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crispywaffles2 · 1 month

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Hi I have a request! How about macaque and wukong (separate) acting over protective after if finding out their (female) s/o is pregnant? And how would they act throughout the whole pregnancy?

Please and thank you!

Hi! Of course I can, thank you so much for requesting! I'm not really versed in this particular field of romance or the struggles that it comes with, so I apologize if a lot of these seem out of character or unbearably tropey!

Overprotective Macaque & Wukong with a Pregnant!S/O

Macaque:

The moment it's revealed that you're pregnant he's tweaking out

He doesn't know how to be a dad what the heck

But he also can't deny that he is kind of excited at the prospect of being able to take care of your child!

Or children?

Oh my gosh what if it's twins-

He's seen mortal babies and toddlers walking about in the streets with their parents, and he's well aware of how.. tiny... and stupid... and vulnerable they are

He never much cared for it, thinking that mortal children were weak for not immediately coming into the world with powers or some sense of right and wrong

But it's different with his child! He can't let the tiny, stupid, vulnerable kid in your stomach get hurt!

Rest assured that he's rearranging furniture to make it easier for you to maneuver around

He insists on going out with you everywhere, and if you were to ever voice that you were getting tired of it, then he'd eventually relent...

Maybe send a clone or two to watch you in the shadows without your knowledge, but other than that he'll leave you alone!

He will glare at anyone who's eyes linger on your growing belly bump for too long, giving them a silent warning not to come to close

He'll throw down his cape over a small puddle, gesturing for you to safely cross. He says it's a joke, but really he wants to look like a gentleman in front of you

Despite his overprotective nature, he will not fulfill your cravings without question

"A what?? Why on Earth would our baby need to eat that?? They probably don't even like it!"

Other than your strange food requests, he's happy, eager even to help fulfill anything else

Worried about the stretch marks forming in your stomach? He'll tell you about how they remind him of battle scars and shows off his scars to you to make you feel better

"See? We're both warriors."

In pain from bad cramps? He's secretly panicking and making bad jokes while tending to you because he's nervous.

Stays by your side all the time just in case you start feeling pain. He wants to be there for you

Secretly reads books and looks up videos for first time dads when he thinks no one is looking

He's a warrior! A master of the shadows!

Sly, cunning, teasing, playful, sure!

But a father?

He couldn't even picture himself holding a baby

When the delivery finally happens he is such a Karen

Might as well hire him as a doctor, considering how he practically tried to deliver the baby himself

Eventually though he composes himself and stands in the corner fidgeting nervously

He's never been one to cry, not even in his brotherhood days, but the tears that welled up in his eyes when he held your child couldn't be helped

Instinctively starts trying to groom the baby

It's all over now. You're not pregnant, and the baby is finally here

He's still pretty protective of you, and his child even moreso

All that he could think as he looked into the eyes of your writhing, still slightly damp, baby was those nine months of making frankly disgusting foods were worth it

Wukong:

Absolutely flips when the bomb is dropped that you're pregnant

He genuinely doesn't know what to do

He's not sure if he should be excited that he's going to be a dad or worried that he's going to be a dad

We all know Wukong is protective of those he loves and carries a guilty conscience about including them in his messes

He knows that pretending he knows what he's doing won't get him out of every situation. He knows how many messes he pulls people into. He knows that his lingering 'do now ask questions later' mentality can put those he loves in danger

And now he has a baby too??

It takes a bit, but he eventually starts to warm up to the idea

He's the monkey king! And he'll teach his child to be better than him. Stronger, smarter! Well, not that much stronger because then he wouldn't really hold the crown the one of the strongest beings and he would not be able to handle that

Still though, he'll raise this baby and change his ways doing so

He's cartwheeling all over the place after a while just from pure excitement

Trust and believe this man is NOT reading any baby books or watching any videos. He doesn't need some mortal telling him how to raise his kid. He's the Great Sage

Whether that's a good or bad thing is up to interpretation

He'll rant to his monkeys about all of the things he'll teach the child, and he does it with so much excitement that even they get pumped up

Will try to speculate it's gender and appearance with you

"Maybe it'll have your pretty eyes and my handsome jawline! Or maybe it'll have your hair and a little tail like it's dad!"

Makes little baby toys out of sticks and leafs

He is actually super overprotective of you, but tries to pretend he's just being casual

"Where are you going? Not that I care or anything... You're trying to go to the store?? Babe, you should totally just.. stay here with me. I can make one of my clones do the shopping."

Will furiously stammer and insist that he's not worried about you if you ask

He knows you can handle yourself! It's just... You're all pregnant and vulnerable and round and he's such a worrywart about you!

He thinks that if anything even gently bumps your tummy the baby won't grow or something, so he's constantly paranoid

Rearranges furniture so it's easier for you to get around

He even cleans up just to lighten your load a bit! He must really love you!

He's actually super eager about people looking at your belly bump in public and will absolutely go off on a tangent about how his beautiful partner is about to have a beautiful baby and it's going to be beautiful

But if someone gets a little too close to you he will not hesitate to push them down or maybe accidentally give them a broken wrist if they reach out to touch your stomach

Is confused about why everyone isn't literally bowing to you while you're walking the streets

Genuinely got upset when you two were walking through a crowd and he had to hold you because people wouldn't just part for the pregnant woman walking through

"What?? Ten dollars for this? You do know my partner is pregnant right? This should be free for her! Everyday is a struggle for her! You'd have no idea what she's been through and you're charging her ten dollars-"

He's an absolute Karen

Suggests putting a pillow over your stomach

"That way you won't bump into anything and our child can be cozy!"

Because Wukong is an absolute hazard in the kitchen, he's concocted a crazy amount of different foods

He has no problem fulfilling your strange food requests and even eats them with you

"Oh my goodness! I love crab cakes with syrup!! I'll make some for both of us bud."

Has like three different emergency plans for when you're in pain

The moment you lurch forward or let out a groan he's on it

With a snap of his fingers his monkeys are all marching over to help you sit down in a single file line

He sits there and soothes you as best as he can while his monkeys scamper around trying to get anything you request

When it's finally time Wukong is genuinely confused, thinking that it's just contractions or something, but you keep yelling at him and saying "IT'S TIME!!"

Time for what?? Lunch or...?

Thinking the baby is talking to him through you, he hoists you up on his somersault cloud and zips off

When the doctor gives him a strange look and tells him you're just about to have your baby he freaks out

He tries to help in any way he can, holding your hand, breathing with you

Offers to help with the delivery of the baby

"Oh, looks like it's a bit stuck. Need a little help there bud?"

Losing his mind in the corner of the room but trying to play it cool for you and the doctors.

"Why is it slimy?" Are quite literally the first words that come out of his mouth when the baby is delivered

When he finally has his child in his arms he's all over it

Kisses, cooing, holding, hugging or even just staring at it

He may not know much about being a father, but he will try his best to teach his child not to go down the path he did because he already loves it to the moon and back

#lmk #lmk x reader #sun wukong lmk #wukong x reader #lmk macaque #macaque x reader #lmk headcanon

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dairy-farmer · 6 months

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Okay but re-reading the Ra's part of the Timeloop ask I sent? And the part you wrote? Oh... On No(tm) this man's out here dead set on being a BAD Idea Boyfriend.

Gonna seduce Timothy with his cock. KNOWS he has absolutely no chance of convincing him to Join Him with the usual flowers, dancing, and casual dating approaches for romance... soooo.... Wanna See Him Naked, Detective? *evil sexy eyebrow quirk* *is shirtless and on a throne Just Cause doing his best Slutty wide legged gonna conquer everything sit*

Like? Come on~ make a TERRIBLE life choice. Give him ONE(1!) Chance to rock your world so hard it ruins you forever. He has a multi-step plan. He just needs to pump your guts so good you permanently associate the concept of pleasure with HIM. THEN? You'll feel compelled to return..

It's always "just one more time", isn't it? Detective. Always "this is the LAST time". Stubborn, proud men like Timothy are so WEAK to pleasure, aren't they~? Pain they can handle. But pleasure? That addicts them.

He just needs an opening. Just ONE misstep. A low moment. Some time when Timothy's hunger for warmth outways his rightful caution of Ra's. And? All things are inevitable, if you are patient enough. Especially if you tilt the odds by hand.

Maybe he shows off the goods. Is shirtless more often then he has been in years. Low cut poet shirts and impressive capes. Tight, tight pants. Oh isn't it DISTRACTING, Detective? You aren't having THOUGHTS you won't admit too, aaaare you? Eyes CERTAINLY aren't lingering a bit too long~

Ra's has done this before and he'll do it again. CENTURIES is a word people keep using but honestly, they DO so fail to grasp what that MEANS. He has seduced THOUSANDS. And he's not even that hedonistic. He could have had far more.

He's faced off against genuine Femme Fatales. Homme Fatales. Battles of seduction and wit, daggers and poisons. Death in the night. Beautiful silks stained forever with the blood of their masters. He has nearly died more then once and come out stronger for it.

And? Like when the Bat was lost in time. Eventually his Detective WILL have to be in relatively close quarters with him again. Just close ENOUGH. The last time, he thought him cisgendered. Didn't realize his OPTIONS. Now? Now Ra's wants an HEIR out of him. Preferably a legion. They would be glorious.

But to GET that... first he needs to SEDUCE the Detective. Can't put offspring in a womb you haven't fucked. He ramps up his petty bullshit. TARGETED petty bullshit that will require Tim, specifically, too fix. He sword fights shirtless. Makes sure to subtly oil up a bit first. One MUST take care of their skin of course. It has NOTHING to do with the fact it will both perfume the air AND catch the light, drawing Timothy's attention to his muscles as they fight. Of course not.

Perish the THOUGHT, Detective~

And it eventually works. Because of course it does. Tim is stressed. Horny. Stressed AND horny. His life has gone to shit AGAIN. Everyone is fighting AGAIN. Everything hurts mentally, emotionally, and physically. And fuckin' Ra's is there... once AGAIN swanning around topless. All rippling abs and deep rumbling purr. Threats and word play. Posturing.

Telling him he'll GLADLY deactivate the bombs if Tim spends the night with him. Not even in his bed. Just... just in his company. Bastard being all assured and decadent and offering him food. And... and... Tim is so fucking tired. The thought of fighting of ninjas and swinging all over the place tonight sounds god awful.

His body hurts. HE hurts. He's hungry. Sore. Ra's is vaguely behaving. This room is warm and those seats look soft. That food looks good. Tim decides... "You know what? Fuck it. Why not." There are a LOT of reasons why not. Starting with "This is EXACTLY what Ra's wants" but? Tim is past caring.

He says sure. Ra's isn't even gloat-y about it. Just casually calls off the bombs. Tim should probably be pissed about that but... mmmm, food. He collapses into a chair instead. It's absurdly comfortable. The night is surreal. He gets fed. They talk about furniture as Tim tries to pry the chair makers name out of Ra's to no avail. Ra's gives him an honest to gods feet and hand massage.

It's... it's nice? Really nice. Relaxing even. Tim is suspicious. Not so much he DOESN'T take the deal again... but you know... suspicious.

And Ra's keeps feeding him. There's pleasant conversation about interesting things. Massaging of sore muscles. Hands that drift higher and higher. Lower and lower. Casually. And Tim is... is so WARM. Full belly, comfortably cradled by the various seats, muscles massaged loose.

Then he makes the mistake of getting SO used to this... he just starts showing up. Not changing into his RR suit first. Ra's is patient, but crows with victory in his mind. He waits until Tim is wearing a lovely suit. No particular day but not too soon into the change in behavior. Can't spook him, after all.

His fingers are lighter then any pickpocket's unbuckling the belt. The Detective of course still notices. Becomes more alert. Attention focusing. Ra's uses a move he's done countless times before. He cradles the Detective's head with one hand and plunders his mouth, even as his other slides like a thief down somewhere it should not be, to pay immediate and overwhelming attention to the heat below.

Tim jolts so hard it's nearly a thrash. But Ra's has caught has caught him off gaurd and does NOT intend to let him get his wits about him. He teases Tim breathless, confused and horny. Then his pants are GONE. Ra's is sliding with a dangerous grace to his knees between those powerful legs and hiking them up over his shoulders, spread wide.

Tim has just enough time to be confused before everything lights up, as an impossibly skilled mouth descends onto him. He'll never live down the sounds he makes. How quickly, EASILY, Ra's is able to drive him incoherent. Even before thick, calloused fingers slide in deep. Torment his best spots with ruthless accuracy.

Then Ra's is looming over him. Looking so damn PLEASED with himself. Tim should be furious. But all he can do is gasp for air and hold on as he's split APART. Big. So big. Ra's is whispering something filthy in a long dead language, watching his body take it with so much HUNGER on his face. Has anyone EVER wanted Tim this bad? He feels impaled.

The he's being taken APART. Hips the roll and grind, snap forward and pull slow. The rhythm keeps changing. Drawing out the pleasure but not letting it build enough to get Tim off. He thinks he starts crying. Can't seem to stop. Begs Ra's to just... to j-just let him get off. Please. PLEASE. Everything is so hot. Squelching and gushing and... and...

Ra's practically glows. Backlight by the ceiling lamps. Oil and sweat catching the light, coating his body. Unbearably focused on TIM. Looking and seeing and No Where To Hide. Exposed and conquered. Everything feeling so good. Tim's brain feels likes its short circuiting. He comes apart beneath Ra's. Then is made too again. And again. And again.

