He looked good, like he belonged in this century now, and even with his posture radiating nervous energy, Danny could tell he was a lot more comfortable in a t-shirt and jeans than that stuffy puritan suit.

 “I was thinking those odds were in-phantasmal, but I guess the chance was higher than I thought. I’m glad you could make it.” His smile grew slightly at the pink tint to the Witch Boy’s ears, but he went against the thought of pointing out how cute it was.

 Klarion scoffed, as though the notion of not coming was even something that crossed his mind. “As a lord of chaos, it would be remiss of me to not show up for the coronation of a potential fellow lord. Besides, you asked me to come specifically, it would be impolite to refuse.”

 Danny gave a snort at the response, he knew very well that if the other teen didn’t want to be here he would’ve refused the invitation outright. It was nice not having to fight the other anymore, after the battle with Vortex they started fighting less and hanging out more, Danny could even take him to the mall now without a struggle. Sure, Klarion was still trapped in the past with his underground village, but slowly he was starting to relax, have some fun that didn’t destroy everything around him.

 It was nice to hang out with someone he didn’t have to hold back with.

 “So, is there a reason you’re just standing there awkwardly?” Danny asked, letting a chuckle escape at the flat stare he received. A year ago he would’ve gotten a magic blast to the face for that.

 Instead Klarion sighed, eyes glancing around the ornate hall before sighing again. “I figured- I mean- I- ugh…” the Witch Boy kept stuttering before petering off into a grumble. Danny accidentally let another chuckle escape at how cute the other teen was being, causing said teen to glare a hole into the carpet, before letting out a growl. He stomped up to Danny, so close he had to back up a step or they would be in each other's personal space, and suddenly his vision was full of orange and purple with a spatter of red.

 Another step back put the colours in focus. A bouquet of flowers was being thrust towards him by a furiously blushing Klarion, whose eyes were currently on a rather interesting vase.

 “What are these for?” Danny asked as he relieved the bouquet from the others' vice grip.

 “For you, to congratulate you on becoming king. The orange ones are lilies, the purple flowers are irises and gerberas, and the little red ones are bloody williams. The lady at the store said they say “I’m happy for your success” in flower language.” Klarion looked like he was ready to say more, he probably had a whole speech about these, but Danny just couldn’t get over the fact that one of the biggest (previous) pains in his ass just started blushing and gave him flowers.

 “Thank you,” he said, cutting off whatever Klarion was rambling about with a genuine smile. Klarion stared for a second, before blinking and clearing his throat.

 “Of course,” he replied, blush spreading all the way down his neck.

~~~~~

   The Javelin touched down a ways off of a squat white building. It was rather nondescript, save for the perimeter fencing circling the compound lined with guards.

 “This is the place?” Batman asked tersely as they disembarked the plane. None of the armed men had seen them yet, it would give them the advantage in the infiltration.

 “I wouldn’t lie to you about something so important,” the Witch Boy replied, narrowing his eyes at the compound before them. He could feel Danny in there, the strange mix of life and death energies radiating off the half-ghost was an ever present comfort to the Witch boy by now, and he was especially glad for it now.

 He wouldn’t have been able to find him so quickly without it.

 “I sense something heavy in the compound,” Manhunter noted with a frown.

 Batman, ever the detective, wanted to know more, “Elaborate.”

 The martian’s face twisted as he focused, reaching out with his mind to better read the heavy -no, oppressive- cloud that covered the compound, before gasping, recognition and anguish passing over as he physically recoiled. Green Lantern was there to steady him by the shoulders before he could so much as stumble.

 “What did you feel?” The Dark Knight compelled once it was clear there were no lasting effects of his reaching out.

 “Pain,” he replied shakily. “So much pain and suffering, hanging over the building like a fog. It is unnaturally powerful, if I hadn’t known beforehand, I would assume an entire city was under attack and not a single building.”

 The Dark Knight said nothing, simply taking what was said to heart. He moved forward with purpose, but before he could get too far a hand held him back. “Wait.”

 Batman looked down at the chaos mage, a single hand splayed out over his chest. “You need to know some things before I take you in there.”

 The  miniscule tilt of the taller man’s cowl was all Klarion needed to continue. “The facility is phase proof, the martian won’t be able to density shift through the walls, and the nature of their weapons are similar to Green Lantern’s constructs. You won’t get hurt badly if they hit you, but I’ve been told they burn.” All vital things to know. Batman's strategy would have to account for this, but he could still sense something from the teen, and so kept quiet.

 “And when we find Phantom? Get every agent you can out of there. He doesn’t like senseless killing, but I will not leave that building standing.”

 Batman gave a single nod, and with that Klarion enveloped the five in the red mist of his magic.

 ∆•∆•∆•∆

 The plan was rather simple, Wonder Woman and Green Lantern were to be dropped off at the entrance to the building as a distraction and to round up the agents while Klarion, Manhunter and Batman were to use Klarion’s magic to infiltrate and locate the King. Klarion’s mist acted as a memetic, letting the gaze of the agents fall past them on their way through the building as they ran deeper to where he could feel Danny. They had to be careful to not touch anyone though, as the moment they did they would be able to see them.

 “Why can’t you teleport us in?” Baman asked as they rounded another stark white corner into another stark white hall.

 “Death energies, do strange things to magic,” Klarion panted his reply. He was not used to actually running, and he couldn’t figure out why some humans actually liked doing the activity. “With so much, charged death and ectoplasm in the air, better to not cause an explosion. So soon.”

 Another swerve and he could feel Danny more, could almost taste that distinct flavour of citrus and menthol, the strange combination of ectoplasm and life that surrounded his ghost. The smell of citrus was strong though, and Klarion was desperately hoping he wasn’t too late with this rescue. The first real good thing he tries to do and he ends up a moment too late.

 “The source of the pain is drawing nearer,” Manhunter informs them as they pass a windowed room. Batman breaks off to take a look inside, calling to the other two to keep going. Klarion never stopped.

 One more corner and the acidic sour smell of citrus was assaulting their noses, and they started passing doors more resembling operating room entrances than offices. Lights were still on over a few as they passed, and Klarion made sure to snake a coil of mist into those that did, leaving screams and indistinct, cut off pleas in their wake. Those ones especially could rot in hell for all he cared, the smell of everdeath roiled off those rooms, alluding to whatever horrors might have been performed in them. He knew only a fraction of the ectoplasm spilt in there was from the one he cherished, but that made them no less guilty.

 The final turn led them to a hall lined with a different type of door, these ones steel grey tinted green. Klarion loathed to see the colours he associated with his spirit used in a mockery against him, keeping Danny away from him. He stalked down, using his magic to blow every door off its hinges as he passed until he hit the one his beloved was in. Turning to face it, he held up his hand, willing his magic to grasp it and tear it from the wall, throwing it down the hall and uncaring what was in the way.

 Emotion charged ectoplasm rolled out of the small cell, settling around their feet like fog and weakly intermingling with klarion’s magic.

 The sight made the mage want to puke. And weep. And decimate this measly world that would dare touch his soul like this.

 Were it not for the Martian's presence he just might have.

 Danny was there, shackled to the wall with chains at his wrists and ankles, head weighed heavy by the collar around his neck and the fucking muzzle on his face. The ghost made no move to the light that now filtered into the space, he hung limply from his chains, lifelessly. Only the faint glow around Danny’s frame gave away that he was not yet truly ended.

 But the green.

 A shaky breath from behind the mage reminded him where he was, and he urgently entered the room. He went to work on the manacles, seemingly seamless, but with one whispered word they were releasing Danny into his arms.

 “Is he?..” The martian started, too afraid to finish the sentence lest it become a reality.

 “No,” Klarion breathed out shakily. “No he’s still… He’ll recover.” He has to.

 “He’s so young,” Manhunter observed with a pained face as Klarion lowered to the floor of the cell, turning the ghost so he could hold him by the shoulders while he worked on getting his ankles freed.

 “He was even younger when he started,” with Danny's ankles freed, all that was left was the inhibitor collar and that damned muzzle. He did away with the muzzle first, desperate to see his cherished spirit's face. No magic was needed for it, thankfully, just a simple lock keeping it around the halfa’s face. Klarion gingerly removed the offending device, tossing it at a wall and making a note of obliterating it before he left. There were already chafe marks around Danny’s cheeks and on his nose, green and nearly raw from it pressing his jaw shut.

 How long has he been here for them to look so raw?

 Klarion had only been away for two months at the most, off on some insignificant errand after finding the piece of an artifact drifting in the Realms. Insignificant because apparently while he was away, his cherished one had gotten captured trying to save one of his people from this moronic group. When he had finally returned, he had to be informed about his capture. The rage he felt then… He hopes Danny wouldn’t be too mad at him for the damage he caused to the Fortress.

 A breathy groan followed by a sharp intake of breath and subsequent coughing brought Klarion out of his what if spiral. Danny was waking up, bleary eyed and confused at first -no doubt concerning his orientation- but a few seconds after the couches settled green eyes focused on black.

 “Hey, Rion,” the ghost king gave a small watery smile. “Glad you could finally make it. How was  your adventure?”

 “Stupid ghost-” Klarion has to reel back the power he was putting behind his voice with a breath that came out more like a sob. “Do you know how worried I was when you weren’t in Amity? In the Fortress? I was away for two damn months and you almost got yourself ended Danny!”

 Danny gave a chuckle that teetered into more of a cough as he weakly wiggled in Klarions lap. “They tried to grab Lunch Lady and Boxed Lunch, what was I supposed to do? It's my job as king to keep them safe-”

“NOT AT YOUR OWN EXPENSE YOU MORON!”

 The outburst silenced the ghost with a small snap of his jaw, followed by a cut off groan at the soreness from its disuse. A light cough broke the tense silence, and Danny sat up slightly to see what made it, eyes immediately sharp with alertness for any possible danger. His eyes landed on Martian Manhunter and that sharpness melted away to confusion.

 “Is that- why- Am I dreaming?” He stuttered, looking between the Justice leaguer and his lover. “Did I pass out so hard I’m actually dreaming my boyfriend came to save me with Martian Manhunter right now? Someone pinch me.” Klarion obliged the request and Danny yelped in pain. “Yep, okay, not a dream. Cool,” He whimpered, eyes now glued to the martian.

 Klarion went back to the task of freeing the ghost from his restraints, but hesitated before taking the collar off. “Do you have enough power to stay in this form if I take this off you?” He asked cautiously.

 Danny looked down, trying to see the band of metal around his neck, but quickly gave up with a sigh. “Probably not, it's taking most of my energy just to stay awake and talk right now.” He looked ashamed to say it, but Klarion was relieved to get a straight answer about his condition for once.

 “I’ll leave it on until we get you somewhere safe then,” Klarion whispered before readjusting his hands and standing up with the ghost boy bridal-style. The energy must have been draining from his cherished, as he only jolted at the movement. He could see Danny's eyes getting heavy, his head pitching forward before righting itself a few more times.

 “You’ll be there when I wake up… Right?” The Ghost boy asked, voice slurring with the effort to remain conscious. Klarion nodded once as he kissed the ghost's forehead -warmer than it should be- and walked back out of the cell. “Of course, my spirit. Rest.”

 One more wobbly nod and the ghost’s eyes closed. Klarion straightened, reigniting his magic with the help of Teekl and pushing it to blow the rest of the cell doors off their hinges. A few other ghosts floated out, and Manhunter helped a few more into the hall. They left slowly, with magical fire crackling in the prison that once held his spirit, catching the ectoplasm alight as the Witch Boy’s face contorted.

 ∆•∆•∆•∆

 The trip back to the Javelin was shorter than the trip into the facility, without the need to be covert they were able to retrace their steps through the building at a much faster pace. Batman regrouped with them just before the exit, and out in the grounds Green Lantern and Wonder Woman had done a great job of distracting and subduing most of the agents. One of them must have gone in and rounded up the scientists too, because they were tied up in a neat little pile a ways off.

 Good, he could burn this place to the ground without worry then.

 Klarion didn’t stop his stride out the compound as his magic spread to lick the walls, fire sparking to life where it touched. He didn’t stop to watch as the fire spread up the walls unnaturally fast, as it spread into the building through the holes it was melting in the reinforced glass. He didn’t pause when an explosion hit the air, the fire most likely finding the medical wing or the weapons vault.

 Klarion only stopped once Danny was securely in the small medbay of the Javelin, held securely in place for takeoff.

