#AND HECK I HOPE HE STICKS WITH US

[licorishh]

*FONTAINE SPOILERS*

Y'all laugh at the fact that Tartaglia randomly falling into the Abyss one day as a kid ended up being the catalyst for Fontaine's eventual predicted destruction but all this means is that from the start Tartaglia was intended to fall into the Abyss and become a Harbinger and thus has always been doomed by the narrative

[phantom-dc]

Bruce sighed.

He never thought he would die like this. When he started out as Batman he was certain he would meet his end fighting the criminal underworld of Gotham. When he got older and life got stranger, he believed he would die fighting off a threat like Joker or Deathstroke, maybe even Darkseid. Being used as a human sacrifice to the King of the Infinite Realms was not on that list, let alone being a willing sacrifice.

Unfortunately, it had been necessary. An asteroid was on collision course with Earth. The asteroid had a colony of sapient alien life on it, so destroying it was not an option. As the League grew desperate, Constantine revealed a similar incident had happened a few years ago. The King of the Infinite Realms had, along with his subjects, turned the Earth intangible and both the Earth and the Asteroid had survived. Constantine isn’t sure why or how, but there are signs an extremely powerful ghost had merged realities and in the process erased the memories of this event from the entire population of Earth! The only reason Constantine knows about it is because a Demon with time-based powers told him during one of their poker games. Summoning this King was risky, as they had no idea what the King would want in return, but this entity seemed like their best bet. Now Bruce thinks they had been wrong.

Superman pulled Bruce out of his thoughts:

“Bruce, are you sure you want to go through with this? If we work together, we might be able to-”

Bruce cut him off:

“No, Clark. You heard Constantine. If we do not hold up our end of the deal, the Ghost King could simply make his ally, this “Clockwork”, reverse time to before the planet was saved. The Earth and the asteroid will still be destroyed, killing everyone on both. This is the only way.”

Clark looked dejected. He knew his friend was right. The King had turned the entire Earth intangible with one hand! He knew the League couldn’t defeat this foe, not without help. Any being that could help them would demand even more bloodshed in exchange, though. One human life in exchange of saving the entire planet had been a steal, according to the Justice League Dark. Clark looked at Bruce:

“Are you going to put on your cowl? This will be the only chance you have to tell the other Leaguers who you are.”

Bruce looked at his cowl. He had taken of his suit, so that his family had something to bury. But to reveal his identity to anyone other than Clark....

“I will keep it on. Even if I die here, I cannot risk anyone finding out my identity and using it to get to my family. I hope the League understands.”

Bruce is pulled into a hug. As Clark holds him as close as he can without breaking bones Bruce cannot help being filled with regret. He wanted more time with his family and, dare he say, friends. This was not how things were supposed to go. Clark pulls away and seems to want to say something:

“Bruce, I just want you to know, I-”

“WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON, B?”

Suddenly Nightwing enters the room, along with the entire Bat-family. Even Alfred and Oracle, donning masks, are there. They looked confused and scared, which made sense. They had all been summoned to the Watchtower, and when they had seen non-field members there as well they knew something was very wrong. Robin stepped forward, demanding an explanation:

“Father, what is happening? Why did you ask for us here? Explain yourself this instant!”

Red Robin looked ready to fight, staff in hand and in a low stance:

Where is the danger? Who is the enemy? Do you have intel for us? ARE YOU BEING MIND CONTROLLED?

Spoiler yanked at Red Robin’s cowl, pulling him out of his paranoid spiral:

“Easy, Captain Paranoid! Let him speak!”

Red Hood was clearly agitated. It was never a good sign if he was asked to the Watchtower:

“The fuck is going on, old man? Are you dying or something? That’s my stick, not yours!”

Bruce steeled his nerves. This was not going to be an easy conversation. How does one tell their family they are going to die and there is nothing to be done about it? Things had been going well for them, too. Dick and he hadn’t fought as often anymore, Jason had not called him names when he patrolled Crime ally last week, Tim hadn’t done anything that could be considered villainous (that he knew of) and Damian had not stabbed any goons for a month. Truly things had been good. Bruce knew this would mess it all up. He feared Jason would start killing again, or Damian would take out his grief on the criminals or Tim would… Well he had no idea. Last time Bruce disappeared Tim blew up so many LoA bases (he still wasn’t sure whether there had been people inside or not), so it was anyone’s gue-

“Sir, could you please elaborate on why we are here? I’m assuming it has something to do with the reason for this dreadful cold, and perhaps your lack of a shirt?”

Bruce sighed. Alfred always knew how to get through to him. With a heavy heart he told them everything. He would sacrifice himself for the survival of both planets. There was nothing to be done about that, and he asked them to please accept his decision. Naturally everyone was outraged. Amidst the chaos, Orphan asked a question:

“Why you?”

Bruce explained that, according to Constantine, the King had asked for a single sacrifice in return: “To feast on a non-magic, non-meta mortal human that will not resist being consumed.” It had pointed specifically at Batman, making sure they all knew which one it wanted. There had been no time to negotiate the prize, so he had accepted. After that it had left immediately for Earth, turning it intangible so the asteroid flew through harmlessly and fulfilling its end of the deal. Orphan seemed to think for a bit, before speaking up again:

“We’ll miss you.”

She hugged Batman. The others, realizing there was nothing they could do, at least not before facing the King, joined in as well. Bruce told them how proud he was of everyone. That they were strong and brilliant, and to please protect each other and Gotham in his stead. He thanked Alfred and Oracle for their help over the years and to please continue to support the others with the same strength they used to help him. After a moment they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Wonder Woman had entered the room. With a saddened expression, and a dented doorhandle that showed her tension, she had come to collect her friend.:

“Batman. It’s time.”

Bruce nodded at her. Thanking her, he tried to leave with her, but was stopped by Alfred. After a quick hug, Alfed offered Bruce a cookie from the plate he had brought along:

“Every man deserves a final meal. I’m sorry this was all I have to offer.”

Taking a grateful bite, Bruce allowed himself to indulge in the taste of home.

“Thank you, Alfred. This means more to me then you realize.”

Steeling himself once more, Batman and the others followed Wonder Woman to the main room. It was the largest room in the Watchtower, several stories high with observation platforms, security screens showing cities all over the planet and a teleportation platform. As they approached the room, Batman was surprised by the cold that radiated form the entrance. Opening the door the source of all the cold and grief became visible to the group. Signal had to shield his eyes:

“What the hell!?!”

There it was, the High Ghost King of the Infinite Realms. A giant being, which had been so large they had to move to the observation platform to speak with it. Even then it towered over the heroes. It’s skin impossibly dark, with constellations spotting its tail & torso. The stars converging on its lower arms, making it look like it was wearing glowing white gloves, the same as a strange symbol on his chest that seemed important. The stars on its neck blending seamlessly with its hair, yet leaving its head completely dark aside from a few little spots on its face. The only facial feature they could make out where 2 Lazarus green eyes, focused on the new arrivals. On its hand, a ring with a skull on it that had freaked out the Lanterns. On its head a dark crown covered in patches of frost, and its own Aurora Borealis spreading from it. The room had already been partially covered in frost simply from the King’s aura. Power emanated from it, which had caused several members that had been dead and revived before to kneel on reflex, which was frightening even if they managed to get up on their own again.

Martian Manhunter had tried to peek in the Kings mind, hoping to find a way to convince the King to spare Batman, but he had been unsuccessful. As soon as he tried his knees buckled, and he had been pushed out. Ever since the Ghost King had radiated frustration. Now, as Batman entered wearing only his cowl and some spare pants, that frustration seemed to spike dangerously. Was the King upset he had been left to wait for his offer?

"What the fuck is this? I didn’t ask for a striptease, especially from some old Frootloop!”

“Constantine, what’s wrong? What is it saying?”

Batman was worried. He had not expected more anger from the being when presented with the offering. Looking at Constantine, he saw the magician frantically looking through the pages of his books, desperately looking for a translation.

“Hang on, mate. I’m doing my best here! Ehrm… no, that’s not right… Something about mating? Maybe he likes you, Bats. He also said something about “the absence of clothing” so…

Suddenly he is cut off by a strange sound coming from the Ghost King. It makes a strange motion with its body and its giant maw opens, as more of those sounds escape. It reminds Robin of Alfred the Cat when he has a hairball. However, there is more sound in the Watchtower now. The Red Hood is clutching his stomach as he is doubling down in laughter.

“HAHAHAHA!!! WHAT? HOW THE FUCK DID YOU TRANSLATE THAT BADLY? HOLY SHIT!”

The Ghost King stops making the noises, and it’s eyes snap to Red Hood. It moves it’s head closer to him, casually passing it through the barrier Constantine had put up. Constantine’s swears in surprise, but the King seems not to care as it “speaks” to Red Hood:

"Oh, thank the Acients! Someone who understands Ghost Speak! Can you PLEASE help me and translate for us? This trench coat guy is terrible, and somehow twists everything I say in the worst way!"

Red Hood relaxed, looking up at the Ghost King’s giant head.:

“Sure man, no problem. I’m pretty sure he is using like 3 different dictionaries to get this far. I saw him first translate Ghost to Pixie, Pixie to Gnome and Gnome to Demon before telling us in English! So, what’s up?”

Batman was stunned. The Ghost King actually face palmed. What the heck was going on?

"Of course he is. That explains why it sounds like he is putting this through Google Translate 4 times! These guys summoned me to save the Earth, which, totally cool. Happy to help! But a summons makes it official, which means I need to get an offering. I can’t leave without it or I face a mountain of paperwork from some stupid bureaucratic eyeballs for not following proper procedure. But I can always ask something simple and get it over with. No biggie, right? WRONG.”

Red Hood actually grabs a chair to sit on. Not even in a somewhat respectful way, he is sitting on it backwards, casually leaning on it.

“Oh, boy. How badly did they fuck up? Gotta be big since Batman over there is ready to be eaten?”

The King glares at Constantine, who puts up his bravest “time to out-bollock a Eldritch Demon” face. The King is not impressed:

"Man, I asked, and I quote: “I’d like to eat a regular human meal that doesn’t fight back, like that guy would eat!” I wanted it to be clear I didn’t want blood, or corpses or virgins or any of the other horrible things stupid cults try to give me! I just wanted a burger or something! But then Mr. triple dictionary over there somehow turns that into: ‘’I wish to feast on a non-magic, non-meta mortal human that will not resist being consumed, and it must be that one.” I’ll admit I was pointing at one of the non-supers, but that didn’t mean I wanted to eat him! I just wanted to make sure it was normal food, something that doesn’t fight back!”

Red Hood looked confused, asking if the King’s food usually fights back. The King rolls it’s eyes:

"In life, I lived with mad scientist parents who treated lab safety as a suggestion at best and a chore for teens at worst. Put enough samples in the fridge and you get a whole new type of Thanksgiving trauma. Dang, I’m getting even more hungry. I’d love some turkey right now. Could you get them to bring me some food? That way I can have my sacrifice and leave…”

Red Hood stands up. He asks if the King can wait a few more minutes, claiming that after all that frustration he deserved something better. Getting a nod from the Ghost King, the Red Hood suddenly shouted over the platform railing towards the waiting Leaguers:

“FLASH! Get your squad up here, and bring pen & paper! I got a job for y’all!”

Zooming up every member of the Flash family gets a list of things to get and a warning not to tell the Bats what’s on it, or Red Hood will shoot them in the knees. Looking at the lists, they quickly caught on what was going on and promised they wouldn’t tell. This was way too funny! Red Hood does a fake bow to the King, clearly amusing himself.

“Don’t worry, your Hungry-ness! Your sacrifice is being prepared! Anything else we can assist you with?”

The Ghost King seems to tilt its head in amusement. Whatever Hood was doing, it was working, which honestly was the only reason nobody had tackled him to the floor.

"Actually, if you could get that Frootloop to put on a shirt that would be great. He is shivering and honestly, I’m worried he’s going to poke someone’s eye out with a nipple. Why is he shirtless anyway? Please tell me he wasn’t actually trying to seduce me or something, he’s old enough to be my dad! Gross!”

This caused Red Hood to again double over in laughter. Everyone was confused, what could possibly be so funny in this situation? Constantine had frantically tried translating during their conversation, but it had gone too fast for him. He gave up when the King mentioned eyeballs and seduction, accepting he wouldn’t get anywhere like this. Batman however couldn’t resist his need to know everything anymore.

“Hood, report! How are you communicating with the entity?”

Red Hood turns to Batman, walks past him and towards Alfred, grabbing one of the cookies he had brought with him. As he walks back and hands it to the Ghost King, he starts to explain:

“Honestly, not sure. It feels instinctive, like a second mother-tongue. Pretty sure it’s some sort of “dead-guy-language” you learn when you die. Speaking off: Turns out Constantine is a VERY unreliable translator. Spooky here is actually pretty chill! He used you as an example to make sure we knew what he wanted, not to demand you as a sacrifice. He is in fact pretty ticked that you guys tried to feed B to him. Speaking of: Batman? Put a shirt on, for fucks sake. You look like you’re going to freeze your tits off.”