There's even a soft bed and fantastic breakfast in the morning. Tim refuses to fall for this.

He of course, falls for it. It's the best sex he's ever had. He's furious. Ra's is unrepentant and openly admits to his plans. Consent IS important, after all. Tim blows up several of his bases and then three days later? Him.

It takes all of five years of routinely threatening Gotham and then fucking the Detective incoherent for it to take. The Bat's eldest sends his lover after him. Wilson is a formidable opponent but sadly, they are unable to finish their duel. As the Detective has come to kill him, himself. The usual response. His lovers are rarely the sort to appreciate being made pregnant. They tend to demand satisfaction and his head on a spine.

As equally usual, he is able to convince the Detective of why he is more useful alive. He has a very persuasive tounge. The Kryptonians sent after him though? Those are a bother. Apparently his grandson sends his regards. Well played.

tim gives into Ra's once and it absolutely messes with his ability to remain impartial and fight ra's because he's just remembering how good ra's made him feel 😩😩😩😩. tim is just human afterall and its not like dick or bruce had any leg to stand on about tim sleeping with the enemy given their own histories.

tim is furious with ra's for being good at sex and making it so he often gets all weak-kneed around him now and he HATES his pussy for getting so attatched to ra's and just automatically getting wet at the sight or sound of him.

it's so obvious what ra's wants when fucking him (aside from just fucking tim) and tim falls for it every single time thinking nothing will happen. but then 5 years after he's started sleeping with ra's, tim messes up with his birthcontrol somehow or maybe all those creampies finally caought up with him because birth control is only SO effective- and tim is pregnant. he's several weeks along and if it had been five years earlier tim would've dealt with it without a shred of remorse.

but...now tim is older and more sentimental and...he's been thinking of leaving the caped business behind for awhile....and being the mother to ra's al ghul's child means tim's baby will have built-in round-the-clock monitoring and babysitting courtesy of the various shadows ra's sends his way to watch over his newest heir. well...if he lives long enough considering the look on his friends and family's faces when he told them he was pregnant and retiring.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #rastim

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supersaiyanjedi14 · 2 months

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SABEZRA DAY 2024

Prompt: Speaking Love Language/Free

@sabezraweek

*My AU; Ezra looks to communicate his feelings in a way Sabine will instantly understand. If only his sources of guidance weren’t butting heads.*

“This right?”

“Almost. It needs a bit more of a curve around…here.”

“That’s exactly where you pointed last time.”

“And it’s not right yet.”

“Why didn’t you say so before?”

“Do you want my help or not?”

“I’m seriously starting to wonder if I do!”

Throwing up his hands, Ezra marched away from the work bench, resisting the urge to smack the other man in the mouth. He had been working on this for the past week, every second of his precious little spare time dedicated to making it perfect. When preparing a gift for the woman you love, you naturally feel compelled to make sure it is just that. On paper, consulting someone familiar with the designs you are tying to replicate would be an ideal situation.

In practice, the fact that the only one available is the brother of the object of your affection, a brother who seems to relish in being as annoying as possible, makes the situation a bit more complicated.

Tristan laughed at Ezra’s dramatic distress. “If it makes you feel any better, it’s a lot closer than it was when you started.”

“Yeah?” Ezra replied sharply, “Well maybe, next time, get the big details right on correction #1, not #17.”

“I didn’t correct it that many times.” Tristan protested.

Ezra rolled his eyes. “Wanna bet? I’ve been keeping track.”

“What’s all the commotion?”

Turning to the new voice, Ezra saw three men walking into the rec room. One of them, garbed in a pilot’s fighter jacket, was only familiar to Ezra by reputation. The other two, a second Mandalorian in blue armor and an officer with a dashing cape across his shoulders, were far better known.

“Hey, Lando, Rau.” Ezra greeted his friends. He turned to the other two. “Lt. Janson, right?”

“That’s me, sir.” The pilot responded with a light salute.

“At ease, at ease.” He turned back to Lando. “Not much. Tristan’s just being difficult.”

“For the love of-“

“Relax, Tristan,” Fenn Rau reprimanded the younger Mandalorian. “You should know better than to be baited by his teasing by now.” Rau turned to the bench. “Ah,” he realized, “still working on this little pet project for Sabine?”

“If I meet Master Wren’s exceptional standards,” Ezra flamboyantly gestured to a pouting Tristan, “it should be done soon.” He held up his work for the others to see. “What do you guys think?” he asked.

Lando nodded. “Not bad. Though I think working on it out here in the open might be risky. In my experience, the best gifts come with an element of surprise.”

Rau groaned. “Really, Calrissian?”

“Just giving him some pointers.”

Janson snorted loudly. “From you? That’s rich.”

“Like you’re one to talk,” Tristan shot back. “Wasn’t it that Mirialan on Onderon that you scared off by eight parsecs?”

Janson’s face went red. “it was one time, Wren, one-“

“Okay, enough.” Ezra cut in before an argument about Wes Janson’s love life could break out. “And to answer your question, Lando, don’t worry. Everyone in this room is sworn to secrecy.” He turned to the far side to the man in commando fatigues watching a holodrama. “Isn’t that right, Dameron?”

Dameron paused his show and raised a hand. “Silent as the grave, Commander!”

Sadly, Ezra’s attempt to avert conflagration were futile. Janson regained a measure of his flair and turned to the commando. “Oh,” he said in a slow, sarcastic tone. “So he rejects our sage advise, but turns to you?”

Dameron got up at the challenge. “He doesn’t ask anything. If he did, though, I’d happily offer him tips.”

“Oh, so you’re an expert on romance?”

“Well, considering I’m the only one in this room who’s married, yeah, I’d say I am.”

“So what? I’d actually be able to-“

“He didn’t want Calrissian’s schmoozing tips,” Rau cut in, “why would he want yours?”

“Schmoozing?” Lando blurted out in mild offense. “I’ll have you know-“

“Oh, give it a rest.”

“I don’t see you adding anything, Wren.”

“Maybe because I don’t have anything to compensate for.”

“Why you little-!”

Whatever the conversation had turned to was thankfully muffled once Ezra slid the door to the rec room shut. He considered putting the project on himself for a little extra filtering.

“Romantic advise isn’t that helpful tonight, is it?”

Turning around with a jolt, Ezra instinctively hid his gift behind his back, but relaxed when he saw the Twi’lek standing there. He let out an exasperated breath. “You have no idea.”

“You’d be surprised.” Hera grinned. She turned to look at what Ezra was holding. “So that’s what you’ve been slipping out to work on.”

Ezra nodded and looked down at it. “I wanted to do something up her own alley, you know? Show her how I feel in a way she can understand the best.”

Hera looked at the gift. “I think it’s beautiful.” She smiled warmly. “Sabine’s going to love it.”

“You sure?”

Hera shook her head and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Positive. Besides,” she murmured as she walked off, “it’s not like she can’t already read you like a datapad.”

“Huh?”

“You’ll see.”

Ezra just shrugged.

A few hours later, there was a knock on the door to Sabine’s cabin. Setting her airbrush down, she walked over to answer. She was greeted by the sight of her smiling boyfriend, who was holding a hastily wrapped mass in his hands.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” she answered brightly. She gestured to the package. “What’s that?”

“Let me in and I’ll show you.”

“Hmmm,” Sabine mused, “I don’t know. Strange men coming to my door bearing unexpected gifts. I think my mother warned me about such things.”

Ezra’s face warmed a bit. “Strange? Lady Wren, I must protest.”

Sabine let out a laugh. “Come on, get in here.”

Regaining his composure, Ezra smiled and strode into Sabine’s quarters, the door closing behind him. The two sat on her bunk and Ezra passed her the present.

“Go on,” he said. “Open it.”

Normal, Sabine would have been happy to play hard to get. Even all these years later, that light teasing they engaged in hadn’t faded away. Experience often allowed one to see things others would not be able to perceive so easily, and the two of them had a knack for wrapping their earnest remarks in layers of sass, a little puzzle to piece through. Now though, her curiosity got the better of her. She quickly tore the flimsi off in one swipe.

Her eyes widened at the sight before her. It was a shoretrooper helmet, but decidedly non-regulation. The tan helm was now a vivid magenta, with blue markings along the jowels and orange stripes across the nose. The forehead was adorned with a pair of purple arches, with a bright green spot right in the middle. It took only a few seconds for her to recognize the markings. The Nite-Owl, just as what her own helmet bore. And looking closer at the blue markings, she saw them clearly. The jaig eyes, the mark of honor for courage. A little stylized and not in the traditional place, but jaig eyes all the same.

“Wow,” she said in genuine wonder. Ezra wasn’t exactly the artist type, yet she could see dedication a parsec away. He had clearly gone the extra mile to do something in her own style. Not quite as complex as her own work, but the care he had placed into this was undeniable. “This is…Ezra this is amazing!”

“Thanks,” he said as he placed a hand behind his head in a bashful look. “The helmet came from that mission to Valo a couple months back. I asked Tristan about how to do the symbols right, though the hard part was finding the right shades of paint.”

Sabine’s eyes snapped back to the helmet at that last word. Paint. Color. Ezra wouldn’t have chosen just anything. Taking a careful look at the gift, she began to unpack what she saw.

In Mandalorian tradition, certain colors held significant meaning. Many warriors were known to paint their armor with specific colors to represent their chosen undertakings and causes. While Sabine had never been picky enough to stick to one hue for a mission, she knew the significance of these shades by heart. She checked off what she saw.

Blue jaig eyes on the sides. A green center to the Nite Owl. The orange nose stripes. The pink and purple base.

Blue, for reliability. Someone who you could always count on come hell or high water.

Green, for duty. For a person driven to uphold whatever they believed in and see it through to the end.

Orange, for a lust for life. Someone who treasured every day, every experience, and everyone they shared it with.

Purple and pink had no explicit meaning to Mandalorians. But they didn’t need one. Those colors spoke of something more specific. Someone more specific. Someone who considered those colors her personal favorites. Someone who exemplified all the other colors on the helmet, yet was something all her own. Someone the creator of this masterpiece loved above all else.

Ezra had been babbling on about his ongoing work for the past minute, but the deep kiss she quickly pulled him into shut him up. No other words were needed. He could tell exactly what she was thinking.

#star wars #sabezra #ezra bridger #sabine wren #sabezraweek #sabezraday2024 #happy valentine's day

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warpcursed · 3 months

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MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION.

bold whatever applies | italics what sometimes applies [ both if it's perfect for your muse ] | strikethrough what doesn't apply & tag people. repost; don’t reblog!

CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books. stitches.

PARANORMAL.

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

THRILLER.

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance.

Stole from: @all-fleshed-out ((im love you friend))

Tagging: @chapter-master-darius @bitchofsteel @divinacaptivus @dreamsofalife @akhenaten-imhotep @ask-the-crimson-king @askthecaptiangeneral @some-old-psyker

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gaypirate420 · 2 years

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Tell me three songs from Nirvana // Bruce Wayne.

Bruce Wayne x male!reader.

Part 2 of homophobic.

Summary: Bruce takes the first step.

A/N: this doesn't follow canon, this is going to be fluffy and funny as possible.

Bruce stared at the screen of his phone.

He has seen your story at least 5 times now, not knowing what to do, respond to it? If yes, what should he tell you? That you look handsome?.

Or maybe just hearth it, but that won't make you talk to him.

He sighed.

He was a fool for thinking you were going to actually dm him.

Should he make the first step?

He looked at the picture once again and he finally knew what to say.

"Nice shirt"

You looked at your phone while you brushed El Gato, one of many of Selina's cats.

You didn't pay attention to the message, everyday you have men responding your stories.

Holy shit that's Bruce Wayne.

You let El Gato down and grabbed your phone immediatly, shaking your hands with emotion, you took a deep breath.

"Okay!Um, what do I do?!" You asked to the kitten, he looked at you and started liking his paw.

"Meow"

"Right, so wise as always" You said, you double tapped his message.

"Thanks :)"

Bruce looked at his phone again, his eyes shifted quickly from the screen to Alfred.

"Do you need something, Master Bruce?" The older man asked, Bruce shake his head and tried to hide his embarrassment.

"What's your favorite song of them?"

God, he is so embarrassing, is that how you even speak english? Should he delete the message? He sounded like an old man.

"Oh never heard them, besides that song I put on my story, lmao, Do you like Nirvana?"

You were shaking, why were you shaking? He is Bruce Wayne, your chances are low, he probably has like a thousand message requests telling him how cute he is and marriage proposals.

Selina opened the door of the apartment.

"Why are you so happy about, pretty boy?" She asked putting the bag of groceries on the table.

"BRUCEWAYNETEXTEDME" You said quickly, Selina looked at you.

"Yes, it's my favorite band"

"ANDHELIKESNIRVANA" You said looking up.

"Did you really send Bruce Wayne a message?" She asked, you giggle.

"Better! He messaged me!" You said excited.

"What's your favorite band?"

You looked at your phone, Selina only rolled her eyes but still had a smile on her face.

"My chemical romance"

"I like mcr too, I used to go to every concert I could"

Bruce smiled at the memory of trying to explain Alfred what MCR was and how much he needed to attend the concert.

"Oh my god?" You said low, El Gato jumped to your lap.

"Ayo? Mister Wayne You used to be an emo????"

Bruce chuckled softly, Alfred looked at him from above his newspaper, the older man smirks.

Bruce was a little smile on his face.

"Kind of"

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Hours passed by and Bruce was getting ready to get out and start his shift, he has been talking all day with you.