~~~~~

   Danny came to slowly, letting the ectoplasm of the Ghost Zone fill his lungs as he breathed deeply… Wait. Ectoplasm? Ghost Zone?? Lungs???

 Screw waking up slowly, Danny bolted up from wherever he was sleeping… and immediately regretted it. A massive headache assaulted his senses, along with about a dozen other aches and pains from his capture, most notably his jaw and starving stomach. Still, assessing the situation came before anything else, so he tried to make himself vertical despite his body's protests. Until a hand on his chest stopped him.

 Klarion met his bleary eyed confusion with a stern stare. He pushed down once more and this time Danny didn’t protest the movement. “It wasn’t a dream?” Danny croaked out, only a little bit surprised at how dry his voice sounded.

 “No it wasn’t a dream,” Klarion replied softly as he pressed a straw to Danny's lips. He was grateful for the first full drink of water he’d gotten in… he doesn't remember how long.

 “And Martian Manhinter? Was he real too then?” Danny asked when his throat no longer felt like sandpaper. Klarion hummed an affirmative as he put the cup back on the nightstand, idly stroking Teelke with his offhand. He takes a second to process that before he nearly bolts up again, startling the familiar and mage alike.

 “Is the Justice League here‽‽”

 A pregnant pause followed the exclamation before the Witch Boy gave a snort, snickering to avoid outright laughing at the bedridden ghost. “No, I left the little humans to fly back to their clubhouse while I took you back to the Realms with a portal.”

 Deflating with the explanation, Danny’s eyes travelled the embroidered constellations on the canopy of his bed, finally relaxing enough to appreciate where he was. Home. He took another deep breath, feeling his ectoplasm replenish itself more than it had in the last month in the GIW facility. The ectoplasm combined with the pine and fire smell of the mage sitting beside him only enforced the fact that he wasn’t there anymore. Tears threatened to fall with that thought.

 His boyfriend came for him. He didn’t doubt he would, but the days passed along and he was starting to lose hope. But not only did Rion come for him, he brought the Justice League, a group he knows Rion has beef with. Traitorously, a tear managed to escape and roll down into his hair.

 “You know, I’ll have to go talk to the League now that you’ve told them about me,” Danny commented, desperate to get out of those thoughts and ignoring the way his voice wobbled.

 “I’m sure you will,” Rion replied, no doubt with a roll of his eyes. “But you need to heal first. You’re in no shape to go talk to a bunch of stupid humans right now.”

 Danny gave a snort, “Those ‘stupid humans’ helped you get me back, right? Maybe drop the stupid when we see them next.”

 Rion only grunted in reply, and so they lapsed into silence again. Danny felt sleep pulling at his mind again, now that he knew he was truly safe with his beloved mage beside him. He didn't fight it for long, but he needed to say one more thing before he truly allowed himself to start healing.

 “Rion,” he mumbled out, getting the attention of the mage with a hum. “Thanks for coming to get me, love you.”

 A rare kind of smile passed the pale teen’s lips then, soft and kind. “I love you too, Danny.”

[idkanametoputhere]

Flinches

type: angst

pronouns: they/them

hotel: trivago

tw: mentions of scars, being hurt in general, mental and physical health collapsing, etc.

slight chapter 6 spoilers

reposting it

masterlist<3 part 2

the prefect of ramshackle, a student that had a good relationship with pretty much everyone they interacted. known for being confident, self-assured, strong and above all fearless. or maybe irrational, who knows?

those are all positive characteristics that got them known as a powerful cahracter amongst all Night Raven students, even though they were incapable of using magic. so it came as a surprise to some students when someone raised their hand to high-five them and they flinched

but it wasn't weird, in fact, if someone really knew the prefect, they would've expected it

it started when they discovered that magic was a thing in this twisted universe they got teleported into. I mean, don't get them wrong, it was very cool but it was terrifying attending a school full of powerful magic users. and they couldn't even understand how magic worked, therefore in their mind, every move could be an attack against the weakest student in that school

and then they saw the horrible side of magic, overblots

the first overblot happened in the first month of them attending NRC. just as they were slowly getting used to magic, they saw how it could corrupt someone. and they felt guilty for driving the heartslabyul dormleader to the point of becoming the red rose tyrrant, as well as not stopping ace's actions

and so they helped as much as they could against the overblot. their quick way of thought and lack of fear, as well as their ability to keep everyone calm was essential to winning against riddle's overblot. he apologized and no one was too harmed

except from the prefect, whose body was not used to magic and therefore was more prone to being hurt by it. they didn't even realize it until later in the night when they took off their uniform just to see a big red mark around their neck, cause by the heavy collar of wrongdoings that riddle casts around one's neck, along with some tiny scars from the rose bushes

but it was okay, nothing a little makeup from sam's store or some proper injury treatment couldn't help with, right?

and then came the second overblot. and once again, feeling slightly guilty, the prefect helped with fighting off the overblot. the king of beast was a more difficult opponent, but the prefect wasn't scared. they had to stay calm so they could think clearly and therefore win against the monster they had helped create

and they won, and nothing was too bad. if you ignore the way one of their wrists was thinner than the other one, and redder, an almost hand-like imprint on it, almost as if someone grabbed their wrist and it started turning into dust. but it was okay, they just started wearing some gloves that reached up to higher up in their arms than their wrist, it was getting colder after all so it wasn't too weird

and of course, no one dared to speak a word of hiw the beloved prefect would sometimes wince when writing or how there had been multiple instances of them carrying something in their closed hand and drop it while holding their wrist

but the prefect was alright. yeah they were okay

the third overblot came quickly after this one and it made them wonder, how come they didn't consider this as a flaw in their plan? I mean, they had now learned that overblots were not that uncommon. how come the usually sharp prefect was not as collected as usual?

but that didn't matter, they had an overblot to stop. and they stopped it, with the only drawback being the few suction cup marks around their waist and torso and how they were constantly cold, shivering at any given point

but I mean, at least azul was okay, right?

and then there was the holiday break. it was the first holiday break that they wouldn't be spending with their parents. it was lonely to say the least. even the flaming cat-like companion of theirs could not warm their hearts

but the scarabia students did. they welcomed the prefect and their cat friend with open arms, making them feel at home. until of course it all came crashing down when jamil overblotted

and people werent there to help them. I mean, sure the octavenille trio was there but there was no one the prefect could feel comfortable with. but they had to win the overblot, they HAD to win it

and win they did, only a few permanent marks and bruises on their body being left as a reminder of how much they gave for the boys of twisted wonderland

their theory was only fuether proved during the festival. oh how they had forgotten of all the horrible things that happen in this world, they just wanted to see a friendly competition, like the ones they had back home

what they weren't expecting is to be poisoned. poisoned by the fairest queen himself, the person who they admired, poisoned by them. the bitter taste of the liquid they drank was one they'd never forget

but there they were fighting against the overblots once again, their forehead bleeding from a random piece of the stage that fell on them and their body slowly giving out due to the poison

but the overblot was defeated, the housewarden of pomefiore was back, the stage was fixed, the festival was continued and a cure for the poison was given to the prefect

but that cure could not take care of the scar on their forehead or the black veins that stared on their neck and ended on their stomach, like a spider web that permanently stained their body and blood with the horrible poison, that often gave them a lot of pain

but they had to move forward

they. had. to. move. forward.

and then there was idea's overblot. it was a shame really, the sob story of him losing his beloved brother and how he was to blame. almost made the prefect sad, you know if they weren't fighting for their life that is

but they fought and won and got the third-year back, and ortho took care of them. but he couldn't take care of the large burn marks that made it difficult for the prefect to move

but everything was fine

no

no

NO

NOTHING was fine

the prefect looked at themself at the mirror one night after taking a shower, but they only saw a monster. full of scars, discolored body parts, marks. things that no one could heal

and the scars were not only physical

I wonder, how many times did the prefect wake up with horrible nightmares, a sick feeling to their stomach? or how many days did they collapse the moment they got back to ramshackle? and how many times did they talk to their friends through gritting teeth, the pain being overwhelming from them?

but no one noticed. hell, the prefect could bet that no one cared. but then it happened

someone tried to high five them and they flinched. they tried to play it off, but ended up running away in guilt and embarassment. but it was enough

oh it was enough

enough for the people who considered the prefect their friend to understand how fucked up they were. enough to make them understand hiw they had to try and help them

but the damage had already been done and it was irreversible.

original A/N: OMG I LOVE THIS I HAVENT WRITTEN SMTH THIS LONG IN A WHILE BUT I LOVE IT

new A/N: I'm reposting this cause it flopped last time but aanywho haha tumblr tou are so cool and good and nice and lovely please show my writing to ppl it took me 2 days to write this

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Burning Hearts Chapter 9

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: *SLOW BURN BUT IT GETS HOT HERE* You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

WC: 2800

Taglist: @cottoncandyloverrrr @nothing-but-brass @zoros-fourth-sword

Burning Hearts Chapter 9: Carpe Momentum (Seize the Moment)

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The summer heat had crept in. The trees on the island were full and green, the wildlife was emerging from their slumber, and the ocean waters surrounding the area began to warm. But your favorite part of course, was how lush and bountiful the garden was looking. Each night you were bringing in baskets full of fresh produce and cooking a huge meal to feed the Heart Pirates. Your efforts were met with great praise from the crew, but you didn’t care, you just loved having a garden again. 