This earned a round of giggles from Green Lantern & Green Arrow. Now that the tension had left the room, other Leaguers also smiled in relief. Besides, it’s always fun to see Batman being the butt of a joke. Sure enough, Batman let out a frustrated sound, that got the rest of the Bats to join in on the fun. They understood that their dad in fact felt rather silly right now, which meant that they had more to gossip about soon. Constantine now was wondering what Hood was up to:

“Mate, I did my best! Sorry for not being fluent in every language in existence. What the hell did you send the Flash to get? The bloke is a scientist and denies magic when it’s right in front of ‘im! What could they possibly get that I couldn’t-”

At that moment, the Flashes zoom out of the Zeta tubes and zoom across the observation deck. After a few moments of red and yellow blurs, the deck is covered with tables filled front to back with food! Picking up a receipt that fell to the floor, Batman realizes this is take-out from all over the world. Seeing a puddle of Lazarus water grow on the floor, he looks up. The Ghost King is actually drooling! Red Hood steps aside and gestures to the feast:

“Welp! There is your sacrifice! One. And I also quote: “regular human meal that doesn’t fight back, like “that guy” would eat!” Well, more of a feast then a meal, but I’m sure a big guy like you can finish it, and you can always take home the rest I guess. Bon Appetit!”

Opening his giant maw, the Ghost King digs in. Well, as much as he can. He actually looks kind of silly eating everything with a tiny fork. Still, judging from the purring sound emanating through the Watchtower it’s to the Kings liking.

"DUDE, THIS IS SO GOOD? I need to know these restaurants! You want a bite for helping me out? You saved me SOOO much annoying paperwork, I was about to bail!”

Picking up a plate of karaage, Red Hood took of his helmet revealing a second mask underneath and dug in as well:

“Don’t mind if I do, this smells fantastic! Oh shit, you should try this stuff, it’s great!”

Red Hood being allowed to partake in the offering so casually caused Constantine to do a double take. He realizes he seriously misjudged this entity. Still, that didn’t explain the horrific stories about him. He would need to do some digging into that, maybe with Hood as a translator. For now he takes a swig of his drink. The world was saved, no one died or lost their Soul and he didn’t make any new enemies he thinks. Plus, Batman felt like an idiot, and that always made the Brit smile.

All in all a good day!

[miifu666]

you've seen me babble about Yan! Wukong... BUT THIS TIME ITS MACAQUE!! i know he has a big dick- I've always wanted to write abt Macaque, just never had the time to but now I do- hihihii thank you for those who asked for him ♡♡

⋆˙⟡ —CW: Yandere, ooc Macaque, noncon drugging, rough Macaque, insecurities mentioned, manipulative, art is oc x canon but drabble is canon x reader.

Yandere! Macaque

Imagining Yan! Macaque who knows which words to strike your insecurities, what sentences can fully make you dissociate in the middle of the day. To let him be the one who guides you while you're busy drowning in your self-doubt. His hands maneuvering itself to gently lay on your back, the other acting like a fence, making sure no one can bump into you. He coos about how unfortunate you are, poor little you. Yet, his smirk came forth as he looks back.

"Ohohoho! Look at how you're dressed, baby~ well … maybe this part is a little tight for you, don't you think?"

Macaque tasted the bitter end of the stick, while Wukong got to gloat about the honeyed drip he tasted. The dark simian makes sure you never see the good side of that sage, he'll inject every single downside of every trait you love about Wukong. Sometimes, he even uses your own words against you. Turning your friends and family against you for having the same traits as that monkey you adore. You think Wukong's empathetic? How does it feel to be fooled and scammed by your own friends? Wukong's ambitious? Oh but it eats you up doesn't it? You'll never be good enough for yourself. Macaque is observant, he lives in the shadow and he knows how to use your own surroundings to make you feel little.

"Well, im glad you've learned your lesson…i know its hard to accept that sometimes good things, aren't always good, sweetheart"

He remembers when Wukong was possessed by LBD, there was a sense of longing whenever he thought back to how he was also under her control. The images of you so pliant, harmless and a soft bundle of drug induced state inspires him to try and concoct his own drug. Maybe even steals one from a pharmaceutical, any drug will do. As long as it keeps you pliant and adorable, no horrible side effects, at least that's what he hoped for.

He'll study how much doses you need to ensure you're all hazy and high as a kite. Can't even reach the door to his dojo without stumbling and holding on. So cute, adorable, ugh what other words can he use? You're all helpless, who would make sure you dont stumble and hit your head now hmm? Don't worry, your dear boyfriend Macaque is here. Albeit seeing you like this strikes a sadistic side of him he didn't know of.

"Hey hey, where you going sweetheart? A drunken little thing like you shouldn't walk around without any help. What if some big bad guy takes advantage of you hmm? Poor thing"

Macaque knows what he's doing is wrong. Punishing you, keeping you hidden, heck he even silently drugged you without your knowledge just so he can fulfill his stupid fantasy. He's not delusional, there's guilt eating him up and the only way a traumatized simian can say sorry is through his actions and services. he's the best at handling things patiently with care, Macaque will take care of you in ways he knows best, and he's really good at it too.

"Ohoho what's this? You missed me this much? Hahaha so cute.. ill have a fun time ravishing you.. just lay down and let me do my thing"

Yan! Macaque who longs for someone to share the lonely nights with him, someone who he can cuddle with and talk about the stars and which stupid cat reactions you are. Its all he ever dreams of, all he longs for. Yan! Macaque understand every single insecurity you're going through, he knows how to handle it. He'll help you through it, He'll make sure you wont have lonely nights to cry yourself to sleep on. Maybe if you close your eyes hard enough, you can forget about the shackle on your leg and the bruising lovebites around your intimate areas.

"I know… its hard, its tough but life happens and.. i know my little sweetheart can pull through.. you always do. Thats what i love about you.. haha even got me a little too obsessed"

Macaque is a good mate whether you admit it or not, his observant eyes and omniscient six ears focused solely on you. The slight sniff from your nose can be a sign of an oncoming sickness, within no time he'll be ready with the blankets, warm tea, tissues and medicine! You might think he's heartless, sure he locks you up whenever he goes out, talks you down every time you feel confident enough to leave him and yeah he might have a need to see you helpless without him But! But! He's not neglectful, maybe there are times where you feel like he's infantilizing you. Yet he swears it's just an instinct, he always makes sure you get your proper meals, he even watches cooking shows just to make sure you eat your flavourful food! Not those salt and pepper tasteless things.

"I made you something~ ...what? It tastes funny? Hmmm must be the new recipe im trying, im sure you're just not used to it, hun"

[avocadorablepirate]

hiii!!! i was wondering if you can make a fic with the one piece males dating a short reader with a massive scythe and is actually super skilled with it (bonus points if you add law) you dont have to ofcourse!! i love your work!!

Hello, hello! Of course I can do this and of course I will add Law (wouldn’t dream of leaving him out)! Thank you for requesting and I’m so happy to hear that you like my work :) 💕 I hope you like this as well. I also hope you don’t mind, but I’ve written it as headcanons with a short one shot for each of them.

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Tiny But Lethal

Pairing: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Sabo, and Ace x fem!reader

Summary: Exploring what some One Piece men would be like with a short S/O whose weapon of choice is a scythe.

Word Count: 4.2K

Warnings: reader is kinda made fun of for being short, some light swearing, mentions of injuries, nicknames, Luffy’s is pretty platonic, Zoro’s implies that they’re attracted to each other but not dating (nothing else that I can think of, but let me know if you find anything)

Super excited to write this cause this is my first time writing something for anyone besides Law. I’ve stuck to Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Sabo, and Ace cause well, they’re some of my favourite OP men. Since this is my first time writing for most of them, I’m not really sure how well I’ve captured their personalities, and some of the headcanons/fics are pretty short, so feedback would be great. But anyway, I hope you guys like it!

Luffy

Outright calls you short as heck when he first meets you. “Damn, you’re tiny!”

Immediately asks you whether you can use your scythe to catch him some fish. He has no clue what it actually does.

Number one hype man. Constantly yelling your name from the sidelines like a proud cheerleader. But also never misses a chance to poke fun at your height.

Zero self awareness, or any awareness for that matter. So if he yeets you across a battlefield, he fully expects you to stick the landing.

Don’t even bother trying to act all dark and threatening when he’s around, man does not care and will not get the memo. “Is my tiny slicer going to pull some moves?”

He doesn’t fear you at all - but every time someone else does? He’s wheezing. “You’re scared of her?? But she’s tiny!”

xxxx

The Sunny rocked gently in the calm sea, the afternoon sun casting a warm golden glow over the deck. Laughter from the crew filtered across the ship, a peaceful lull slowly setting in. You sat leaned back against the railing, eyes closed as you drifted in and out of sleep.

“Oii Y/N~” came the singsong voice of your captain, followed by bouncy footsteps. “I’m hungry, could you catch some fish for me?”

You cracked one eye open to see Luffy looming over you, arms crossed and that stupid grin plastered on his face. He then pointed towards your scythe like it was a kitchen utensil.

“Luffy,” you deadpanned, “This is a deadly weapon, not some glorified fishing rod.”

“But it’s so big and sharp! You could easily slice a tuna or something.”

You stood up with a sigh and a roll of your eyes. “I’m not using my scythe-”

Before you could even protest, snap. Luffy’s rubber arm shot forward, coiling around your waist.

“Luffy, don’t you-!”

Too late. He launched you like a cannonball, laughing like a madman as he watched you soar across the sea.

You screamed as the wind roared in your ears, the ocean rushing up to meet you. With a quick flip midair, you angled your scythe just right, and dived into the water, blade first.

A massive splash rocked the Sunny - and the crew stood frozen as they watched in anticipation. A rush of bubbles followed, and two seconds later a giant fish, impaled right through the middle, burst from the water. You surfaced behind it - soaking wet and scowling.

Luffy cupped his hands around his mouth, then grinned from ear to ear. “You did it! Coolest fishing spear ever!”

You swam back to the ship, Sanji and Usopp hauling you and your kill up with a rope. From somewhere on the deck Zoro muttered, “Idiot.”

Luffy ran over to meet you, hands on his hips as he looked at you with absolute pride. “Let’s do that again!” he beamed.

You wrung the jacket you had been wearing, glaring at him before you jabbed a finger into his chest. “Do that again, and I’ll use you as fish bait next time.”

Luffy laughed once more, not taking your threat seriously. He never did.

Still…as you watched him fawn over your catch and ramble excitedly about how cool you looked, you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips.

Monkey D. Luffy was an absolute menace to society. But somehow - he was your menace.

Zoro

Kinda underestimated you the first time you met. Huge mistake. You called him out on it, and ended up goading him into a duel. Needless to say, the Sunny was nearly cut in half by the end of it.

Now he smirks every time someone doubts your abilities and just takes a step back and watches as all hell breaks loose.

Thinks your scythe style mirrors his own swordsmanship. Loves sparring with you.

There’s something about the way your small frame handles such a massive, deadly weapon that he finds…intensely attractive.

Lowkey think that the dynamic between the two of you would be similar to how things are between him and Tashigi: rivalry, respect and just a hint more of exasperated fondness.

Tries to play it cool, but actually finds it endearing when you’re trying to be ominous. It’s only a problem if you’re threatening him. Then it’s just annoying. And hot.

You once yelled at him for carrying you over his shoulder, he yelled back. “I’m trying to save your life!” The building was about to explode. You had no idea. He had no time to explain because, well, the building was about to explode. You’re still miffed about it though. Ah romance…

xxxx

Some say the only direction Zoro knows how to follow is the one that leads to you.

To those people, Zoro says he’ll fight them if they ever say it where you can hear.

But deep down, he’d agree. Even in the midst of chaos he always finds you. And in this moment with Marines closing in from all sides and the Sunny beginning to pull away from the island’s shore, that unspoken truth was obvious.

Zoro blocked another strike aimed for his side, knocking his opponent’s weapon out of their hands in one clean move. But his attention wasn’t on the fight anymore.

It was on the ship.

Luffy was on the deck.

Zoro’s brows furrowed. He knew that look - that stupid grin. His idiot captain was about to use his rubber powers to grab the both of you and haul you onto the deck without a second thought.

Something both you and Zoro hated.

He turned, scanning the battlefield. And then he saw you.

You were sauntering towards a Marine Captain like they had a death wish, scythe balanced lazily over your shoulder, and the arrogance of someone who knew they could rain chaos down on anyone stupid enough to challenge them.

“Damn it Y/N,” Zoro muttered under his breath, knowing you were not going to like what he was about to do. Still, he couldn’t deny - you were kinda hot.

Zoro didn’t have the time to call out to you. He just moved as fast as he could.

You didn’t see him coming. One second you were closing the distance between you and your target. The next, you were in the air, strong arms casually tossing you over their shoulder. Your anger boiled over when you saw who it was.

“Zoro!? What the hell!?” You yelled, desperately trying to get out of his grip so that you could go take care of that asshole of a Marine Captain who had decided to underestimate you.

“Will you stop wiggling! I’m trying to save your ass!” he growled, dodging the following onslaught that came from the Marines as they noticed the two of you retreating.

“You could’ve given me a warning! Now put me down!” You continued to squirm violently, tempted to use your scythe to make him listen.

