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I feel like I’m bothering you 😂 but I definitely need some Goku x Reader 🍋/smut !

im always a slut for goku smut uwu ♥ of course im gonna indulge the handsome carrot man

Pairing: Goku x Female Reader ( Requested By @bea-winchester ) Rating: M / 18+. MINORS DNI Warning: ( explicit language, fluff, ambiguous established relationship, outdoor sex, half-clothed ) A/N: listen listen listen...I know what it seems like 👀 but technically they are all alone and technically on his own farming property. It doesn't count!

"Goku wait!"

The saiyan clutched his hands back and froze as you cried out, turning to look your way when you suddenly grasped his wrists away from the food you brought him. "What's wrong, (Y/n)? Why can't I eat it yet?" He asks. How quickly you stopped him both surprised him and left a discouraging pout on his face being denied the food he had been waiting for all afternoon.

"Your hands are all dirty." You pointed out, showing the clumps of dirt in his nails and dusty marks around his fingers from tending to the field of vegetables. There was no denying he didn't work diligently today with such healthy-looking crops and even dirtier hands to show for it. "You don't wanna be eating the dirt, too. Here, hold still just a bit longer." You instruct, taking your water bottle in one hand and using your teeth to pop it open, proceeding to pour the cool water into his palms and across his knuckles. You then used one of the cloth napkins you brought to wipe away the dirt smudges and leftover water from his rough hands. Even trying to dig the dirt out from his blunt nails.

As he watched, Goku felt a little guilty that you used your drinking water to clean him up. You must have done so much already for him today: making all this food, packing it all up and bringing it out to the fields by yourself for him so he can get a bite to eat on a quick break, and then laying out a large blanket to spread out all the food for him. And now this. You're always looking out for him like this, it seems. 'We're supposed to take care of each other' you remind him every chance you get, yet it feels like all these little things you do were more than anything he's done for you. Except for maybe saving the Earth, and the universe, all those times he stepped up. He hoped he wasn't being a burden on you when it came to things like this, but just like now you just decisively jump at the chance to help him. Goku doesn't have a specific way of showing how much he loves you like you do, he just believes you already know. But he kinda wishes he did now.

His eyes lifted from your meticulous scrubbing of his hands to the focused stare on your face, how determined you were to not leave a single bit of dirt behind. You looked like you didn't even care about wasting your water, just that his hands were dirt-free and safe to eat with. With a wooed smile on his face, he can't help but think how hopeless he would be if you didn't take care of him like this so well, love him as honestly and deeply as you do. He doesn't want to give life to the thoughts of what a mess he would be without you here with him, nor the glimpses of what that was like while he was in Other World or away training for so long. How quickly he grew to miss you and filled his mind with thoughts of you to help the time fly by. He's gotten a mouthful from others about being more responsible for himself to realize just how much he relied on your considerate and loving little acts. Maybe he can show you how much he loves you.

With a satisfied smile of your own, you patted his cleaned hands and gestured to the spread of food. "Alright, s'all yours. Have at it!" You beamed at him and his chest swelled with joy.

"Thanks, (Y/n)." Goku happily showed his gratitude with his smile. Instead of diving into the food as expected, his hands cup your face pulling you into a romantic kiss. You could have foreseen maybe a small peck on your cheek before he eagerly went in for the food but this was a much nicer show of gratitude. The way his sensual touch lingered on your lips and how he pulled your body closer to his own to lead you to lay on your back further surprised you. He switched so suddenly from wanting to eat it was a little startling, but not unwelcomed. Your pleasant voice vibrating against his lips and legs finding each side of his hips in return for his affection contradicted your hands edging his face from yours to allow yourself to speak.

"Goku, Wh—What about your food?" You asked with a fragile moan, succumbing to his lips once again as he kissed your cheek and trailed down your jaw to your neck. "You wanna do this now?" And here of all places!

"It's not goin' anywhere." He answers in a heated tone, burying his face down the opening of your shirt to kiss at your exposed cleavage. Once your hands in his hair give him permission to continue, he eagerly loosens the scarf at his neck and shakes off his jacket, then pulls at your top as well. Stretching the fabric close to its limit to expose more of your warm cleavage to kiss into.

A thought crosses your mind, instantly dispelling the worked-up enchantment on you as a more dreadful sensation bursts in your chest. "A-Are you?" You inquired with a more concerned voice, hands forcefully pushing against him to try to scoot yourself from beneath him. "Is that why you're suddenly like this? Are you planning on leaving again?"

Goku holds himself up over you with a bright-eyed blink, finding your eyes firmly searching him for signs of truth to your words. No such thing was happening, not to his knowledge anyway. Though your history together would lead you to worry about that, he realizes. His current actions align almost perfectly with the last time he had you beneath him, over seven years ago. "I'm not goin' anywhere either, (Y/n)." Ending his words with a reassuring smile and his large hand stroking your cheek. "I promise." The Saiyan sits back on his heels and rubs at the back of his neck somewhat ashamed at coming on you so hard like that. "Sorry... I felt lucky to have someone as great as you are, is all. Caring about me the way you do. I didn't mean to get carried away, just wanted thanking you for all you do for me to be a bit special." He tittered with a flush of pink in his cheeks.

Oh, Goku.

And it has been some time since the last you were alone like this to express that side of your bond to each other. Now you felt just as embarrassed for worrying like that. But it gave light to some things you never really got to address between you, unsettled, painful feelings and a lot of words left unsaid in favor of the here and now where everything was normal again. Certainly you could just... savor his sincere truth and allow this "normal" reality to go on for a little longer.

You sit yourself up enough to lean forward and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your face into his exposed neck. "No...I'm sorry." Drawing yourself closer, you lifted your lips to his ear and softly urged him. "I want you to, Goku. Please?" A trail of your sultry kisses planted across his cheek to his lips. "Please..."

A request like that couldn't be ignored, and of course he wasn't going to deny you satisfaction if he wanted it, too. Goku leans contentedly into your embrace as you pulled him back on top of you, deepening your kiss with his weight pressing down on you. He continued from where he left off, only this time shoving your top to your chin to expose your breasts to the elements around you. Both his hands filled with each cup and kneaded the supple skin against his rough palms.

Goku wasted no time inciting pleasure through your entire body starting with your breasts. It didn't take long before his mouth tended to each erect nipple. He consciously tugged one between his lips the more you writhed then did the same to the other to undo you more. He relished the sound of your voice breaking through your restraint to keep it inside. Even out like this, you were all alone. Nothing but the trees, the grass, and the sun to hear your whines. No need to keep quiet.

You felt some relief from the heat inside you when he lifted from your chest and pulled your bottoms down to your knees only to push your legs to your chest and lick at your freshly wet and exposed slit. He wetted you up further using his tongue to teasingly curls around your clit and spread what leaked out from you with more earnest laps between your folds, finally getting that shameless moan from you as you arched your spine. You tried your best not to pull too much on the blanket beneath you lest you knock over the assortment of food beside you, grasping for whatever sturdy thing your hand could find that would allow you to move your hips against his mouth for more.

Before you knew it, your half-dressed legs were draped over his shoulder and his freed cock sank into you making your breath hitch, pushing through the eager flutter of your inner walls already squeezing around him. You're tighter than he remembers, but it's so good—Goku wraps a bare arm around your legs to secure them against his chest and shoulder while his other hand lifted your hips just enough to better accept his size. These slow rolls of his hips met with the impatient jerk of your own wasn't good for your adjustment, but you were so ready to feel your heat burst around him. His name leaving your lips with such urgency collapsed his restraint, the saiyan leaning forward into you and thrusting his hips against your needy pace.

Goku licks his lips as your body starts to bounce off his own with more vigorous thrusts, watching the way your breasts spring from the momentum. His hand pulls you into each jerk of his own hips making you tremble at how easy his cock knocked at your deepest part. He lets go of you just long enough to make quick work of one of your shoes so he could slide one of your legs free from your bottoms, taking in the beautiful sight of you from your gaping, gasping mouth down to where your body swallowed his cock with your legs spread apart.

You couldn't have been more exposed to your surroundings, but it only further excited you with him. The enthusiasm behind his hips pounding into yours carried your voice across the fields surrounding you, Goku's own heated moans tailing yours in volume. He eventually crawls forward to lie on top of you and holds you so close, burying his face into your neck and leaving you breathless with his uneven thrusts.

"I-I love you so much, (Y/n)." He panted against your skin. With a grateful smile, you secure your arms around him in return, your fingers gripping at his black tank top and spread legs rocking around him.

270 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

Heya my friendo. I can't help myself. I'm thirsty for Goku ss4. Remember that one particular tiktok post "I'll let you have sex with me".... That's the one. What do you think? Can I have a oneshot based on that?