You sent him a photo, it was you with your make up done, shirtless, and holding a little kitten.

"I'm getting ready for work ;)"

Bruce started at the picture again.

"You look really pretty"

You screamed, Selina peaked inside of your room.

"Are you oka—"

"He said I'm preTTY!" You interrupted her, she rolled her eyes.

"Ugh—" she groaned.

"Seli, baby, support me, I could be Mister Wayne and we'll be filthy rich!" You explained, she chuckled.

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Batman and Selina stepped inside the apartment again.

You were eating takeout while you watched the TV, you looked at them and waved.

"Hello, Batsy, Hi Catwoman" You said.

"Really?" Selina said, you chuckled.

"Yes! You can't just be Selina or just a nameless girl!" You explained, Batman opened a laptop next to the window.

"But why Catwoman?" She asked.

"Well, you have little cat ears on your hat, like Batsy has the bat on his chest, the little ears, the cape,so he's Batman and now you're Catwoman" You said looking at Batman for support, Selina meets his gaze.

"He has a point." He said softly, you smiled and she rolled her eyes.

"Oh! Batsy! Turns out Bruce Wayne isn't homophobic." You said looking at your phone, re reading the last text he send you.

Batman felt his cheeks warm, you looked so adorable smiling.

"I was right then." Batman said serious, you giggle.

"But is he you know?" You asked arching your eyebrow.

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A/N: heyyy, so this is part twoooo, took a while I know sorry, hope you like it, I'm really trying to keep it soft.

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x male reader #bruce wayne #batman x reader #the batman x male reader #the batman x reader #battinson x reader #battinson

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The Agreement Chapter 2: Texas

Series: The Agreement

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake

Rating: MA, NSFW maybe, barely.

Warnings for this chapter: I mean, maybe a tiny bit lemon scented in one part

Word Count: 3,358

A/N: So literally no one asked for a follow up to what was supposed to be a one shot, and several people thought it was perfect the way it was but....🤷‍♀️ I had more ideas......

Shout out to @harleybeaumont for prereading, @21-wishes for listening to me rant about this and to @dcbbw for doing all of the above and selling me on an important plot point. (I'll list it at the end so as not to spoil anything here)

My other stuff: Master List.

They had been in Texas for just over two months when he walked in and found her crying.

Major changes had happened over the last two months, Texas had been good for them. He was happy. She was happy. But he had known from the beginning that their time here was temporary.

He buckled his seatbelt and looked over at his wife as the plane got ready to taxi down the runway. She looked nervous, apprehensive. He placed his hand over hers, “Hey.”

She raised her eyes to his questioningly.

He squeezed her hand, “It’s going to be ok.”

She gave him a genuine smile, “I know. You always make everything ok.”

His chest flooded with warmth. “I try. You deserve to be happy.”

“So do you.” She told him.

“You make me happy.”

“Do I? Really?”

Surprise spilled through him. How did she not know how he felt about her? “Yes! I love you, Riley, everything about you makes me happy!”

“You gave up your life to marry a woman who wasn’t in love with you. You’ve spent six years dealing with my shit when you could have been out there finding someone…better.”

“There is no one better!” He scoffed, “And it didn’t matter to me that you weren’t in love with me. I was in love with you and that was enough for me.”

“You know we can’t stay in Texas, right? I have a duchy to run.”

“I know.” He said carefully as his eyes studied her. He knew that eventually she would want to return to Valtoria, and Cordonia, and him.

Her eyes didn’t quite meet his, “I’m sorry. I know being a duke isn’t what you had in mind for your life.” She felt guilty that he had given up so much for her.

“Stop.” He said, “I don’t care about that. What I want from my life is being with you, whatever it looks like. That’s it.” He was in love with her, that was still enough for him.

Riley had bloomed in Texas.

She had bonded with Bianca.

“Oh, Bianca! This is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen!” Riley cried delightedly as she held a slightly faded photograph of a two year old Drake standing on top of kitchen counter in nothing but a pair of superman underwear and a cape.

Bianca giggled as she drew Riley into a hug, “Don’t you think it’s about time you called me mom?”

She had charmed the ranch hands and townsfolk alike.

“So, this is the girl that got Drake Walker to settle down?” One of the elderly men who hung out in front of the feedstore gave her an appraising look. “Has anyone told you how wild this boy was back in the day?”

Riley smiled back, as she slipped her arm through Drake’s, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Drake is a perfect angel!”

The old man’s eyes crinkled good naturedly, “She lies for you, boy, better hold onto this one!”

“I’d give up my wild ways for a woman like that!” The younger of the two ranch hand’s that were with them muttered, then flushed deep red when he realized he’d been heard.

The older ranch hand shook his head as he hit the younger man in the chest, “Shut your trap and go load that feed onto the truck!” Then to Riley, “Sorry about that ma’am. Young’uns these days ain’t got no damn sense!”

“It’s ok, Ray, I’ll take it as a compliment, but thank you for defending my honor, sir.” Riley beamed at him.

Ray flushed a little himself as he tipped his hat and nodded his head in her direction.

She had taken a shine to his truck and cowboy attire.

When they climbed back in the cab of the F-250, Drake grinned at her, “Everyone you meet loves you, you know that?”

“What?” She laughed.

“It’s true. They can all see what I see. I don’t know how I got so lucky as to ever have you look twice in my direction, but I promise to spend the rest of my life making sure you don’t regret it!”

“No, Walker, I’m the lucky one!” She leaned over and gave him a long, lingering kiss. When they pulled apart, she told him, “Has anyone ever told you how sexy you look in that cowboy hat?”

“No.”

“Well you do.” She leaned across the console to whisper in his ear, “I’ve never done it in a truck before. Maybe after this feed gets unloaded we can drive down by the river and correct that.”

Drake rolled the window down and pounded on the roof of the truck as he yelled, “That feed loaded yet? Hurry your asses up!”

She had fallen in love with the livestock.

“Oh my god, Drake! These little goats have been following me around all day!” She sounded like a kid on Christmas morning.

He laughed, “Is that what you’ve been doing all morning? Walking around this pasture so the goats would follow you?”

“Maybe….”

She had communed with nature.

“This is beautiful.” She sighed as she lay on the green grass, head in Drake’s lap, watching the river ripple past.

“Yes, it is.” He agreed, never taking his eyes off of her.

“Why don’t we come here, more?” She asked, then fell silent when the answer presented itself her.

Drake didn’t respond. They both knew why. Because she had spent the last six years waiting for Liam instead of living her own life.

A shadow crossed her face at the thought of Liam.

“Riley-“

“It’s ok, we don’t have to talk about it right now. Let’s make a promise that we come visit here at least twice a year, ok? No matter what. Just the two of us.”

“I’m not going to argue with that.” He told her as he leaned down for a kiss.

He had always known the day would come when they’d have to return, that this was just an extended vacation. They both had duties and obligations awaiting them back home. But he had been determined to make the most of the time they had while they had it.

The break had been good for them both. Riley was different. Less stressed, more relaxed. She’d gone for long periods of time without seeing Liam before, but she’d been on edge, anxious about it, always checking her messages, hoping for a last minute change in plans that would allow them to see each other. She had tried to keep her schedule as open as possible.

Being in Texas with Drake was freeing for her in many ways. She knew she wasn’t going to see Liam, so she wasn’t waiting on his call, wasn’t obsessively checking her email, wasn’t wrapping her life around his schedule. She was beginning to see that a lot of her pain had been self inflicted. She hadn’t been living, she had spent the last six years just…waiting. She wasn’t waiting anymore, she was living.

She threw herself into Drake without the guilt and reservations she’d harbored in the past. She still loved Liam, those feelings hadn’t just gone away, but her love for him was slowly becoming a part of her life, not her entire life. And for the first time in a long time, she believed that happiness might be possible for her.

Plans and ideas for Valtoria bubbled through her mind with renewed vigor. She’d been going through the motions, attending council meetings and approving budgets, but it had been a while since she’d been truly invested in governing.

“And when we get back home, I want to start on that universal education initiative we talked about! Oh! And remember when you had that idea for a duchy wide set of hiking trails to interconnect all the parks and recreational areas?”

He nodded, fighting back a smile as he took in her enthusiasm, “Yeah, what about it?”

“Let’s do it! Why didn’t we do it before?”

The answer was that it hadn’t gotten off the ground because the week they were supposed to meet with the planning committee, Liam had an unexpected opening in his schedule, and she had canceled everything to run off and join him in Greece for a week. He didn’t remind her of that. He just shrugged, “I don’t know. But yes, I would still like to do that.”

She found new hobbies and rediscovered old ones.

“I’m going to miss our daily horseback rides.” She told him from atop her mount.

“Why?” He countered, “We have horses at home.”

“We do, don’t we?” Why had she stopped riding? Right, because she hadn’t wanted to be out of cell phone range in case Liam called. She felt like someone punched her in the gut as she realized that she had, over time, given up everything to be available to him on a moment’s notice. She sat up straighter in the saddle as she resolved those days were over, “Well, then let’s make this a thing.”

“Absolutely.” He agreed.

Riley found herself again in Texas. She came back to life.

Things were going well, and Riley was doing good. Their relationship bloomed, it no longer had guilt, shame or regret attached to it. It felt new, unencumbered, right.

“Let’s renew our vows!”

“What?” He laughed, “Why?”

“Because the first time wasn’t real!” She insisted.

He studied his wife’s face, “It was real enough to me. I meant every word I said.”

She felt a swoop in her stomach, “I’m sorry, Drake.”

“For what?”

“For all the years I didn’t see you. I mean, really see you!” Riley’s eyes had been locked on the best man when she’d said her vows.

He pulled her into an embrace, “Don’t apologize for that. You were in love with Liam. I knew that. I made my own choices and I stand by them.”

“I want a do over!” She insisted.

A smile tugged up the corners of his mouth, “If you really want it, I’ll do it. You should know by now; I’ll do anything for you.”

“I want to do this for you! So, do you want to do it here, or when we get back home?”

“I…don’t care. I would marry you a million times, anywhere, anytime you want.” His fingers traced down the side of her face.

“That’s what I mean, right there. You always make it about me. I’m asking what you want.”

He looked away as he fought to get his emotions under control. She wanted to prove something to him. He didn’t need it, didn’t require it, but it sent butterflies swirling through his stomach that she wanted to do it.

Plans and preparations for the recommitment ceremony were in full swing. Riley had been on the phone almost every day, reconnecting with friends she had blown off to make herself overly available to Liam, planning the ceremony, and getting the ball rolling on multiple initiatives back home.

They ate dinner with Bianca and Leona most nights, but sometimes they drove into town for dinner and dancing or a movie. When they first arrived in Texas, they had rented a hotel room and spent two weeks in San Antonio, exploring the Riverwalk, the Alamo, Natural Bridge Caverns, the Botanical Gardens and the San Antonio Museum of Art. They had spent a day at Sea World and another at Six Flags Fiesta Texas.

His favorite nights, though, were the ones at the ranch itself, the ones where he took her out to lay in the back of the truck bed, or on a blanket on the ground to watch the stars, or to run, laughing and splashing into the river, swimming naked under the stars and making love on the shore.

Their new life couldn’t have been going better. So he was surprised when he walked into their shared bedroom and found her crying. His stomach dropped like a rock as he hurried across the room to climb onto the bed with her, “Riley, baby, what’s wrong?”

She sat up and leaned into his embrace. She cried into his chest for a moment then lifted her head to look him in the eyes, “I…I’m pregnant.”

He went still for a moment as he tried to read her expression, “Okay….”

“Okay? That’s it?”

He smiled softly as he tipped her chin up, “A baby is wonderful news, but you’re crying so I’m just trying to figure out what’s wrong. Aren’t you happy? I thought you wanted a baby?”

Liam’s baby, he thought to himself, she had wanted Liam’s baby.

“Brooks? Riley…” Drake sighed as he ran a hand down his face. “What did he do this time?”

“Nothing! Just….last year he said maybe this year but….” She turned away from him, her head in her hands, sobbing.

He sat down next to her and pulled her into his arms, “The baby thing again?”

She nodded as she leaned against him.

Riley and Liam’s original plan had been to start trying for a baby right away, on their honeymoon. But there was no marriage, so there was no honeymoon and no baby. Riley still wanted a baby and the draw toward motherhood became more urgent with each passing year. But the time was never right, according to Liam. Of course, Liam had his heir.

The man was his best friend, and Drake did understand the implications of a scandal of that magnitude but as the years went on, he was leaning more and more heavily toward the belief that Liam should either say fuck it to social propriety and give Riley everything she deserved, or give her up entirely so that she could heal and move on. And he’d told him as much.

It had only caused a fight.

But he was tired of seeing her hurt.

“You know….” He hesitated, unsure how his offer would be received.

“What?” She sniffled into his chest.

“I could give you a baby. I mean, if you wanted me to.”

Her tear stained face turned up toward him, “I…I can’t, Drake. Liam….”

He just nodded his head as she buried her head into his chest again, “It’s ok, I get it. But if you ever change your mind, the offer stands.”

Her eyes held a mixture of emotions as she asked him, “Aren’t you going to ask me who’s it is?”

“Nope.”

“No?” She stared at him in bemusement, “You don’t want to know?”

“I already know it’s your baby, Riley. That’s all that matters. I will raise this baby as my own no matter whose DNA it has, if that’s what you’re worried about, and my ability to love a child isn’t conditional upon that child carrying my genetic material.”