“You’re light,” he snapped, glancing back at you. “Now shut up. We don’t have time for arguments. There’s no way I’m getting slingshotted-”

“Zoro~!”

Ah shit.

Luffy’s rubber arm rocketed out, crossing the distance and wrapping around the both of you. Zoro cursed. Your expression turned murderous.

“Luffy I swear to-!” You tried yelling just before Zoro was yanked off his feet and both of you were flying through the air - a blur of limbs, weapons and swear words.

You crashed onto the deck of the Sunny - Zoro landing first with a grunt, instinctively shielding you from the impact. For a second you were cradled in his arms, breath knocked out of you, face way too close to his.

“You good?” he asked, voice low, breath warm against your cheek.

You were blushing before you could stop yourself.

Luffy’s loud laughter then snapped you out of your trance, pulling your attention away from Zoro. You scrambled to your feet, aiming your scythe at the rubber man. “I will end you, you stretchy idiot.”

Zoro stood beside you, cracking his neck and matching your glare. “Not if I end him first.”

“Sorry Zoro, sorry Y/N!” Luffy said with zero remorse, skipping off toward the galley.

You and Zoro exchanged a look - exasperated, exhausted, but also not at all surprised by your captain’s nonchalance. You then sighed, dragging a hand over your face. “Remind me again why I joined this crew?”

“Definitely not because it came with free air travel.”

You snorted despite yourself, rolling your shoulders to ease the ache of the landing.

“You sure you’re okay?” Zoro glanced at you from the corner of his eye as he brushed off the dust on his sleeve. You looked at him, catching the way his eyes now scanned you like he wasn’t entirely convinced you were alright.

“I’m fine, Zoro,” you said, softer than before. “Thanks to you.”

He grunted, looking away quickly, “Tch. Don’t get used it.”

You watched the way he lingered by your side a moment longer before heading below deck, and couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Because even if Zoro couldn’t follow directions to save his life, he always found a way to you.

Sanji

Instantly smitten the minute he saw you. You were probably holding your scythe like a warning sign. Didn’t work, he’s just fallen harder.

You would expect someone of your height to struggle with wielding a scythe, but you don’t - and in his eyes, the battlefield becomes your stage, where you move with the grace of a dancer.

Cue nosebleed every time you make a clean, graceful strike.

*Hearts in his eyes* “My angel of death!”

Beats up Luffy and Usopp if they make short jokes about you. Only thing worse than imitating Sanji, is imitating you.

Will lug that weapon around for you even if you don’t ask him to. “It’s a gentleman’s duty. I shall hold the murder stick, my love.”

Tries to sneak nutrients into your meals. “There’s still time for you to grow…” You glare. He melts.

xxxx

Nami had made it clear - no run-ins with the Marines. Stay low, get the supplies, and get out.

Simple. Something you had done a hundred times before.

But all that went to hell when you passed a group of Marines loitering near a wall plastered with wanted posters. One of those wanted posters being yours.

“That’s Y/N L/N bounty? Must be a mistake.”

“She’s so short, can she even lift that thing?”

“I bet I could take her. Knock her out while that scythe weighs her down.”

A chorus of laughter followed.

Sanji stiffened beside you, immediately noticing you had stopped in your tracks to listen. He reached out to hold you back, but you were faster.

You spun with the grace of a dancer - one smooth arc, metal gleaming, and then a splash of red. The Marine was on the ground, your scythe pressed just against his ear where the blade had nicked him.

“Still think you can take me?” you murmured, voice cold and steady.

He whimpered under your blade. The remaining Marines were quick to react, drawing out their weapons. You were still focused on the first when one lunged from the side, blade catching your cheek.

Sanji reacted before things could get worse. He grabbed your arm, landed a square kick to the Marine’s chest, and then pulled you into a sprint. Both of you ran back to the Sunny - and from there it was a quick escape accompanied by Nami’s furious yelling.

Later, tucked away in the medbay, Sanji knelt before you, gently brushing your hair back to dab at the small cut on your cheek with some antiseptic. You winced at the sting of the alcohol pressed against your open wound, and Sanji’s brows furrowed.

“You should have let me handle that guy,” he muttered, lower lip jutting out in a pout, irritation edged with concern.

“They needed to see what I can do with a scythe,” you replied casually, watching him as he continued to clean your wound. “Besides, I’m fine.”

“I know you are,” he said, pausing to meet your gaze. “Doesn’t mean I like seeing you get hurt.”

You tilted your head, a small smile forming. These were the moments that made you realise just how much he cared.

“It’s just a cut.”

He huffed, clearly very annoyed. “Still. If anyone hurts my beautiful lady like that again, I’ll crush their faces into the pavement myself.”

You chuckled. “Protective huh?”

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “When it comes to you? Always.”

Law

Not one to quickly judge, but the sight of you with a scythe caught him off guard. Didn’t except you to wield a weapon that’s almost twice your size. Nevertheless, he is impressed.

Your sparring practice = Law’s secret favourite pastime. He’s standing in the corner, arms crossed, lips twitching.

He knows you’re strong, knows you can handle yourself - but he still worries. If he can’t see you on the battlefield, he’s looking for your scythe. And if that’s nowhere in sight? Then it’s full-on rampage mode. You were actually just behind him. But on the bright side, ten enemies were KO’d in an instant.

Makes you sit in his lap under the pretext of you being “too short” for the table (that’s a lie, the table is the perfect height). But everyone’s too scared to comment on the image of Trafalgar Law and the tiny scythe-wielding menace.

The height difference lowkey kills him. Cause how is someone who’s so short and carries a weapon that’s definitely too big for them, just as intimidating as him??

Internally combusting every time you wield your scythe. But no one can know, cause he’s the Surgeon of Death. A tiny Grim Reaper cannot be having this effect on him.

xxxx

You stormed into Law’s quarters, boots thudding heavily against the floor with purpose. The door slammed shut behind you, hard enough to rattle a nearby stack of books. But Law didn’t flinch. He barely looked up from where he sat scanning some maps he found at the Marine base you had just raided.

“You almost got us both killed!” you snapped, voice low but furious.

Without lifting his eyes, he replied flatly, “We’re not dead though.”

You scowled, tossing your scythe against the wall with a loud clatter. The dried blood on its blade was a reminder of just how close things had gotten. Marching forward, you slammed your fists against his desk, demanding his attention. “That’s not the damn point.”

This time, Law looked up - gaze sharp but unreadable as always. “I’m the captain. I made the final call.”

“Disrupting my fight was your ‘final call’!?” you shot back. “If I hadn’t noticed you in time, that scythe would have had your blood instead!”

He stood slowly, pushing the maps aside, then stepping towards you calmly. He was always composed. Even when you were cracking. “I make better decisions when I can see you.”

You crossed your arms, “Some would argue the opposite.”

He stood in front of you now, eyes narrowing as he caught sight of something. One hand rose, his thumb brushing under your eye.

You flinched.

“How did this happen?”

You blinked. You hadn’t even felt it. Hadn’t even known that it was there. But Law had seen it. Even amidst all the chaos of a battle - he had.

Without another word, he guided you to sit on the bed behind him. You didn’t resist, the fire in you having dissipated, replaced by something quieter. Law crouched in front of you, grabbing the first aid kit from his bedside.

He didn’t speak while he cleaned the wound, careful and methodical as always - dabbing antiseptic, then gently placing a small bandage under your eye. You’d torn through a squad of Marines today, and yet he touched you like you were something that might break.

When he was done, he didn’t step away. Instead, he leaned in and pressed a featherlight kiss to the spot just beneath the fresh bandage. He lingered there - silent and unmoving. Not asking for forgiveness, just holding you for a long quiet moment.

You closed your eyes, breathing out a sigh as you let your chin rest on the top of his head. “I’m not mad, that you made a call,” you whispered. “It just…sometimes it feels like you don’t think I’m capable enough.”

He pulled back slightly, gaze locking with yours. “I know you’re capable,” he said. “You’re precise, lethal, and brilliant. Everyone out there fears you.” A beat. “But that doesn’t stop me from worrying.”

You studied him for a moment, then allowed a tired smile to form. “You overthink too much.”

He smirked. “And you don’t think enough.”

The maps lay forgotten now. He nudged you back gently onto the bed, then lay beside you - finally calm. Peace, for Law, was simply being next to you.

Sabo

Pats you on the head after you do something. Doesn’t matter whether you like it or not - it’s happening.

He’s always complimenting you on your scythe technique. Just genuine admiration for you.

Thinks you look adorable when you’re sharpening your scythe in a corner. Everyone else is terrified - as they should be.

You try being all tough even around him, but he sees right through it. You’re his “tiny terror”.

Busting out a laugh every time you’re threatening someone - which totally ruins your vibe. You’re threatening him next. He’s still laughing.

Would also be one to worry if he loses sight of you during a fight. Nobody wants to get in his way then.

xxxx

The sunlight filtered through the canopy of trees, casting light over the Revolutionary Army’s camp. A few new recruits were scattered around the area - some fumbling through basic drills, others lounging about. You sat calmly on a tree stump, your scythe resting in your lap as you sharpened its blade. You could feel the stares - half curious, half fear - but your face gave nothing away.

“That’s the one they call the Grim Reaper, right?”

“Her? That thing’s taller than she is!”

You paused mid-stroke.

Your eyes flicked up, locking onto the group of wide-eyed recruits. They froze the moment your gaze landed on them.

“Wanna see what I can do with this thing that’s taller than me?” you asked, voice cold and clipped, driving the scythe’s blade into the ground.

Silence.

Then - laughter.

Your eyes narrowed in the direction of the sound, death glare sharpening as it found its mark.

Leant casually against a nearby tree, was Sabo, clearly entertained. When his eyes met yours he offered a lazy, amused smile - equal parts teasing and utterly enamoured.

He pushed off the trunk and sauntered over to you.

“Trying to scare the recruits again, my tiny terror?”

You rolled your eyes, refusing to look up as you continued sharpening your weapon. “What do you want, Sabo?”

He grinned. “Just dropped by to say - you look adorable right now.”

You froze, and slowly turned to stare at him, disbelief clearly written on your face. “Adorable? I’m sharpening a deadly scythe! I should be terrifying!” You gave an annoyed huff and went back to your task.

He crouched down beside you, an almost fond smile on his face before it turned into a cheeky grin. His tone then shifted to one of exaggerated affection.

“You’re so terrifying~” Sabo cooed, ruffling your hair. You shot him a glare, somewhere between exasperated and flustered. He then leaned in, grin widening when he caught a hint of colour creep up your cheeks. “But also, really, really cute.”

You scowled and swatted the top of his head with the base of your scythe, earning a dramatic “ow!” from him even though you barely tapped him.

“Did she just whack the Chief of Staff over the head!?” One of the recruits yelped in horror.

Sabo rubbed the back of his head like it actually hurt, still grinning like a fool. “Think they find you scary now?”

“Keep teasing me and I won’t use the blunt end next time.”

He leaned in even closer, lips almost brushing yours. Sabo stared at you for a while, a soft smile on his face, and you couldn’t help but blush again. “Would be totally worth it.”

You shoved him lightly, and he laughed as he stood and offered you a hand. “Come on, tiny terror. I made lunch. You’re going to need all the energy you can get if you’re going to keep terrifying the newbies.”

You muttered something under your breath but took his hand anyway. And as he led you off - still chuckling at your annoyed grumbling - the recruits watched in stunned silence.

Ace

“Hot damn.” That was his first reaction after you casually decapitated someone trying to sneak up on him. He’s now down bad.

You’re his “travel size Grim Reaper.” Short, lethal, and just for him. You hate it. He says it more.

“You’re dangerous.” he says eyeing your weapon and then you. “You like that, don’t you?” You say with a grin. “I’m crazy about it.”

Came up with a combo move where he coats your scythe with his flames. Insists on calling it the “Fire Reaper Flash”.

Comes to your defence when you’re in an argument with someone, but it doesn’t really do much, you’re far more intimidating than him.

Gets this mischievous glint in his eyes when someone underestimates you, “Want to see something cool?” Cue destruction. Uses the Fire Reaper Flash for extra effect.

xxxx

The battle field was chaos - flames, smoke, pirates shouting and scrambling for their lives. And in the middle of it all, there was you. Short, scythe-wielding and completely unbothered, as you moved through the ruckus as if you were taking a stroll through the park.

Through the smoke, Ace emerged, after knocking out an enemy with a flaming punch to the gut. He spotted you and grinned wide.

“Damn,” he muttered to himself, watching with a smirk as you swiftly dealt with a pirate that got in your way. “That’s my travel size Grim Reaper.”

You stopped in front of him, rolling your eyes. “I told you not to call me that in front of people.”

He chuckled, scanning the area around him. “They’re all unconscious, sweetheart.”

“Not that guy.” You pointed your scythe at one final pirate who was left standing - bloodied, furious, and charging at you with all the power he could muster. Someone was clearly mad about losing.

Ace spared him a glance, then looked back at you, completely unphased. He wiped the soot off your cheek, then tilted your chin up like he had all the time in the world.

“Ready for our ultimate couple move?” Ace cackled, eyes sparkling as if he had been waiting all day for this exact moment. Maybe that was why he ‘accidentally’ got caught while trying to raid a rival pirate crew’s base.