Love your works❤️

I'm not good on requests, sorry if I messed 😅

this should have been the easiest and quickest fic to write, all the parts were there but nope, goku muse had to run wild and do whatever he wanted now it’s days later and 5k words long. but it was worth it for you friendo! hope you enjoy that I made it extra special for our beautiful furry himbo♥

Pairing: Goku (SS4) x Female Reader ( Requested by @blue-wristbands ) Insp. Word Count: 5,600 Rating: Mature / 18+. Minors DNI Warning: ( canon divergent: end of z - end of gt timeline, established relationship, reader is mother of Gohan and Goten, implied RadChi, domestic fluff, explicit language, play wrestling, birthday sex, rough oral - male receiving, oral - female receiving ) A/N: Happy Birthday Goku! (4/16).

original image posted by megaman2

Goku's training with Vegeta in the hyperbolic time chamber helped to blossom the Super Saiyan 4 form, even awakening a new height of awareness within himself that came with fulfilling true control of his inner Great Ape power. Bridging the gap between the primal inner beast and the revered Super Saiyan of legend, and bringing in an era of peace for the world they live with its unmatched strength.

While the thought of one day wielding this form to its true potential excited him, Goku honestly relished these peaceful times more which allows him the opportunity to become accustomed to this ascended nature before running wild, a chance he rarely gets since obtaining Super Saiyan 3. Rest was just as important in training, however. He almost felt out of place being home so much and sitting still for so long, but being with you and your family together does well to change his mind. He is once again able to enjoy his simple pleasures and just be a father, a grandfather, and a husband. The latter most of all.

Above all that he enjoyed in this restful period was this acquired fixation on you, perhaps guided by his new perceptive saiyan ability and frankly the way you welcomed him home when he returned from his training as a Super Saiyan 4. Your reunion evoked pleasure so raw it made his blood run hot and put all his prior years of making love to you to shame.

You have been apart before, longer than a day or even a whole year, but he can't quite put a reason behind this desire to indulge your body beyond simply loving you as he always had from a new perspective. Even tempted by the modest of actions on your part following your encounter. Goku just found himself genuinely drawn to you more than ever. His affection for you had become noticeably more frequent, not that you complained about your husband being so attentive towards you. It was quite the selfish act on his part, the saiyan trying to hold onto the lucid memory of being wrapped around you with gentle touches to your cheek and brushes of his tail at your waist. Longing for the shrouded side of you reserved only for him and now his awakened state. He lingers on the taste of your kiss that made his heart start to race where he felt the most relaxed under your hands. The aroma of your skin, in your aura, compelling him to leave no space in between you. Until he could only utter your name. Beseeching you for the hot pleasure spilling over from his body and fogging his mind to the world, leaving you as the clearest visage he could fathom.

But at that time, he recalls, you both had to force it down and quickly hide it away.

Goku could feel his Great Ape power heating in his veins with anticipation, hiding his incomplete satisfaction in the decorum of your youngest son’s presence when he finally came home, Goten awed by the new powerful form of his father. Goku could mask his frustration, but you couldn’t. Not after he undone your composure to bare impulse and left his heat inside you. Despite your best efforts, your face was flushed and body engulfed in the same crimson aura as your husband to the trained eye. Goten was many things, but he wasn’t a fool. The entire living room smelled of his dad’s trained form and it was all over you, too. The young adult didn’t have to know what the aura meant to guess what went on before he got home, just relieved that his parents were able to make themselves decent before he came in. Shocked you guys even still do that.

But Goku’s anticipation for you continued, the red saiyan’s hidden frustrations growing further impatient into the night having to wait to have you again. Waiting until the darkest period of night rolled around, waiting for your son to put his phone down long enough to fill his room with snores of a deep slumber.

And it felt endless, the pleasure you and Goku drew out from each other once again. There was so much of his beastly scent wrapped up around you still, and leftovers of his powerful ki absorbed in you. Your initial taste and recovery from his invasive, primal ki was for not as it found you again. Wearing his very desires like a veil. How could one tell where you ended and he began when you were tangled around each other throughout the night like that? You were exhausted by the time the sun rose. An understatement really, you exerted yourself with energy you didn’t know you had to keep up with him. But while the lustful energy did fade, it felt like days before his scent dispersed. A long bath and heavily scented soaps and oils could remove him from your skin, but he could still pick up his scent on you coming through much more than any of your perfumes.

Once it wanes and your natural scent starts to pierce through, however, Goku came to learn that's when he has to have you the most. Not even his base form could keep away the urge to “fix” your scent again. Despite not being transformed into a super saiyan 4 at all now, Goku could feel inklings of that whispering need filling his senses again and it truthfully lead to the affectionate gestures he was displaying with you now. Behind his bright eyes, there was a restlessness in the form of a beast climbing its way to the surface, seeking you to pacify it. When it did take hold, when he slowly slipped into its call, he became acutely aware of your presence around him more than ever.

Even now, when you believe you have him caught off guard and quietly prowling on your toes toward him. He feels your energy, his nostrils flare at your scent, and the tip of his tail coils with contentment and alertness. But he plays along, today was a special occasion and he knew whatever you were bringing his way was going to work in his favor. You were alone again. He surrenders to your "surprise attack" as the oblivious prey when you dive into his back and wrap your arms around him to drag him from the bed. It was an ungraceful tumble taking the blankets with you, but you both shared a cheery laugh where you fell onto the floor. You roughly messed his wild hair and sit upon his partially covered torso pinning one of his hands down.

"What's this? You're getting a little past your prime, ‘old man!’ If I can take you down that easy, this house is going to have a new martial arts champion."

"Yeah right. More like the champion of cheap shots!" The Saiyan sparks another laugh, taking your wrist in his free hand in spite of your playful swatting as he shook his other arm free from you.

It's then you find yourself at a true disadvantage when the long tail whipped around one of your wrists and held it back, allowing Goku enough time to adjust himself beneath you and lead with a pounce of his own. With his arm around your waist to carry you, you are rolled over and quickly find yourself on your back beneath him. Your legs are all tangled with his and both your hands are fighting for control with your fingers now interlocked with his. Furthering your downfall was just your inability to stop from laughing at each other. By no means would a saiyan be struggling against a human, there was just so much fun in your lively efforts he had to give you a chance for your best. Testing your vigor was necessary.

"That all ya got?"

"As if I'd show you all my tricks!" You taunted, sliding your legs free and throwing yourself up, using your momentum to roll him back over, however finding yourself right back on your back. Both your hands are pinned flat against the ground and your legs helplessly spread on each side of his body with his weight bearing down on you. Goku lets out a smug snort as he smirks knowingly at you, taunting you with his tail swaying back and forth above you both. You attempt to push back again but your strongest effort got you nowhere, not even a wiggle. With a sigh and a conceding, softer laugh you roll your eyes at him.

“Fine. I’ll let you win this time since it’s your birthday.” You lift your head up enough to nuzzle your nose against his, wrapping your legs loosely around his hips. “I won’t go so easy on ya next time.”

Goku grins from your affection. “Suits me just fine. I’ll take you on any time.” His nostrils faintly flare and his hands squeeze yours slightly at the scent of you so close, your true scent filling his nose.

“Did you think about what you wanted?” Your voice reeled him back from his shift in focus and he blinks a few times thoughtfully.

You presented him with the task of thinking about what he’d like for his Birthday for a change and it has kept his thoughts preoccupied the last few days alongside those...urges. Hardly ever is the saiyan presented with a simple question about his own desires that couldn't immediately be solved by an equally simple answer, only this time you wouldn't take a "same ol, same ol'" as a satisfying response. If only you would just let him ask for a banquet of food or to allow him to go train in Other World and be done with it.

How could he decide anything with your scent still flooding his nose and your body embracing him right now, practically bound beneath him. Building up that primal energy throughout his body. His dark eyes pan your face, stopping on your lips. He does at least want those. One of your hands is released when he pulls it back to trace his thumb along your lower lip. Rather than answering you right away, Goku leans down and places a slow, tender kiss to your lips. Just enough to feel their warmth on his, not letting the contact linger too long as he lifts away with a deep inhale through his nose. He closes his eyes to let the sensation wash over him, looking down into yours when he reopens them.

Your eyes flutter back open, watching him for his next move. "...Is that all you want?" You softly encourage for more with a bite of your lip. You can’t help but notice the way the lump in his throat bobbed and how his lips parted slightly as if to speak only for wordless sighs to fall out instead. The way his hold was clinging to your pinned hand affirmed your suspicions.

You lean up slightly towards him, tilting your head to offer your lips again and Goku leans in to meet you with a hard kiss. His chest brushes down onto you and his hips press into you, each slight break in your kiss coming back deeper. Parting your mouth wider where your tongue touched his lip and you rolled your own body against him, tightening your legs around his waist. You felt so good to him, your tongue on his tasted even better than the last time. His entire body pulsed with energy, heating up over you and he suddenly snaps back from your kiss with a shudder of a breath. You look up in time to see the yellow color fill the irises of his eyes and the flash of red around his eyelids when another pulse waves across his form. Goku’s chest felt like it was expanding with each husky breath he gave over you. You’re right where he wants you to be, but no good would come from being overexcited about this. He attempted to pull himself back just enough to compose his control but your free hand strokes his cheek, stilling his breath as he looks down at you.