The smile that broke out across her face lit up his world. “I was crying because I’m happy, Drake! And a little sad, for other reasons….”

It was bittersweet, the pregnancy, the fact that she was so happy about it and that she had put off motherhood for six years waiting on a man that would never be able to give it to her. She had mixed emotions about Liam still, but her feelings about this baby were pretty simple. She was overjoyed.

He hugged her tight to his body, “If and when you tell Liam is up to you. I’ll support whatever decision you make.”

“There’s nothing to tell Liam. I can’t be more than six weeks along. I got pregnant here. The baby is yours!”

And mine, she thought to herself. A child with Drake, not Liam. A child that was completely theirs, not an heir or a spare or Cordonia’s anything. A marriage, a family, a life that was hers, not something secret she was constantly competing for or stealing from another woman.

If the baby had been Liam’s, he wouldn’t have been able to claim him or her publicly, and she knew in her heart, that would have broken her. Watching Liam openly love his child with Madeleine while having to deny his child with her would have finished her.

Riley stood staring down at the pack of pills in her hand. She hated taking them. They made her nauseous, they made her irritable and they prevented the one thing she desperately wanted.

Riley wanted a baby, but Liam couldn’t risk the scandal. Not yet. Maybe next year. For six years, it had been maybe next year. But maybe she didn’t need Liam’s input. For the first time she considered what having a baby with Drake would be like. Why had she never considered that before?

She hadn’t considered it because of Liam. Liam would be pissed. But Liam had a child. Liam might not be able or willing to give her what she wanted, but Drake could, and would. She knew without asking, because he’d offered before. He’d watched her grieve as she had begun to give up on the idea of motherhood and he’d told her “I’ll give you a baby.” She’d said no. Because of Liam.

But Riley was done living for Liam. She had accepted that he would never give her a child, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have one with someone else. Why had she surrendered so much control over her own life? Liam hadn’t demanded it, hadn’t asked it. She’d just done it. It had happened gradually over the years. She hadn’t even noticed. She was noticing now, and she was done with it.

Riley Brooks was taking back her life.

She dropped the pills into the trashcan as she left the bathroom.

“Yeah?” Drake asked as his hand went to her stomach.

“Yeah.” She affirmed, as she placed her hands on top of his, “And I’m so glad it’s yours!”

He looked up in surprise, “You are?”

“Of course I am! Don’t you remember that night?” She asked.

A blush crept across his neck and spread up his face. He knew exactly what night she was referencing.

Riley lay panting on the bed as Drake lifted his head from between her legs with a smirk, “Someone liked that.”

“Shut up and get up here!” She tugged at his body to encourage him to move.

He kissed his way up her body before settling over her. He gazed down at her, enraptured, as her fingers ran through his hair, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She answered, “Now put a baby in me.”

“What?” Shock coursed through him.

“I want a baby; I want your baby!”

He hesitated, “Riley, are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Yes, I remember, but I didn’t think….I mean….I didn’t want to assume things and you were crying so I wasn’t sure….”

“Is it okay? You haven’t changed your mind, have you?” She asked with apprehension.

“What? How could you ask that? I meant it last year when I offered. A baby with you….I can’t think of anything better! What about you? How are you feeling about it?”

“I’m so excited! We can start prenatal care here and transfer records when we get back home. We’ll wait until after the vow renewal of course, but not too much longer, we have a lot to do back home to get ready! Which room do you think we should use for the nursery? Oh! We have to tell your mom and call Savannah! They’re going to be so happy! And Hana! And Max!”

And just like that, there was an expiration date on their little Texas interlude. Of course, he’d known from the beginning there would be.

“Hey.” He tugged on her arm.

“Yeah?”

“We’ll tell mom and Leona tonight at dinner, maybe get Sav on speakerphone. Or, we wait util the ceremony and tell everyone then.”

Riley’s eyes widened, “Oh, that’s brilliant! You’re a genius!”

He pushed her back and pinned her to the mattress as he smirked down at her, “I know. About damn time someone else saw it!”

“What would I do without you?” She beamed up at him.

“Let’s never find out!” He told her as he surged forward to capture her lips in a heated kiss.

“Never.” She murmured against his mouth.

And she meant it.

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A/N 2: Once I decided to have Riley fall pregnant, I really went back and forth between whose baby it would be....just when I decided to make it Liam's, @dcbbw pointed out how much more angsty it would be for Liam if Riley comes home pregnant with Drake's baby and she was right.

I originally thought having Liam's baby would help heal something in Riley but then I realized having Drake's baby would heal it better, because a baby with Liam would have her constantly comparing his love for his child with her child against his love for his child with Madeleines child, which I explored a little in the part where she realizes that seeing Liam claim Alexander while having to deny their child would break her.

I am not blaming Liam here, he is pretty much a prisoner to the crown, the court of public opinion, duty, obligation, etc. But the effects on Riley are the same nevertheless. He would want to claim the child, but could he? So it was time for Riley to have something of her own.

#the agreement #angelasscribbles #trr #the royal romance #the royal romance fanfic #choices #drake walker #liam rys #choices stories you play #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #trr poly #why choose

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abhainnwhump · 6 months

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IMYM Chapter 5: Last Minute Preparations: Nightmare

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Nightmare adjusted his shirt collar in the master bathroom's mirror. He wore a gray dress shirt with bishop sleeves, a black suit jacket on his shoulders, and a black cravat. He usually only dressed up this much for business meetings or the few times he’s been to masquerade balls. A date couldn’t have been that different.

Yes, he was five hundred and seven years old and had never been on a date. He’s never had a reason to. Romance was never a focus in his life, not now and likely not ever. He was more focused on taking over the multiverse and spreading negativity. Killer was relentless with the jokes when he found out. Nightmare was inches away from wrapping him in his tendrils and throwing him out the window.

As he was about to grab his pocket watch, he touched a woven bookmark. It was made of dark black fabric with a white X near the top. The string’s knot and two beads kept it from falling, one teal and one purple. A birthday gift from Cross. Along with his childhood crown, Nightmare didn’t know why he kept the damn thing. Nostagila most likely, even if he didn't want to admit it.

If there was one person he hated worse than Dream, it was Cross. He betrayed him not once, but twice. The first was treason, and the second was falling for the enemy. In a way, he did them both on the same day, three years ago.

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Nightmare took the guard in after he murdered his entire AU. He only found out due to Cross venting to him about it. It was an accident, he didn't mean to kill everyone he loved, people betrayed him over and over. He became stuck in the Anti-void, helpless and afraid of losing himself further. He was a fascinating soul, filled with regret and hatred. Cross needed to find a new purpose and Nightmare fancied a new team member. So he offered him a deal. If Cross joined his team, Nightmare would allow him meaning and help with his trauma.

And he was a good member. Resourceful, charismatic, a hard worker, and close friends with the rest of the team. Nightmare enjoyed having him as a subordinate.

But one day, without clear reason, he couldn’t take the killing anymore. He told Nightmare he wanted to quit. He told him he was sorry and grateful for everything he’s done, but he wanted to leave. Nightmare said no. A deal was a deal. They argued for an hour before Cross backed down. He didn’t say anything for a while after that. Less shine in his eye lights, but otherwise he worked as usual. He did become concerned for his mental health though. Was he too harsh? Cross had a habit of hiding both his physical and mental injuries. Especially if someone asked him if he was okay.

The next time they went on a mission, Cross ran away with nothing but an apology note—a weak one at that.

Nightmare canceled the mission and sent the entire team to find the traitor. He couldn't have gone far. They were reluctant but did as their boss asked. As he searched through the minor AU. He caught a strange conversation in the wind.

“Please, I want to help you! I know you’re not evil, and I’m not leaving you to die with a broken leg!”

“Stay away from me! And whatever you’re doing to make me happy, stop it! Happiness is the last thing I want to feel right now.”

“I can’t! It’s my aura! I can’t control it! You feel happy because you’re close to me! I'll leave you alone, but please let me heal your leg.”

The dark king followed the sound until he reached a clearing. Dream kneeled in front of a scuffling Cross, hand hovering with gold magic over his wound. Dream appeared to glow in the dark forest. It was back when he wore teal instead of yellow and a full cape instead of ripped shreds. Cross wore his over-complicated outfit too. A white jacket over a turtleneck and an X-sash. Cross’s right leg was a disaster of chipped bone, purple blood, and torn fabric.

Cross waited until Dream finished to adjust his leg. He seemed shocked over how well it worked. "Thanks, now leave me alone."

Dream’s sighed. “I- okay. Even if you don’t trust me, I want you to have this.”

The guardian reached to his belt and pulled out a gray orb, no larger than a golf ball. It had a small gold star in the center.

Cross scoffed and took the ball. “What is this? Some kind of miniature bomb? Nice try, but it won’t work on me.” He threw it into the forest. Dream gasped and reached out for it, but it was too late.

The orb broke into pieces and blasted a wave of wind and positivity. Nightmare cringed in pain and stifled a scream. It felt like he was burning inside out. The two other skeletons shielded their eye lights from the bright light.

When Nightmare lowered his hand, his eye socket widened. From the orb spouted beams of gold light and a hundred stars. Each star held a positive memory of Cross’s. Nightmare had never seen nor met any of them, but he could tell they were the other monsters from his world. Xtale Papyrus, Undyne, Mettaton, Muffet, he had a sickly sweet love and care for his friends and brother. Yet despite the happiness, sorrow and guilt tainted the memories.

Dream took one of the stars and held it in his hands. He waved his hand over it and smiled, his eye lights turning into stars. “I knew it! You have so many hopes and dreams and happy memories. You loved your friends. You used to be so positive, what ha- Cross?”

Cross failed to hold back his tears. His smile shook as much as his breathing; he struggled to keep quiet to stay strong. He wiped his tears away with one of his dirty sleeves. One of the stars floated by his face and he swatted it away. Then a second, and then a third. He crossed his arms and scowled. His aura was consumed in the guilt and sorrow he repressed for years. "Get rid of them."

“I can't, they will only leave on their own. It takes time. All healing and good things take time.” Dream moved closer, now curious. “Is that the problem? You're scared of what they'll think of you, so you're running away from your past?"

"I'm not running away from it. I tried to save them. I . . . forget it." He closed himself off. "It was a stupid idea in the first place. I should've known I couldn't rip apart other worlds and still expect everything to be normal."

Cross didn’t elaborate and continued to retreat into himself. Dream rubbed the back of his head, opening his mouth and closing it again. He did the one thing he knew to do best. He held him in a protective hug, rubbing his skull and letting him cry on his shoulder. “Shh, it’s okay. You deserve to be happy. If you want . . . I could help you to be happy again. But only if you want me to!"

Nightmare couldn’t hear his response as Cross muttered it, but his aura gained a twinge of comfort. And that’s when the Lord of Negativity decided to make his presence known.

“Well, well, well, I hate to ruin your little bonding moment, but your positivity is sickening.” Nightmare shot a tendril at Dream and tied him up. His brother gasped and struggled. The negativity was too much for him. He lay limp in his tendrils, breathing ragged.

Nightmare turned to Cross, smiling like a proud father. “Cross, you realize that by distracting my brother, you have earned yourself back in my favor. And because of that, I will let you do the honor of killing him.” He lowered Dream and held him spread-eagle style. “Go on, cut into his chest, and take out his soul.”

Cross looked hesitant. Nightmare decided he had to sweeten the deal. He raised his brother in the air behind him. Dream was running out of air. “You will become my first lieutenant and leader of the new army. You will have power you could only dream of.” He laughed at his unintentional pun. “I also won’t punish you for treason as I planned. Do you know how many monsters would take that deal? Many. You’re lucky you-”

A knife blade came down on the base of Dream’s tendril. Nightmare howled in agony. Losing a tendril was worse than a little positivity. He could regrow it within time, but his tendrils contained most of his magic. It would stay weakened until it regrows. But he still had three others.

Dream screamed as he fell. Cross teleported and caught him in midair. He shielded the smaller one with his body as they rolled on the ground. Purple covered his brother's face as he couldn't breathe. His skull lolled back on Cross's shoulder, blinking to refocus.

Nightmare’s eye twitched. “Are you betraying me for him?”

Cross didn’t answer.

Nightmare scowled. “Idiot, don't you see? Dream is messing with your head. He’s making you weak by tricking you into a false sense of empathy. And that’s why I must annihilate him, so no one can feel these emotions again. You still need me. I’m giving you a purpose. Would you rather be alone? Suffering in the guilt you caused yourself?"

Cross stood back up with a firm grip on his magic, claymore-sized knife. “You misunderstand me. I was created to protect people. And Dream . . . people like him are worth protecting. I made a mistake by working for you. I won’t make it again-”

Nightmare stabbed Cross through the chest and arms, yawning.

His tendrils splattered with purple blood as he slow-clapped. “That was beautifully . . . stupid, you should’ve considered being a poet. But I am very disappointed. You had so much potential, only to throw it away for the ‘greater good’. Oh well.” Nightmare thickened his tendrils to snap Cross’s bones. His clothing strained and began to tear. Cross screamed in pain. Snaps broke out. It would’ve gone faster if he had the fourth tendril, but this would do.

“Brother, stop!” Dream stood back up, bow in hand. “L-leave him alone! It’s me you want!”

Nightmare cackled. This was almost too perfect. “Let’s see, should I kill a traitor? Or kill my brother? Oh, decisions, decisions . . .”

He didn’t hear the Gaster Blaster behind him. Cross summoned it with the last of his magic strength. Nightmare barely had time to turn into a puddle, having to drop him in the process. Cross fell with a groan.