You also turned one of the storage sheds with a skylight into a makeshift grow house for your *special* plants… Law had either not noticed it yet or was making a choice to ignore it. 

It was a hot, muggy morning and you were knelt down in the garden harvesting fresh garlic and asparagus for the soup you had planned to prepare tonight. You hummed one of Brook’s signature tunes to yourself as you dug your shears into the soil. Suddenly,  you hear the heavy door to the base swing open. You turn your head and place your hand over your brow to block the sunlight from obscuring your vision. 

It was Penguin. He waves as he walks towards you. You return the wave. 

“Hey!” 

“Howdy. What brings you into my dojo?” You smile.

“Captain’s called a meeting. Said to meet in 15 minutes.”

“Thanks, I’ll head in. You want a strawberry? Just picked em.” You hold out a large, bright red berry. 

“Oh man, do I!!” Penguin greedily snatches the berry and gobbles it up. He smiles at its sweet taste. “Are you sure you can’t stay here forever? I don’t think I can go back to rice balls and chicken breast after this.” 

You chuckle. 

“Spend some time out here and learn to do it yourself! Once you can grow your own food, you won’t miss me at all, I promise.” 

“Hey, I think we’d still miss you. Anyway, see you in 15.” Penguin jogged back into the base and shut the door. 

You finished packing your basket full of produce and stand up. You dust the dirt off your gardening apron and pull your gloves off, stowing them in the basket. You head into the base, wondering what Law had schemed up now. 

— — 

You sat in a wheelie chair in the meeting room with your feet up on the conference table. 

“He’s gonna tell us he’s an Emperor now or something.” Ikkaku sits next to you and lazily runs her fingers through her curls. 

“Pfffttt.” You stretch your arms over your head. “Unless one of the four has a heart attack, I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

Law enters the crowded room and his crew straightens in their seats. You however, just turn your head in his direction. 

“As I’m sure most of you know, we’re low on supplies. So, I will be taking some of you in the Tang tomorrow to the nearest inhabited island to stock up. It may be a day trip, it may be overnight, depending on the sea condition and weather. Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo, you’ll be coming with me. The rest of you will stay here.”

“Wait, I want to go!” You drop your legs to the floor and sit up.

“No, you’ll stay here. I want to make sure your ankle is healed.” 

“Come on! I haven’t left this place since I got here. It’s been months. My ankle is fine. I’ve been wearing these jumpsuits and Ikkaku’s hand me downs this whole time,” You nod towards Ikkaku. “No offense.” 

She puts up her hands. 

“None taken.”

“Please, let me go with you.” You stand up and meet Law’s eyes. He sighs. A long pause follows your plea. 

“Fine. You’ll keep a low profile. We leave at 8 AM. Carry on.”

“Yes!” You clasp your hands together. 

Law exits the meeting room.

“Wait, does this mean we’re getting more booze tomorrow…?” Penguin speaks up.

“Meaning that we can drink everything we have tonight…?” Shachi rubs his hands together. 

You turn back to the crew and grin. 

“YES!” You all shout together, a few crew members sharing high fives. 

— — 

You sigh in relief as you rinse the grit and grime from both training and your work in the garden off of your body. The hot water was cascading through your hair therapeutically. 

You finish washing your tresses and turn off the water. Upon exiting the shower stall in your towel, you find Ikkaku at the counter, contents of your small cosmetic bag spilled out on the sink. 

“You said I could borrow some makeup any time, sorry I didn’t ask!”

“You’re fine! I meant it, really any time.” You start to dry your hair with another towel and you notice Ikkaku applying some eyeliner… badly. 

“Do you… want help?” You cock your head and smirk. 

Ikkaku sighs. 

“Very much. Yes. I look like Pagliacci.”

You look at each other and smile. 

“But doctor!” You yell. 

“I AM PAGLIACCI!” Ikkaku responds. 

You both burst into laughter. 

Once composing yourself, you sit on the counter next to Ikkaku and begin to apply the makeup to her lids. “So… what inspired this little makeover?” You ask.

“Nothing…” Ikkaku says quietly. 

“This wouldn’t have to do with the bouquet of flowers I saw Penguin taking from my garden last week, would it?” You cock your head. 

“Definitely not.” Ikkaku tries to hide a smirk as you brush mascara onto her lashes. 

“Right, of course.” You smile. “Ok done. Open.” 

Ikkaku opens her eyes and turns her head to look in the mirror. She gasps softly. 

“Perfect!” 

“Perfect indeed. Now hurry up and let me get ready, there’s booze to drink!”

“You’re right, we have to get a head start so the boys don’t guzzle it all.” 

— — 

After spending the next hour getting ready, You and Ikkaku join the rest of the crew in the galley… minus Law, that is. The double metal doors swing open and the two of you walk in. You are both met with open mouths and wide eyed stares. 

“Wow, Ikkaku you look…” Penguin begins. 

“Like a girl! Wow!” Shachi interjects. 

“Ok, asshole. Not my fault you’ve never seen one before. Where’s the booze?” She asks after rolling her eyes at her crew mate. 

“I’m glad you asked! I poured all the rest of the liquor we had in a trash bin, then filled it with soda and Daisy’s strawberries. It sounds terrible, but I promise it’s good!”

“You used my fruit to make jungle juice? You heathen!” You slap Shachi hard from across the counter. He shudders. You look down at the pink concoction below you. “I will have some, though…” 

You grab a plastic cup and scoop some of the punch up and take a sip. 

“Gross… but drinkable.” You nod your head back and forth, contemplating the flavors. You scoop another cup full of punch and hand it to Ikkaku. “Bottoms up, girlie.” You cheers your glasses as she takes hers from your hand. 

— — 

An hour of drinking games goes by and you find yourself seated at the dining room table in a game of Never Have I Ever. 

“Never have I ever peed in the bathroom sink!” Ikkaku glares at many of the male members of the crew as she spits out her question. 

“Oh my god…” 

Several crew members groan and put a finger down and take a drink. You definitely don’t. You make a mental note to be careful of where you leave your toothbrush. 

The door to the galley swings open and Law enters quietly wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. 

“Captain! Come drink and play with us! There’s plenty more!” Penguin drunkenly waves towards his captain. 

“No, that’s quite alright. I have work to do.” Law stoically replies. 

You roll your eyes. You stand up and approach the booze bucket ro refill your cup. You grab another cup it and fill it as well. You extend the cup towards Law’s chest. 

“Come on. One drink won’t kill you.” You wink. 

Law gulps. 

“I… I guess it wouldn’t…” He hesitantly accepts the cup and joins you at the table. As he sat down he was met with riotous cheers from his crew that he tried to wave away. 

“Ok so, we’re playing Never Have I Ever. Put up 5 fingers and every time someone says something you’ve done you put one down and drink. If you get to 0, you have to finish your drink.” Shachi nervously explains the rules to his straight edge captain. 

“Seems easy enough.” 

“Great. Well, Peng, it’s your turn.” 

“Ah yes! Never have I ever… been a Straw Hat Pirate!” Penguin laughs as he finishes his sentence. 

“Oh that’s such bullshit…” You put your pointer finger down and take a big swig of your drink. 

You could have sword you saw Law smile. 

“Ok ok my turn!” Bepo claps his paws. “Never have I ever, not been a polar bear mink!”

The room groans and everyone reaches for their beverage. 

“Never have I ever… kissed a man!” Shachi shouts. 

You look at Ikkaku and you both roll your eyes.

“We have to start adding more rules to this game before I get alcohol poisoning.” Ikkaku complains as she takes a drink.

“Big agree.” You sigh as you take another sip.

“We have to sabotage someone else, or else we’re on the floor.” She whispers to you. 

*easy* you think. 

“Never have I ever performed heart surgery.”  You say confidently. 

Law turns his head to look at you, he smirks. He drinks. 

“Never have I ever cut someones arms off…” Ikkaku follows up. 

You and Law both reach for your glasses… hey, you were a pirate? Who’s to judge?

“… and put them back on someone else!” Ikkaku continues. 

You draw back your hand and laugh. 

Law rolls his eyes and drinks. 

“Never have I ever grown illicit drugs in the storage shed in the yard.” Law blinks slowly with a sneaky smile. 

You chuckle, put a finger down and drink. 

You throw your hands up and whisper, “oops!” With a snigger. 

The game rounds the circle once again and many of you were close to losing. Your cheeks were hot and pink from the risqué questions and the alcohol coursing through your system. Both you and Law were on your third cup of alcohol, he was clearly handling his better than you were. 

You had the giggles, bad. 

“Never have I ever….. gone skinny dipping!” You laugh. 

“Obviously, you can’t fucking swim!” Penguin responds and everyone laughs. 

Next to you, you notice Ikkaku put her last finger down and finish her drink. 

“I’m out. I should quit while I’m ahead.” She stands from the table, wobbles for a bit, before excusing herself to her room. 

“I-, um” Penguin stands up awkwardly. “I should um, walk you back to your room! Make sure you get there safe, you know?” 

“Oh.. okay?” Ikkaku moves to leave the galley with Penguin behind her. 

After a few moments of silence, Shachi breaks the barrier. 

“I hope they finally do it, I’m so tired of hearing about it.” 

“What?”

“Dude where have you been? They’ve been flirting for MONTHS… you seriously haven’t noticed?” You question. 

“Hmm… guess I haven’t noticed.” Law huffs. 

“Whatever. Moving on. Never have I ever… been in a relationship.” Shachi states. 

You drink. 

Law drinks. 

All of your heads spin to Bepo, who was taking a sip…

“Bepo?!?” You question. 

“We were just kids! She kissed me on the playground! I think it counts!” 

The room erupts into laughter, including Law. 

“You never told me that one, Bepo! I’d love to hear more!” Law lets out a surprisingly loud laugh.

“Come on, Captain, it’s not like you ever talk about that sort of thing!” Bepo shoots back, his fluffy white cheeks tinged red. 

After the laughter subsides, Bepo continues with his turn. 

“Never have I ever kissed someone… with dark hair!” He crosses his big, furry arms, trying to get back at his crew mates. 

Shachi and you both take a drink. You look to your right and notice that Law does the same. Your mind wanders… what does someone have to do to be romantically attractive to Trafalgar Law? He was such a strange man… what turned him on?

“It’s your turn, D.” Shachi prompts you. 