You groaned. “Do we have to?”

But he was already charging up, the heat around his body intensifying. Flames curled around his arm, and with a grin full of mischief and pride, he shot it towards your scythe, close enough to singe you, but obviously not.

You watched as his flames wrapped around the curved blade - beautiful but dangerous. It hummed in your hands like it was alive, the metal glowing a brilliant orange. But it didn’t burn you, Ace made sure of that.

The pirate was now fast approaching, shouting all sorts of profanities and how “tiny creatures” didn’t scare him. You didn’t even flinch.

Then you moved. One quick dash, your flaming scythe cutting through the smoke. The moment the blade made contact with its target, fire exploded, the force sending the pirate crashing into the dirt, flames licking at his coat before fizzling out.

Ace let out a low whistle, watching as the fire died down. “See!? I told you Fire Reaper Flash was a sick move!”

“You nearly set me on fire,” you muttered, flicking ashes off your sleeves and scythe.

He strolled over with a grin, clearly proud of himself. “You would’ve been hot - both figuratively and literally then.”

“Shut up.” You tried to scowl, but the corner of your mouth betrayed you with a smile.

Ace laughed, slipping his arms around your waist in one smooth motion. His hands were warm against your back as he pulled you close, forehead bumping gently against yours for just a second before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek - warm, soft, and just a spark of heat.

“We should come up with another move,” he murmured. “Something that screams us…Hot and Deadly, how does that sound?”

You groaned again. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Only for you,” he said with a wink, fingers intertwining with yours.

Then still laughing, he tugged you along and headed back to the Moby Dick - leaving behind fire, chaos, and one very unlucky pirate crew.

Kinda have a thing for Ace now, I mean who wouldn’t?? 👀

[zluckychap]

i give my thoughts on sebastian and painter's roles in pressure's story because i am bored (see below)

sebastian is selfish.

he isn’t inherently selfish. his circumstances, however, forced him into a situation where he had to be. i would argue that his selfishness is the only reason he is still alive.

as of the lockdown, sebastian only has 2 goals in mind.

1) his own survival and 2) urbanshade’s downfall. anything he must do to accomplish those goals is a moot point.

in the midst of the lockdown, sebastian encountered something. or rather, someone. a fellow victim of urbanshade, who hated them just as much as sebastian did. someone willing and able to assist him in his goal of achieving freedom.

that was all he needed to hear.

sebastian is at least a bit fond of painter. he finds the little guy endearing.

but he mainly likes painter for his usefulness. he sees painter as an asset. therefore, he isn’t really inclined to treat him as a friend.

the deal they made stated that painter would buy sebastian time to organize an escape, in return for seb taking painter with him. in the end, painter’s fate relies entirely on sebastian’s willingness to honor that deal.

is there any chance that sebastian might actually do that? of course there is. that chance is just very, very, very low.

one thing that might compel sebastian to make good on his deal is his sense of honor as a businessman. he honors the sales deals he makes with the expendables, even if he hopes they all explode.

though i suppose if he had a habit of cheating them out, or killing them without reason, they’d stop coming to his shop, stripping him of a valuable source of data. sebastian is kind of forced to honor his deals in that scenario.

if sebastian chose to break off his deal with painter, he would not get the short end of the stick. painter would be the only one inconvenienced.

what about a sense of kinship? granted, while seb had it way worse, seb and painter are both victims of urbanshade. would seb feel compelled to save another poor soul from the same fate as him? ehhh…

in order for sebastian to care enough about honoring his end of the deal… he needs to put someone else’s needs before his own. does he care enough about painter to do that for him?

right now, as things currently stand within the story… my money’s on no.

it’s evident that sebastian doesn’t check in on painter much, if at all. he isn’t bothering to keep him updated on a plan that they are supposedly both in on.

despite that, painter holds onto hope that sebastian will come back for him. it’s not like he has any other options.

sebastian doesn’t check in on painter because, well, he is selfish. his circumstances have forced him into a mindset where he thinks his only chance at survival means exclusively looking out for number one.

in order to improve his own odds of survival, he did the bare minimum of what it would take to get painter on his side… and then left him out to dry.

heck, painter’s usefulness is the only reason the two are even acquainted. if, when they met, painter had been unable to assist sebastian at all, i guarantee seb would have just been like “welp sucks to be you, byebye” without a second thought.

so as things are now, painter is most likely doomed, as is the friendship he thinks he has with seb.

the only question remaining is: is there hope for them in the future? is there a feasible chance that they could both get the happy endings they deserve?

in order for that to happen, sebastian needs to learn to care again. to trust again. to do the work to keep and maintain painter’s friendship.

to try to accomplish his goals not just for himself, but for those he cares for.

could that possibly be in seb’s future?

i don’t know. but i don’t wish to rule anything out.

and i’m certainly not going to give up hope on these two just yet.

after all, anything is possible.

[prettypup188]

Rodrick x male! Reader, where the reader auditions to join the band as a guitarist 🎸

“You wanna be the band’s base?”, Rodrick asked suspiciously spinning one of his drum sticks in his fingers. You had brought your guitar case along in hopes that Rodrick would consider you as his band’s guitarist. He had mentioned to you a week earlier that his friend dropped the position to hang out with his girlfriend more and now the band was stuck with no gigs because as much as Rodrick would hate to admit it, a band can’t be a band without a good guitar player. “Yeah! I think I’m pretty decent and we can have more time to hang out.”, he tilted his head still a little unconvinced, “You’ll have to audition I can’t just let you in.”, I nodded, “that’s cool.”, so Rodrick called up his band mate for an emergency practice and there you sat in front of the three guys in Rodrick’s basement staring at you intently. “Y/n’s gonna audition for James spot.”, Rodrick explained hearing groans from the other bandmates, “Just cause he’s your boyfriend man, doesn’t mean he’s automatically in the band.”, said one guy, Rodrick rolled his eyes, “That’s why he’s auditioning, idiot.”, Rodrick looked over at you, “Go ahead, babe.”, you started strumming your guitar and playing a song looking up at Rodrick for approval, his mouth wide open and looking shocked, before he could say anything one of his bandmates beat him to it, “This dude’s fucking awesome!”, Rodrick nodded, “Does that mean im apart of the band?”, they all nodded, “Heck yeah man, you might be our secret weapon.”, Rodrick gasped, “I thought I was the secret weapon.”, the guy snorted, “Okay drummer boy.”

Later after they’re band practice and you getting to watch how things worked, Rodrick led them out of his garage as he grabbed your hips, “Your so cool, honey.”, he said quietly kissing your lips as he looped his finger in your jeans, you rolled your eyes, “Duh, I’m your cool boyfriend.” He laughed planting a his in your forehead. “Debatable.”, you shook your head kissing him softly as you ran your hand in his hair, “Pretty boy.”, you said looking into his eyeliner smudged eyes, “Only your.”, he said with a smirk lifting you up, “C’mon, let’s celebrate your new spot with pizza.”, You nodded, you two made it back upstairs finding Greg and Rowley playing videogames and Manny coloring, “Yo, dork how does pizza sound for dinner?”, Greg nodded, “Can we get breadsticks?”, Rodrick scoffed, “Do I look like I’m made of money.”, You looked towards Greg mouthing, “We’ll get em.”, which he nodded grateful. Later that night you and Rodrick sat in the backyard watching Greg and Rowley use the stethoscope for star gazing as Rodrick nodded his head to the rock music that played in your shared head buds on his iPod. Rodrick placed a hand on yours, “Your gonna be a great edition to the band.”, he said looking at you, you tilted your head, “Really? You think so?”, he nodded, “Totally, man.”, pressing a kiss on your forehead as you quickly wiped it away, “Gross! You still got pizza sauce on your lips.”, he laughed apologizing. “Dork.”, I said annoyed, “Your dork.”. I nodded, “Unfortunately.”, “Hey!”, he yelled, I laughed shaking my head.

[holylulusworld]

Food thieves (1)

Summary: They are always hungry.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader x Steve Rogers

Warnings: fun, fluff, banter, food theft

Food thieves masterlist

Gone. Again. Not one day ago, you refilled the fridge, and now, there’s nothing left but a half-eaten apple and bottled water.

Your stomach growls loudly, in need of a late-night snack. Now there’s no food—not even a tiny bite of the cheese you bought.

“What the heck?” You curse. “I bought all the good stuff, and it’s gone again?”

“Whatcha doing?” Bucky asks as he strolls into the kitchen. He’s hungry too and hopes there are some leftovers from the food you bought. “Is there any cheese left? It was awesome.”

You turn around like in slow motion to glare at the super-soldier. He ruffles his disheveled hair, smiling as you look him up and down. Bucky is in nothing but his boxers and a white undershirt.

“You ate all my cheese strings?” You growl. “How dare you steal my food. I bet it was you all this time!”

“What’s wrong?” Steve joins you and Bucky in the kitchen, hopefully looking at the open fridge. “Is there more cheese, or did you eat it all, Buck?”

“You too, Cap?” Putting your hands on your hips, you huff. “Really? The golden boy. The righteous Captain America steals my cheese strings?”

Nervously running his fingers through his hair, Steve stammers, “Uh—sorry. At night, we get hungry after a fight. I think we have a very fast metabolism.”

You narrow your eyes. “I call bullshit, Cap. You stole all the food I bought. At least admit that you stole my cheese strings and everything else.”

Bucky watches his friend’s cheeks turn red. He snickers before grabbing the last apple lying abandoned on the kitchen island. The brunette has no shame. He takes a large bite and chews loudly.

“You are unbelievable! Why are you eating that much?” You throw your hands up before slamming the fridge shut. “You will replace all my food!”

“We are big guys and super-soldiers,” Bucky mutters between bites. “We get hungry and eat food.” He shrugs before wolfing down the rest of the apple.

“You get hungry—” you huff. “I got hungry too. And imagine my surprise, finding the fridge empty. There was nothing left but a half-eaten apple.”

“Oh, that’s mine,” Steve calls dibs on the apple. “I forgot I left it in the fridge.”

“It’s rotten, Steve,” you point out. “You cannot eat a rotten apple. Hungry or not.”

Steve pouts. Steve fucking Captain America Rogers pouts like an angry child. He pats his empty stomach, looking at you for help.

Bucky mirrors his friend. He pouts and pats his belly.

“No.” You cross your arms over your chest. “I do all the grocery shopping and didn’t even get a bite! Again!”

“Doll, have mercy. We are hungry,” Bucky purrs your name while slowly sneaking closer to the kitchen counter. He rounds the counter to glance at the fridge. “I bet you’re hiding something in your secret stash.”

“Secret what?” You act like you never heard of a secret stash. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Barnes.”

“The good stuff,” he says while pouncing on you like a lion. Bucky cages you between the counter and his hard body. “Give us something, and we will pay you back.”

“No—”

“Buck, maybe she doesn’t have a secret stash,” Steve says but moves around the counter to look at you. “Right, doll, you’d share with your captain?” He quirks a brow, making you snort.

“Even if I had a secret stash,” you retort and stick your tongue out, “I wouldn’t tell you. You can torture me, bite me, or punish me. I won’t say a word.”

Bucky and Steve look at each other. They have one of their silent conversations. The ones making you wonder if they are telepaths.

“Tickles?” Steve asks.

“Tickles.” Bucky conforms before both men start tickling your sides.

“No!” You laugh and scream, trying to fend their skilled fingers off. “No!” You giggle and snort. “Please…no!” You push against Bucky’s chest, giving him the chance to move his hand under your shirt to tickle your belly. “No….no…”

“I think we are close to cracking her,” Steve says and starts tickling your thighs. “Give up and tell us everything about your secret stash.”

“I—” you giggle even louder. “I got a mini fridge at my place.”

“Buck.” They stop and look at each other.

“Got it, Steve,” Bucky confirms before grabbing you by your waist and throwing you over his shoulder. “Off to her place to raid her fridge…”

Part 2

[cloudyskydreams]

SO on period UT,UF,US,HT!

Ive had this sitting in my notes for awhile wasn't super proud of it still ain't but I wanted to post something, I just had to slap the HT brothers on and boom new post.

Also I've been wanting to write swapfell but I don't know the difference between that and fellswap or really their personalities cause it's so different for each fanfic so if someone could pls explain 🙏

Anyways here y'all go hope you enjoy!

Undertale:

Sans:

I feel like sans is pretty knowledgeable so you didn't have to explain it to him. He takes it pretty maturely it's a natural part of life. The puns the horrible puns. He has so many specifically for this time of the month. He's always got your comfort snack on hand in his jacket pockets. He doesn't really change much he'll get off his ass if you ask him to but he sticks by your side mostly and lazes out cuddled with you while watching shows. Pretty good at getting products and snacks you might like he likes to get you some new snacks to try with him and he's good at guessing what you might like.

Papyrus:

This man is prepared. After you tell him what it is he researches it and WOWIE he wishes he just asked you to explain but now he's over prepared with knowledge! He has hot water bottles and weighted blankets at the ready. Any snacks you want, heck you want a whole meal? He's on it and it's prepared with extra love. He carries around your products for you and always has pain medicine in his bags. Pretty good at picking them up from the store too and has no shame getting them.