“Change.” You breathlessly coax him. “It’s okay... If you want to be in that form, I’ll let you have sex with me.” You end your words with another bite on your lip and a kittenish smile. You’re far from intimidated by that red-furred transformation despite the number it did on you, but it left quite the impression on your own temptation. Maybe you're more excited by the idea of your words than he was. The closeness you felt with him as a super saiyan 4 sort of refreshed your desires for him, reigniting that old spark that pulled you to him in the first place. And there was no denying how roguishly handsome he was in that form.

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272 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

Since it appears as if you are taking requests, could I please have Broly with a human!reader who sees him in his Legendary Super Saiyan form, only to try to calm him and assure him that they're not scared of him? Please??

you come into my house and choose violence against my heart. I respect that ♥ this probably turned out waaaayyy more dramatic than you must have meant but it's what came to me with this concept. may years of watching lnukaq not let me down! now i can't stop thinking about how broly and inuyasha are alike, like they both basically had subjugation necklaces, temper tantrums, and had one being from their past they cherished until a bad thing traumatized them. I have not known a night of peace since putting that together.

Pairing: Broly (DBS) x Female Human Reader Rating: E ( everyone ) Warning: ( canon-typical violence, established relationship )

The howl that filled the skies caused the lands to quiver below, everything in the surrounding area darkened in contrast to the presence of gold and green power rising over the horizon in a pillar of light. The explosive force erratically tore up the crust of the Earth and knocked you off your balance as it crumbled under your feet, unable to withstand the shockwaves of a stray blast burrowing down and making the ground less stable. You quickly moved from the area, abandoning your car before the ground swallowed you up with it, doing your best to dodge the others falling randomly around you.

The blasts look so familiar and the thought unsettled you to the suspected origins. The Earth had enough fighters capable of this sort of destruction, but none that would actively do so these days. Aside from the God of Destruction himself, there was only one other who carried a power this overwhelming and frightening. Your heart raced as you ran towards the pillar of light, the image alone filling your mind with the worst possible situations the further away it felt with the ground crumbling around you even from here, making your trek more tedious and your heart more anxious. The light vanishes, but the darkness of the surroundings remains. It felt too quiet now, only as you drew closer to the would-be battlefield did the chaotic sounds of a harsh conflict start to find you with flashes of the golden-green and blue guiding you in the right direction. Another frenzied howl echoed across the sky and sent a shiver down your spine when you recognized the voice.

Goku and Broly never trained on Earth before. You don't really know what prompted them to do so today, but even an innocent idea like that couldn't have led to this outcome. You would imagine they would be more careful, but somehow you knew something went very wrong this time. You knew Broly was the one behind this.

You were able to look up in time to catch glimpses of your other warrior friends closing in on the area as well. They flew by without noticing you below and that made you more afraid.

What were they going to do to him? What if they hurt him? All the time he spent with you felt like it was disappearing in your worries, driving you to keep moving in closer, faster. Even in the worst-case scenario your brain could conjure up, you wouldn't let anyone bring him harm. Surely this situation couldn't be intentional, not for the Broly you had gotten to know. All you could do was think of him, worry for him, hoping to get to him in time to help somehow. Whatever a simple human like yourself could do against a power like this, the smart thing to do was to leave this to the others but your heart won't let you. You would only feel more awful for not trying to do something.

It felt like you had been climbing over the debris forever before you could finally see what became of the battlefield. Your eyes could barely track the bodies of light zipping around above, the speed at which the more white and golds were knocked away where the golden-green and blues seemed to run circles around each other until the others returned was inhuman. It appeared they were all trying to overpower him, earthlings, super saiyans, and namekian alike, and they were failing at every turn. As your eyes tried to follow, your feet slowly carried you onward before picking up into a run to become visible. It was then you felt both your arms grabbed and tugged back, forcibly being held back from approaching any further. You look at each side finding the youngest super saiyans Trunks and Goten pulling on each of your arms, informing you of Piccolo and Goku's orders to remove you from this place as it had become too dangerous for even them.

You immediately struggled, attempting to pull yourself free from them and insisting on staying. You were not leaving until you got to talk to Broly about this. It was then a heavy green light warped over everything as far as your eyes could see, condensing into a single ball of energy where Broly hovered in the sky and both boys started to panic at the way the larger saiyan aimed it towards his current downed target, Gohan.

"Broly, stop!" You cried out at the top of your lungs, your voice carried up into the sky. Everyone stilled, even Broly. He peered down over his shoulder where you stood with the two younger saiyans and a low growl rumbled in his throat before he dashed down with the ki blast in hand, ready to fire. Vegeta donning his Super Saiyan Blue attempted to intervene only to be cast off by the awaiting blast, and Goten and Trunks started to pull on you with more force, lifting you from the ground against your will. The powerful momentum of Broly's landing blew you all back however, knocking you all to the ground with the two boys cushioning your fall. You recover quick enough to take in the menacing sight before you, feeling the heat of his power resonating through the distance between you.

It was a shocking display, leaving you stunned in your observation. The imposing size of this man seemed to tower you even with such a gap between you and the angry expression of vacant white eyes was just as terrifying. All bathed in a glow of the golden-green flame around him. "What...happened to you...?" Your voiceless words left your quivering lips. This couldn't be Broly, but your eyes could not deny the prominent scars across his exposed torso nor the distinguishing pelt still tied around his waist. And the scream he let out to the skies with his power building up once again, vibrating the ground until it shattered beneath his feet and the shockwaves darting around you causing you cry out with fear. You tried to shield your face from the increased heat and pressure pushing against you.

You couldn't see what his next move would have been, but you look up in time finding the Blue Goku holding back Broly's large fist and the ground beneath shaking again under their opposing might. Piccolo quickly snatches you by your arm to remove you but is ultimately knocked away by a flung Goku and the two clear a bit of distance. Leaving you standing alone in the wake of the Legendary Super Saiyan. His footsteps rattle the ground as he moved in towards you, heaving with vigor to continue fighting. It appeared to just be you and him until Goten and Trunks jumped in for a final time, both of their powerful fists simultaneously colliding with Broly's face, and yet he did not flinch an inch at their combined effort. He quickly swatted them both with a single swing of his arm, sending them flying off.

"Broly!" You call out to him, his menacing leer snapping back to you with the same savage look he gave the others and you stepped back a little. "I-It's me. It's (y/n)!... Don't you recognize me?" Pushing through all instincts to run away, you tried to calm your breathing and clenched your fists. You forced a smile through your terror and took a step closer to him, stopped only by the sudden growl. "Hey, it's me." You announced more calmly, taking another step closer. "Y-you must be so afraid right now. It's okay." As you raised a cautious hand out to him, you see him bare his teeth. His own fists clench and he expels more power knocking you off your feet and sending you rolling across the ground. The heat of it was unbearable. But you find a means to climb back up to your feet. Catching your breath, you start to walk toward him again.

"I'm not leaving you!" You shout over to him. "I'm...I'm not afraid!" For whatever holding his attention would mean for you, you can't stop trying for him. Behind this monstrous power was someone you cherished tremendously and you couldn't fathom not trying to help him through this with your own strength. "I'm here, Broly! I'm here for you. It's okay." You can't make out the movement of his eyes, but the way his head tilted down as he watched you gave you hope. "Remember, please. This doesn't control you." Finding yourself once again close enough, you lift your hand more slowly reaching out to him. Broly in his rigid posture lifts a foot, taking a step back. The seething look on his face started to recede and the tension of his clenched jaw gave way.

"S-Stay!" The guttural sound of his voice warned you, then pleaded back to you. "Stay...back!" He retreated in a few more steps, but you pursued forward. The fighters around you are astonished by the display, keeping their distance to watch but close enough to jump in to save you if needed. Yet it didn't seem like Broly wanted to hurt you. He's responding to you and he's backing down, something they couldn't get him to do before everything got out of hand.

"I won't." You stated. "Not until... I know you're okay."

Broly's heavy breath hitched with surprise at you. His fists shook in their tight clench before he relaxed his hands. His head lowers, filling his hands with his own hair and face, gripping his head as he growled with pain. His aura fluctuated between sharp and erratic beats and smoother flowing pulses before he shook the earth for a final time dropping to his knees and doubling over. Through the overwhelming power trying to maintain a hold over the reigns of his body, he forces it down with his willpower. To his aid, he feels himself being embraced. Your arms wrapped around his head and pulled into your trembling body. "You can do it, Broly. I know you can." Your sobs fell to his ears as you pressed your face into the wild golden hair. A comforting warmth bloomed in his chest making his heart skip. The power withdrew.

With a deep sigh, his tense muscles relaxed and he seemed to shrink down in your hold to normal size. His hands slipped free of you and collapsed to the ground as he pressed his face alone into your hold. His hair fell back into its natural dark pattern which you quickly took notice of. You pull back a little to see his tired dark eyes looking back up at you. A relieved smile fills your teary face and you fall to your knees as well, pulling his head over your shoulder to embrace him tighter.