“Oh yeah…” You ponder for a moment. “Never have I ever… HAD A PENIS!” You roll over laughing. 

The three remaining people at the table take drinks and gripe at your cheap shot. “Alright, we’re done. You two win. I’ve gotta head to bed if you want anyone to drive the Tang tomorrow. Goodnight!” Bepo grabs Shachi by the shoulder and carries him off to the staterooms. 

They left you and Law alone in the galley.

“Are we cleaning up tonight or-?” You ask as you rise from the table. 

“Nah, Uni has kitchen duty. Let him deal with it.” Law rises and stumbles a bit, not realizing how the alcohol would affect him. 

You laugh. 

“You okay, doc? Come on.” You grab Law’s hand to steady him. He winces a bit, but then he eases into your touch. 

“I’ll… I’ll walk you.. back to your room.. your ankle…” Law suddenly scoops an arm under your left armpit and supports your pained foot. 

“Oh, thanks!” You smile and he helps you hobble out of the galley and towards your room. 

It was clear that the two of you were just a little drunk, Law having nearly dropped you twice on the way to your stateroom and the both of you laughing it off. 

“I believe this is your stop, ma’am.” A slightly drunk Law gently lets go of your torso as the two of you reach your bedroom door. 

You chuckle. 

“Ah yes, door to door service! How professional! I give the ride service 5 stars!” You laugh and do your best to put your weight onto both feet as he lets go of you. 

“Oof!” You misstep and your ankle throbs, but you catch yourself. 

Law’s playful demeanor becomes serious. 

“You’re okay?” He asks. 

“Yeah… just a twinge. I’m fine, though…” You grin through the pain. 

“I don’t want you to be in pain…” Law barely whispers as he looks into your eyes. 

“I know…” You quietly respond… drawing your face closer to his.

Law licks his lips and looks at your mouth… 

Suddenly, you feel hands on either side of your face as Law smashes his lips onto yours. 

Your eyes snap open wide and your hands are frozen at your sides. Was Law really kissing you right now? Here? In the hallway? His eyes were slammed shut and fingers gripped your cheeks tightly. 

Law pulls back and catches his breath. He sees your bewildered expression. 

“Daisy I…” Law stutters as he backs up from you. 

“Law…” You step towards him. 

“No, I… I’m so sorry. I really am so sorry…-“

“Wait!” You reach out a hand to touch Law’s cheek but in a flash of blue light, Law had completely disappeared. A pebble clattered to the ground in his place. 

You stand in the hallway alone, trying to process what just happened. Law had kissed you. You were tipsy, but there was no denying or imagining that Law had just kissed you. It was purposeful. He grabbed your face and kissed you with fervor. Was it a good kiss? No. Did he have any idea how to kiss someone? Clearly no. Was there feeling?

yes. 

There was something behind that kiss… something you could feel… It wasn’t just a drunk attempt to get lucky… there was too much emotion, and you felt it through his grip. 

But he was gone now. You knew Law wouldn’t answer your call if you knocked on his door now… so you had best just call it a night. You enter your room and strip yourself of your pants and shirt before crawling into bed. After nestling your head between your pillows, you lift your right hand to your lips… Law had kissed you…

Now what?

xx 

*Authors Note*

OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING! WHAT'S THE PROCEDURE? WHAT'S THE PROCEDURE? IT'S HAPPENING! Happy Valentine's Day my loves! It took 9 chapters but we FINALLY got a little smooooooch! Comment and let me know if you want to be on the taglist for this series or you have any ideas for future chapters! Thanks and I love you :)

[pinejayy]

╰┈➤Powerful little Human || Yandere Upper Moons

summary: requested by @the-clumsy-clown - they asked for a gn reader with sans ability and how would the upper moons react to them being powerful. they also requested for the upper moon to be a yandere.

a/n: sorry for the long wait, i've been having a lot going on. but thank you for being so patient uwu. also i've never played undertale so I don't know so much about san's powers // I had to ask my boyfriend to explain about his powers and with me being slow I really didn't understand so I hope you enjoy this uwu

Kokushibo

Now he's quite impressed by your power, he didn't know a human could obtain this power. He came across you in the woods and you were messing around with a helpless demon.

And of course he wanted you to himself, he was Upper Moon 1 and he was already so powerful and imagine what a powerful couple you guys would be. So yes he would be selfish and take you away from your life.

He doesn't care if you have a lover, friends or family he will take you away and force his love to you, and if you dare use your powers on him he will snap your neck.

You've tried fighting him to get away from him but it's never really worked, you can't kill him unless you have a special sword so you're stuck with him.

You are always so quick to get away from him, as if you're teleporting. But he always finds a way to grab you and take hold of you. You aren't getting away from so easy.

Douma

Now he's crazy over you, your power is amazing. He loves how quick you are, yet he really doesn't understand how you move so quickly. Are you that quick on your feet or are you teleporting?

But that doesn't matter, Douma will befriend you and at the end he will take you away. Take you away somewhere new, and if dare try to escape him he will do everything in his power to get rid of you. How dare you not love him!

And if dare summon something to hurt him he won't hesitate to summon ice clones so they could kill you.

Douma loves you and he will do anything for you, heck he will even show you off to the other Upper Moons. They wouldn't care so much about you. The only one who would truly feel some kind of pity is Akaza.

He will praise you, and you better accept his sweet comments because if you don't he'll punish you.

Akaza

Now he would want to protect you at all cost, to the point where he locks you away, yes he understands that you have powers of your own but still what if you die? He would blame himself..

You hate him, you would kill him but you don't have a sword so you're pretty much screwed over.

There are some times where you try escaping him, and you always depend on your powers to help you out but he knows you so well, so he knows what you will throw at him. But the one thing he does struggle is keeping up with your speed.

He doesn't understand your speed like for example you could be in front of him and all of the sudden you are across the room.

Akaza will keep you locked up, he just wants you safe. What if a Demon Slayer takes you away from him! So he's keeping you away from everyone for your own good.

Hantengu

He will be afraid of you, he's scared that you would hurt him. So he tends to keep you happy. Because what if he loses you, or what if you run away from him. He can't live without you. But don't underestimate him because he can and will snap back to you. Which is scary because he's always such a coward.

But when you do threaten him he will spit himself off and then the clones will deal with your attitude. And there's nothing you can do, and the clones will most likely be more harsh towards you than him.

Especially Sekido, he will not hesitate to get physical with you. And using your powers on the clones won't do too good, yes you are powerful and all. But you're fighting four powerful demons. You would be overwhelmed.

When Sekido tries getting his hands on you, you dodge his attacks which will make him even more mad.

Hantengu feels awful for sending the clones to you, but you're scary to him.

Gyokko

Now how can someone like you have these powers, a human with powers. He never knew it was even possible, so when he came across you and discovered your true self he wanted to keep you.

He did what any selfish demon would do, he ripped you away from your peaceful life and he dragged you to his hidden home/cave. And if dare fight him he’ll make sure to punish you.

Gyokko forces you to show off your powers to the other demons, he gets a confidence boost. You’re basically a prize to him.

You’re not too fond with him, so whenever he wants to snuggle you and do couple stuff you teleport away from him but it’s no use, he has pots all over the place so the second you move away from him he’s already next to you. Grabbing you and forcing you into an uncomfortable embrace.

If you were to summon a Gaster Blaster he’ll return his Blood Demon Art on you.

Gyutaro

He would be the ruthless from the Upper Moons, he hates how a human has such powers. Why on earth were you blessed? When he was human he was treated horribly and for that he despises you but yet again you catch his attention.

He doesn’t understand this odd feeling towards you and he hates himself for it. So he basically forces you into a relationship with him, and he was quite aggressive about it too. So you better say yes to him.

He will definitely help you out with your abilities, he wants you to grow stronger. He doesn’t want to date someone who is weak.

He enjoys teaching you combat skills and you dodge his attacks and punches and he gets quite angry but also he’s quite impressed. And your speed is wonderful as well!!

You hope one day you can escape him…one day. But don’t get to hopeful he always has his eyes on you.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Clone wars headcanons that took me forever to edit

I feel like my last couple of headcanons have been mushy so I’ve decided to write some shit Ahsoka and Anakin do that piss each other off 

Ahsoka bites the skin around her nails all the time and most of the time she won't stop till they’re bleeding 

Anakin’s tried literally everything in the book to get her to stop 

He tried putting spices on her hands forgetting that she likes spicy food, he’s tried painting her nails (like that’ll do anything) but she keeps picking the paint off, now he just uses the force to remove them from her mouth 

That’s gotten a few growls from her but at least it makes her aware she’s doing it but it doesn’t stop her from bitting them a couple of seconds later

Honestly he’s given up and just sits in silence while she complains about the pain

Anakin paces whenever he’s even slightly nervous and she can tell how nervous he is depending on how fast he moves 

If he’s just kinda anxious he moves pretty slow but if he’s like one shirt caught on a door handle away from a panic attack he’s teleporting 

When Padme told him he was gonna be a dad he was ecstatic for about 24 hours but after that some invisible timer went off in his head he booked it to Ahsoka’s house (she lives down the street cause of course she does)

Walked into her room and woke her poor sleepy butt up with all his pacing 

Girl swears to this day he broke the damn sound barrier with how fast he was moving 

She just wordlessly sat up and patted her bed cause she knew she wasn’t gonna get any sleep until he did 

She sat by him and listened as he rattled off all his worries and only really stepped in when the darker thoughts surfaced when it was all said and done she turned to him and said “Now let me kriffing sleep” 

Should he have probably left the room yeah but he got a total of 30 minutes of “sleep” that night so it’s not surprising that he knocked the fuck out of

Padme was a little bit alarmed to wake up without Anakin but was quickly soothed when she read Ahsoka’s message “Your nerf herders with me” 

She knew the pregnancy would dredge up some unhappy feelings and she also knew Anakin can’t think clearly if he doesn’t have Ahsoka to sort through the bullshit in his head 

She just got ready for brunch with her two favorite people and smiled cause she knew Obi-Wan and Rex would join them for dinner with or without an invitation 

When Anakin and Ahsoka were living together they would kick each other out of their own bathrooms 

Why? Well Ahsoka said Anakin’s had better lighting and water pressure and Anakin would do it to spite Ahsoka because he knew it would piss her off  

Slowly but surely their stuff gets moved into each other's bathrooms and it’s a weird amalgamation of crap 

Also when they were living together Anakin would ask Ahsoka if she was hungry before cooking and she’d often say no because she didn’t want to impose but his cooking always looked and smelled good 

So half the time girl would just end up eating some of his food when she thought he wasn’t looking 

At first he was like “Snips you said you weren’t hungry” to which she would respond “Yeah I wasn’t hungry then but I am now” after that he starts making more food on instinct cause damn that girl can eat 