He turned to Dream and wiped some of the blood off his face. “Look, sunshine, just get out of here. Leave me, I’ll be fine. I can fight-”

“NO! You have a chance for a happy life! I’m giving you a second chance and there is nothing you can say or do about it!” Dream fixed his sun cape and steadied his breathing. He held up his bow.

Nightmare’s body distorted. He thinned his tendrils out into whips and fired them at Dream and Cross. Dream threw up a shield and defended them. The tendrils stabbed and bounced off the barrier, clanking like hail on a window.

Cross eyed the cracking and breakage. “I got a plan. We need to take cover behind that boulder and then-”

“Oh, Crossy!”

Killer shot a knife from the woods. Cross used his weak state and weight to tackle Dream to the ground. The knife tore off Cross’s already-ruined jacket sleeve.

Cross scowled and grumbled, “Oh, fuck me.”

“If you insist,” Killer taunted. He charged at the two. Dream summoned a wave of positivity and fired it at him. Nightmare’s right hand dashed and teleported, reappearing beside Dream. He slashed a long line down his skull. Dream winced, but focused on keeping Cross out of danger, even with his blood dripping into his eye socket.

“Come on, we need to get out of here,” Cross commanded. “I’ll lend you some happiness for your powers or whatever, but we can’t stay here!”

Dream gave a curt nod before twirling his staff into a portal. “Let’s heal you- um, do you prefer to go by Cross or San-”

“Cross. Never call me Sans.”

Dream tucked his staff into his belt holster. He struggled to carry Cross’s weight. Nightmare’s tendrils flew on their own and tore up Dream’s cape—his most treasured possession. The scraps of fabric fell at his feet.

Dream slowed down looked down, holding the ruined ends. “No! My-my cape!”

“Leave it! We don’t have time!” Cross grabbed the guardian’s arm, wincing at his own injuries. Dream snapped back to his senses. Still crying like a baby, he supported Cross and helped him through the portal. They both fell on the other side and sealed it.

Killer teleported to Nightmare’s side as he reformed properly. “Boss, should I go after them? Give me three hours and I will bring back their skulls.”

Nightmare watched the portal close. “A tempting offer, but no. We’re returning to the castle and reporting the news to the others. From there, I will decide what to do next. Cross is no longer a member of the VSS and that should be clear. He is a target that should suffer as much as the Star Sanses if not more."

“Gotcha.”

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Nightmare banished Cross but didn’t send an immediate search mission. He expected the Star Sanses to take him as a new member. To his shock, Cross stayed neutral. But there was something else, something far worse than that. Error was the one who broke the news to him.

Cross and Dream fell in love.

Love, what a worthless feeling. Well, perhaps worthless wasn’t the right word. It could be exploited, used, and taken advantage of. Pathetic was better. Isn’t that where this idea came from? To make Ink fall in love with him so he could turn him into a living weapon?

These days, Nightmare took the sympathy he had for Cross and burned them until all there was only hate. If he surrendered there and then, Nightmare would have made his death painless. Now, he didn’t care. He wanted to see him severed and hanging.

Nightmare slammed his hands on the marble sink. His fingers clenched, but he managed to take a deep breath. As long as he didn’t think about Cross and/or Dream, he could keep his temper managed. Besides, he couldn’t intimidate Ink on the first date. What was the adage about a frog? If you drop a frog into a pot of boiling water, it will immediately jump out. Drop a frog into a pot of lukewarm water and raise the heat, it will stay until it dies.

It’s a failing metaphor because the frog jumps out no matter how hot the pot is. You would need to lobotomize it first. He snapped a pair of black silk gloves on.

Nightmare finished readying himself and left the bathroom. He had one more stop to make before he could go to the date.

He walked down his finely decorated hallways. Long purple rugs lined the stone floor. Every decoration had a place in his gothic black and purple theme. The left wall held tall windows with moon designs, shining the sunset through them. The right were old oil paintings. Nightmare had an appreciation for old art, especially those depicting misery and pain. The more suffering the better.

One might ask how he landed such exquisite decor. The answer was centuries worth of exchange and thievery. Nightmare never had a problem with stealing. His moral compass was as nonexistent as his skin.

Nightmare walked inside his office and pushed a stack of papers aside with a tendril. He lay Ink’s sash flat, removing each vial and laying them in a straight line. He touched each of the vials’ rainbow, heart-shaped tops. He could sense the emotions radiating from each color. Not as powerful as natural feelings, not even close. It was like holding artificial flavoring. It does the job, but it’s farce compared to the real thing.

Once he removed the yellow one, his smile distorted so it pointed by his eye sockets. The sturdy glass kept it from burning him, but he still felt happiness and positivity inside. Nightmare opened one of his windows and breathed in the cool night air. He looked down into the blue lake and smiled.

He threw the vial into the water below.

The vial flew, yellow against black until it crashed and sunk into the lake below. The darkness sucked it down. Ink wouldn’t be able to weaken him with happiness now. As long as he stayed here, he would be miserable. The pink paint's love would trick him into thinking he feels positive. Love wasn’t a positive or negative emotion, it was neutral as it could work both ways. Love could be selfless or selfish depending on the person. Most of the time, it was the latter.

He touched the breast pocket of his suit. He nestled the bottle of pink and red paint inside. It glowed softly. You couldn’t notice the light unless you were searching for it.

Nightmare ceased touching the vials when a lumbering sound outside caught his attention. He learned how to tell which member of the trio was who based on the sound of their footsteps. "Come in, Horror."

Horror opened the door and peered inside. His red eye was the only thing lighting up his face. Otherwise, he was backlit by the dark gold light of the hall.

Nightmare turned toward the oldest member of the Murder Time Trio. Horror was a few inches taller than he was and more muscular, but Nightmare didn’t mind.

“When Ink gets ’ere . . . can we torture him?”

Nightmare thought about it. “In time. I need to break him in first. Then you, Killer, and Dust can have a field day. I don’t care what you do to him, just keep him functional. Break a few fingers or use him as a test dummy for all I care,” he said. “Remember, he won’t be an equal to us. He’s far less, so don’t feel bad about making him hurt.”

Horror nodded. “So he’s . . . a torture toy with . . . a special excuse?”

“Mm, close enough. You’re in charge while I’m gone; I trust you the most. But if I come back to any pranks, destruction, or Ouija board incidents, you are all cleaning the dungeon. Including the blades and chains. We need to make a good impression on our new member, don't we?”

“Yes, boss.”

With a final nod, Nightmare stepped through the portal to Outertale. It was one of the AUs he was fond of, and the only one he liked that wasn’t negative-centric. The sky was forever dark and covered with stars. The residents were low energy and had little animosity towards anyone. Nightmare stayed in the shadows and out of sight as much as possible. As kind as Outertale was, he still had a reputation and a price on his head. Thank you, Dream.

Nightmare followed the roads until he made it to the restaurant. Tucked between two shops, it was fancier than either of them, looking like it belonged to a different AU. It was made with white pillars and had an old style, like the buildings in ancient mythology books he read as a child.

Nightmare pushed the doors open. The lively atmosphere almost immediately quieted down. It was like a blanket of uncertainty and fear. He couldn’t sense Ink’s artificial aura so that guaranteed he was late.

“Reservations for Nightmare Joku.” He set his hands on the counter, holding a confident cool smile. The worker seemed unnerved, but they gave him a polite smile in return. It turned strained once they looked into his glowing eye light.

“Joku . . . give me one sec.” They flipped through the massive book and scanned through a page. “Ah, found you.”

They set the book down and mumbled to themself. “Mother of the stars, why can’t I ever get the normal customers . . .” They stood up and walked, gesturing for Nightmare to follow. He did. He looked straight ahead but noticed nervous looks and whispers from the other monsters.

The attendant lead him to a spare room saved for events. Nightmare needed the privacy, not just for the view, though that was a bonus. The window showed the white Milky Way against a deep purple sky. He wanted to keep the affair between him and Ink, and them alone.

The attendant looked nervous, messing with their clipboard. “Um . . . would you like any drinks to begin with?”

Nightmare nodded. “I’ll have a pinot noir and my date will have a rosé champagne. He should be here within the next . . . five to ten minutes, roughly. If you see him, please tell him I’m waiting. Oh, and one last request, please. Could you leave me and him alone for, let’s say, twenty minutes? No, make it fifteen. That should be enough time.”

They rubbed their clipboard more, tapping the chained pen against it. The outside suddenly looked very interesting to them. “Apologies, sir. It’s policy to not leave customers alone for too long. It's considered rude.".

Nightmare nonchalantly passed the waiter one hundred gold pieces from his pocket. The waiter stared with eyes as wide as saucers. They also seemed desperate to get out of there. “Well . . . I suppose an exception can be made.”

As soon as he slipped out, Nightmare shook his head. Mortals could be convinced with the simplest bribe. They came back with the glasses of wine and water not long after. Once he left, he activated his plan.

The dark king removed the bottle of love potion from his pocket and poured half of the pink liquid into the wine. He decided it would be safe if he saved some in case the effects failed to work. He wasn’t too concerned though. The main reason he chose Ink as his target was how easily he could be manipulated. Physically, Ink was the strongest member of the Star Sanses. Mentally, he’s the weakest. If only he was as intelligent as he was arrogant.

Nightmare drank his red wine. He was incapable of getting drunk, likely due to his body lacking a solid form. The power from his black apple soul was the only thing keeping it together. Along with the fact he was using a six-year-old skeleton as a, well, skeleton.

The stars entranced and distracted him. He focused his attention on what appeared to be a flaming asteroid. Then he caught a bitter aura. Nightmare couldn’t read minds, but if he could, he could imagine the host thinking vulgar language.

The fire monster at the reception desk peeked in through the curtains. “Your Highness? Your date is here.”

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megamindmegatron · 2 years

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Not All Heroes Need Capes ( 2 )

Pairing: Future Pro Hero Katsuki Bakugou x Fem reader

genre: Hero AU, Fluff, Romance, Angst

Chapter count : Chapter 2

side note : when you see this ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── it means a spoiler is coming up

Series Summary : When the number 2 Hero Dynamight ( Katsuki bakugou) gets into a serous injury that will lead him to do physiotherapy with a student in training yet very qualified he will learn more about himself and experience of patience, motivation, starting from zero back to a hundred and even love but the biggest lesson he will learn is what makes him the number 2 hero and soon realize not all heroes need capes.

Content warnings : Slight spoilers from chapter 362, mentions of blood, slight Angst I want to specify all the information I get about physiotherapy will be from google I will do my best to research on this topic. There will be spoilers from the manga in the future, I will put a warning when I do.

From your perspective you found the blonde hero intriguing for sure, obviously you heard about the Pro Hero Dynamight you kind of had to, working in a specially hero hospital it was your duty after all to be informed about the hero society as much as you could, as for your job although you were only at a young age of 25 you were already highly experienced mostly because of being used in emergencies when the hospital was short on staff. You had your bachelor’s done which took you four years to complete. After those four years you took a break from University to work and earn enough money for masters degree funding while still keeping up with your desired profession your mom had managed to get you an internship in the hospital.

Employees never doubted you nor did your boss. You were a highly responsible worker and after helping your first ever pro hero patient Yo Shindo back on his feet no-one ever judged that you were still a training student.

You enjoyed helping people this way to motivate them and get themselves back up, because of your cheery and kind personality the patients would immediately trust you, however Bakugou was surely different than the patients you had ever helped on the first day of his physio you started him off with standing up from sitting and then sitting down gently. Repeating this 10 times and while he was doing it he would integorate you on where you studied, for how long, in which university, training details even as far to ask personal questions sometimes which you would have to remind him it wasn’t appropriate he would also comment on how ridiculous exercises you gave him “I know it’s just standing and sitting back down but it is important with your injury we take this as slow and easy as possible at least for a couple of days before getting into stretches” you would remind him which in return he would grunt in response. While he was here in the hospital for the first five days at the end of his sessions you would convince Maria the nurse that you would be able to bring him back as you thought it would help around having as much nurses as possible around the building so that’s what you would do you would watch him seat carefully back down on the wheelchair as you helped him get back to his room.

Bakugou didn’t know what to think about you he got the jist that you were a nice, kind and caring person and you did take your job seriously as you guided him through all the steps you planned for his healing process however the idea of still not being able to work or properly exercises his old routines made his blood boil it reminded him off that time back in UA.

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The ground was cold, it was about to rain too yet his body gave up after his last attack on Shigaraki , his stomach was bleeding as he also coughed up blood his eyes felt to heavy to keep open he could feel his body going numb and worse of all his heart slowly beating he could feel it all.

Bakugou shook his head ignoring the memories. This wasn’t the same situation he reminded himself he would get back up much quicker, heal much quicker and go back to living his usual normal life as a hero. What did you know? You were still in training you were doubting him he thought just like everyone else from his past you were trying to look down on him. Although that’s what his brain was telling him his heart didn’t agree.