"I was so worried for you."

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APRIL 16, IT’S A NATIONAL FUCKING HOLIDAY

442 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Thank you for writing for the dbz fandom 😍 there is never enough content for them. I also so that requests are open, may I make one? May I request headconons of some of the dbz characters (I don't know who to pick because I like them all ☺ or your choice) that pine for the reader or have a huge crush on the reader who is oblivious?

I'm happy to be here for it! Very true, there is never enough!

Thank you for the request! I'll do my personal top 3 for this one, then. ♥ But feel free to ask again if you come up with someone specific you want from the listed characters I write for.

Crushing/Pining Character(s) x Oblivious Female Reader Pairing: Goku x Reader | Broly (DBS) x Reader | Vegito x Reader Rating: T Warning: ( slightly suggestive )

Goku -

In Goku's defense, he probably was pretty open about liking you with a display of confidence and his charming smile lingering on every word. But the issue is he more than likely confessed to having feelings for you as he would openly admit to liking anything.

So it's not completely your fault his specific brand of attention and friendliness to you feels like he's just being his natural self. You don't read too much into him putting his arm over your shoulder, offering to help you with chores he hates to do, sharing a bed if he sleeps over sometimes, and especially how often he compliments your cooking. He does those things with his other friends, too.

You just happen to miss the way his eyes warm when he stares at you and how often he actually holds your hand.

You guys could share a bath in a hot spring together and it feels like the most casual thing you could do. You settle in your clingy towel and let the heated waters relax you and it's literally the first time you looked vulnerable to him.

He feels strange about it, his whole body does, tensing up when he should be in the same relaxed state as you by now. So Goku opts to move away from you, releasing your held hand and prompting you to catch him by the towel before he got away to question where he was going.

He doesn't really have an answer to that and it would be rude to straight-up say he needs to get away from you. You standing up in your wet towel and folding your arms under your chest putting your cleavage on display didn't help.

You were always cute to him but this was different! Now his heart is racing and he can feel a change in his body. Maybe it's okay he feels that way if he said he liked you before? Goku finds a means to fumble through his explanation of how being in the water with you like this makes him feel different, hopeful you could help him feel less weird.

You nod, understanding, then proceed to point to the other hot spring pool. Clearly, the water in this one is off and messing with him, you suggest moving to the other one for a better experience.

How does it feel to out-Goku Goku?

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shallowseeker · 2 years

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Everyone needs giftwrap, Cas

Little interlude-slash-setup for the overarching fic idea for - "And he wore SLIPPERS, Sam!" - a Dean embarrasses Jack fic

NOTE: The post office lady is named Marta, but I actually prefer her script name, Darlene. So you can overlook that if you like accuracy.

On Tuesday, Dean's fill-in trip to the Lebanon post office takes an unusual turn.

Darlene, usually thrilled to chat (and flirt) with Dean, looks troubled. She fiddles with her granny glasses and plays with her hair so hard that she unwinds a few strands from her tight, brunette bun.

"Hey, Darlene! Long time no see. How's that grandson Thomas of yours doin'? Still smokin' everyone on the 400 yard dash?"

"Oh, Dean," she says with forced enthusiasm. "Filling in for Sam this week?"

"Yup! Sam's out of town, so. Here I am!" He makes a little ta-dah! pose, hoping to lift her spirits. While she tends to harbor an irrational disdain for Sam, Dean can keep her on a baited hook with nothin' more than a wink, smile, and a few well-placed hand squeezes.

Guess it's not a coquettish kinda Tuesday for Darlene.

She smiles weakly as he ducks over and checks their P.O. box. Taking their few envelopes in hand and stuffing them in his jacket pocket, and gives her a jaunty wave before heading for the door. "Dean, wait," she calls, shifting uneasily.

That sounds weird. Bad weird.

"I, uh, not to be stepping in your business, but you're Jack's dad, right? Jack Kline?"

Instantly, Dean's on high alert. Darlene shouldn't know that name.

His mind races from scenario to scenario--from mind control, bewitchment, to shifter doppelganger switcheroos. He's got a blade on his ankle, and of course, Cas is in the car if it goes to real shit.

Dean doesn't answer her question.

"How d'you know Jack?"

She pulls out her phone and stabs at it, old-lady style in that way that Sam hate, like she doesn't know that pressing the screen harder won't make it go faster.

"I, uh, I've taken to secretly monitoring my grandson's Instagram," she explains. "There's a video."

Oh, Dean's got a bad feeling about this.

Darlene rounds the counter and shuffles over to where Dean's hovering just in front of the glass front doors.

"I think it's your Jack."

She shoves her phone in Dean's face, and he has no choice but to take it. It's a shaky video of a large group of raggedy-looking young people laughing together. Not to judge, but they look like a rough crowd (and Dean's technically from a rough crowd himself).

Dean spies beer bottles, cigarettes, and iphones waving in the air. But what's most concerning is, in between shaky blurs of trees and rocks, Dean makes out what looks like the edge of a cliff.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

The kids are egging each other on, to jump off the damn Lion King rock.

For crying out loud. First it's Tide Pods. Now, kids are jumping off cliffs to get social media views.

There's one blonde dumbass who blindfolds himself and does a backflip off the ledge.

Oh, shit.

That's Jack.

Dean's heart seizes up and Darlene tuts as she sees the look of recognition seep into his eyes.

"I thought so," she says sadly. "Did you know this is a rough crowd?"

It looks it.

"I heard my grandson and his friend Bea talking about it, too. Jack was okay, but I don't like how they keep goading him to do dangerous things. It's something of a past-time for the group."

What? What group?

Dean tries to make his brain work.

Number one, it's not hygienic. Dean is pretty sure this particular waterhole had been tagged as a SuperFund in the late 70s. (They'll be lucky if Jack doesn't sprout horns or mutant toe webbing in the next several days.)

Number two, Jack is practically human now, and doing a backflip off a cliff for a gaggle of teenaged dumbasses is just about the dumbest thing he could do.

The only stupider thing is point number three, which is recording said jump for the whole civilian and Supernatural world to see on the god-damned internet.

Jack knows he's been hunted since he was born.

Cas could see Sister Jo over a video feed, after all, and so Dean and Sam had made sure to hammer it into his head to never be recorded, must less posted on fucking Instagram.

God, Dean hoped he was human enough for it not to show.

God, please.

"I'm going to kill him," he whispers.

Darlene flutters her lashes at him and pets his elbow closest to her.

"I know how hard parenting can be, especially as a single parent. I've had to discipline my son and my grandson, countless times, just to keep them alive."

Oh, Lady. You don't know the half of it.

Darlene wants to be the December to his May, and in this moment, she's bartering her parenting skills.

Dean slowly tracks his eyes back to the horrifying iPhone video, and then Darlene is grabbing Dean's elbow and moving him out of the way of the door. The little ornament at the top ding-a-lings.

"Oh, goodness me! We're blocking the entrance. Excuse us!"

Dean feels the prickle of awareness before he turns around and meets Cas's concerned frown.

Whelp. There he is. Dean figures he was taking too long, and the thing with Darlene probably looks like a confrontation all the way over from the car.

Dean doesn’t waste a second before shoving Darlene’s iPhone video into Cas’s face.

“Good, you're here. Would you get a load of this shit?”

Dean’s not screeching. He’s really not.

He sounds maybe a little aggressive and maybe a little spun out, but overall, it’s a completely respectable response to seeing your recently powered-down, half-human hybrid foster kid do a backflip off a damn cliff.

I mean, good on Jack for being cool for once (booz, hot chicks, weed, etc.), but Dean draws the line at friggin’ cliff-jumping.

Cas immediately recognizes that it’s Jack in the video. He dislodges the phone from Dean’s grips and hums as he scrubs the timeline back and forth.

And he just keeps right on hm-ing, like he wants to keep 'em in an ungodly amount of suspense. After a beat, Dean bristles some more, “Well?”

He feels Darlene nudge in closer behind him, like she’s not sure what to make of Cas. Dean throws a backwards glance and sees her mouth set in a firm line.

Cas wets his lips and looks up guiltily through his lashes, like he maybe doesn’t think this is as big a deal as Dean does.

“We’re lucky. He’s safe. His nature is hidden, even from digital view.” With that, he pockets Darlene’s phone and makes to exit. “But we should talk with him. Let’s go.”

For her part, Darlene makes a strangled noise and rushes forward. “Wait! That’s my phone!”

Cas blinks, like he’s noticing Darlene for the first time. She puffs out her chest, and the ruffles on her cream-colored blouse flutter in the air conditioning.

On Cas’s impassive gaze, she overreacts. Her eyes trail up and down like she’s sizing him up. “I’ll call the police if you don’t give it back,” she warns.

“Oh?” Cas says, eyes shifting to Dean and back. “Apologies. I thought the phone was one of yours, Dean.”

“W-work phones. I got a lot of em,” Dean murmurs to Darlene under his breath, hoping the flippant explanation makes it sound less…criminal.