Anakin gets back at her pretty easily tho by taking the first bite of her food whenever they go out to eat his excuse is that he’s “making sure it’s not poisoned” he never does this to Padme cause he respects her too damn much 

And he can’t use that trick on Obi-Wan and Rex cause the former taught him the trick and the latter has a bullshit detecter built-in 

Both Anakin and Ahsoka pull that trick on the twins tho (which gets them a quick scolding from Padme) 

Speaking of the twins it’s not surprising that as they grow up they realize that their auntie isn’t human so of course like any normal child they have questions and Anakin being the little shit that he is spots an opportunity for some laughs 

So he turns to the twins all serious-like and goes “Well my loves we actually found your auntie in a dumpster we have no idea where she came from” the twins are distraught and go to the nearest adult who just so happens to be their uncle Rex 

And Rex also being a little shit backs up Anakin’s story with so much sincerity that even Anakin believed it a little bit 

The twins being the angels they are apologize to their auntie for her terrible origin story with tears in their eyes and her reaction more than made up for the swift ass-kicking the boys got  

When Anakin was taller than Ahsoka he made her life hell by making fun of her every time something was even slightly out of her reach

He would make a big deal about grabbing it for her while commenting about how the temple’s architecture wasn’t made with the “young ones” in mind 

Obi-Wan has turned multiple blind eyes when Ahsoka socked the shit out of his arms when he tells one too many jokes some days

When she finally grows taller than him she makes the biggest deal about it and no one can blame her 

While Anakin is the pilot Ahsoka is easily the navigator she often jokes that Anakin wouldn’t find his way out of bed without help 

Which is funny cause he often acts like a herding dog with her putting his hand on her back or holding her arm to guide her 

But he’s wrong 9/10 times so it’s not uncommon to see Anakin guiding her in one direction and then see him get dragged in the opposite direction a couple of minutes later  

[mandos-mind-trick]

Grey

Summary: After a tragedy leaves you scarred, you're afraid of what your soulmate might think. He's just glad you're alive.

Pairing: Jesse x reader Soulmate AU

Warnings: NSFW smut, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, first time sex, lots of discussion of scars and body dysphoria, reader is very insecure, reader is disabled and scarred, some pretty intense scenes, angst, panic attacks, PTSD, reader is injured in an explosion, war, violence, some brief gore, reader has nightmares. This one's kinda heavy, but it has a happy ending, Jesse is an absolute sweetie, may make you giggle and kick your feet.

A/N: Just kidding, you're getting two in one day. This one is pretty intense and has some pretty heavy subject matter. Please heed the warnings as it deals with some sensitive subject matter. There is a happy ending I promise. It's just a bit rough to get there. Jesse is a body positive king in this one and we love him for that.

Special thanks to @star-trekker-0013 for giving me the idea for this particular soulmate link. I decided to give it to someone else, but I still wanted to use it.

MASTERLIST

It happens fast. 

You’d gone to work that morning after watching news report after news report about the war. It’s been waging for over a year now, and it’s not slowing down any. It seems like every day there’s news of an attack, another planet being devastated, more and more people dying. Your planet has remained largely unscathed, but you know that’s no guarantee it’s going to stay that way. 

There were warning systems in place, protocols for if an invasion or an attack happens. What to do to give yourself the best chance of survival, because the best you can do is hope you’re lucky enough to survive. 

Even the best laid plans can’t protect against something no one sees coming. 

You’re sitting at your desk, typing away as usual when everything goes red. The bang is loud, eardrums popping as you’re thrown from your chair. It’s the shock that keeps it from being worse than it is as your body hits the far wall with a crack. 

You’re dizzy, the world spinning around you as you lay there. You can’t move. Pain is burning through your side, your left arm completely numb. You can’t move it. All you can hear is a ringing in your ears, your vision red and black spots. Breathing hurts. Your chest is burning, every breath like agony. 

You turn your head slowly, looking over to your left. Where your desk, and several others had been, is a giant hole in the side of the building. Smoke is billowing from the hole, choking you as you try to breathe. You’re stuck, unable to move even if you wanted to. 

War has come to your planet finally, and you’re stuck in the middle of it. 

***

Jesse doesn’t think much about his soulmate. 

Or, he tries not to. 

Since he can remember, he’s heard stories about soulmates. They never spoke about them freely, but in the few precious moments they were alone, in the freshers or tucked away in the barracks, the clones spoke about their soulmate links. Marks, dreams, color blindness, writing on the skin, all sorts of ways links may be formed. 

Of course, from early on they knew attempting to contact soulmates, or engaging in the links was forbidden. If anyone was found to have initiated the link, they would be forced to reject their soulmate. If they refused, they would be decommissioned. 

They also knew, if they were careful enough, they didn’t have to follow this rule. 

Most of them didn’t. 

It wasn’t fair to them, or to their soulmates, most of whom had been waiting a long time for their links to show up. 

Jesse doesn’t know what his link is. 

That doesn’t mean much, as there’s plenty of links that are invisible until they happen, or you actually meet your soulmate. He’d heard of a trooper once that had teleported to his soulmate. Disappeared right in the middle of a training exercise. They never found him. 

He’s glad they didn’t. 

When the war starts, he has far less downtime to think about his soulmate, but still he finds the thoughts plaguing his mind. Who are they? Where are they? When will they meet? How will they meet? How will he know? 

The war keeps him busy, but not busy enough. 

It’s just over a year into the war when he finally gets his answers. 

They’d just finished another campaign, resting on the short journey to the next one. He’d been restless all night, something in the back of his mind keeping him from settling. He can’t pinpoint what it is, what it could be. He feels on edge, like he’s waiting for something to happen. 

Maybe he needs to jog around the ship, or do something to help settle his nerves. He climbs from his bunk, heading back into the fresher to splash some water on his face. 

The artificial lights flicker on when he enters, and he heads to one of the sinks, looking in the mirror. 

A shout of surprise leaves his lips and he stumbles back. He looks down, tugging off the top half of his blacks. His entire left arm is grey. Fingers to shoulder, every inch of his skin is a dull grey color. There’s more grey across the left side of his chest, splattering outward towards the center of his chest, and down onto his abdomen. There’s a long line of grey stretching from his chest up his neck, and splits into two lines at his jaw up to his cheek. 

He lifts a shaky hand, touching the two lines. It’s still his skin. It feels no different than the tanned skin around it. 

The door swishes open, Rex standing there in his blacks with a blaster in hand. Of course his shout would have woken his lightly sleeping brothers. 

“Rex...” He croaks out, his hands shaking. “What’s happening?” 

“Jesse,” Rex says, taking a step forward. “I think you’ve found your soulmate link.” 

Rex puts a hand on his shoulder, easing him down onto the floor. He’s panicking, the dread that had been in the back of his mind suddenly overwhelming. His soulmate link? His skin suddenly turning grey is his soulmate link? 

“Whenever your soulmate gets an injury, it shows up on your skin as a grey mark.” Rex explains. “And any injury you have, would show up on them.” 

“Rex...” Jesse croaks out, the panic not easing any. 

An injury like this isn’t something you just walk away from. He knows it, his brothers know it. He’s seen injuries like this before, and most of them didn’t make it. 

“Easy.” Rex puts a hand on his back. “They’re not dead. You would know if they were. You can’t do anything right now. Just breathe and trust that wherever they are, they’re getting help as we speak.” 

***

You’re choking. The smoke is thick, making your eyes burn. 

You’re not sure how long it’s been. 

The pain is horrible, burning through your shoulder and side. Your right arm is throbbing and your legs have gone numb. You’re stuck in an uncomfortable position, but you can’t move at all. 

You’ve tried screaming for help. You’ve been screaming for help, yet nothing. No one knows you’re here. No one knows you’re still alive. 

No one’s coming. 

You jolt awake, sitting up in bed. You try to breathe, putting a hand on your chest to try and ease the ache there. There’s no smoke. The air is clean and clear. You’re in bed, safe in your temporary home on Coruscant. 

You had been saved. 

Someone had come. 

It had all been just bad luck on your part. The attack on your planet had come out of nowhere. You had been at work, at your desk when it started, right in the path of the first bomb that had been dropped on the city. It had hit a few floors below, and blew upwards just feet from your desk. You had been far enough away to avoid instant death, but too close to come out unscathed. 

Getting thrown by the force of the explosion had saved you a lot, but had broken your right arm when you’d hit the wall. Your left side, which had been facing the explosion wasn’t so lucky. Your left arm had been severely burned, along with part of your shoulder and chest. Pieces of shrapnel had lacerated your neck and face, and down along your abdomen, many more buried in your flesh. 

Almost two days you laid there, thinking no one was coming. No one was going to save you. 

Then they appeared. 

Like angels in white coming through the smoke. You’re sure they spoke to you, but your ears had still been ringing, ear-drums perforated from the proximity to the explosion. Moving had been excruciating, even on the stretcher, every step towards freedom was like another explosion hitting you. 

You had cried when the rebreather was placed on your face, when the rush of cool, clean air hit you. You remember the green stripe on the helmet of the medic that had injected the pain medicine. He’d held your right hand as you slipped into unconsciousness. 

You’d woken up some time later in a medical facility. You were sticky from bacta, a long soak in a bacta tank, the medical droid had explained. Your broken bones and most of the lacerations had healed. Your left arm, however, had been beyond repair. From your shoulder joint to your fingers, the left arm was gone. 

They’d been kind enough to replace it with a cybernetic one. 

You’d spent a lot of time afterwards, staring at yourself in the mirror. Covered in scars on the left side, leaving your skin warped and streaked with lines. Most of them would never heal beyond what they were. Even repeated bacta treatments wasn’t guaranteed to help any. Some damage was too great, even for the miracle of bacta. 

You try not to let it bother you. 

Your home, your job, your entire life had been wiped out by the droid army that invaded your planet. Most of the inhabitants of the city that survived were brought to Coruscant as refugees, and put up in communal housing while the Senate endlessly debated what to do.

You’d met a few of the Senators that had pushed for the aid and assistance, chosen practically out of the crowd when you landed with a couple others. After all, who better to show just how ugly the war they sit and debate over truly is than someone like you? Someone who lost everything, including body parts. 

It’s only been a few weeks, but you’ve slowly been adjusting to your new life. Your temporary home is more of a hostel, and you share the room with three other women who had been displaced by the destruction of your planet. A couple of them already had jobs on Coruscant, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do that yet. You barely left the room, much less the hostel. 

The hostel provides food, and there was a donation center on the first floor for clothes and other necessities. It’s nothing like your life previously, but you’re still alive so that counts for something, right? 