Underfell:

Red:

You gotta explain it to him and this man is bewildered for a bit. ya bleed from there for how long??? every month?! He's a little impressed?? Last he checked humans weren't supposed to lose huge amounts of blood but you're treating it like it's a normal thing. After he gets over his initial shock he'll try and help the best he can which is a little awkwardly. He makes a little nest for you out of blankets and pillows and makes sure you're comfortable. He and his magic run warm so he'll lay on your stomach and cuddle to help with cramps, pet his head and he might purr. He's pretty confused about products def one to send Babe what's your pussy size.

Edge:

He's aware, he's done his research on his own when you were ovulating about the human "mating cycle". Not a fun experience but he takes it in stride. He listens to what you need and trys to deliver. Massages for sore muscles and heating pads for cramps. He'll make you comfort food while you relax watching a show and join you afterwards for some cuddles. He's pretty good at getting products for you and takes the ones you like into consideration but he's always looking for better healthier alternatives for you.

Underswap:

Stretch:

Knows about it (blue taught him when he found out and Stretch showed interest in humans)and is a little awkward(traumatized from the talk with Blue). Hate to say it Stretch doesn't really know what to do he's not grossed out he just doesn't know how to handle it. He tries his best to be comforting giving snacks, heating pads, and cuddles. He's so awkward going to the store to get products plays it cool but has no idea what he's doing and definitely gets the wrong thing after his mind blanks while staring at all the products for too long. You just gotta train him he'll get better.

Blue:

Also knows and he's handling it alot better. He takes it in stride and understands the biggest part is you're uncomfortable and he's going to do his best to help with that. He takes care of chores you don't want to do, makes you comfort meals, and always has a heating pad ready. Has so many two player comfort games lined up for you guys, he has stuff to do but most of his work stuff can be done at home! Which means he'll just be a shout away if you need anything . Pretty good at getting products and is one to carry some around in his bag just in case when you guys go out.

HorrorTale:

Axe:

You have to explain it to him… Multiple times. He's confused as to why you smell like blood, he likes the smell but he's confused for a bit until he writes a note about it. He will not remember which products to get unfortunately. He's so confused staring at them you'll have to instruct him very clearly over a call and he still probably grabs the wrong one. Cuddles are supreme he's a giant so he'll engulf you in his form and his purrs practically shake your whole body. It's like a free massage chair whenever you want. He sticks closer by your side during this time of month knowing blood means your wounded and his protective urges flare up.

Willow:

You'll also have to explain it to him and he's extremely worried when he smells blood. Even more so when he learns how long you bleed, he knows how much blood a human can loose and it worries him you're losing so much. After you explain it's a normal thing and a part of life he calms down slightly. He cleans and cooks a lot when stressed or worried so you constantly have something to munch on and you don't have to worry about any chores. He stays over stocked up on supplies, he doesn't like going out in public very often but for this he will because he deems it important enough. It's why he stocks up so much when he goes out. Mother hens over you hard and you might have to pull him into cuddles to get him to relax for a bit.

[valdekboy]

Another Amazing AU

I never know what to write here… so let's get straight to the point then. A while back I found another amazing AU that belongs to @chez-cinnamon and I liked it … a lot.

And as always, If I liked something, I can't just be normal about it and comment something nice, I had to draw something. Long story short, first sketches were terrible, that took me on a long trip of re-learning some things and learning a couple new things. Overall, making these drawings was one looong roller coaster.

And as always . . . THAT LITTLE YELLOW SON OF A GUN WAS PUSHING ME TO DRAW THE MAIN 6 HE LIKES SO MUCH. So this time I gave him a camera and made HIM do all the work. Let's see how it went.

Well, the camera experienced Mach 1 speed, so I think that's all

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Now, that's all.

In the end I want to say that I love what you did with these characters and I'm sorry if i messed up any of them.

And now off I go cause honestly I'm a bit stressed about posting this. So I'm pressing the publish button and I'm signing off. I'll be back soon.

As always have a Good Night/Day!

And If you want to read a bit of my rambling about this whole drawing process It's all down there. Just be aware that I write these things mostly for myself.

When I did the first sketch I realized that my old method of drawing poses (which was just sticks and orbs) won't work here. So i started to learn and re-learn some basics, and I tried to remake those sketches at the same time.

In the end there were like 5 different sketches for each character and to be honest, I was really close to just throwing it all out the window because it felt like i was going nowhere. But I found the problem.

My brain just couldn't comprehend that REFERENCE is just a REFERENCE not a fucking guideline that you have to hold on to for your dear life. It's okay to mess up here and there and that no-one is going to kill me for that. And when that thought clicked in, it felt amazing. I finished sketches, then lineart, heck I even drew all these in-betweens with Valdi (that yellow potat).

And then there was time for coloring . . . and that fear of messing up came back. That's why there's not much going on in that department. I'll keep working on fixing that, but it might take a while. And these backgrounds were a complete experiment. I'm not even sure myself if they're any good.

All of this felt like I threw myself in the deep water, but somehow I did it and I'm really glad all of this happened. Comparing these to my previous ones, I really see some improvement, and I did these MUCH faster. Even counting in all the learning i did. (plus building up courage to post these)

I still wish these drawings turned out better, the lines feel stiff, there's nothing to interesting in terms of colors or shading, but even with all that, for the first time in a while I think that these drawings aren't that bad.

And now for the AU. Why this one? I just stumbled upon it one day and I really liked the idea of switching up the one who controls the whole circus. And all those changes to the characters, their style, the clothes, colors and all those little details, I just love everything about that AU. All these characters feel really calming/relaxing to draw If these are the right words to use. (I really hope it doesn't sound too weird) I don't know if I would've learnt the things I did if I didn't find that AU.

So I want to say THANK YOU @chez-cinnamon for creating an Awesome AU and all these Beautiful drawings, and for giving me that bit of inspiration I needed.

If anyone decided to read all that and somehow survived, know that I'm sorry if all of that looks like bunch of random thoughts cobbled together (I bet that my english didn't make this any easier) As I said earlier, I write these thing mostly for myself so I can come back and read them in the future (It just helps me sometimes).

And I just want YOU to know, whoever you are, I'm really glad that YOU are here, reading this.

Thank You for being here!

[amazinglyashy]

hi! i was wondering if i can request lads boys comforting their s/o bc their cat has passed. my baby passed today and i’m grieving really hard. thank you and have an amazing day🫶🏻

Moving this one up immediately in my box just to express my condolences. Your baby was very loved, I'm sure, and I hope you get through this tough time with care <3 I'm sorry for your loss. It's a tough time, regardless of who you're losing. My partner's grandpa passed a couple years back and I remember us crying, laughing and bowling, crying again, and talking a lot. Heck, I went to a craft store right after I heard the news and wandered around for two hours without any goal. I think I bought lolipop sticks. Take care love <3 You'll get through this. I know it's hard.

LaDS men when your pet cat has passed away

Xavier -

Since he lives so close by, your baby was his baby too, so he's devastated. Not equally so, he knows you spent more time with them, and you had them long before you had met him, but still- the pain exists.

The both of you are a bundle of blankets for a long while, just lying in the comfort and going through the both of your phones as you look for every single photo or video that has your cat in it, even just a little bit.

Lots of tears, but lots of laughs as well.

Everything is clear and apparent with every single memory the two of you go through- every little quirk your cat had, every little habit they had-

You both have a really nice time just talking about your cat, and any of the goofy mischief they used to get up to.

Of course you cry, and of course Xavier holds you through it. He knows how hard this is for you, and he knows it'll pass.

But until then, he's got you.

He's always got you.

Zayne -

He may be pragmatic to an extreme sometimes, but when it comes to grieving, he knows how hard it can be on the human psychic.

Not to mention on someone like you, who's already been through enough.

He'll definitely ask you if you want a hug, and if the answer is yes, he'll hold you, squeezing you so snugly and for so long that surely his muscle memory doesn't know a different position anymore.

Warm tea or cocoa, his old cardigan on your shoulders, pillows and blankets surrounding you on the couch, and just…

A lot of care.

If you ask him for any opinions or advice, he probably won't be able to give it to you. He doesn't want to risk anything coming out abrasive when you're still so tender, so he'll settle for condolences and anything comforting he can think of.

"I know it hurts. And you can try as you might, but the hole they left won't ever manage to be blocked out. All you can do is keep going, and hold their memory close."

Sylus -

Deep breath, it's going to be alright.

Loss is definitely something he's familiar with- and it's partially why he doesn't have anyone of his own. Mephisto may have a personality, but he's also mechanical. There's no way for him to disappear, because every bit of data in him gets saved, just in case.

But there's also no way your cat will disappear either, because Sylus has saved every memory of her, to make sure you will always have something should this day arrived.

He just didn't expect it to come so soon.

Doesn't matter what job he has, it's left to Luke and Kieran. He's by your side to care for you in whatever capacity you may need. He takes a lot of initiative, but he also asks you a lot of questions too. He doesn't want to risk making you uncomfortable, and he knows you're extra tender right now.

A lot of physical affection if that's what you need, and a lot of ideas to help you through it- whether he takes you out somewhere to help distract you from the pain, or goes through old memories with you to help you grieve through it, he'll do anything.

For as long as you may need.

Rafayel -

He hated cats.

Except for this one.

That was partially your fault, but also partially the darned cat's fault for being such a love.

He's devastated, both for you, and for himself.

He'll hug you- kiss you. Anything he can think of that usually cheers you up, even though he knows there's really nothing that's going to help right now.

He's been there, he's experienced loss. He knows what you're going through, and unfortunately- he knows that also means there's not really any helping it.

Someday when you're ready- could be in a month, could be three years from now, it doesn't matter at all him- he'll make you probably one of the favorite gifts you'll ever receive from him.

It's a portrait of your past baby, flowing full of life and color with eyes that sparkle almost as well as theirs did back when they were still around.

Almost.

And sometimes, 'almost' is more than enough to help ease the pain.

[chemicallywrit]

Hello everyone! How’s your summer going? Mine’s great because my summer job involves being outside and listening to audio drama all day! It’s Audio Drama Sunday!

🔧 I am a huge fan of podcast musicals in general, so a musical retelling (or untelling) of the Odyssey? Hearthbound had me from the jump. And the STYLE of musical it is hits so hard on this road trip story. It feels lonesome in a way I never got from the Odyssey, but really should have, because yeah, Odessa truly is just out there on her own. I can’t wait for more.

🧠 The phrase, “He beat you with his big wet brain!” is gonna stick with me for a while. Thank you @killjamxxx. As usual, I owe this show my life. This might be the most teacherly thing I’ve said in a hot minute, but I find a contract gotcha to be a wildly satisfying win. I hope things turn around for Faustina and I love that even “desperately shooting a commercial for much less than she’s worth” is a fun and violent episode.

🐜 I am very excited for the new series of The Adventure Zone, but can I just say—if you like this premise, you should check out Warlock! It has the added bonus of feeling almost exactly like watching an anime, plus the complicated magical worldbuilding and individual arcane gifts that Royale is promising us. Check it out!

🫁 As per usual, @thegospelofhaven hits right in the guts. This episode described itself as Isiah finding a problem and Rebecca finding a solution—but what’s excellent is that it’s also the opposite. Isiah finds the answer to what’s actually happening to Haven, and Rebecca creates an entirely new awful problem. It’s amazing how when you live in and worship the body of your god, you put so much emphasis on the god part that it’s easy to forget about the body. The viscerality of this show really comes through this episode.

🤖 Oh jeez. Oh heck. So I’m eight episodes in to @luxradium’s Metropolis, due to catch up at some point today, and Nan is on the run and too many people know her secret and Oliver has secrets of his own and the island is worse than anyone thought, and I have a theory, because no one ever dies in Metropolis…what a freakin great show.

That’s it for me! Join me this week in touching grass, it’s good for you, especially doing so while trying not to gasp at plot twists. See you next week!

[piplup335]

Guest 1337 x reader!

note: in this story, he never got married! now with that aside, to the note we go :D

*ahem*

HELLO, F E L L A S

“omg no way, 2 stories in a week???1?1!!?” HECK YEAH BOIII

I felt a bit silly and tried out what I like to call a 1 hour challenge! :D

basically, it involves me cooking up a story within an hour :,) I can’t do it for my requests as sticking to a specific prompt takes more time, sorry! ;-;

but yeah, wrote this for the sillies, so on this platform it goes :D

enjoy! :)

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You had a normal life. Had.

You enjoyed your days in the real world. You had a job you liked, parents you loved, and a life with a nice work-life balance. The only thing you didn't have was a romantic partner, but you were still content with your life.

You were just a regular person.

So why did fate have to be so cruel to you?

Why did it decide to throw you, of all people, into a cruel loop of life and death? Why did you have to be ripped away from everything and everyone you once knew?

You weren't so different from the others, you soon found out.

When you saw the other survivors for the first time, you were too scared to talk to them. But after taking a few hits for Dusekkar and giving a medkit to Builderman, they slowly started to warm up to you.

Instead of seeing you as just another survivor, they saw you as an ally. A companion that could be trusted. A familiar face, another beacon of hope that they could get through another round.