“And no, no. Phone belongs to Darlene here. Uh,” he clears his throat. “Darlene Dickerson. Darlene? This is Castiel. Cas? Darlene.”

She still doesn’t look too happy with him, so Dean grapples for better words.

“Cas is a friend. He wouldn’t steal your phone.”

She hmmphs. Peachy. Looks like Darlene is set to hate Cas as much or maybe even more than she hates Sam. After another few moments of stony silence, Dean reaches into Cas’s coat pocket and fishes her phone out. “Jeez, move it along. Here ya go, Darlene. Guy’s got deep pockets, you know? Ehehe.”

It’s not even a good joke.

But it’s something to break up the tension.

Darlene yanks her phone from Dean’s fingers and sneers, eyes trailing over Cas’s raggedy coat.

“Well, he doesn’t look like he has deep pockets,” she coos under her breath, rude.

Oh, she really doesn’t like him.

“Darlene Dickerson,” Cas says, squinting at her like he’s trying to puzzle something out. “I recognize your name.”

“Yeah, she sends us Christmas cards and we sponsor her grandson Thomas in the Fun Run every year,” Dean explains, in a hurry to move this along. “She’s worked here as long as we’ve been here.”

“Ah,” Cas murmurs quietly. “I remember now. I’ve heard Sam complaining about her.” The comment is meant for Dean, but it’s loud enough that Darlene overhears, and her nose wrinkles in displeasure.

At this rate, Cas is going to stay on her bad side forever.

While it’s totally hilarious that she hates Sam, Dean doesn’t really want her to hate Cas. For some reason. He tries to smooth it over.

“Sam didn’t say anything bad about you, Darlene. He was just uhm.”

At this point, Cas seems to clue in to his social faux paus.

“Oh. Of course. Sam didn’t say anything bad,” he fumbles to add, nodding to Darlene. “He’s simply jealous that you like Dean better than him.”

Not bad, Dean thinks. That one’s not even a lie.

Dean paints on his best Prince Charming smile and blasts it at Darlene. “You know Sam,” he chuckles. “He likes attention, but he doesn’t wanna do the bare minimum to get to know lovely ladies such as yourself.”

Darlene slips on a tight smile and throws Cas another wary glance.

“That’s true,” she says to Dean, frowning.

Maybe he'd laid it on a little thick. “I figure Sam puts his head down and barely says hi when he comes in. Sound about right?”

At Dean's estimation, Cas quirks his trademark smile—a crooked, sidewinding thing that usually works pretty decently on women. It seems to help Darlene settle.

“Dean's right. Sam can be very preoccupied, yes. He shouldn’t, because you seem very pleasant to talk with.”

To Dean’s relief, Darlene preens a little bit, hand drifting up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“Well,” she huffs. “I try to be.”

Dean clears his throat and crowds closer to Cas, nudging him with his elbow for effect.

“Darlene here monitors her grandson Thomas’s social media accounts. She’s the one who clued me into the vid I showed you.”

“Oh,” Cas says, exaggerating his surprise like Dean had taught him to do, for politeness’s sake. “We’re very lucky to have you looking out for Jack.”

Darlene smooths a dainty hand down her blouse. Maybe it’s the air conditioning, but Dean notices she’s a little bit cold. Or she needs a better bra. Those nipples could poke somebody's eye out.

“I’m very Instagram-savvy,” she brags. She assesses Cas again, eyes shrewd. “Not to be nosey, Castiel, but you two got quite the resemblance. You and Jack, I mean.”

Oh. Crap. Darlene ain’t got much of a filter.

Before Cas can belt out something that’s entirely weird and entirely too honest about Jack’s origins, Dean beats him to the punch.

“Cas is Jack’s dad-dad,” he explains proudly, like that’ll settle everything.

Darlene’s eyebrows shoot up on her forehead.

“Oh.”

As if Dean’s claim requires proof, Cas scrambles to hold up his own phone and thumbs it to show the lock screen. (It’s a photo of Jack grinning cheekily at the camera.)

“I thought Jack was your son, Dean,” she accuses gently. “That’s what Thomas told me, anyway.”

“It’s a bit of a group project,” Dean coughs, trying to work out a cover story that doesn’t make them sound like a freaky religious cult.

“I’m a friend of the family,” Cas explains, borrowing a phrase from Mary. “Jack and I moved here permanently almost two years ago, but I can’t always be here…due to work.”

“Yeah,” Dean tacks on, “And we give Jack, you know. Stability. Boundaries. Here, I mean. We got a, uh, extended family situation.”

“Lebanon is a nice, quiet place to raise a troubled teen,” Darlene agrees. “Our family’s like that, too. We stick together. You know what they say…”

Cas tilts his head. “No. What do they say?”

Darlene clears her through, like she’s about to deliver Dalai-Lama level wisdom.

“It’s cliché, but it’s true: It takes a village to raise a child properly. Especially with how social media is these days. Kids get up to worse and worse, I swear.”

“I like that. It takes a village,” Cas says softly, like he’s never heard the phrase before. Maybe he hasn't. His eyes glimmer as he looks on Darlene with renewed gratitude.

“So,” Dean coughs, breaking up the moment, “So, could you tell us how to get to that video? We’re gonna need to, you know, do the discipline thing later. I guess.”

Cas holds up his phone, “You could ‘Share the Link’ via text if that’s easier.”

Hell. Dean doesn’t particularly want Darlene to have Cas’s number.

“Well, I’d prefer to send the link to Dean,” she complains with a mischievous smile, fluttering her lashes in a way that reminds Dean of Rowena.

“I can add you to a group chat with Dean and myself,” Cas offers. “For emergencies.”

And he does it before Dean can even stop him.

Dammit, Cas. Dean’s smile has a hard time not transforming itself into a grimace. Thanks for giving my number to the thirstiest GILF-wannabe in Lebanon, I guess.

“Thanks so much,” Darlene gushes, staring at her phone like she’s just won the lottery. She mashes her fingers against her own screen for a minute or two. “And here’s the link. Did you get it, Castiel?”

“I got it.”

“Do you know much about Instagram, Castiel?”

“Actually, I’m not very good with technology. Dean has an account, though. He’ll be able to follow your link.”

Dammit, Cas.

“Oh.” Darlene’s eyes are liquid and large as they flick over to Dean. “So you have an Instagram. Why, I’d love to follow you, Dean.”

“It’s uh,” Dean coughs again. “It’s just a private account. I don’t post anything.” Which, of course he doesn’t. He’s on too many criminal watch lists.

“Well, I’m LittleQueenDarlene57. Feel free to connect. I’m very active in the school PTO and over at Lebanon United Methodist. My spy account is the one I linked you from, though. That one’s top secret.”

She winks.

Dean blinks.

“Wait. You’re not catfishing your grandson, are you?”

Darlene titters. “Oh, I don’t target him. It’s just a sort of character I play to go under the radar with the kids.”

That’s a little disturbing, Dean thinks.

But also kinda. You know.

Genius.

“Don’t be too hard on Jack,” Darlene says now, moving closer to Cas and petting him sympathetically on the arm. “Most boys go through things like this—doing dangerous things to try and impress their friends.”

Cas gives her his little smile again.

“That would be very hypocritical of me.”

Despite how rocky this had started out, Darlene definitely likes Cas now. Dean rolls his eyes. “Okay, Casanova, I think Darlene’s had just about enough of you.”

She hasn’t. She squeezes Cas’s arm.

“Wait, before you go… Would you like to buy something from my grandson’s fundraiser? He’s selling giftwrap for his baseball team.”

“Why would I need—?”

“Everyone needs giftwrap,” she interrupts, striding across the room to her work station. She withdraws a glossy Charleston Wrap catalogue from behind the counter and practically skips back over to Cas.

Cas looks at a complete loss when she plops it into his hands, and the look he gives Dean is the priceless, deer-in-headlights kind.

“Uh. Dean?”

Dean thinks, You brought this on yourself, Buddy.

Darlene goes into full saleswoman mode: “This brand of gift wrap is the best I’ve ever had, to he honest. It folds and creases perfectly, and all of it’s double-sided.”

“I prefer using gift bags,” Cas says neutrally, inching towards the door.

“We can get you that, and there's tissue paper, too! Why, there’s a whole set on page 13,” she trills.

Cas swallows and looks helplessly to Dean again.

“But just so you know, my great niece runs a gift wrap service in November of every year. So, we can go ahead and order you some gift wrap, and then if you get overwhelmed trying to figure out wrapping, you can just drop me a text. Lacy’s hourly rates are very reasonable, and she doesn’t even charge extra for bows. She uses the real nice, wire ribbon, so the bows are to die for!”

“Hear that, Cas?” Dean laughs. “She doesn’t even charge extra for bows.”

It must come out a little too sarcastic, because the look Darlene sends his way is just shy withering.

After a solid five minutes, in which Darlene hardly breaks to take in air, Cas agrees to spend well over $150, and Dean about pees his pants trying not to laugh.