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The next day all was still the same. He was reading one of his books in the hospital bed before the nurse Maria would walk in and help him get to your room. “You’re looking much better” you commented before realizing what you said grimacing a little “I mean your wounds have basically disappeared and you look much more well rested” you explained before getting him started with the same exercise from yesterday “ I want to try and walk” you heard his deep voice say, you looked at him softly before shaking your head “look I know this is hard for you and you think you’re ready but let’s just give it a few more days” you almost said in a pleaded tone never had you had such a stubborn patient “Why should I trust someone who isn’t even a professional yet?” ouch you could feel your heart sting from his comment as you sighed you crossed your arms over your chest in an ‘x’ shape before sighing “Fine don’t trust me go ahead” you gave permission as you watched him stand up he looked at the ground contemplating for a moment as he chewed on his lips before he sighed and lifted his right foot, you held in your breath and made a stance just in case something were to happen and you thanked your senses when you watched him lose balance and starting to lean forward as his knees gave out. You quickly caught him by the shoulders and leaned in making sure his body knocked onto you, you admitted he was heavy but with all your strength you helped him stand back up straight gripping onto his muscular biceps that you had noticed but ignored to keep things professional, when you noticed you were still close to his body your cheeks heated up as you took a step back sighing in frustration “ believe me now?” you asked with the ‘I told you so’ look and tone. Bakugou sat back on his wheelchair with a frustrated look and defeat. “You just need to give it some time” you started “I don’t have time-” “well you’re gonna have to make it your time this isn’t a joke, you’re body needs time to recover the healing process can’t be rushed it’ll leave you more injured” You tried to look at him in the eyes however he avoided you as much as possible as if a kid was just getting scolded by his mother. Another sigh left your mouth as you crouched down to his height your index finger and thumb softly placed under his chin as you tilted his head gently towards you “I need you to trust me” you spoke softly as you smiled lightly your beautiful glimmering eyes looking into his pools of red Bakugou was flustered from the action his blush spreading from his cheeks to the nose of his bridge it took all of your will strength not to comment how cute you looked “now back to work” you leaned back standing up straight as you clapped your hands. Bakugou was definitely flabbergasted.

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The 30 minute session of his second day ended as he sighed sitting back on his wheelchair as he watched you go behind him and grip onto the handles as you started pushing him out your room and towards his Bakugou thought back to today's session on what he had said about you for some reason it was weighing on his heart, here you were doing all your best to make sure he wouldn’t injure himself more into the process while he gave you crap about not knowing enough. Bakugou stared off into the hallways before he began to speak well more like mumble something out “i’m sorry” he had definitely got your attention when you let out a confused hum “for what I said today, i’m mostly frustrated at myself and I took it out on you which isn’t right so i’m sorry I insulted you” he spoke softly he couldn’t see you from behind but he could feel your smile radiating out of you “ it’s alright, I understand i’ve been through that phase too” you slipped out something personal that made Bakugou confused however he didn’t pry when you didn’t explain further “ it’s a common feeling during this process but it will get easier as time goes by” you spoke reassuringly almost like you knew the outcome “All I can advise you is to be patient with not only yourself but towards me is well, this is a huge pressure getting the number 2 back on his feet” you expressed you figured if you opened up to him a little he could trust you little by little. You opened his room door as you strolled him in before helping him get to bed and putting the blanket over him Bakugou watched you “thank you” he looked at you genuinely, you smiled as you bowed before heading towards the door “rest well” you said before walking out and closing the door behind you.

Bakugou not even realizing he smiled lightly as you left. He thought maybe it wouldn’t be too bad for the next couple of days being here and just maybe physio would be just alright with you being by his side.

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lamuradex · 2 months

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Meet the Character Monday

Let's meet: Cerris

Appears in: Signs of Light and Shadow (Fantasy Adventure)

Gender: Cis/Woman

Orientation: Lesbian

Description:

She was in her mid-twenties, with long black hair which hung down her back. Her complexion was a robust peach, with only small scratches, a few lingering freckles, and some flecks of mud to mar her skin. Her eyes were a deep, watery blue, but shone brightly out from beneath her dark eyebrows. Her cheeks and chin were soft and mild, her features surprisingly delicate for one so used to the outdoors. This was with the exception of a slightly crooked nose and a small scar on her left ear from some fight arguably won. Athletically built, her body was toned and agile. She wore a light-armoured garb, all greys and dark blues, made of leather and metal plates, tough but built for movement. It covered her from her neck to her boots, a dark red cape attached at the shoulders which hung down past her knees.

About: Cerris and her sister Elena were born and raised in the woods by their parents, Winfirth and Selene. However, when the girls were eleven, a monster appeared and attacked their home. Their parents were killed, leaving the girls to survive on their own, struggling to make it through. But they managed it.

As they've grown, Cerris has become the fighter of the pair. Learning to hunt, fight, and defend the pair of them, she's mastered the use of a woodcutters axe and a shield which belonged to her father. She wears her armour constantly to the point it's second nature to her now. She is also the more cynical sister, taking a more realistic view of things, but that isn't to say she's dour. She quite enjoys teasing Elena, and she does hope for romance at the taverns on the rare occasions they visit the nearby town, but living so isolated does make things difficult.

Even if they annoy each other, she loves her sister more than anything. If they're in public, Cerris will always have one eye out for her and one eye out for trouble, spotting the fight before it starts. She can however be a little reckless if Elena isn't there to temper her. Beneath her armour she has quite a few scars from training against wild wolves when she was younger, before Elena found out and forced her to stop. At the end of the day, all they have is each other.

At the beginning of the story, she is given two divine blessings, the titular Signs of Light and Shadow. These grant her a collection of magical abilities, including invisibility, insightful visions, summoning willpower, and a light which dispels illusions.

If only the gods had given her any instructions on how to use them. She'll just have to work them out for herself, as she follows the visions she's been receiving and sets off in pursuit of fate.

#writeblr #writing #writing community #writers on tumblr #Meet the Character Monday #Weekday Prompts #I hope I'm doing this right #Asks are welcome #I've already written a book and a half with Cerris as one of the MCs #MeetTheCharacterMonday

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naerwenia · 2 years

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Tight Red Rope (Mozus x Reader)

Mozus Trein x f!reader

Warnings: suggestive content, teacher/student relationship, D/s themes, submissive reader, dom Mozus

Author’s note: It’s a good start, I really wish I could finish this at some point, but dissociation and depression are getting worse, so see you in couple of months. Until then, enjoy!

For a few hours every week Mozus let his guard down, took off his cape and gloves, set all aside to enjoy the company of another human being and the art of shibari. He told himself it was to let you be free of all expectations for a moment, letting you just exist in your body, while he practised something he was passionate about. Yet he could not deny the hotness of your skin when he touched you, when he wrapped the hemp rope around you and let his fingers touch your soft skin. Every time the spark was there, every time the spark got bigger and now it felt like a flaming arrow in Mozus’ hands. He was going to burn himself one day, and even if he knew it might be today, he opened the door and welcomed you into his office.

You wore the same dress every time. Short skater dress and stockings, almost the same colour as your skin, so at a glance it might have looked like you were naked. It was intentional, Mozus was sure of it, yet he never mentioned it, just enjoyed the idea while admiring you. When you stepped into the room, you always locked the door first before saying anything. You both did everything to make it look like it was more of a counselling session than anything else, since it was the easiest way to explain this, and in some fucked up way it was. Tying you up was almost therapeutic for both of you, as you had the chance to just be, lose control, let someone else be in control after trying to hold a life together in this weird world, let go of yourself, while Mozus finally had the chance to control, have all the strings tightly in his hands for once. String he gently placed on your skin, tied around your limbs, making the ropes support your posture. Sometimes it was closed, hands together behind your back and legs together, and sometimes more elaborately positioned like a dancer. The positions were never uncomfortable, even when you were left standing on one leg, as Mozus’ intricate knots were there to support you, just like his hands when he tied them. At times he used satin ribbon and it always felt so sensual in contrast to the almost rough hemp, but you still loved the hemp rope more, even if the satin was sweet and gentle, almost too gentle even with tight knots, only reminding you of the conventional love stories found in romantic comedies and romance paperbacks. The rough rope always felt stronger, more controlling, like you could trust it to keep you from falling out of your body, or reminding you of Mozus’ rough hands that were there to catch you if anything went wrong, if you stumbled, if you let your heart skip a beat.

Today was no different. You knocked, he said come in, you opened the door and closed it as soon as possible, locking it, and moving closer to his table, taking off your long cardigan that hid the bare minimum of clothes you had for the hour or two you got to spend with your friend, professor, teacher, confidant, master. Maybe not master per se, but you always wished you had the courage to call him that, see how he reacted to breaking of the thin veil between you, separating you to your roles of a student and a teacher. The veil was so thin you could see each other through it as it clung to your skin as your hands touched with only a faint hint of fabric there. You could feel his warmth and the sweat on his palms, smell his cologne, yet you had a degree of separation between you two, if only by a technicality, but it was enough. Through the months, what had started innocently, had morphed into trying to see which one of you would break, make the first move.

Mozus’ grip on the rope was tight, almost burning, as he pulled it through his fist, grounding himself as to not get lost admiring your body. The burn from the red rope coiled around his hand made it harder for him to aimlessly feel your body, to just feel the small of your back, the soft skin of your hands, the small scars left by a cruel life, the muscles of your legs brought on by the countless stairs of the academy. While at the start he had trouble even bringing the rope between your legs, now he found himself brushing his hand across your panties, finding them damp every time. Sometimes he would use his fingers to check that the rope went in a straight line between your legs, just to feel your reaction to the session. Every time it was sensual, erotic, deeply infuriating and arousing, a game between self-control and desire. There was nothing he wouldn’t give to have met you under any other circumstances, so he could show his love for you, knowing this was out of the line, yet he let you come in every time and let himself touch you, play and laugh with you, let himself be aroused by your submission and your reactions to his touch.

#mozus trein #mozus trein x reader #twisted wonderland mozus trein #twst x reader #twst mozus

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space-writes · 3 months

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for the wip asks: ruby for claws, labradorite for valloroth and if you're including fics, sapphire for obedience!

hi fox!

Ruby: Is there any symbolism used in your wip?

for claws i suspect there will be, but for right now i can’t pull it out of the general melee of blood & spiders to see it properly. i do use a lot of prey descriptions/metaphors for Vivien, which is fun because yes he looks like a delicate little prey animal, and often acts like it, but he is absolutely the predator in this story.

Labradorite: What made you fall in love with your wip? What motivates you to write it?

the characters! especially Sorrow and Vren’s dynamic (obviously) but also the main crew. the minute I wrote the first scene with all of Lucian’s group in it I knew ‘oh. oh yes i love these idiots with my whole heart’. they just clicked.

getting to show them off and let them play is very motivating.

Sapphire: The most upbeat dialog or overall scene in your wip

ooohh. hmm. i think one of my favourite upbeat parts in The Perils of Wanting is early on, when Ashenivir runs into Mara at the market while buying serials. Mara is the romance-novel ADHD half-elf princess of my entire heart, so here’s some snippets:

“Ashenivir! Hi!” Mara’s half-cape was confectionary pink, edged with white fur, her shoulders dusted with snow. Her long skirt hung heavily to her ankles, lace trim brushing the tops of her dainty fawn-coloured boots. She beamed at him, cheeks flushed to match her cloak with the cold, and skipped around him to examine the stall. “You like serials?” She extricated a slightly battered red volume, toppling a nearby stack in the process. “Did you read A Seventh Heaven yet?” “That series is a mess,” the bookseller said, rolling her eyes. “It takes them forever to confess their feelings, and the prose is purple as a bruise.” “It’s called romantic tension,” Mara said primly. She rummaged further and came up with five more red volumes, two of which had rather lurid illustrations inked onto their covers. She thrust the books at Ashenivir and a handful of coin at the bookseller. “You have to read them so we can talk about them next time you’re at the House.”

and also:

“Boo, your Master won’t mind. We’re not going to ravish you unless you ask nicely.” Mara hooked her arm into his, bumping his shoulder. “But if you want to be a good rasilla—” “Ra’soltha,” Ashenivir corrected, then immediately worried he’d said it too loud. But there were no other drow in the market, and no-one paid them any mind. “If you’re set on being a good one of those, then just come for drinks with us at the end of the tenday. I hate the thought of you being all alone in Waterdeep with only your boyfriend. You have to have other friends whilst you’re here!” “He’s not my…” he couldn’t make himself say the word. “He’s just my Master.” “Oh, okay,” Mara said. “Ooh, look!” She dragged him over to a jewellery stand, where she cooed over silver bracelets and gold earrings for several long, distracted minutes before remembering what she was doing. “Come to Trollskull Manor,” she said. “The seventeenth—that’s the next day we’re all free in the evening—at like seven? Maybe eight? I’ll send a note. You’ll love it there, I promise! The owners are adventurers, and they used to have a ghost, but they exorcised it, and—” She chattered on, exactly as she had at the House, dragging him here and there about the market until it started to rain, whereupon she threw up her hands with a squeal. “I have to go before my hair is totally ruined. It was so nice to see you again Ashenivir—I’ll see you at Trollskull!”

send me gemstones for my wips!

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#tags: writeblr #ask games #gemstone asks #gemstone ask game #fanfiction #snippets #wip: claws #valloroth blogging #obedience fic blogging #c: ashenivir zauvym #c: mara shemov #mara i love you with my whole heart #in my head she sounds like pinkie pie honestly #but like. if pinkie pie was russian because she’s from damara and damarans have russian-esque accents. to me.

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breakingbatman · 5 months

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Detective Comics #34 (Dec, 1939)

In Paris, the city of romance, Bruce Wayne's "spot your friend" radar goes haywire as he joyfully mistakes Charles Maire for good ol' Jed Farnol. Oops!

It turns out Charles' face has been on a Euro trip, courtesy of the face-snatching maestro, Duc D’Orterre—master of the Apaches.