Slowly but surely, you started to act more naturally around the other survivors. You laughed more at Shedletsky's crappy jokes. You let Elliot heal you with a pizza to the face while Jason was chasing you. Every face you saw was no longer that of a stranger, but a friend.

And once everything was said or done, win or lose, the survivors would respawn and return to the cabin they called home to rest until the Spectre, the very thing that threw you into this forsaken realm, grouped up everyone for yet another dance with death.

Over time, you got to know everyone better. Elliot, the pizza boy. 007n7, a retired hacker for good, now a dad wishing to reconnect with his son. Shedletsky, Dusekkar and Builderman, all with experience as Robloxia's governors. You could relate to Noob- a regular fella who got thrown in for seemingly no reason.

But there was no one you could connect to as much as Guest 1337.

The both of you were quite similar. Stripped away from everyone and everything the two of you loved and cared about.

He lost his family, his friends, everything. He lost everything. Cruelly torn away from everything like it was but cheap fabric.

You could almost see yourself in him.

The two of you bonded over that, even during rounds. You'd give some of your supplies to him and distract the killer when his health got low. Guest would block the killer's attacks for you and distract the killer long enough for you to find Elliot and heal up.

After rounds, the both of you would sit on the couch in the living room, chatting about your previous lives as the flames danced and crackled around the logs in the fireplace.

Eventually, the both of you slowly fell for each other. You were his everything, and he was yours. The both of you became each other's cornerstones...the only thing preventing any of you from going insane.

Guest confessed first while the both of you were in the middle of a round. It was adorable, because he was blushing furiously when he did. Instead of the tough, no-nonsense soldier you were so used to seeing, you saw a blushing mess, like a high school teenager confessing to their crush for the first time. Of course, you accepted his confession...and he was so ecstatic and touched, that he ended up kissing you right then and there.

It was as if the both of you had finally completed each other.

The both of you found one thing, something that was always out of reach.

Someone to love.

John Doe walked in on the both of you kissing, but instead of impaling the both of you with spikes, he paused at the doorway...as if he remembered something. But he seemed to shake it off and walk away without disturbing the moment.

At least he was nice about it.

Regardless, a relatively brutal round had just ended. Jason's relentless hunt killed the vast majority of the survivors, with you, Guest and Elliot remaining. Thankfully, Elliot was skilled at dodging Jason's machete swings...otherwise, the round might have lasted for a bit longer than anyone would've liked. Any of the survivors, at least.

Both you and Guest were exhausted. The two of you just wanted to rest and relax after a long day...and that was what brought you to this point.

You were curled up in Guest's arms, your face pressed up to his torso.

"Dearest, you're warm..."

The male looked down at you. He adored how you looked, wrapped up in the sheets with your cheek pressed up against him. You looked so peaceful in this state...

"And you look adorable, my love."

You let out a sleepy chuckle and wrapped your arms around him, pulling yourself closer to him. You loved him so much...and you never wanted this moment to end. You loved everything about him- from the battle scars that never really healed to his blue hair, usually neatly combed and styled, now all over the place because of how much you messed with it.

"...you're comfortable...I could fall asleep like this because of you, Guest..."

You felt one of his hands moving behind your head, his fingers tenderly carding through your hair and messing it up slightly. His free hand snaked down to your waist to rub small, soothing circles on your back.

"Holding you in my arms makes me feel complete, (Y/n). I never imagined I'd love someone as much as I love you now...but here we are. Just you and me after a long day..."

The combined sensations coupled with the low rumble of Guest's voice was too relaxing for you. You were already exhausted from the round, and being in your lover's arms only made you feel drowsy and tired. You needed to sleep.

"Guest...? I'm tired..."

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. A kiss with so much love behind it.

"Sleep, my love. I'll be here to watch over you."

You would never get tired of his kisses. But you were tired now, that was for sure. You felt so safe and secure in his arms, like a protective shield from whatever this dimension had in store for you...

...but now was not the time to stress about the future. You got through the round, and now it was time to rest.

"Goodnight, Guest...I love you..."

You closed your eyes and began to drift off.

Just before you dozed off into the realm of nothingness, you managed to catch a soft, loving whisper right beside you.

"I love you too, (Y/n). Sleep well."

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and that’s it for this story! take care, and I’ll see you all soon! :D

[nikipuff]

Hi hi hi! I hope you're still open for request for Adwd! Idk wheter or not to put this before or after their meeting. Imagine MC got blinded temporary and Casper help them quietly and make sure they don't know he was there. Their pet probably would know

I really like your writing so far! So I'm excited to request you this!

A Helping Hand

tags: blind reader, casper is in deep denial at first, the pet's like a bratty child but we love them anyway <3, mentions of death

paring: Casper x Reader

a/n: uarg casper content... casper requests.. save me..... i have so many ronin requests rn and this one made my motivation go up so quickly :3

Casper didn’t expect this when you told him you were injured. It was over call, and he hadn’t heard from you that entire morning. Even though he would never admit it, he was worried about you. Your screen off, your voice was slightly wobbly as you informed him that you would only be able to call for a while.

He didn’t think anything of it. Less time talking to you meant less time being annoyed by your pretty face, your teasing voice, the way that your hair occasionally fell in front of your eyes and how you would blow it out of the way with a lazy smirk.

Yet, when he went to make his attempt on your life that day (today’s plan was a falling book from your shelf), he found you struggling to locate something. Hands flying around as they tried to reach a hair tie that was on your desk across the room.

Being as quiet as possible, Casper crept closer, a sharp inhale escaping him as he saw your face.

Your eyes were covered by…. Something. Patch looking things of some kind. Couldn’t you just take them off and be able to see?

Although, he knew that if you could, you would.

As Casper watched you struggle to complete even the most basic of tasks, he made a decision to help you in any way possible.

Occasionally nudging objects closer to you, making sure that you wouldn't step or touch anything harmful. Heck, he even stopped with his attempts. And you still didn't notice.

But your little pet? They did.

They looked at Casper with narrowed eyes, sticking close to you and refusing to leave your side. It was annoying, to say the least. It took days for them to get used to him, and even more for them to realize that he was trying to help you.

One time as he was preparing you a meal, the little creature came up to paw at him, silently asking for some. And in a gesture of peace, he fed the gremlin some of your food.

Casper knew that he would have to stop doing this soon. It wasn't a good idea to get attached to you in any way, seeing as your fate was decided from the start.

But he couldn't help it, could he?

He wanted to see the way your hair would be tossed into a messy bun, your eyes tired as you woke early. How your eyes sparkled when you looked at something you loved. The sights left him wanting more and more.

Even seeing you do tiny things around the house made Casper want to stay.

Was this his life now? Doomed to love a mortal, just like one of his first friends. By doing so, he was condemning himself to the same fate.

However, you were something worth dying for.

[parasolladyansy]

PKMN & spring rain

Why, hello again, Rain. Hehe. 🩵

It’s almost the first day of spring, my favorite time of year (even as I start to get allergies lol). It’s a cool, damp, overcast day, & thought I’d have a little fun with the plush team. ^u^

Welcome to my tiny, little rainy garden. 🌧️🪺🌱

She’s a little messy, & some flowers are still in the middle (or beginning) of growing. That’s okay though - so am I lol. ;u;

The little umbrella decoration Zephyr is Roosting on is supposed to be a bird feeder, but it’s a bit small - I mostly use it for the vibes. I did put a little birdseed though, just in case (thinking of just getting a tiny plant to grow in there lol).

I’m slowly getting more feathered friends visiting me, thanks to the bigger dish of birdseed I left out - a pair of mourning doves are my most regular visitors, but I saw a pair of cardinals this morning, along with a little finch. Now I just gotta find a way to stop the birdseed from falling down on my downstairs neighbor’s balcony…I’m so sorry neighbors, I swear I don’t mean it! >u>;;

I always get white geraniums & violas / pansies. The geraniums stick around for most of the year - I like how their flower bunches look like puffy cumulus clouds (especially in the sky blue pot it’s in). ☁️

Here’s a bit of rain lore 🌧️ It was believed that if you pick a pansy in the morning, it’ll rain later in the day. I think it might be from the fact that pansies / violas are one of the first & last flowers you plant in the year, which also is the time we see some more rainfall as the air & temperatures shift. Either way, that’s why they’d use pansies for rain spells.✨

I also have my paperwhites out here now, & planted some bird-eye speedwell seeds - we’ll see if they bloom / sprout. Meanwhile, I always dreamt of growing a pretty blue hydrangea (they were in my wedding bouquet 🩵). This was the spring I said, “heck - let’s try it!” We’ll see how she grows, & if she flowers this summer. 8u8

Oh, & where’s Cirrus? My little garden is a bit too messy for him lol, so he stayed in & helped me make harusame soup. “Harusame” means “spring rain”, I think because of the clear glass noodles. =u=

Thanks for spending this time with me. These days, I’ve been trying to just concentrate on what I can do, what hope, happiness, & / or peace I can find (& share). Luckily, spring is the perfect time to do just that. 🌱

[thecapricunt1616]

Damiana (c.b. oneshot)

𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 (𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓣𝓒): “No. Just stay right like this. I can play with you, right?” He kissed your jaw gently, nipping at the sensitive part near your ear and soothing the sting with his tongue in a way that made you whine. “Yes. But I wanna feel good too” you said, voice needy already. It was quite embarrassing the effect he so easily had on you, he barely even had to try.  “Oh of course princess, y’think I’d neglect my favorite toy? When have I ever left you without makin’ sure y’feel good mm?” He kissed the base your neck right at the top of your spine, spreading your thighs with his knee, your bodies flush together. 

♡ O/S Inspo: Damiana (otherwise known as loveseed) is used to increase the intensity of sexual magick, increase magical energy, divination, dreams/clairvoyance, enhance pleasure and increase psychic abilities.

♡ Summary: You & Carmy wake up extra early on your day off for some reason, so he knows a good way to put you both back to sleep.

♡ W/C: 1,737

♡ Posted Date: 04/18/2024

♡ A/N: OMG Thank you all for 100 followers what the actual heck!!! I want to give each and every one of you a forehead smoochin, thank you so much for hanging out with me and supporting my work! As per usual my requests are alwayyys open! For Carmy x Reader & Carmy x Sydney I woke up today at the asscrack of dawn for no reason at all, and was hit with a strike of writing lightning!! Just in time for my 100 follower celebration :D!!! I hope you enjoy this smutty smutty goodness. Sidenote - Taylor is releasing an album tomorrow so I am bouncing off the walls of my iron cage and gnawing at the bars I'M SO READY!!!! ANYWAYS enjoy my friends <3

♡ Warnings for BTC: Unedited (we die like men!!!)  Breeding kink, swearing, smut smut smut, fluffy needy Carmy, established relationship NO USE OF Y/N

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡

Early mornings with Carmy were your favorite. Well - the early mornings that he wasn’t jumping in the shower even before the sun had kissed the horizon. But these mornings. 

You woke up this morning at 4:52 - it was Sunday, your favorite day. Carmy & your day. The Bear was closed, the single day a week that it was - so it meant your loving, wonderful husband could stay in bed with you until 3 if he wanted.  

He’d told you many times before if you woke before him for some reason on your sacred together day, to wake him because he didn’t want to spend a moment without you - but for now, you watch. 

It wasn’t often you saw your beloved man like this, fully at peace. Well, other then when he fucked you - but while awake he never fully looked this peaceful. 

You carefully brushed his messy curls off of his forehead, dragging your nails across his scalp gently. You just couldn’t help it, you knew how much he loved it. 

‘Mmm?’ He grumbled, his voice thick and low, husky with sleep. 

“Sorry” you whispered, smiling a bit. You couldn’t help but think of a grizzly bear when he’d make noises like that. While he was in this half asleep - half awake state, he would grunt and huff and grumble, especially on Sundays. 

Just like any other day, his internal clock was on time - and today - he has 0 alarms set. 

“No ‘s fine been up” he said softly. 

You kissed his forehead tenderly, the faintest bit of mint sticking to his breath from last night when he brushed his teeth before practically crawling to bed since he was so exhausted. 

“Bear- it’s Sunday- go to sleep” you said, gently rubbing over his bare chest with your soft palm. 

“Damn birds” he grumbled, causing you to giggle. 

“Y’know it’s the boys, actually? Because the uh…the moms. They go out before the sun, to find breakfast. And the dads are - well. Scientists theorize - that the dads are calling the moms back to the nest, like an alarm the kids are up and hungry” you said softly. 

He hums in interest, rolling on his side with his eyes still closed and gently kissing down your neck as you spoke 

“All I heard was a really good reason we don’t have kids yet” he said, voice deep and thick with sleep. 

“Yeah yeah ok Mr ‘im gonna make you a mom’ “ you imitated his horny raspy voice and he chuckled, snaking his hand under your shirt and rubbing over your stomach gently 

“I am as soon as you take this fuckin thing outta y’r arm” he gently bites down on the inside of your bicep where your implant was, sucking gently, causing you to laugh. 

“I swear to god - your hormones Carm, it's like you’re ovulating or something” you teased and he snorts a laugh into your skin 

“Not my fault you make me horny in the morning” he reached up, palming your breast and squeezing gently 

“You were horny before you woke up fucker, I feel you” you teased, wiggling into his bulge that was pressing into your ass firmly. 