He has to bite his tongue on the prices, because on the one hand, yeah this is highway robbery. On the other, it's criminal money, so they sort of cancel each other out.

Besides, Cas’s terrified face is pure gold, and Dean’s gonna get to hold this over his head for ages.

Darlene talks Cas into a gift bag package, three colors of tissue paper, and two rolls of gift wrap (one pattern features Rudolph ice skating, and the other pattern features a "Christmas Zoo Safari"). From the accessories section, Cas selects four gray-and-red Tartan scarves, a Nordic snowflakes Pom-beanie hat, and a red snowflakes pom-beanie. For Claire,“ he explains hastily. "I can’t leave her out, Dean.”

Dean can see Darlene itching to ask about Claire, so he clears his throat to move things along. “Yeah, I’d say you got everyone covered,” he says, schooling his face and holding in a laugh.

Cas shoots him a glare, like it’s Dean’s fault for not rescuing him from this situation. Which. It kind of is.

“Don’t look at me,” Dean says. “I already sponsored the Fun Run, so it’s your turn.”

As Darlene tallies up the overpriced gifts, Cas fishes some bills from his pocket: a crumpled hundred-dollar, a fifty, and a ten from his wallet. Darlene jots down the item numbers, and then she asks for Cas's full name and address.

“Just put it all under Dean Campbell,” Dean says, rescuing him at last. “I’ll just pick it up here when it comes in. Or Sam can do it.”

Cas looks relieved, gives Darlene a stiff nod, and after the transaction is complete, they make to leave.

“It was nice meeting you, Darlene,” he says, perfunctory and obviously eager to be out of the building. He doesn’t wait for her reply before he’s out the door.

Hehe, coward.

She doesn’t seem to mind his abruptness. Instead, she actually giggles as she watches him stride to the car. She looks back to Dean.

“Well. He was a good sport about that,” she breathes, grinning big.

Dean rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. Him and his deep pockets, right? I think he’d have bought more from ya if you'd made to the food section. Pret-ty calculated, Darlene. Pretty calculated.”

“Times are tough,” she sighs. “And Thomas’s team needs new uniforms.”

“Yeah, well. Guess we'll be bothering Lacy in November, too. I can't wrap for shit, and I think he'd probably rip the paper to shreds. Which would be a cryin' shame since we're springing for the fancy two-sided stuff. And thanks again,” he grabs the handle on the door, “for the Jack stuff, I mean. Uh, gotta go ground that kid now, yanno.”

Before Dean pushes out, Darlene grabs his elbow in a vice grip and yanks him back. “I like him, Dean,” she whispers, like she’s sharing something earth-shattering and very private.

Huh?

“You like him? Jack?”

“Castiel.”

Dean assesses her gleaming, rabid face and thinks, Yup. She's the thirstiest GILF-wannabe in Lebanon, and now she’s got the hots for Cas, too.

He purses his lips and rolls his eyes at the thought.

“Okay, whaddya want, Queen Darlene? Me to set you two up on a blind date or something? Cause you already have his number now—”

She huffs, then grins and shakes her head. Her gray eyes grow bigger and more serious now.

“You should bring him to Church, Dean.”

She’s never invited Dean to Church before. Something about the gravitas with which she says it feels…odd.

“Okay, sure. Yeah. Maybe.”

She breathes happily.

“I really do hope to see you both there. Bye now!”

Okay.

When Dean gets to the parking lot, he feels like he’s missed a step somewhere.

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xxsycamore · 2 years

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Luka Clemence, the Third Prince

What happens when Luka and Clavis swap their places...?

A/N: My loyal partner in crackfics (and in anything related to writing, for that matter), the wonderful @chaosangel767, pointed out similarities between her sweet Luka and... Clavis. Yes, I know. We thought they have nothing in common at first. Or do they? This is a product of our heatwave-rotten minds (maybe mine is extra rotten so forgive me - this is barely proofread at all!). Pure crack. I hope it makes sense! The introduction as well as a passage of this is written by Chaya. She is co-writer of this fanficion. Make sure to go read Clavis side of this story - written by Chaya!

no pairing - characters: Luka Clemence, all the rhodolitian princes + Sariel, mentions of Comte de Saint Germain and Leonardo Da Vinci (ikevamp)

rating: G

tags: crackfic; crossover; they talk about boobs and legs at some point

wordcount: 1,755

A peaceful day in Central Quarter has Luka relaxing as he patrols near the Civic Center, checking in on citizens and making sure everyone is safe. A man approaches with golden eyes.

"Luka Clemence?" When Luka confirms, he produces a package, handing it to the confused Jack.

"Open this tonight" is all he says. Looking down, Luka inspects the package, wrapped in a dark purple with a gold ribbon. When Luka looks up, the man has disappeared leaving more questions than answers.

That night when the sun goes down and the full moon is high in the sky, Luka pulls out the package again. There is a sender's name in tiny letters, the moonlight making it easier to read the gold ink.

Comte St. Germain

"Who?"

Deciding to open the package to check for clues, he is shocked to find a purple belt laying inside. Taking it out of the box he inspects it more and finds a gold stripe down the front of it.

"Whose belt…?" He sets the package down in wonder and feeling suddenly unable to keep his eyes open, he lays down and shuts his eyes.

When he opens them, he is in a completely different room…

***

Confusion settles in as soon as Luka gains his senses again. There is a woman - a maid - towering over him with a worrisome look on her face. Her voice sounds like coming from the bottom of a well in Luka's still-dizzy mind, but he hears clearly the words "Prince Clavis" and the information that he's overslept.

When she leaves, Luka sits up in the bed- no, to his surprise, a sofa, and notices that he is already fully dressed for the day. He can start with his day now, except, he is not sure what he is supposed to do as Prince Clavis, while also simultaneously trying to figure out why he is here in the first place.

Fortunately, there is something like a day planner on the desk.

Unfortunately, the handwriting on it is utterly, completely illegible. More so than doctor Ash's handwriting. More so than any doctor's handwriting at all.

So, he is left to decide what to do with his day for himself. Hopefully this Prince Clavis is your typical, normal, boring person, and he can get away with it easily…

***

“Has anyone seen Clavis today?” Jin walks into the room with his eyes furrowed, Chevalier and Licht exchange glances and Sariel holds his stomach in worry.

“No… it’s been too quiet.”

As if waiting for that exact moment, a screech is heard from the kitchen. Without even exchanging a glance, everyone is quick to follow inside and see what is going on.

“Get him away from my kitchen!!!” Yves screeches horrified as they see Clavis in an apron, pulling a pie out of the oven.

Jin screeches as well, even if in a way-deeper voice. It is an alarming sight for sure.

But it doesn't stop there. Looking closely, there is food on almost every surface of the kitchen - hors d'oeuvers and main dishes, and now dessert too. By the looks of it, this full three course meal is spread out for all the brothers.

“Come help yourself."

People so different from one another find themselves sharing the same shocked expression in the face of this bizarre event. Not even a warm family meal is bonding the rhodolitian beast prince brothers like being together in the shock of its creation.

"You're not Clavis."

Luka tries his best to not act suspicious, but the remark catches him off guard. First they look like they'll all have a stroke over the mere fact that he is in a kitchen, and now the most intimidating-looking one of them, Chevalier, all is staring a hole through his back. The others laugh off the remark he made.

What is all of this about? He just came here to do the one thing he thought can't get wrong, for a prince that should be assumed to possess so many skills… he swears, this is not stress-cooking. This is not stress-cooking. He is cool.

He catches the words "food poisoning", pretends he didn't hear them, and then the feast begins.

***

They're crying. They're actually crying.

Another one of his - now he knows, brothers - Leon, wipes his tears in his sleeve while putting his bowl down. He's never had such a delicious soup in his life before. It has such warmth to it, like the soup in the tavern that he finds himself preferring over what the royal kitchen can offer. Yes, warmth. Heart. Love.

Similar to him, Jin puts down his bowl with a thud and wipes his tears. Nokto is smirking and nodding in approval, hand on his chin. Licht, whose smile the others are going a second almost-stroke over, is just as content. Luke says he is going to have the best post-lunch nap in his life.

And Luka sighs. In relief.

"Clavis, please- I can't believe that I'm saying that, but. You're free to enter my kitchen again. No, please enter my kitchen again! Tomorrow, let's have a meal like that again. A-and, thank you for learning how to cook overnight for us, I guess…" Yves shows his enthusiasm and thankfulness, and somehow blushes too.

"…Okay…"

Across the table, the other blonde prince is still staring at him, akin to a tiger monitoring its pray. It's scary.

Luka excuses himself to find a safer activity to immerse into.

"Not so fast, mister next best chef of Rhodolite. Did you forget what day is today? C'mon, the drinks are on me today."

The wardrobe-of-a-man that goes by the name of Jin pulls him by arm, not waiting to hear any excuses from "Clavis."