Enter Batman, the unwitting hero with a knack for impeccable timing. Forget Parisian fashion shows; this caped crusader is about to steal the spotlight in a drama more thrilling than a high-stakes mime performance.

#batman #dc comics #batman and robin #detective comics #comic books #comic art #bruce wayne

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fics-n-stuff-n-stuff · 8 months

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Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox /

all fairy tail characters basically - CharacterAlternate Universe - Modern with Magic / Fluff and Angst / Romance / Friendship / developing feelings / Lucy has new spirits I checked constellations and gave her ones I thought were cool

Summary

Lucy is thrown into a world she didn’t know existed. Join her as she unravels this new world full of magic that brings adventure, romance and destruction along with it.

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Just a modern re-telling of Fairy tail following its arcs with a few twists and turns along the way💞

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Chapter 8

Lucy woke up in a cold, dark cell. Her head was pounding, her lungs aching.

Shaking off the confusion she struggled to remember what happened and how she got there.

Looking around, she tried to focus and figure out where the hell she was, but it was dark and she could barely see past the bars in her cell.

Turning her thoughts over, the last thing Lucy remembered was disconnecting her call with Natsu, and the next thing she knew she was swallowed by a vortex of water.

The mage seemed to have snuck up on her, catching her off guard. It was a woman with blue hair who was able to manipulate water.

And turn into water, if what she remembers is correct, she was losing oxygen fast.

She tried to fight her way through the water and tried to get free, but it was no use.

Her keys were in a bowl by her bedside, her whip in one of the drawers. She hadn't planned on doing anything but relaxing for the day after her rambunctious night out.

Shuffling around, Lucy stood up and started pacing back and forth in her small cell.

Who had abducted her? And why did they take her? Natsu said something about a rival guild being the one to hurt Levy and the guys, but she'd just joined Fairy Tail.

Why would they take her of all people?

If they were even the ones behind this, it could be someone else entirely.

The sudden sound of footsteps bouncing off the walls turned Lucy's attention back to the cell door. A few moments later a tall man, dressed like he'd just got off set filming for Harry Potter, appeared on the other side of the bars. Smirking at her.

He had a menacing aura surrounding him, auburn hair was hidden underneath a ridiculously purple pointed hat, and he was also wearing a purple cape, with fake bat-like wings attached to it.

'Seriously, he looks like a stereotypical bad guy, how drab.' Lucy thought as she looked at the man, waiting for him to speak.

"Ah Miss Heartfilia, you are awake. Good, Welcome to my guild." He spread his arms "Or rather my guild's prison cell."

The man stopped in front of her cell and leered at her. "My name is Jose Porla, I am the master of Phantom Lord. Apologies for your accommodations, but we had to take the necessary precautions, considering you are a Fairy Tail Mage."

Lucy was petrified, frozen in place the moment her last name passed his lips. She tried to school her features and show no fear. But she was petrified.

What was happening here?

"What do you want from me?" She managed to grit out, hands clenching at her sides as she tried to compose herself.

Because that's what it always came down to, he wouldn't have used her last name if he didn't want something from her, or rather, the benefits her title could provide.

The man let out a laugh at her question

"My, my, where are your manners Lady Heartfilia? What would your father think, if he saw you." The man taunted her.

"I am no lady, I can assure you. And my father can go rot in hell, as far as I'm concerned." She spat out at him, her anger coming out at the mention of Jude Heartfilia.

"Oh, well then aren't you a lucky one? It's a good thing, that I have no intention of handing you over to him like I was hired to do." He said as he unlocked and opened the door of her cell before coming in.

Lucy felt like someone poured a bucket of ice down her shirt.

Her father.

Her father hired a magical guild to deliver her back to Crocus.

He knew where she was, he knew and he simply sent someone to retrieve her. It shouldn't surprise her, not really, he was used to letting other people handle his business.

Backing up until her back was up against the wall, Lucy tried to put as much distance between her and the older man as possible.

"You attacked Levy, Jet, and Droy because my father hired you to bring me back?" Lucy's voice was trembling, heart sinking to her stomach.

It was her fault. They got hurt because of her.

"Causing pain to the pathetic fairies and Makarov was a bonus." He laughed cruelly, putting his hand in his pocket as if to retrieve something.

"But once Juvia brought you back, along with these-" The man held out his hands and showed her the chain holding her golden and silver keys in his possession.

"I realized your father was holding out on me. You are not just a runaway, but a genuine spirit summoner, and in Fairy Tail of all places. Who would've thought?" He let out a laugh before continuing his rant.

"Now that I know, I've decided to keep you. I will tell your father you were unfortunately killed in the crosshairs of a guild battle." He put the keys in his cloak pocket, the sinister smile never leaving his face.

"I'm sure you will be of great value to me, and if not, these will fetch a pretty price." He patted the pocket where her keys were and Lucy almost jumped him at his thinly veiled threat towards her spirits.

"I will never willingly help you, you twisted son of a bitch." Lucy spat at his feet, making the man furrow his brows in disdain and slap her across the face.

Lucy fought the urge to clasp her throbbing cheek as she turned her head back to look at the vile man in front of her. She will not show weakness.

"How dare you spit at me you ungrateful little tart. This is your reality now, as far as I'm concerned, you have two options."

He moved suddenly Lucy could barely react and a blast of dark purple matter was coming toward her, but instead of hitting her, it blasted the wall behind her, blowing a hole in the wall and revealing how high up they were.

Lucy jumped forward at the impact catching herself and, looking back she could see debris falling to the ground and shattering.

"You can stay here, or you can jump. The decision is yours, Miss Heartfilia." He said with a smug smirk on his face.

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Natsu was never known for keeping his cool.

Maybe, it was because he was a creature of fire, or maybe because his instincts always lead him to triumph, so he never saw the need to stop and think things through.

He was the punch now, ask questions later kind of person, and having to sit around listening to most of Fairy Tail argue with each other about how they should handle Phantom Lord was close to tipping him off an already nonexistent ledge.

When he burst through the door earlier that day shaking with rage and announcing that Lucy was abducted, all hell broke loose with the guild.

The attack on their fellow nakama was bad enough, and hearing one of their own was taken had them ready for war.

The master was able to round everyone up, standing on the railing of the second floor.

"Shut it you brats, we have a serious situation on our hands." His voice boomed through the guild, immediately silencing everyone.

"Three of our own have been severely injured by Phantom Lord l, and they have now kidnapped Lucy!" Natsu could see the tension and anger radiating from the short man.

Makarov Dreyar was not an easy man to provoke, but if you hurt his children, you will feel his wrath.

"This was an unjustifiable attack and I will not have anyone hurting my children and getting away with it. Now I want you all to ready yourselves for battle. Mira, prepare a portal to Oak Town!" The master ordered before disappearing into his office, everyone cheered and scrambled to get ready for their upcoming fight.

All Natsu could do was stow in his anger, he couldn't stop thinking about Lucy.

'Was she okay? Why did they take her in the first place?'

He also felt guilty because she wanted to go to the guild, and maybe if he weren't so insistent on her waiting for him, she would still be here, still be safe.

Maybe if they were on the phone when it happened, he would've gotten there faster.

Unbeknownst to Natsu, the temperature surrounding him started rising turning the air humid, almost sticky, as he went around in circles in his head.

"Natsu?" He heard a voice call out, bringing him out of his head.

"I told her to wait for me. She wanted to come to the guild and see Levy, she was so worried when I called her." He turned to look at Erza as he spoke, almost trembling with the need to run.

To run to Oak Town, find Lucy, and burn everyone involved to a crisp. "But I told her to stay in her apartment because we didn't know how dangerous it was." He let out a depreciating laugh at the irony, the fire inside him burning to escape and unleash its fury.

"This is not your fault. We don't even know why they're doing all of this, so how could you have known they'd take her?" The armored woman tried to console him, going to pat his shoulder and almost dislocating it with her strength.

"I should have been there to protect her."

This time, Erza hit the back of his head, hard.

"Tch, idiot. She doesn't need you to protect her. Lucy can protect herself, I've made sure of it." She said proudly, tilting her chin upwards. "Her fighting skills, while still needing work, are sufficient. Though she is still hesitant when we spar, I am confident that if put on the spot against an enemy, she could hold her own." The scarlet mage lectured him.

'Jeez, she almost knocked my head off.' Natsu thought with a slight pout on his face as he rubbed his head where she hit him.

"I don't need ya to tell me that Luce is strong. I know that. It's just, I don't know, an instinct of sorts that is screaming at me for not being there for her." He tried to explain, turning his head to look at the side as he tried to regulate his emotions.

It was a difficult concept for him. He's never felt this way before. He loves all his Nakama and is willing to do anything to protect them. But there is something different about the way he feels about Lucy.

It challenged him and drove him in a way he'd never experienced before, and he couldn't understand it.

Looking back up at Erza, he saw a warm, understanding look in her eyes. She went to pat him on the shoulder, gentler this time.

"We will get Lucy back, and you will get the chance to raise hell on the people that took her." The older girl said with determination, leaving no room for doubt.

Natsu straightened his posture and gave her a grateful smile. "Thank you." He told her.

She nodded back at him, squeezing his shoulder before turning to leave and prepare for the fight.

Natsu, feeling a bit better, went to find Happy, who will be staying back with Charla and some of the younger guild members with Wendy overseeing them.

"Hey Happy, we're about to leave, so I wanted to say bye. You're gonna be okay here?" Natsu asked his little buddy as he approached the table he was sitting at.

"Aye, we'll be waiting for you here when you get back! Maybe after, we can make Lushi come fishing with us again?" The blue exceed shot out, and Natsu smiled at his optimism, knowing it was highly unlikely that Lucy would go fishing with them in the middle of December.

"Sure thing buddy, you keep the guild safe while I'm gone, yeah?" Natsu stretched his hand to pat Happy on the head.

"Aye, sir!" The cat exclaimed nuzzling into his hand.

Natsu smiled at the blue cat and turned his gaze to where he could feel Wendy, who was trying to hide her trepidation behind a small smile.

He left Happy to his antics in trying to woo Charla and approached the younger girl, startling her as he put his hands on her shoulders, leveling her with a firm gaze.

"Don't worry Wendy, you stay here, look after Levy and the others. We'll get Lucy back and kick Phantom's ass, you'll see!" He told her, and some of the tension in her lessened at his words.

Giving him a form nod, she smiled.

"Go and give them hell!"

"Aye! I'm all fired up now!" He shouted, fist pumping in the air, and fire wisping from his mouth as he went to where the rest of the guild was gathering by the doors, readying to go through the portal.

Mira and the master at the front of it.

"All right ya brats, when we step through this door and attack, we violate the guild's treaty, but given what Phantom has done to us, the treaty is as good as void." There was a unanimous acclamation through the crowd at the old man's words as he continued with his speech.

"No one attacks Fairy Tail and gets away with it! Now get ready my children, for we are going to war!" Master Makarov exclaimed, and with the chants and roars from the rest of the guild, he stepped through the portal, everyone following behind.

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Lucy was at a loss for what to do as she stood in her cell, cold wind creeping from the crater that was blown through the wall.

The vile man was examining her with a smirk on his face, knowing she wouldn't dare jump, and that he had her right where he wanted her.

"I'll let you mull your choices over, but don't take too long, or I'll have to resort to a more unsavory approach." Tipping his hat toward her, he left the cell, locking it on his way out and leaving Lucy trapped, between steel bars and a hundred-meter fall.

The moment the clacking of his heels was out of earshot, Lucy fell to her knees in despair, tears spilling down her face.

She didn't know what to do.

She was sure that by now Natsu knew she was missing, and maybe they'd put together who took her, maybe they'd even take down Jose and his guild.

But that still left her father.

The man responsible for all the chaos and pain caused to the people she'd grown to love in these short months.

He hired someone to take her back once, he'd do it again if they managed to take down Phantom Lord and she refused to go back to him, She would not go back to that life.

And if Fairy Tail fails, (she couldn't bear thinking it, but a contingency plan was always a good thing.) there was no way she was letting that man use her and her spirits, she would rather die than have that happen. Mind made up, Lucy straightened her spine, wiping the tears from her face.

She stood up, feeling slightly more composed, and waited for Jose to return.

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The moment they stepped foot out of the portal door and into the clearing a little way out of Oak Town where the Phantom's building was located, all hell broke loose.

While there were the standard wards to keep out any curious humans, that could easily be taken down by a determined mage, there also appeared to be guards placed in front of the castle-like structure ahead who seemed to be expecting them.

All of Fairy Tail charged with a roar, handling the guards with ease before breaking the door down with a bang and storming the rival guild.

"Where is Lucy?" Natsu bellowed, body ablaze as he went around and bulldozed everyone in sight, not giving any of them a chance to answer his question.

The rest of the guild was fighting as well, everyone feeling the need to avenge their fellow guild mates and get Lucy back.

Erza was wielding her heavens wheel armor, a hundred swords raining down on her enemies.

The chill of Gray's magic was barely noticeable with how angry Natsu was, but he could still see from the corner of his eye the ice princess knocking people out left and right.

Elfman transformed into a monster, a mix between a bull and a bear, hulking his way through the guild.

Everyone else spread out, equally ferocious in their own way.

In his peripheral vision, Natsu could see the Master climbing the stairs, in search of someone. Leaving him be, he charged at another mage demanding once more to know where Lucy was.

The man was unconscious before he could answer and Natsu felt his anger rising, he tried sniffing her out, but there was an onslaught of magical residue and too many people for him to pinpoint anything.