You spend your day as you usually do, back and forth between the room and the dining hall. You clean a bit, in exchange for your lack of ambition to do much else. You think of it as good practice to get used to your cybernetic arm. You often used it as an excuse to get out of doing things. Lingering pain, the adjustment to a new limb. 

The adjustment hadn’t been very hard. The cybernetic limb worked just as well as your flesh one had. In fact, you sometimes forget about it, until you glance at the grey steel and get reminded that it’s not in fact your actual arm. 

Of course, the cosmetic side of things was a bit different. Cybernetics aren’t that abnormal. Plenty of beings have them for one reason or another. Some even get them as enhancements. You’ve never considered yourself a vain person, or someone who cares about their looks, but still, people stare. They stare more now. 

That’s partly why you’ve avoided going out. 

You don’t want people to stare. You don’t want people to ask. 

You’re scared of meeting your soulmate. What will they think? Of course, they already know. You shared a link with your soulmate that left a mark on your skin for every injury. You’re littered in grey marks where your soulmate has been cut and injured. The first ones hadn’t shown up until much later in your life than you would expect them to. You hadn’t thought much of it, maybe your soulmate was just that careful. Then more and more had shown up, increasing in number over the last few years. With the war, though, it wasn’t hard to figure out that maybe your soulmate was involved somehow, or perhaps they had been a victim of an attack like you. 

It gives you hope that your soulmate might not look at you in disgust and want to reject you because you’re scarred and broken. 

***

“We’re going out.” 

One of your roommates drops a bag on the end of your bed. You’d been enjoying the quiet while the other three were out, reading a holonovel on your datapad. 

You hadn’t known this particular girl before, but you were both from the same planet. She was one of the types to make everyone her friend, regardless of if they wanted to be or not. She had made it her personal mission to help you, despite your obvious disagreement. Her entire apartment building had been destroyed in the attack, but she had been lucky enough to be away from home when it happened. While she could understand some of the loss, she couldn’t understand it all. 

“We’re going to 79’s.” She says, beginning to unload the bag onto your bed. “And you’re coming with us. 

“The clone bar?” You ask in disbelief. You know about the clone bar a few levels down, a favorite spot for members of the GAR to visit on shore leave. Some of the girls frequented there, but you hadn’t seen the appeal. 

“Yeah,” She says, holding up a dress, obviously brand new. “You should get out, get some air, and what better place than a bar filled with trained soldiers?” 

You swallow thickly, turning back to the datapad. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” 

“Come on,” She says, sitting next to you. “You have to go out eventually, and besides, maybe that medic will be there. You know, the one you talked about? Maybe you can finally thank him in person.” 

You know she’s not going to take no for an answer. Maybe going out will be good for you. If nothing else, you can turn around and sneak out while she’s not looking and return home. It might even get her to leave you alone for a while. 

Your shoulders slump, knowing what you have to say. Even if you really don’t want to. 

***

79s is busy with several battalions on leave at once. 

You’re instantly overwhelmed as you weave your way towards the bar with your roommate. So many bodies, so many people all in one place. 

You tug nervously at the sleeve of your dress, glancing nervously around the bar. You’re glad she was at least considerate enough to buy a dress with long sleeves. It’s a bit shorter than you would have liked, but your arms are covered. You need to get a job so you can start saving up to get synthetic skin put on your cybernetic arm. Then maybe you won’t feel so awful about it. 

You begin to panic a bit as your roommate loses her grip on your hand, disappearing into the crowd. You feel as if the small grip you had on sanity has fled, the bodies around you suddenly seeming to close in around you. It’s getting hard to breathe, smoke filling your lungs. You’re choking on it, imobile and unable to get away from it. 

You’re stumbling through the crowd before you even realize it, desperately trying to get back to the door. You push through a group of clones coming in, mumbling apologies as you nearly tumble into the night air. 

You stumble away from the door, away from the groups milling about in front of the bar. You find a secluded corner, pressing your back against the wall. You’re gasping for air, pressing a hand into your chest like it might keep your heart from beating straight through the mangled scar-tissue. 

“Excuse me?” 

A soft voice pulls you from the racing thoughts in your mind. You snap your head to the side, wide eyed and probably looking like a frightened wild animal. 

It’s a clone, unmistakably, that’s followed you. You wonder if he’s one of the ones you bumped into in your desperate escape coming to berate you for bumping into him. 

“Are you alright?” He asks, taking half a step closer. 

You can see his face clearly now. He’s bald, but has a bit of a five o’clock shadow across his cheeks. There’s a Republic cog tattooed across his head and face on the left side, and below it two grey lines running down his neck until they disappear under his armor. You recognize those marks. 

They’re exact replicas of the scars on your face. 

You continue to stare at him wide eyed. You had considered once that your soulmate could be a clone, but you hadn’t thought that much about it. 

And here he is, your soulmate, watching you have a panic attack outside a bar. 

“Are you alright?” He repeats, taking a step closer. “I saw you running out of there.” 

“T-Too much.” You stutter out, trying to get air into your lungs. You’re not breathing smoke. You’re breathing dirty city air. 

A sympathetic look flashes across his face for a moment. “I get it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it that full. It’s not usually this busy.” 

“I haven’t been out in public in months.” You say, slowly getting your breathing to calm down. “And my roommate has the genius idea to bring me to a bar.” 

“I know someplace quieter. A little cafe not far from here. Unless you’d rather go home. I wouldn’t blame you.” 

You look at him for a long while. Here’s your soulmate, right in front of you. You’re close enough to touch. He’s offering to get you out of here, go somewhere quiet. 

Or go home. 

You can tell what he wants you to say. You should. You may never see him again. You may never get a chance to talk to him before he ships out again. Next time, he may be the one in the explosion. He’s a clone soldier. He could easily die at any point.

So could you. 

You nod slowly, your heart still pounding in your chest. “Y-Yeah. Somewhere quiet would be nice.” 

The corner of his mouth turns up in a smile. “Okay. This way.” 

He leads you away from the bar, his hand hovering against your back as you steady yourself. You’re glad to be away from the crowds, even the people wandering become less and less as he leads you down a level. 

“My name’s Jesse.” He says, leading you towards a small cafe. “Lieutenant of the 501st.” 

You tell him your name, and your current status as a refugee. Much less exciting than him. 

“That’s how it happened, then.” He says as you sit in a back corner booth with steaming cups of caf. “The injuries.” 

You swallow nervously. “My home planet was attacked. We didn’t have any warning.” 

“You don’t have to tell me the story if you don’t want to.” He says. “Not if it’s still an open wound.” 

You nod, taking a sip of the caf. “I still have nightmares about it. What if no one had come looking? What if no one found me?” 

“I thought the worst when it first showed up.” He says. “I’ve seen injuries like that many times. I’ve seen many die from them too. I kept waiting and waiting for the inevitable, the pain of losing your soulmate.” He grins at you. “I doubted your strength, and I was proven wrong.” 

“I don’t know if I’d call it strength.” You say, looking down at your cybernetic hand hidden under the table. 

“You’re a survivor.” He says. “Sometimes that’s harder than dying.” He slips his gloves off his left hand completely grey. “Can I see it?” He slides his hand across the table. 

You hesitate for a moment. What if he thinks it’s ugly? What if he thinks less of you because of it? What if he rejects you right here, right now? 

“Lots of my brothers have cybernetics.” He says. “Losing limbs is a hazard of the profession.” He smiles at his own joke. “Always better to lose a limb than a life.” 

Of course he’s probably seen quite a few cybernetics. When you’re at risk of injuries and constantly being blown up, it’s bound to happen eventually.

You take a breath, slowly lifting your arm onto the table, sliding it into his waiting hand. He closes his fingers around it, the touch feeling exactly like if he had been touching your skin. 

“It’s not a bad one.” He says, looking it over. 

You shrug. “The Republic paid for it. Can’t complain about a free arm.” 

He chuckles quietly at your statement, pulling up your sleeve a little to run his fingers across the wrist joint. “Are you going to get synthetic skin?” 

You nod. “I’d like to eventually.” 

He releases your hand, leaning back in his seat a bit. “I think it looks good either way. Makes you look badass.” 

Your cheeks warm a bit at his compliment, and you let your hand fall back down into your lap. 

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of it.” He says, his eyes soft as he stares at you. “Most people aren’t going to care. They’re too worried about their own lives to pay much attention to anyone else.” He leans forward again, resting his elbows on the table. “I certainly don’t care. I’ve seen a lot of ugly things, and a cybernetic arm and some scars is so far from the top of that list.” 

Your face heats up even more, your gaze dropping bashfully. It’s been so very long since someone complimented you so honestly. 

You spend the night talking and getting to know one another in the cafe. You stay out until early morning, until Jesse has to get ready to return to GAR headquarters to ship out. He walks you back to the hostel, holding your hand in his. You kissed his cheek right over the grey marks before he left. He gave you the number to his private comm, promising to talk and let you know when he’d be on shore leave next. 

You head back up to your room, a smile on your face. You can’t stop smiling, feeling something other than distress and numbness for the first time in a long time. 

***

The weeks go by since your fateful outing. You go out and manage to find yourself a job, a quiet job with little contact with people. It doesn’t pay much, but it’s a start to things. 

You manage to save up enough to find an apartment. It’s a few levels further down than you would have liked, but you’re ready for your own space again. You’re ready to be alone. Well, not totally alone. 

You talk as much as you can with Jesse. He’s busy, understandably, but every little moment you get, you’re sending messages back and forth. He had warned you about the need for secrecy. You thought it wasn’t fair, but that’s not something you can change. You just take advantage of the little time you get, and plan for the next time he gets shore leave. 

It comes quicker than you thought it might. 

You’ve sent him your address, waiting for him to arrive. As much as you’d wanted to go and meet him, you knew it was too risky. He’d have to come to you to try and keep things as inconspicuous as possible. His brothers, and even his General didn’t care, but others in the GAR were not so lenient. 

Your heart nearly jumps out of your chest at the knock on the door. You check through the viewer before pushing the button to slide it open. 

“Miss me, mesh’la?” He grins, leaning against the doorway with a bouquet of flowers. 

You grab him by the chestplate, pulling him inside. The door closes, sealing you into the semi-private apartment. The walls were thin, but most of your neighbors were gone during the evening. 

“These are for you.” He says, handing you the bouquet. 

“They’re beautiful.” You say, taking them. You head to the small kitchen, grabbing a cup to use as a vase. 

“Nice place.” He says, looking around. 

You snort. “It’s okay. It works for now.” 

He smiles as you place the flowers on your small table. You step up to him, reaching up to cup his cheek with your cybernetic hand. He presses his own hand against it, kissing the metal palm. 

“No synthetic skin yet?” He asks. 