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Luka did get a little nervous when he heard they will be drinking. However, inspecting the drink placed before him, ordered without as much as a word coming from his mouth, because, Jin just said 'the usual', he is calming down. Or is he? Another bizarre thing. This prince Clavis seems to be enjoying juice as his beverage of choice.

No, this is actually very good. He gulps it down with relief and listens to Jin talking about stuff. This is not so bad actually.

To be hanging around with your brother, chattering, enjoying a drink… it's true that Jin was a bit pushy about dragging him here, but… it's nothing like Jonah.

Luka smiles a little behind his glass. Yes, those guys are good brothers to have. They look like a strange bunch at first, but he felt a genuine warmth towards him at the table earlier.

This is not so bad.

"But nevermind that. Let's talk about some real stuff now. Check this out."

Luka snaps from his thoughts and sees Jin… gesturing with his eyes to the left. He does it twice and thrice, waiting for Luka to get the hint.

"What? There is just the waitress there."

Jin clicks his tongue.

"Just the waitress and two large…" he gestures the rest with hands, semi-discreetly. He seems to be making the shape of large balls in the air.

Luka is beyond confused.

"She started here this week. A little more and I'd come here without waiting for you. But I'm being a good brother."

"Thank you." Luka is still confused.

"Ahahah, stop it with the politeness, I'm cracking up. What's in this juice? Anyway. As per our deal. What do you think now?"

"What do you mean?"

"What, have you forgotten?? We made a deal. I show you a girl with boobs so pretty you admit boobs are better than legs just once." He does the thing with his eyes again. "So?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh…"

It's Luka's longest "uh" in his life. Maybe he didn't heard that right. Maybe he really hit his head hard somewhere in the black army headquarters and this is all just a bad hallucination, this is the version he is sticking to, about the whole mess.

"Soo? Hurry up. Aren't they big? Aren't they pretty?"

"Uhhh…" Before he can go for a longer uhhh and outdo his personal record, he thinks quick. What is this Clavis person supposed to say?

"Yes. They're better than legs. Let's go back to the caste now."

"Woah. Woah!!!"

Jin stands up quickly from his seat, his chair falling backwards with a bang.

"Bottoms up everyone! I'm buying everyone a drink!"

***

As stress-cooking is crossed from his list, Luka is beyond glad that there is another activity that can help calm him down - one he is just as familiar with. He is thankful. He goes into the training grounds and prepares for some good mind-clearing sparring.

Until everyone starts pointing out the huge-ass sword he choose instead of his "usual one". Another commotion starts playing. Another one of his "brothers" start teasing him about something.

It has no end.

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Or so it seemed.

By the time the sun set and the moon came out high in the sky, Luka is certain his fate is to remain here forever. He strolls along the outstretched balcony wrapping around one of the sides of the castle, the only sound his own footsteps.

And then, another pair. It's strange. The only thing in that end of the balcony should be that old door that doesn't open and likely leads nowhere. Suddenly, there is a man with brown hair approaching him.

He has golden eyes that very much remind him of someone… he has vague memories of a man with eyes like that. Seeing that the one who approaches him is holding a strange packet, he starts to remember - a blonde count, a package. He palms the belt on his waist.

"Ahh, here you are. I'm sorry, I don't have much time for explanations. Take this and clip it on. And give me that belt."

Confused, for the nth time today but getting used to it, Luka opens the package. To his surprise (more confusion added to the mix), inside is his hairclip.

He remembers to take off the belt (with difficulty) and give it to the golden-eyed man, before clipping on his own item.

Suddenly, he starts feeling extra sleepy…

"Woah there." The man, Leonardo, manages to catch him before he can collapse. He shakes his head.

"This damned Comte and his messes. And he says he has put his mischievous past behind him. Tsk."

He leaves the man on a nearby sofa and lights a cigarillo, off to his other destination.

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pokemonswshfics · 4 years

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hello friend! :D i had accidentally posted this draft of it before i was finished, that's why the message of the request is a screenshot, so sorry for the slight wait :"D have a good read! + (i didn't really know what speaking up meant , so it's slightly different for each in terms of "speaking up" hehe i hope you all enjoy 💛)

// because of how long this post might be, I'm gonna leave the read more button right here before all of them. they're sfw but I wouldn't wanna clog up anyone's tl :'D k byee ^-^

Raihan/Kabu/Piers × Shy Male! Reader (Sfw)

Raihan × Shy Male!Reader // S/O (Sfw { mild cursing })

You stood outside Hammerlocke stadium waiting for your boyfriend as he said to meet you there. You had on his jacket, with the hood up because of how many people were around. This didn't stop reporters and fangirls from coming up to you, all bombarding you with questions.

You simply pulled the hood down and shoved your hands into the pocket. It wasn't that you were trying to be rude, you just preferred the attention be on someone else. Literally anyone else.

"How does it feel to be Raihan's first public boyfriend?"

"Hey! Look up here for a quick photo, it wont hurtcha. You're already so cute from what we've seen!"

"Do you love him?"

"Are you gonna stay under there?"

If it was up to you, you would stay in your boyfriend's clothes forever. It was a perfect hiding spot.

"I-I would prefer..not to answer." You stuttered out quietly and stepped closer to the gym doors. The attention got overwhelming at times but you would do this forever if it meant being with Raihan. He was worth it.

"What's annoying about Raihan? Isn't it tiring, that he puts his whole life on the internet?"

You scowled a little and pulled your hood down farther. "I think it's cute." You said under your breath.

"Don't you wish he was champion instead? He always fails at beating Leon!"

"What?" You said softly and lifted your head up a little, but not enough to be seen. The people surrounding you only saw this as invitation to ask more.

"Isn't he a little full of himself when it comes to battles? You can answer us!" Someone said excitedly and shoved a microphone towards you.

"Fine, take this for an answer." You almost snatched the microphone from their hand and frowned at them. "No, I do not find Raihan annoying. I'm very proud of him for even having a gym in the first place. He doesn't need to be Champion to be accomplished! Who the hell are you guys to even be asking stuff so rude? Are YOU Champion?"

Your hood fell back to your shoulders by the time you were done talking. Instantly, camera flashes hit your eyes and you tried to cover your face with your sleeves. You were still beyond angry, and it only increased as you heard the people begin talking again.

"Aw, so cute!"

"Are you really dating Raihan?"

"Raihan got lucky!"

You clenched your fists and dropped the mic you had snatched to your feet.

Then you lunged at a reporter.

Two women screamed, one yelped because of the sudden action and right before you actually touched the man you were going to attack..

"Hey." You felt a pair of strong arms pick you up and throw you over their shoulder. You were met with a back side that had a dark navy shirt on, and navy gym shorts. The Dragon Type uniform.

"Calm down, Tyrogue headass.." Raihan chuckled and you blushed at the familiar teasing. You could hear squeals from the crowd, the same one you would have attacked with your bare hands had it not been for Raihan coming at the last second.

"Put me down! Put me down! Put me down!" You said quickly and began waving your fists in protest. "They weren't being nice about you!"

"Not worth your time, babe. Thanks for keeping him occupied." You could practically hear the grin in Raihan's voice as he began to turn back to the doors of his gym to carry you in. You faced the reporters again and now looked up at them with a scowl. Their faces were all in awe at Raihan carrying you. Some continued taking pictures.

"Oouu let him put me down and I'll- do not very nice things!" You growled quietly and shook one of your fists at them.

"Baby, calm down." Raihan giggled from above you as he even paused for photos a few times just to frustrate you playfully. You pulled the hood further down your head, still cursing reporters as your boyfriend carried you past them.

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Kabu × Shy Male! Reader (Sfw)

At almost all times you were sitting or standing next to Kabu. It wasn't that you didn't like the rest of the gym leaders, it was just something you did for comfort.

You were in a meeting with the rest of the Gym leaders, sometimes you tagged along with Kabu when invited. The other gym leaders didn't mind, they were the ones inviting you sometimes.

Right now they were discussing new ways to (as Raihan said it) "spice up" their gym missions. Kabu wasn't on board and it showed.

"Come on, you guys think challengers might not get bored of the same thing every year?" Raihan sighed and sat back in his chair. "Same old thing, I'd be bored out of my mind."

"Good thing you aren't a challenger then." Kabu replied, crossing his arms. His irritation showed to you and you nudged his knee with your own under the table lightly. "Our gyms will be led how we would like, and I like mine. I'm keeping it the way it is."

"Come on, no need to get mad." Raihan chimed back and half smiled. "Either all of us or none."

"I'm keeping mine how it is, I've done too much for it since Opal gave me the gym." Bede remarked.

"Come on, Bede..you're the newest of us, take some advice! Change it up a little." Nessa said and sat up.

"I'll k-keep..mine." Allister stammered out and looked down to the table.

"I'd like to change mine." His older sister, Bea smiled widely and pumped one of her fists up. Raihan high fived her, attempting to now convince Milo and Melony to change theirs.

Kabu's eyes furrowed then he looked towards you, smiling with tired eyes. He playfully rolled his eyes while nodding to the other gym leaders. You giggled quietly in answer.