He moaned softly, rolling his hips into yours “Y’gonna help me out or do I have to go shower?” He teased with a grin. 

You roll your eyes playfully “gonna make me work before the sun is even fully in the sky?” You asked and he chuckled a bit 

“No. Just stay right like this. I can play with you, right?” He kissed your jaw gently, nipping at the sensitive part near your ear and soothing the sting with his tongue in a way that made you whine. 

“Yes. But I wanna feel good too” you said, voice needy already. It was quite embarrassing the effect he so easily had on you, he barely even had to try. 

“Oh of course princess, y’think I’d neglect my favorite toy? When have I ever left you without makin’ sure y’feel good mm?” He kissed the base your neck right at the top of your spine, spreading your thighs with his knee, your bodies flush together. 

“Well there was that one time-“ you teased as he pulled his cock out 

“Oh the one time I punished you f’r bein’ a brat.” He squeezed your hip and trailed his hand around your stomach, rubbing gently before dipping his fingers in your panties, finding your clit and humming in satisfaction when you whine hotly, arching into his frame further. 

“Cause you were wearing those slutty gray sweatpants and every bitch in the grocery store was staring at your dick print” you counter, causing him to chuckle, the vibration coursing through you since you were flush to him like one being.

“mmmm and is that why you’re so wet, cause you’re thinkin’ about me wearing something slutty?” He teased rubbing slow firm circles in the way that made you writhe and squirm. 

“Stop teasing before you nut all over my back” you smirk and he gasps, feigning offense. 

“Someone is mouthy this morning” he moved the fabric to the left, rubbing his thick cock over your folds easily with your slick aiding him, moaning softly. 

“Mmmm thank you” you rest your head back on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. “Feels soooo nice.” You mumble as he slowly rolls his hips, the head of his cock teasing your clit just enough. 

It wasn’t a full rub, not enough to make you cum for a while, but more a pleasant gentle massage. You felt his hand back on your stomach, rubbing short strokes up and down as he pants, in pure quiet bliss. That was something you adored about him-  whenever you were in public, he was shy, quiet. So quiet. But when you were alone together- the man didn’t have an off switch. 

Neither did you, but yours didn’t shut off in public, either. You did enough talking for the both of you, it was what drew him to you. The only time you made him more quiet, was when he was playing with you this way in the morning. You were pretty sure it was the time, his brain hadn’t fully woken yet - but he had one thought bouncing around like a DVD video logo his cock was achingly hard. 

“I’m probably gonna fall asleep but you’ll wake me right?” You asked and all you got in response was a breathy ‘mmhmm’ 

He gently bit down on your neck, then your shoulder, then your arm, causing you to giggle and look back at him as well as you could “you wanna suck on it. Don’t you.” You teased, referring to your implant. 

Another whiny ‘mmhmm’ and he rolls his hips a bit harder, causing you to moan as his tip ruts over your clit firmer 

“So sweet.” You smiled lazily, closing your eyes once more and humming “I love this Bear y’make me feel so good” you said softly and he whimpers 

“Fuckin’ hell y’too sweet. Lettin’ me play with you like this sweetheart, the sweetest girl” he praises, pushing the hair from your messy sleep off your forehead and kissing your temple. 

“Cus’ y’the best husband” you laced your fingers together and held your hands over your stomach. 

“Mmmm y’know I fuckin love hearin’ y’say that, right?” He rasps, hips getting sloppier and rougher as he got closer to his high. 

“I do every time I say my husband on the phone you blush. It's the cutest thing that you’re still feelin’ like we’re on our honeymoon 2 whole years later” you kissed his hand sweetly. 

“Cause I’m so fuckin’ lucky. Can’t fuckin’ believe y’agreed to take my last name babe. The way you say our last name is so fuckin pretty” he said, kissing your shoulder gently

“I feel so fancy with it. Mrs.Berzatto. Berzatto is so much cooler then my maiden name.” you said 

“Fuckin hell sweetheart im so close can I please cum in you?” He begged, his voice needy and wanting

“Of course Bear Y’don’t need to ask” you said and he released your hand, placing his palm at the base of your abdomen and slipping in, filling you to the hilt. 

You whimper, back arching slightly “mmm feel’so full” you mutter, gasping as he started a quick snap of his hips, jaw falling slack. 

“It’s so fuckin hot that I can feel myself fuck you” he pressed his palm firmer into your abdomen, angling himself in a way to both feel himself better, but also slide perfectly against your gspot 

“Yeah y’get so deep bear. Y’gonna fill me up? Y’gonna knock me up? Mmm?” You whine, your own orgasm approaching fast 

“Fuck yeah I am princess sh-iiit. Fuck gonna make y’a fuckin mom” he grunts, spreading your legs further and reaching down to rub your clit making you clench around him. 

He whimpers hips stuttering as he ruts into you, completely bottoming out trying to get as deep as he can as he empty’s his huge load into you, breathing hard and remaining still inside of you while he rubs your clit in quicker circles. 

He could tell you were on the edge because of the way you were clenching and unclenching around his now overstimulated cock, he wanted to get you there so he could remain inside of you for a while. 

“That’s it, my good girl. Thank you Angel, you took me so well. Y’can always handle whatever I give you it’s so fuckin hot.  Now I’m gonna make sure y’re all taken care of, mmm? Just like I promised” he said softly into the shell of your ear before kissing your head gently. 

“I’m cumming. I’m fucking cumming - oh- fuck-“ you whine, thighs shaking as some of your mixed arousal drips down his balls to his thigh. 

“Gooood. Tha’s it, good girl” he praised, slowing his fingers to a slow rub as he worked you down. 

“Mmm that was so nice Carmy” you hummed, looking back and kissing his lips lovingly. 

“So nice princess. Thank y’for letting me” he kissed the tip of your nose gently “can I stay in a little longer” he kissed your jaw gently 

“Course- I was actually gonna ask you to. I like falling asleep like this” you laced your fingers together holding your interlocked hands over your belly.  “Y’so fuckin perfect” he mumbled into the skin of your neck.

[crystalic-ender]

Random Sonadow boom fanfic

On this episode, Team Sonic is seen eating at Meh burger. 

“Well, this is nice!”

Amy cheered. And she was Right, it has been nice.

Eggman hadn’t attacked for a few days, and it was overall a nice, sunny day, so it's been relaxing, although, in Sonic’s opinion, a bit boring.

Tails hummed and nodded; “Yeah! It’s been great! I’ve made so many improvements on different inventions and on the tornado!”

”I don’t trust it! He’s waiting for us to be off guard, and then when we’re least expecting it, WOOSH! Turns out, hes been working with aliens to take over the planet, and the alien invasion would start!-“

”I seriously doubt Eggman holds enough likable energy to even talk to one on good terms, let alone convince them to join him.”

Sonic interrupted Sticks' chant. Sticks immediately stood up.

”THAT'S WHAT HE WANTS YOU TO THINK!”

Everyone sighed at Stick’s shenanigans. Before another word could be spoken—

“Ha! Look at the idiotic rodents, cheerfully eating lunch! Not for long~!”

Ugh. Eggman. Everyone looked over as he released Some more crab bots. Sonic rolled his eyes as he stood up and destroyed one.

”Really, Egghead? Just haaaad to show up now? We were enjoying a meal without you.”

Sonic rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah! We were doing just fine with our cardboard made edibles without you here!”

Knuckles yelled out. Eggman laughed.

”Well, your cardboard is about to be recycled! Robots, attack!!!”

Eggman yelled as his minions went out to attack. Sonic scoffed as they all went into position. However, before they could even start fighting, a yellow streak went past, destroying 5 badniks that were in a line.

Sonic and his friends blinked and looked over to see Shadow, holding up wires of some of the badniks. Eggman gasped.

”S-Shadow!? I had no idea you’d be here-“

”Leave. Now.”

Shadow glared at Eggman.

”I was planning to buy some things today and dealing with the ruckus you were about to make is not on my list, so leave.”

Eggman gulped.

”Y-Yeah! Of course-uh-Shadow! Oh! By the way, we’re having a dinner this Friday at 8, was hoping you’d come around-“

”I will not attend.”

“Right, of course—well, bye!”

With that, Eggman went off, his robots retreating. Shadow sighed in annoyance while Team Sonic stared at Shadow in confusion.

Sticks growled and got into a fighting position. Sonic sighed.

”Soooo you're here, edgelord? What are you doing here this time? A fight again? Dude, I’m not in the mood to—“

”Silence, fool! I’m not here for you or any of your insignificant friends! I had already stated I am here to buy a few things.”

Shadow scoffed and crossed His arms in the Normal stance they nearly always saw him in. Sonic sighed. Seriously, what was with this guy? They rarely see him around. And since when did Shadow ever shop in hedgehog village? Would have thought he would buy stuff somewhere with more high quality things.

”If that’s the case, why did you ’help’ us?”

Amy asked, tilting her head a little bit.

Shadow growled and rolled his eyes, his ears lowering in a bit of annoyance.

”Don’t mistake that for ‘helping’ you! I merely only did so because I don’t want to shop while hearing noise from the ruckus you and Robotnik was about to cause. If I’m going to shop in this pathetic town, I at least want silence and to be unbothered.”

Shadow said strictly as he then began turning around. Sonic ran over to him. Normally, he wouldn’t even bother with shadow, heck, he would go back to eating. However, he ran over to Shadow (wasn’t that hard considering he wasn’t that far away), and stood in front of him, examining him.

’Wait, wait wait wait wait wait!”

Shadow groaned, his eyes rolling up in irritation before he looked back at Sonic, his ears twitching in annoyance.

”What is it now, hedgehog!?”

“I’ve NEVER seen you shop here before,”

Sonic said, poking Shadow’s side. Shadow stepped back, immediately looked even more irritated and Opened his mouth to yell-

“Yeah! How do we know you’re not going to implant some kind of mind control device when none of us are watching!? HOW DO WE KNOW YOUR NOT WORKING FOR ALIENS OR FOR THE GOVERNMENT!?!?”

Sticks shouted. Shadow growled.

”I work for no one! I am merely here just to shop, but if you so want to annoy me by your ridiculous claims, then I will gladly bring you all down to your place—“

”Hey now, we don't want a fight—Sticks stop that, we don’t want to cause anything.”

Tails said, chuckling nervously as Sticks looked to be ready to throw her boomerang. Tails quickly added on,

“Besides, if Shadow did want to do that, he would have done it by now! We barely see him!”

”Yeah, but that’s because he doesn’t get screen time.”

Sticks rebutted. Everyone muttered in agreement. Shadow rolled his eyes, growling, his ears going down in irritation. How dare they mention his near non-existent screen time!

”Enough of this, I’m leaving.”

”Hold on, we just want to know why you helped us.”

Knuckles said.

”Normally you just come and beat us up. And we want an answer!….woah, did I just remember what we were asking him previously?! Maybe my memory is getting better!”

Knuckles said in excitement before Shadow immediately glared at him.

“No, it's clearly getting worse since I already said I didn’t help you. I wanted to shop in peace, so I tore up Eggman’s robots and told him to leave and he went. That's it.” 

“Oh.”

Knuckles said in a deadpan voice. Shadow then went to get around Sonic. However, Sonic thought before quickly asking

“Why did Eggman listen to you anyways?”

”…Huh?”

”Why did Eggman listen to ya? I mean, sure, he finds you cool or whatever, but I doubt that’s the whole reason.”

Sonic clarified, placing his hands on his hips. Shadow glared at Sonic.

“I have no need to explain myself to you, hedgehog.”

”Come onnnn~, just say why and we’ll get out of your hair.”

Sonic snickered, determined to get his answer. Knuckles nodded and stepped forward.

”yeah, else we’ll decide that there’s something going on—“

”Like you two teaming up to give our locations to government agents!”

Sticks yelled, pointing at Shadow.

”THAT’S RIGHT, WE’RE ONTO YOU!”

Shadow scoffed, eyes narrowing in annoyance

”Ugh! Fine! If it gets you all to leave me alone without a fight…not that I couldn’t take you down. Just not in the mood too.”

Shadow scoffed. Sonic perked up and blinked.

”Wow, really? I thought you were always in the mood to fight.”

”It’s for plot convenience, Sonic. They took away my desire to fight for now. Not that it’ll last for long, but it's annoying.”

”Well, thank goodness for the author. I wasn’t in the mood to Fight. Now tell us!”

Sonic said with a smirk, placing his hands on his hips with a stuff-eating grin. Shadow rolled his eyes.

”Ugh. Fine. Me and Eggman are…related—“

“WHAT!?”

Team Sonic yelled out together. Sticks immediately threw down her boomerang and pointed at Eggman.

”I TOLD YOU EGGMAN WAS AN ALIEN! AND NOW WE KNOW HE’S RELATED TO AN ALIEN!”

”We all know Eggman’s human, and I doubt Shadow’s an alien, so let's not think of that.”

”THAT'S WHAT HE WANTS YOU THINK, AMY! THAT'S WHAT HE WANTS YOU TO THINK!”

They then decided to ignore Sticks.

Knuckles paused, looking confused

”…so…Eggman’s a hedgehog?”

“No, you ignorant buffoon!”

Shadow scoffed, growling in annoyance.