You shrug. “I guess it’s not really been a priority recently. I kinda like it this way. Makes me look dangerous.” 

He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You lean your head against his chest. “How long do you have?” 

“A couple days this time. General Skywalker has some Jedi business he has to take care of.” He kisses the top of your head. “You can have me the whole time.” 

You smile up at him. “Good.” 

You spent the evening relaxing with takeout and watching holofilms on your datapad. Jesse removed most of his armor, leaving him in his blacks. You rest against his strong chest, quickly getting distracted by him. You knew he was big and strong, but you hadn’t thought he was this big. A broad chest and thick thighs. You want to press yourself as close to him as you can. 

You want to feel all of him. 

“You okay?” He asks as you shift against him once more. 

“Yeah.” You say, pressing your face against his chest. “Just missed you.” 

He smiles down at you, tilting your face up. “I missed you too. I’ve been feeling it, ever since that night. The bond, it’s been driving me crazy.” 

You trail your hand down his chest, feeling along his pecs. “Would it be weird if we...” 

“No.” He leans closer to you. “I think that’s what we’re supposed to do.” 

You lean up, meeting him halfway, pressing your lips against his. They’re slightly chapped, but gentle as he kisses you. His hand slides around to cup the back of your neck, holding you. 

You hum as his tongue invades your mouth. He tastes like the desert you had finished not too long ago. His hand slides down to your hip, starting to move under your shirt but you grab it, pulling away. 

You hadn’t thought about this, nerves starting to bubble up. You’ll have to get naked. You’ll have to reveal the scars. Sure, he had said he doesn’t care, but he’s never actually seen them. What if he changes his mind? You’re not sure you can handle it if he changes his mind. 

“What is it?” He asks, concern lacing his voice. “What’s wrong?” 

You wring your hands nervously, avoiding his gaze. “I-I just...” You trail off, biting your lip. 

“Talk to me.” He says, brushing your hair back. “Is this too fast? You can change your mind at any time. I’ll stop.” 

“No, no.” You shake your head. “I just...no one’s...seen me since, well, no one’s ever seen me like that. But...no one’s seen me since...” You gesture at your left side. 

A knowing look crosses his face. “Mesh’la, it’s alright. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If you want to keep your clothes on, that’s fine.” 

Tears prick your vision. He’s so good. He’s so sweet and kind and understanding. What had you done for fate to bless you with someone like this? 

“I want you to be comfortable.” He kisses your hand. “Do you want to keep your shirt on?” 

You do want him to see you. You do want him to know, you do want him to see what he’s getting into. You want to know before you commit fully if he’s going to reject you. 

You take a deep breath before shaking your head. “No, I-I do want you to...just...I’m scared you’re going to reject me because of it.” 

He stares at you in shock for a few moments before pulling you into his arms. “Hey, I’m not going to reject you at all, okay? You’re the best thing that’s happened to me and the thought of losing you terrifies me. It terrified me before I even knew you. I don’t care if you’re covered in scars or hair or weird tattoos. You’re alive and you’re here with me now. That’s all that matters. I mean, look at me. I have a cog on my face.” 

You can’t help but laugh. It was true dedication to tattoo the Republic’s symbol on his face. It was endearing too, though. If he’s that dedicated and loyal to the Republic despite all its faults, despite how it’s treated him and his brothers...why are you worried a scar might turn him away from his soulmate? 

“Here,” He stands offering his hand. 

You take it, letting him pull you up. 

He leads you to your bedroom, shutting the door. He closes the curtains before sitting on the edge of the bed. “It’s just you and me. No one else.” He tugs his shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted chest, marred by the grey spots where your scars are on your skin. You can also see his scars, little marks in spots where his armor left him uncovered, and larger ones from training. You have all of them on your own skin, little grey marks representing him. 

You shift nervously as he stares at you, hands curling around the bottom of your shirt. He had said he wouldn’t reject you because of it. You trust him. He hasn’t betrayed you yet. You slowly peel your shirt over your head, keeping your gaze down as you reveal yourself to him. 

He’s still for a moment before he’s reaching towards you and you let him maneuver you in front of him. His fingers trail over the skin, feeling every bump and ridge of the uneven scarring. His hands drop to your hips as he leans up, pressing a kiss to the very top of the scar on your cheek. 

You hold still as he kisses every inch of the scar, working his way from your cheek, down your neck and chest. He shifts off the bed, kneeling in front of you as he kisses your side and your stomach, down to your hip where the scarring ends. He wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his face into your stomach. 

“I’m so glad you’re alive.” He breathes, kissing your stomach. “You have no idea...I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you. What I’d do...if you weren’t here.” He stands up, keeping his arms around you. His skin is warm where it’s pressed against yours. “You’re here. That’s all that matters.” 

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him closer. He’s so big and warm, enveloping you in him as he holds you. 

You stay like that for a long time, just kissing and holding each other. So many unspoken things flow between you. It’s as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. He really doesn’t care about the way you look, about your scars or your cybernetic arm. 

You feel a bit silly. Why would he care? A battle-hardened soldier who’s seen horrors you can’t even imagine balking at a scar? You suppose it could be believable, but Jesse isn’t like that. He’s not like that at all. He’d rather have you alive, no matter what you look like, than have you gone. He’s already lost so much. He shouldn’t have to lose you too. 

Jesse’s hands slide down your waist, gripping the backs of your thighs. He lifts you easily, turning and dropping onto the bed with you. You laugh as your back hits the mattress, the frame squeaking a bit in protest. 

“Your neighbors are going to hate us.” He says, rolling on top of you. 

“Thankfully most of them aren’t home.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I live around a bunch of night owls.” 

“Good.” He says, leaning down to kiss you again. “I can make you scream as loud as I want.” 

You shiver in anticipation at his words. 

His lips blaze a trail down your body, his fingers making quick work of your pants and underwear. He looks at your face as he parts your thighs, slotting himself between them. His gaze drops downward, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he stares at your glistening folds. 

“Already excited for me?” He says, trailing his thumb along your slit. 

You nod, watching him. “Have been for a while.” 

“You should have said something sooner.” He says, laying himself down. “We could have been doing this instead.” 

He leans forward, licking at your clit. You gasp at the sensation, lifting your head to stare at him. He meets your gaze, sucking and licking your clit. He shifts slightly and you feel a probing at your entrance, one of his fingers working into you. You moan at the sensation, your body alive just from his touch. 

Your very nerves feel alight as he eats you out, working a second finger into you to prepare you. It’s almost too much, but at the same time you’ve never felt more grounded. You know if you fall, he’ll catch you. 

“Jesse,” You moan, hands gripping the sheets. “Feels so good. Don’t stop!” 

You can feel it building, everything rushing through you all at once. Your fingers have never made you feel like this before. You know it’s the connection, the bond between you. You were made for this, you were created to be perfect together. Two halves of the same soul. This is where you’re meant to be. 

You cum with a cry of his name, body writhing as he works you through your orgasm. He finally pulls away, face and fingers wet with your release. You’re breathing heavily, staring up at him. 

“You alright?” He asks, stroking your thighs. 

You nod, finally gaining enough control over your body to release the sheets from your fists. “Yeah. Better than alright.” 

He grins. “Good.” 

Your gaze drops down his body to the prominent bulge in his blacks. 

“You sure?” He asks, following your gaze. 

You nod, licking your lips. “Yeah.” 

He stands from the bed to peel his blacks off, his hard cock springing free. He climbs back on the bed, wrapping a hand around his length. He’s thick and long, your eyes widening a bit. You didn’t think he’d be that big. 

“That’s not gonna fit.” You say. 

He laughs. “I’ll go slow. Just tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop, alright?” 

You nod, bracing yourself. 

He smooths his hands up your legs, rubbing at the muscle. “Relax. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

You do your best, wincing a bit as he lines up, pressing the head in. He pauses, laying his body against yours. He wraps his arms around you, holding you as he slowly works his way in. He peppers your face with kisses, only moving when you tell him to. It burns, the stretch, but the more you relax, the easier he slips inside. 

He stops once he’s fully seated, still holding you. You feel so stretched around him, so full of him. He breathes against your neck, pressing soft kisses every so often. The burn begins to lessen, your body relaxing more and more around him. You shift your hips a little, his cock moving inside you. 

“Jesse?” You gasp, clinging to his shoulders. 

He grunts against your neck, pushing himself up to his elbows above you. 

“Move.” You gasp, shifting your hips again. 

He slowly begins to pull out of you before sliding back in. You stare up at him, holding his gaze as he thrusts in and out of you, deepening the movement every time. He grunts quietly as he moves, dragging his hips against yours. 

Your eyes roll back in pleasure, your quiet moans gradually getting louder. He watches your face, shifting his hips just slightly to angle his thrusts differently. You let out a loud shriek of his name, your legs tightening around his waist. He smirks, continuing to hit that spot. You tremble under him, that heat building once more inside you. 

Your nails dig into his shoulders as his hips brush against your clit, the sensation too much. You cum with a scream of his name, arching off the bed. He works you through your orgasm, your tight pussy dragging his orgasm out of him with a loud moan. He spills inside of you, stilling his hips. 

You both stay there for a few moments, breathing heavily. You open your eyes, staring up at his face. He’s looking at you with such love and adoration you almost can’t handle it. 

He slips his arms under you, rolling you both over so you’re laying against his chest. You share soft kisses, eventually moving the blankets over your bodies as you rest for a moment. You’re glad he has a couple days off this time, knowing full well you’re likely not going to leave this bed. 

You do have one thing you have to do, one burning question you need to ask. 

“Jesse, how did you know how to do all that?” You ask purely out of curiosity. You don’t really care if he’s had other girls before you. You know you’re the only one he needs now. 

He looks a little sheepish. “My brother Fives has quite the collection of, uh, holofilms. I may have grabbed his datapad accidentally at one point during this last deployment. I wanted to make sure, in case things happened, I wasn’t fumbling around like an idiot.” 

You stare at him, open mouthed for a moment. “I wouldn’t have cared if you didn’t know what you were doing.” You lay your head back on his chest. “But remind me to thank Fives later.” 

He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You love his laugh. You’re never going to get tired of hearing it. “He’ll be thrilled to meet you. All of them will.” 

“Good. I want to meet all of them.” 

“All of them?” He asks. “There’s probably over a million now.” 

“That’s fine.” You say, yawning. “I’ve got time.” 

He chuckles, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. “Love you.” 

You smile sleepily, snuggling against his chest. “Love you too.” 