There was also something pulling him out of the building, telling him Lucy wasn't there.

Like how he knew she wouldn't be in her apartment.

He was about to charge at another mage and demand answers when a steel rod appeared in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.

"Gihi, the little fairy's all riled up." A raspy voice came from above Natsu, who tipped his head back and looked up to see a man with long dark hair sitting atop one of the ceiling beams.

The steel morphed back into an appendage and the mage jumped down to stand a few meters from Natsu, hands crossed as he smirked at him.

"That little blonde piece of ass isn't here."

He sneered at Natsu, who bristled in response and found himself at a crossroads, not knowing whether he should listen to the instinct yelling at him to run and search for Lucy or to stay and fight this spiky-haired bastard.

"Where the hell is she?" Natsu shouted at the man, who only laughed in response.

"Probably long gone, now that you're here." He snickered out, shoulders shaking.

Mind made up, Natsu sent a fire blast towards the insufferable mage and booked it out the doors of Phantom before the other man could retaliate.

He could hear several of his Nakama calling after him but he paid no mind to them, he didn't know where he was going, but he was certain it would be wherever Lucy was.

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The chill was starting to get to Lucy as she waited in her cell.

There was a shockwave a few minutes back that went throughout the building, and she was certain it was Fairy Tail.

She had rushed to the bars, straining herself to try and hear any commotion, or if anyone would approach.

After a few minutes of silence, she heard the same clacking of boots and knew it was Jose.

Taking a few steps back, she mulled over her next course of action.

"It seems things have escalated quicker than I anticipated, we need to go." He told her as he unlocked her cell, sauntering toward her casually, acting as if she wasn't here against her will.

A sudden anger encompassed Lucy at his attitude, there was a boiling rage that didn't quite feel like her own flowing from her core.

Embracing her in a familiar way, making her feel warm. It gave Lucy the needed courage to go for the attack.

Moving suddenly, taking the amber-haired man by surprise, she grabbed him by the shoulders digging her fingers into his cape keeping a firm hold.

She used the leverage and kicked him between his legs as hard as she could, making the man yell out in pain and double over, clutching his crotch.

Lucy moved quickly, reaching into his pocket she took her keys out and walked backward and away from the keeling man on the floor.

"You little bitch! Get back here!" Jose shouted at her as he went to stand, and in a move of pure panic, or maybe stupidity she wasn't sure, Lucy found herself turning to jump out of the tower.

Her heart was racing as the wind whipped around her, hair flying everywhere, keys clutched to her chest as she fell, hearing Jose's screams on her way down.

'I can feel him, I know he's down there, I can feel him!' Lucy thought to herself as she plummeted to her death.

That anger, the heat that accompanied it, it had to be him.

"Natsu!" She yelled as a final precaution, mind flashing through the last few months of her life in Fairy Tail as she braced herself for the worst.

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Natsu realized he was running to the back part of the castle, where in the distance there seemed to be a tower of sorts with a wall blown through, he could see debris on the ground from where he was as he approached.

Knowing that's where Lucy was, Natsu increased his speed, dread filling his body.

As he looked up once more at the hole in the tower, he saw a figure throw itself off the ledge and his heart sank and he prayed it wasn't her.

A flash of gold glinted in the air as he watched her fall.

"Fuck!" Natsu exclaimed at the sight. 'The hell is she thinking?'

"Natsu!" He heard her scream and instantly increased his speed, adrenaline pumping through his body as he prayed to whoever was out there that he makes it in time.

As he watched her near the ground his panic arose, and he found himself strained as he sped up and in a desperate move used his fire as a boost.

Natsu jumped, managing to catch Lucy mid-air in the last second.

His arms wrapped securely around her waist, and her head tucked in his shoulder, he turned their bodies so he would take the impact as they tumbled to the ground.

"Lucy? Luce, are you okay?"

Natsu called out once they hit the ground, pulling his hands away and grasping her shoulders gently, trying to look her over for injuries, but she refused to budge.

He could feel her shaking in his arms, and the anger returned at the thought of someone hurting his Luce and making her cry.

Looking up at the hole in the tower he vowed to burn them all.

The sound of her laughter diminished any negative emotions from him as he turned to watch her lean away from him and throw her head back.

He watched, mesmerized by the way her hair cascaded down her back, glowing as the sun hit it, making it look like melted gold.

The way her eyes were shining with mischief.

His hand moved on its own accord and brushed itself through her hair, It was soft, a little tangled from the wind, and he was completely in awe. She looked beautiful.

Free.

He wanted her to always be like this.

"I'm sorry, I know none of this is funny." She wiped a tear from her face as she tried to reign her laughter, looking at him with mirth in her eyes she chuckled again.

"I just jumped out of a fucking tower, and, and you caught me." She giggled at her words and Natsu's smile warmed as he watched her.

Moving his hand from her hair, he traced the side of her jaw. "I'll always be there to catch you, weirdo." And he meant it. "But don't make a habit out of jumping off buildings, the fall wasn't kind to my back." Natsu told her, moving his other hand to rub a sore spot on his back.

Lucy winced at his words, eyes turning sad, and all the previous happiness was gone.

She looked up at him, eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry. It's all my fault!"

Taken by surprise, Natsu didn't know what to do, he was never good at consoling people.

He decided after a few beats to scoop her into his arms and rub her back comfortingly.

"Hey, none of this is your fault. Phantom Lord did this. They're the ones to blame."

He told her, but she only cried harder at his words.

"You don't understand, I don't want to go back!" Her voice was muffled by his shirt but he still heard her, heart dropping at her words.

"What do you mean you don't want to go back?" He tried to keep the hurt out of his voice but something gave him away as she lifted her head to look at him.

"No, no, it's not like that! I don't want to go back home!" She exclaimed through her tears, waving her hands in front of him, nearly missing his face in her haste.

"My father hired Jose to deliver me to Crocus."

Her voice was small and shaky, and Natsu felt the boiling anger returning with a vengeance at her words. "What?" Was the only thing he managed to get passed his teeth.

Lucy's tears were flowing down her cheeks, glistening in the sun as they fell. He watched her take deep breaths to calm herself before she tried explaining.

"They took me from my apartment, you know that already. I woke up in that tower and the master of the guild told me that my father was the reason all of this happened!" Her voice cracked and Natsu moved to clasp their hands together, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

"He hired them to take me back home! I don't want to go home Natsu, please." She choked on a sob at the end of her plea, and Natsu felt like someone was crushing his heart as he watched her.

He was stunned by the fact that her father would hire thugs like Phantom to kidnap Lucy, the fact that he would hire anyone.

He moved slowly, not wanting to startle the crying girl, and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into his chest.

"You're not going anywhere you don't want to. No one's gonna force ya out of Fairy Tail, and as for these clowns-" he pointed to the tower behind them. "They've wanted to take us down for a long time, if this didn't happen they would've found another excuse to attack us. None of this is your fault."

He could hear her breathing steady and she looked up at him, red-eyed with puffy cheeks from crying.

"But, my dad-" She started but Nastu shot her down.

"You're not responsible for what he does." He cut her off, bringing one of his hands to wipe the tears off her cheek.

She offered him a strained smile but relaxed in his hold.

"Come on, let's go find everyone else and see what happened with the fight between Phantom." He told her pulling away slowly he helped her stand and took her hand in his.

They walked slowly and in silence, as Natsu let Lucy gather her feelings. Not wanting to push. He had a lot of questions, but they could all wait until she felt calmer and was safe in the guild.

As they neared the front of the castle, they could see the mayhem inside and outside of the building.

Unconscious bodies of Phantom and Fairy Tail mages alike sprawled everywhere, the rest were fiercely fighting. Amongst all the pandemonium they saw Erza calling for Fairy Tail to retreat.

They could see Lisanna crying as she looked down at Mira, who was holding Master Makarov's unconscious body.

He looked unearthly pale.

Picking up the pace, Natsu and Lucy hurried to where the guild was gathering,

"What the hell happened?" Natsu asked gruffly as they stopped a few meters from them, he felt and heard Lucy's gasp, her hand clutching his tighter as she looked at the old man lying in Mira's hold.

"We need to get back to the Guild, he needs medical attention fast!" Mira shouted, focusing on the man in her arms.

Someone opened a portal, and everyone started rushing through it, taking their fallen Nakama with them, leaving Phantom Lord behind.

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brodiesato · 1 year

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“FUCKED UP LIKE A ROCKSTAR, DANCIN' ON A COP CAR, NO ONE IN THE WORLD CAN SAVE ME NOW”

INTRODUCING…

NAME: Brodie DeMarco Sato

GENDER & PREFERRED PRONOUNS: Cis Man {He/Him}

AGE: 31

BIRTHDAY: November 23, 1991

ZODIAC: Sagittarius Sun, Capricorn Rising, Gemini Moon

SEXUALITY & ROMANCE: Heterosexual

FACE CLAIM: Darren Barnet

OCCUPATION: Mechanic/Drug Dealer

HOMETOWN: Denver, CO

CURRENT RESIDENCY: Downtown, Cape May, NJ

CHARACTER PLAYLIST: HERE.

UP NEXT: “BY THE WAY” BY THE RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS

BIOGRAPHY: TW DRUG/ALCOHOL USE, DEATH, FIRE, VEHICLE ACCIDENT

Brodie was a very sensitive yet outgoing kid. His sensitivity wasn't geared in physical pain, but more-so in the ways that made him stand up to the bullies on the playground who picked on the more introverted kids. It was because of this, that he was seen as a leader at the mere age of 4 and also earned him his best friend, Elliot.

As he grew, his teachers and peers favored him for his golden heart and puppy dog smile. His popularity skyrocketed, but he had his mom and dad to thank for the blueprint of his personality. His father, Kenji Sato, was the textbook definition of chivalry and had a very go-getter viewpoint of the world with a good head on his shoulders. His mother, Emily Sato, was always putting others first, walked as if sunshine was beneath her feet, and could make even the coldest of hearts crack a smile. Between his father and mother, Brodie was the golden boy in town. What else would one expect from the county's fire chief and nurse practitioner's boy?

Though he lost his father to a fire when he was only 7, Brodie was forced to grow up as he watched his mother slowly fall apart. At first, she just laid on the couch and stared at the wall for what felt like months on end; Brodie then becoming the caretaker until she was able to go to work. It was strange watching her grieving process change from not wanting to move, to then being nonstop. It felt almost close to normal, that was until she brought home a baby from the hospital. In the blink of an eye, Brodie became a master of many hats; not only stepping up to not let his mom down, but also trying to be the best older brother he could be for the new addition to the Sato family. They were a little broken, but they made it work. And by 'they' I mean Brodie. When Harper needed help on a school project, he was there. When Harper skinned her knee, he was there. Brodie was the constant that showed up when their mother's busy nurse schedule kept her at bay. When the world checked out, Brodie was always there to make sure Harper wasn't alone.

If it wasn't his teammates, then it was Elliot who attempted to get Brodie to live a little. Always doing the right thing and being everyone's walking conscious was tiring after all, but Brodie hadn't strayed from the straight and narrow. Even with the shelved grief and the need to be a good role model and caretaker for Harper, Brodie never stepped out of line. That was, until the senior year homecoming game. Being the captain of the hockey team, it only made sense that he had friends in other sport teams. It was serendipitous that the football team practically paired off with the hockey team in the realm of friendships; the quarterback happening to be none other than Elliot. When they won, the party seemed to get a little out of control. Brodie drank for the first time, but didn't necessarily know when to stop. At least he wasn't as fucked up as his best friend was.

Brodie still plays it back in his head. How he laughed when Elliot mentioned going on the quad together. How Elliot managed to sway him and put the only helmet on him so he can drive. How Elliot's last words were that it was going to be alright, right before they crashed head-on into a tree.

Ultimately, it was just more grief and now guilt that she shelved, but he started to crack. By the time he was in UPenn for his undergrad, Brodie was always high or drunk. He lost his love for hockey, over-trained his body when he barely ate. He became a drug dealer when he dropped out of college, owing someone and then falling into the scheme to pay them back for all the drugs he just 'put on his tab.' He was able to pay the person off, but the money and easy access was too hard to not pass up.

Brodie was able to gather up the strength to get clean.... once.... twice... The relapses hit so hard, he almost gave up before he got into a trade school and became a mechanic. Now living in Cape May, Brodie is trying to navigate being on a tightrope of sobriety under the radar.

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Brodie is self-destructive. It's a cry for help, but he doesn't want to take the necessary steps on getting help. He's overly cocky, but it's for show. He's used to wearing a mask, seeing that he's been wearing a strong one since he was 7 years of age. Brodie is comical, though he has a tendency of cracking jokes at the wrong time. Fun-loving and a bit of a himbo, the Sato male genuinely is benevolent despite the melancholy hold on his brain. He's protective of those he cares about, though it can be over-bearing. Brodie is dauntless to the degree of craving danger; He loves to drag race in the early AMs of the night life and is actually known for this amongst a specific population of night owls. He tries to keep people at an arm's length because he's petrified of losing people, and tends to hideaway from time to time if it becomes too overwhelming. He loves his coffee black, and though he may seem dull-minded he's actually very street smart. When someone needs help out of a situation, he's a great therapist friend but cannot figure out his own problems. He's just a goofy mess, guys (who really likes women and video games).

PERSONALITY:

+ Easy-Going, Protective, and Charismatic

- Astute, Non-Committal, and Careless

#cape.intro #tw vehicle accident #tw fire #tw death #tw drug and alcohol

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