”I was admitted into his family, hence I’m…a part of his family. My last name is still Robotnik, so…”

”Wow…you're adopted?”

Sonic snickered. Shadow growled, his ears pinning down in frustration, maybe even a bit of embarrassment.

”Shut it, hedgehog!”

”Never!”

“So, what ‘family’ role do you play for Eggman?”

Tails curiously asked, stepping forward. Shadow took a Deep breath.

”…it could be ‘cousin’, however a more accurate one would be his uncle.”

Team Sonic paused. His uncle? Isn’t Shadow, like, Sonic’s age?

Sonic hummed.

”Uncle? Aren’t you, like, the same age as me?“

”I am.”

”…Then how are you Eggman’s uncle?”

Sonic asked, staring at Shadow with squinting eyes. Tails sighed

”Sonic, younger kids can be adopted by old people. If he was adopted by Eggman’s grandfather, then it would make him Eggman’s uncle.”

Tails explained. Shadow hummed…it wasn’t what happened, but it was more complicated if he said the truth, not like they ever need to know the truth. Knuckles looked to the sky

”Oh yeah! That makes way more sense than time travel!”

Knuckles said aloud. Amy looked at him with confusion on her face

”Where did you get time travel from?”

”I thought he was from the past and came here.”

Shadow hummed at Knuckles statement. Not entirely wrong, but…

”Wait! So, you’re Eggman’s uncle? Is that why he listens to you?”

Tails asked. Shadow raised a brow

”Yes, I just said that.”

”Just wanted to clarify it. So…is that the only reason he listens and wants you to join him? Because your family?”

Tails asked. Shadow groaned. This was taking WAY longer than he wanted, however plot convince made him want to explain, so he talked

”Although I’m sure it's part of it, it's also because he finds me cool and amazing, as he should. He believes I am very strong and can help him. He also referred to me as the….’cool uncle’ at some point, whatever that means.”

”You? The ‘cool uncle’? Puh-lease! I doubt you could ever be that cool!”

Sonic rolled his eyes. Shadow growled, crossing his arms with a glare.

”Way cooler than you, I can assure. Unfortunately, that ‘coolness’ is what motivates him to always bother me when I want to be left alone!”

Shadow huffed. Sonic hummed and seemed to think for a bit before he smirked

”Sooooo~, if you're Egghead’s uncle, does that mean whoever you date would be his step uncle?”

Shadow blinked, unsure of where this was going.

”…I suppose.”

”Annnnnnd by definition, It would mean he would have to Listen to them? For family’s sake?”

”I guess? Where are you going with—“

”Date me.”

….

Silence was all that was heard. The rest of team Sonic stared at Sonic with shocked (Tails had a mix of disgust in there) faces. Sonic just held his smirk.

When Shadow finally processed it, he blushed before punching Sonic. FINALLY! He has escaped plot convenience!

“Ack-!”, Sonic yelped as he tumbled and fell to the ground. Shadow growled, his ears down in embarrassment as he glared at Sonic, his arms in a position as if he was about to send another punch to Sonic.

”What!? What the hell!?”

Shadow yelled.

”Are we allowed to say that?” called Knuckles in the distance.

Sonic, stubborn as ever, just stood up with a smirk.

”Hey! Hear me out—“

Sonic managed to block an oncoming punch from Shadow

”Ack-C’mon! Just for a week!”

”Why would I—“

”To mess with Egghead! If I became your ‘boyfriend’, then he would have to listen to me! And that would be HILARIOUS!”

”Why would I ever—“

”Who knows, maybe he’ll be soooo angry with you afterwards, he’ll leave you alone for a while!”

“…”

Shadow paused. Annoy….Eggman? Admittedly, he never thought of doing something Eggman hated to get him to leave Shadow alone, and dating Eggman’s arch-nemesis, someone who Shadow ALSO hated, seemed a bit far-fetched…however, it might give him the peace and quiet he had been hoping for for so long….

Shadow hummed, pausing, stepping his foot up and down, his hand on his chin. 

Sonic blinked. Wait, was he actually thinking about—

“Deal.”

There was a silence that followed afterwards. Sonic blinked slowly, processing the fact that Shadow had ACTUALLY agreed. He kinda just expected to get thrown into the store across the street.

Amy looked shocked, yet a bit of hurt and jealousy was on her face. Knuckles looked confused (per usual), Tails was staring back and forth between Sonic and Shadow, as if both surprised that Shadow actually accepted and disgusted with Sonic for even suggesting it. 

Sticks broke the silence a moment later.

”That is an imposter! Shadow would NEVER agree to date someone like Sonic!”

She shouted. Sonic scoffed and crossed his arms, slightly insulted.

”Rude…”

”How DARE you even try to Insinuate that I am a fake. I am the Shadow, the ultimate life form, not some imposter impersonating myself, when there is no need since I am ALL of me! And for your information, I’m not dating him because I like him. Who could like this fool who can’t even make a simple shelf!”

Sonic’s ears went down in irritation at Shadow’s insult.

“Double rude.”

”The only reason I am agreeing is simply because I want a break from Ivo pestering me. Perhaps if I…’date’ his worst enemy for a short time, he’ll try to avoid me. That is all.”

Shadow stated, crossing his arms. Sonic lightly rolled his eyes. Shadow hummed, satisfied with the silence, so he turned around and began walking away

”Now, I will go back to shopping, as you fools have wasted enough of my time.”

Shadow walked towards a building. Sonic rolled his eyes, grumbling

”See ya Tomorrow, ‘babe’.”

”You are not calling me that.”

…….

The next day, while team sonic was returning to meh burger (again, because where else are they supposed to eat?), Sonic noticed a certain hedgehog who happened to be standing there. 

Shadow was standing in front of the mini stairs to meh burger, crossing his arms and standing still. Sonic blinked, running over, stopping in front of him with a curious blank expression, looking Shadow up and down.

”…You actually came?”

”What makes you think I would stand out here for you?”

”Because I doubt you’d eat at Meh burger.”

”….Tch.”

Shadow looked away, annoyed.

”If you want to know, I’m here to wait for Eggman.”

”Huh-Why?”

”He attacks everyday and I was going to tell him that we’re dating…it’s good you showed up. Makes it more believable.”

“…So in other words, you WERE waiting for me.”

”No.”

Before Sonic could respond, Eggman flew in.

”Ha! Prepare yourself, rodents, for my brand new—shadow? Uhhhh….what are you doing here? This is like, the second day you’ve appeared. You normally only get one day.”

Eggman said, looking confused. Shadow looked up at Eggman with his normal scowl.

“About time you showed up, Eggman. I have important news to Share With you.“

”Oh! Important news? From you!? Of course! What is it?”

Eggman asked. Obviously, he thought it was something around the aspect of Shadow thinking about joining him. Shadow took a deep breath.

”Now…It may be hard for you to hear this but—“

”Wait—Are you joining Sonic’s team!?“

”Wha—No! I would never join that pathetic group of unbearable peasants!”

Shadow growled at Eggman’s immediate assumption. Team Sonic looked at Shadow with a glare.

‘Good job at acting like we’re dating.’, Sonic thought as he rolled his eyes. Eggman seemed to sigh of relief.

“Oh thank God! I Was about to have a panic attack! Well then, what is it?”

Shadow took a deep breath.

”I…Sonic and I….well…”

Shadow began but couldn’t seem to finish it. As if even saying it was too much. Shadow took a deep breath, preparing himself to tell Eggman the news when he felt a hand wrap around his waist. Shadow ears lowered and he turned to see Sonic, who had put his hand on Shadow in a nonchalant manner. Shadow was about to punch him but—

“Me and Shads are in a relationship.”

Sonic said in a smug voice. Shadow blinked as he reminded himself he had to pretend to date this hedgehog. Shadow looked down at Sonic’s hand before looking back up to Eggman, who’s face was shocked. 

“WHAT!? You mean to tell me that you two are-“

”living the good life? Yeah~, we are~”

Sonic snickered. Eggman glared at Sonic before paying his attention towards Shadow.

”Shadow, is this true!?”

“….yes—“

”Wha-but I thought you hated Sonic too!”

Eggman yelled with an accusatory voice. Shadow shrugged.

”fifty-fifty.”

”Fifty-fift—I Can’t believe this!”

Eggman shouted. Sonic snickered.

”Well, you better start, Eggman! Since I’m your new step-uncle!”

Urbot and Cubot gasped while Eggman looked offended.

”Wait-who told you that!?”

”Who else?”

Sonic smirked and motioned to Shadow. Shadow let out a sigh. Eggman growled.

”Shadowwww! Why would you tell him!?”

”Hmph.”

”…Well, it doesn't matter! Afterall, you only become related to me at marriage, which I doubt you two are at that stage, so HA!”

Eggman laughed as he pointed at Sonic. Sonic hummed, putting his free hand on his chin as if thinking, before looking to Shadow with a smug smirk.

“How about we let your dear ‘uncle’ decide that~”

Shadow rolled his eyes, his arms still crossed over his chest. He looked to Sonic’s smug face, then to Eggman’s pleading one. Shadow looked to Sonic and then back to Eggman. Then back to Sonic. Then to Eggman.

”….Yes, he’s your step-uncle.”

”WHAT!?”

”HA! In your face, Eggman!”

Sonic snickered and pointed to Eggman. Eggman growled.

”I-you—“

”That means I’m in charge!”

”What-no it doesn’t!? I’ll destroy—“

”Listen to your uncle, Ivo.”

Shadow interrupted. Amy, Knuckles, Tails and Sticks collectively gasped at Shadow’s words. Sonic paused, then looked to Shadow. He was joining in with this!? And here Sonic thought he’d have to do it all.

Eggman looked shocked and somewhat betrayed.

”What—but he isn’t—“

”Ivo.”

Shadow glared at Eggman, giving him a typical ‘do I look like I’m kidding’ face. Eggman gulped before he sulked into his chair.

”Yes Shadow…”

”Good. By the way, we’re coming to that family dinner on Friday.”

Shadow stated with a factual voice. Sonic blinked. Wow, he was really going in full on this.

Eggman stared before standing up again

”WHAT DO YOU MEAN ’WE’RE’!?”

”I said what I mean, Ivo. Sonic is invited since he is also your uncle.”

”Wha-but he—“

”Ivo.”

Shadow glared once more. Eggman growled before sighing and sitting back to sulk in his flying seat.

”Yes Shadow…”

”Good. Don’t make me regret deciding to come. Now get out of my—…I mean, OUR sights.”

Shadow demanded. Eggman sighed.

”…Minions, retreat…”

And with that, Eggman disappeared. As soon as Eggman left, Sonic burst out laughing, falling onto the floor.

”Hahaha! Oh my—oh my gosh! Ahahahaha!!! He totally fell for it!”

Sonic then got up and looked to Shadow

”I’m surprised you joined in with it! I thought I would have had to do all the talking!”

”Be fortunate I joined in, hedgehog. Otherwise, you could not have convinced him.”

Shadow stated, looking away with an annoyed expression. Sonic just snickered. Tails ran over and looked to Sonic, joining the conversation

”It seems like it worked! Though, now you have to attend a family Dinner on Friday.”

Sonic slowly looked to Tails, as if realizing he was supposed to go to a dinner event with Eggman.

”….”

Sonic then looked to Shadow

”REALLY!? Did you HAVE to accept the invite!”

Shadow raised an eye at Sonic’s shouting, looking confused.

”…I thought it would elevate that we were dating, as going to a family dinner and introducing you as ‘my boyfriend’, is a relatively important thing to do, so I thought it would have convinced Ivo that we were dating.”

Shadow explained. Sonic groaned, his ears and tail drooping in annoyance

”Yeah but—but now I actually have to go to an event—an event with EGGMAN!”

”It's not like it's too important. It’s just a family dinner.”

”Yeah, but have you ever BEEN to one of those!?”

”….Yes…?”

”….Right, but STILL!!!”

Sonic complained as he yelled. Shadow rolled his eyes.

”You are such an over dramatic child. It’s not that bad.”

”Is it!? IS IT REALLY!?”

Sonic yelled. Shadow narrowed his eyes, about to escalate things when Amy stormed over

“Sonic, it was YOUR idea to do this to prank Eggman! The least you can do is follow through! And besides, Shadow is putting aside his hatred of attending Eggman’s events for you! You HAVE to do this!”

Amy commended, which just earned more groaning from Sonic.

”Ughhh! Fiiiineeeee!”

Sonic huffed. Amy smiled.

”Good! Now why don’t we find some suitable clothes for this?”

“Wha—its just a family dinner! It’s not like its anything fancy.”

Sonic crossed his arms and looked away. It earned a scoff from Shadow, who walked over.

”It may not be anything fancy, but I swear if you don’t wear at least a jacket, I’ll kill you.”

”Wha-really? You actually care about this stuff?”

”yes. Be fortunate I’m not forcing you to wear pants.”

Sonic sighed. This was horrible….he was thankful that he didn’t have to wear pants though.

Shadow glared at Sonic.

“You better meet me here when it’s time.”

“Yeah yeah…”

Sonic sighed as Shadow teleported away.

…………

Yeah, it was supposed to be longer but I lacked motivation to continue it so here it is.