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[smalltownslasher]

Can you do cod x dsmp ?? Like, not nsfw, angst/fluff maybe. Tommy meets TF141 (like teleports to their world?? Thanks!!!

the way i was so viscerally enamored with this idea i practically threw my phone across the room when i got it? thank you for getting me out of the tiktok doom scroll, anon, here's your stuff!

c!tommy meeting TF 141

tags: hurt/a bitty bitty bit of comfort, ptsd, panic attacks, shapeshifter!tommy, reverse isekai

tommy...okay, well he did know how he got here.

he'd been grabbing some wood, seen a weird looking portal, and without thinking; he'd stepped into it. honestly, generally considered a stupid move, but what should he have done? thought before he acted?

ha...haa.

of course not.

he'd toppled into some small room, slamming into some cleaning supplies, and what seemed to be potions, a few of which fell onto him. he made a loud noise of shock and surprise, and heard a sudden explosive noise.

immediately, he went rigid, tail wrapping around his waist as he shrunk into the wall. as if understanding his desire to hide, he felt his skin shift a little, mottled greys blending into the cement he was pressed again.

of course, his clothes didn't change with it, so really, the only difference was his hands and face.

when the door swung open, he was greeted with the sight of a heavily armored and, seemingly armed, man. he was tall, with a mask like a skull, and for a long moment he stared at tommy. just barely, he could see his eyebrows furrowing.

he kept his gun trained on tommy, and muttered something. tommy's ears twitched, trying to get a handle on whatever the hell he was saying, but he couldn't manage it in time.

the man grunted an affirmative, and suddenly surged forward, raising his gun and slamming the butt of it onto tommy's head.

he was dreaming, he was sure of it, standing on a subway track. across, his brother-- no, a simulacrum of his brother, stood, frowning.

"tommy?" he said, a vivid, still bleeding slash across his chest, and a puff of white that seemed to be starting to build in his hair. "tommy, what are you doing here? you're not supposed to be here, i thought-"

a train rushes past, the noise of it causing tommy to jolt awake, the sound of it hitting the tracks still blaring in his ears.

he was in another cement room, this one less crowded, and his hands were cuffed to the table in front of him. he swallowed, feeling the slight ache in his lip at the tusks now growing there. just like his brother's.

he swallowed, and felt them recede back into his usual incisors, as the door opened.

"that is fucking horrifying." came a gruff voice, accent similar to his own.

"thanks." tommy said, voice holding more attitude than he'd really meant it to. great job, idiot, piss off your fucking captors. great. great. he was so fucked.

"what the hell is...that? what happened to you? ghost said you were doing some chameleon shit."

"where am i?" he asked instead.

the man pinched the bridge of his nose. "you, are at a safehouse, far away from where we found you. lucky for you, the brass are not yet aware of your existence, but if you don't start answering questions, you've got some scientists in your future."

no.

white jackets, needles, muzzles and cages, thoughts of all that ran through his mind. except, this time, wilbur wasn't hear to peek in through the small basement window. this time, wilbur wasn't hear to use all of his strength to rip away the bars, and shove his thin body through to help tommy clamber out. he was alone. he was alone, and they were going to put him back-

"hey, hey kid, calm down." the man started to soothe, hand coming out to pat at his shoulder, but tommy just flinched away. his wrists rubbed something awful against the metal of the cuffs, and he let out a raw, choked noise. he could feel his body shifting around him, trying to find a safe foothold to keep tommy's panic at bay, but all it was doing was causing further pain to gather in his spine.

"no scientists, come on, it's okay." the gruff voice tried again, much closer now- kneeling in front of him. there was more light, aside from the fluorescent ones in front of him, and tommy swiveled his head to the door. there was another human man, the masked one again he guessed; even with his different mask.

"back off, price." he barked. the man who'd been trying to calm him down looked at the masked man for a long moment, before glancing back at tommy and stepping away. "hey, kid, what's your name?"

"what?" tommy forced out, voice not dissimilar to the gasp someone made when they came up for air out of a lake.

"name."

"tommy."

he sucks in a heavy breath, barely visible eyes twitching for a moment, and takes a few strides across the room.

"no scientists." he said, repeating what 'price' had said. "no tests. nothing like what you're used to." tommy watched with big eyes as the man strode closer, stopping a few paces away. "you need to calm down."

yeah, like it was that fucking easy. prick.

"we're not playing the 5 things game, because i'm pretty sure that wouldn't help, so you just need to fucking breathe, yeah? 4-5-6, or whatever breathing exercises work for you."

box breathing. puffy called it box breathing.

the first breath rattled through his chest, but the second came easier. he felt his skin slowly begin to slow in it's shudder, before calming altogether. it took a moment to realize feather wings had pulled their way out of his back, tucked close against his back under his hoodie.

"you got it." the man said, visibly hesitant. the feathers now on tommy's face bristled as he stepped closer.

"we need to ask you some things." he said finally, eyes flicking to price. "namely, what the fuck is going on with you?"

[rie-092]

Hello is the request open if it is then can i request a yandere felix from i have became hero's rival headcanons pls.^_^

FINALLY

❲ platonic yandere! felix chamberlain x child! reader ❳

「 demon au! 」

summary : felix chamberlain loathes the leaders of that village for sacrificing an innocent child like yourself to him. but oh well, if they didn't sacrifice you to him— maybe he wouldn't be able to meet you.

tw : yandere behaviour, unhealthy obsession, possessive behaviour, mentions of killing, violence, abandonment, manipulation, creepy behaviour.

there was a tale that was famous in your village. a tale about a demon who goes on a rampage after the people in this village killed his sister and his wife. at first, when you heard that tale from a certain friend of yours. you thought that it was just fake, that the demon in that tale wasn't existing. but, yeah, you are wrong.

well, you see. unlike the other kids on your village, you were different. because they call you as a child who killed her own mother. that was the reason why your family especially your father hates you so much. and that's also the reason why your father, who's one of the leaders on your village, decided to offer you to the demon on that said tales.

on the meantime, felix, the said demon. was currently sitting inside his house. just like usual, he was waiting for those humans to attack and kill him. no offense, but this guy wants to die so bad yet, he cannot. since he was different from his little sister and his human wife.

and that was when he noticed that some humans entered his forest. he was ecstatic to the point that he immediately teleported to the place where those humans are. but when he arrived at that place, the only human that he saw there was you. an unconscious little child with full of scratches and bruises all over your body.

this guy was surprised by the fact that you're still alive after getting those bruises. but at the same time, he felt enraged after seeing your condition... wait, felix became confused. why would he feel angry when he doesn't even know you? anyways, after watching you for almost an hour. felix carefully lifted you into his arms, scared that you might get hurt because of him.

and before he left. he looked back at the place where he found you. and notice some presence hiding behind the trees. felix face darkened as he smirked. it looks like humans are more selfish and greedy than he thought.

after arriving at his house. felix lay you down on claudia, his sister's bed. now, are you wondering if felix knows how to nurse a human kid? of course not! and are you also wondering how he'll gonna heal you? of course he'll gonna use magic!

and after using healing magic on you. this guy spent a whole week, staying by your side. watching you sleep and thinking how a little kid like yourself was able to sleep for so long? what are you dreaming about? he smiled, he suddenly remembered how his claudia adores human children. and if he and his wife, irene had a child.. will their child look like you?

after having that thought. felix sighed as he finally realized that he doesn't have any food on his house to offer to you. after seeing that you're still sleeping peacefully. felix finally left your side to find some food. now, if he thinks about it— he does have a plenty of money. so why not go to the near village to buy your needs while disguising himself as a human? hmm, that's not a bad idea!

and... unexpectedly, felix had fun while exploring the human village near his house (of course it's not your village). some people helped him find some clothes that he assume suited to you. he couldn't help but to chuckle, this was the first time, after he lost his sister and wife, that he had fun like this.

and felix will make sure that this will last forever. i mean, those humans offered you as a sacrifice to him. so it will be alright if you become his child, no?

and after he teleported back to his house. he was confused when he saw that you were not on the bed. and this guy started overthinking that you escaped from him. after he healed you, stay on your side for a week, and bought all of these things for you. you will just escape from him?

felix's bright aura earlier will be placed with bloodlust. should he destroy your village just like what he did in the past? ah, it will be good if he kills everyone there and spares no one.

but his dark thoughts were interrupted when he heard a giggle coming from one of the rooms. he immediately goes there and opens the door. and his eyes widened after seeing you playing by yourself. he sighed in relief, while you looked at him in surprise after noticing the horn on his head.

you almost choke as you pointed your finger at him. meanwhile, felix finds it cute when you pointed your small fingers at him while asking if he was a demon. he nodded his head as he patted your head before sitting down next to you.

surprisingly, despite of being a demon, felix was gentle with you. this guy will teach you everything he knows. he even spoils you whenever he brings you with him to the village where he bought your things. you started seeing him as your father figure. and when you accidentally called him father once, this guy almost fainted.

and one day, while walking around the forest. a guy from your village approached you, saying that your father was in critical condition. you were worried of course, and you wanted to go with him. yet, you're not able to move your body.

the guy from your village froze on his spot as he saw the figure of a woman hugging your neck. His eyes and the woman's blue eyes met as the woman smiled lightly. he then flinched when he looked at your eyes which have a red hue on them. he saw how the woman whispered something in your ear as you spoke in a low yet lifeless voice.

“ what are you talking about...? felix chamberlain is my only father. ”

when you came back to your senses, you were confused when the guy earlier wasn't there anymore. you suddenly felt as if you had forgotten something important but you shrugged it off.

holding a flower crown in your hand. you came back to felix's house and you were welcomed by him. but unlike usual, felix doesn't have a gentle smile on his face. instead, he looked at you with emotionless eyes as he asked you if you met a human earlier.

but you shook your head which made felix confuse. he could easily tell that you were saying the truth. but, he felt earlier that a human entered his forest. so they didn't approach you huh? well, it's fine! since you said him the truth, this guy will give you a price! and that price was the fold that you wanted to try before!

after eating dinner, you go to claudia's room as usual and sleep there. after noticing that you're already asleep. felix will go inside the room as he saw you peacefully laying down on the bed with a smile on your face. the innocent façade that he always showing to you disappeared as he planted a small kiss on your forehead.

he smelled an unfamiliar human scent on you earlier. oh well, it doesn't matter since he heard how you called him father earlier. but he still wondering how did you forget what that guy said to you earlier. was it because of claudia?

if it's because of her, then he should be thankful for it. besides, he looked at you as he notice a small horn forming on your forehead. his lips lifted after seeing that. it looks like adding some of his blood to your foods every day finally become effective.

seeing how you slowly becoming a demon like him was good news. felix won't make the same mistake twice you know?

now, the only thing left was killing that father of yours so he will be your only father and resurrecting his dear wife and little sister. and finally, after doing those things he will be able to get the happy family that he always wanted.

“ you don't have to worry, i'll protect you from everything— (first name)...”