"Come on Kabu, lighten up. Keep up with the times!" Gordie practically whined out. Kabu tensed up once again, and you could feel his anger rising once more.

"Don't tell me what to do. My gym, my rules." Kabu stood and looked around now with a frown. If provoked, his temper could easily appear. You looked to the other gym leaders, Allister (even with a mask, you could tell) was nervous because of how Kabu could get.

"Ugh. They're just ideas-" Bede groaned sassily.

"They're stupid ones!" Kabu slammed one of his now balled up fists onto the table you all sat at. The gym leaders were used to his hot headed self, so it didn't bother them and they never planned on telling him anything like "calm down", or "be nice."

"Kabs." You stood up, still slightly avoiding eye contact with the rest of them and grabbed his elbow softly. "Calm down, they were just trying to give some advice." The other gym leaders now all looked at you, some with slightly widened eyes.

Kabu’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink, you could feel the tension in his body go away as you began to rub his arm. He turned toward you and the anger in his eyes was gone, now replaced by warmth when you looked into them. Raihan smirked from the other side of the table.

Kabu grumbled something then sat down, his face burning up. “I-Yeah. He’s right. I suppose I should calm down, you all are just trying to help me. I apologize for calling your ideas stupid.” He crossed his arms and avoided eye contact. You followed and sat back down with him, then looked up and realized all the gym leaders were now staring at you, either with shocked faces or grins.

“I’m so sorry if I interrupted your meeting- I just wanted Kabs to calm down and-” You could now feel your cheeks begin to darken with embarrassment and you hid your face in your hands, not even wanting to finish your own sentence.

“Why are you apologizing? You got Kabsy here to calm down, something none of us could do. And you did it without thinking he might take out a Pokemon and burn you alive or something.” Raihan chuckled and turned to Kabu, with his chin being held up by his palms. “You got a soft spot?”

Your boyfriend scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Let’s just get on with the meeting, I don’t have time to-”

“For me he does.” You teased softly and took one of Kabu’s hands in your own. This only caused the red in his cheeks to return and for him to hide his face in one hand, groaning.

“You should come to meetings more often, dear!” Melony practically squealed out, Nessa nodding in agreement.

Raihan laughed loudly then looked towards you. “No, seriously. Calm your man down sometimes.” He grinned.

“Let’s get on with it!” Kabu said loudly and waved his free hand in the air but was still looking away from everyone to avoid his blush being visible. He didn’t take his hand from you though, now he intertwined your fingers. You smiled a little more at the action and squeezed his hand in return.

“Alright, Alright...” Raihan bit his lip and reached down under the table only to pull out a folder with a playful squeal.

“Let’s change our uniforms!!” There were chuckles throughout the table of people, and you began to feel more comfortable with all of them, simply by holding Kabu’s hand. He turned his head toward you and smiled a little, as to not make it obvious to the rest of them.

You giggled again and prepared to listen to Raihan’s bright idea of changing the uniforms with Kabu already groaning when he realized what the younger gym leader had said.

***

Piers × Shy Male! Reader (Sfw {mild cursing})

You sat on a wooden crate besides Marnie, your boyfriend's little sister. You two were listening to him sing to a crowd of Team Yell members and other people from different towns.

The silence with Marnie was usual and comfortable.

"Look at my bro go. Always had it in him, singing." She said quietly and leaned slightly towards you so you would hear over the music.

You nodded and smiled a little. Your eyes couldn't come off Piers, you loved watching him sing. You put your knees up to your chin, and rested your arms crossed on them so they would hide your grin and pink cheeks.

"Still not much of a talker?"

"Oh! Uh, yeah- I like talking." You practically whispered. "Sorry, not really-"

"Hey. It's fine. Piers already told me you aren't that out there. I don't mind some silence." Marnie replied with a nicer tone now, since she meant it.

"Thanks." You quietly replied and looked back to the stage before you heard her speak again.

"What do you see in Piers? You can tell me, I'm not the judging type."

"What do I..see in him?"

"Mhm."

You looked to the stage again and watched Piers interact with the crowd. Your grin widened, you almost never see him smile as much as he did on stage unless he was alone with you.

"I see..a sweet guy. He looks all mean and hard but he's really the most gentle guy I know. He has this smile that drives me wild and.." You took your arms away from your face to talk more clear.

"And? Come on, don't be shy." Marnie encouraged and nudged you with her elbow.

"He's real funny. Piers makes me happy when I'm having a really bad day, he's got this thing to him that I can't stop wanting." You could feel your cheeks turning a light shade of red, and you cursed how easy it was for you to blush.

Piers looked towards you and Marnie and winked at you. Some people in the crowd cheered at the action, a few swooned excitedly. You buried your face in your hands and could hear Marnie laugh a little.

"A-Anyways..he doesn't let anything in his past or present get to him. His music..his music! It's so impressive. He's a singing gym leader. The way he manages both..I just-!" You dropped your knees from your face and squealed. "It's Piers!"

Marnie laughed a little at your excitement. "Anything else?"

"He's..SO cute. Gosh, I can't get over it. We've been together for a while and he still makes me all giddy and warm inside when he smiles or- does shit like that!" You spoke about his playful wink, and you stood up on the crate, not even caring about your fear of crowds anymore. "And I love it!"

The crowd was still practically screaming as the song ended. You cupped one of your hands around your mouth, waving the other at Piers frantically.

"Come on Piers! Give us MORE!!" You shouted out while grinning and quickly caught his and some fans' attention. You locked eyes with him, and made a motion to usher him for another song.

He raised his hand to the crowd to quiet them down then spoke. "Alright, hey. Glad you guys are enjoying the show. It was supposed to stop now but, how am I gonna end this when I got my sweetheart over there asking for more?" Piers nodded to you, causing multiple Team Yell members to turn your way, smiling.

You immediately sat back down on the crate next to Marnie and hid your face. "No.." You protested quietly against his teasing. He knew you never liked the acknowledgement, he just liked making you blush.

"So, Team Yell. I want you to be as loud as you can, this next one is for my cutie. Love ya." Piers adjusted the mic as Team Yell began what they did best again: cheering. They turned quickly back to the stage and you peeked up at Piers.

Your eyes' focus never left him, and you listened intently to his voice. A relaxed sigh left you as you felt yourself being caught up in the music. You and Piers continued to make eye contact throughout the rest of the show, as if no one else was there. The moment was like a trance and neither of you were really looking to get out of it.

***

thank you for reading ! requests always open! just might be a slight wait 💕 - 🥝

#pokemon #pokemon shield #gym leaders #pokemon gym leader #pokemon swsh #pokemon kabu #raihan pokemon #piers pokemon #raihan x reader #piers x reader #kabu x reader #reader inserts #oneshot #pokemon fanfiction

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akisai · 2 years

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Hello, I don't really know if this will be useful to anyone but everytime I feel sad and still want to do something to not fall asleep during night, I always play brawl stars. I wanted to help others who play brawl stars and sometimes just don't feel like tryharding and going for wins only, to feel relaxed and feel better while playing so here is a list of what I do to make the game as chill and nice as possible.

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1. Turn off emojis in game, there will always be toxic people that use the thumbs down pin and other like these. Seeing these would just make you mad and annoyed and you wouldn't really enjoy the game anymore

2. Play calming and soothing lofi music (personally I recommend the beautiful School Rooftop Intro slowed and reverbed by Hisohkah)

3. Play your favorite brawler or just a "chill" brawler where you don't have to do much (my favs are Gene, Bea, Sprout)

4. If you decide to play showdown, don't rush mid, it doesn't cares if you have 1 or 5 power cubes, you just want to relax.

5. Don't team with other players, usually they will betray you and you will end up either mad or sad.

6. Avoid any fights, just mind your own business and let others fight.

7. Try to not get mad if you lose, during the time you play, you just want to ignore if you lose trophies or win, you can always get the trophies back, just focus on relaxing and having fun.

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I hope this was helpful to someone, if you'd like to, you can add me in game and we could play sometime ♡

My tag - #JYGVU0LP

#brawl stars #comfort #chill #game #gaming #music #video games

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sinsbymanka · 3 years

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Hope I'm not being a pest by asking, but are we going to potentially see more Solas/Cadash/Varric in the future? I didn't know I'd love them as much as I do

I LOVE THEM TOO NONNY. This is not a pestering ask at all it made me very happy to see it ❤ thank you so much for caring and kindly asking what I may do in the future with them!

This polycule was something I got rapidly obsessed with early this year. There's currently two things I've written for them (and consequently er. In the whole tag I think).

The long fic - Cheating the Dread Wolf - is set post Trespasser and I really think wraps up their canon love story with a bow.

HOWEVER, when I was first becoming obssssed I slipped a little poly smut piece out - Ink and Other Stains on a Page. It's just smut and was really me playing with how the characters fit together in a relationship. It doesn't belong/match the timeline in CtDW so um. I guess that means there's an AU out there where the three get together in Inquisition which kind of enthrals me.

I'm in camp "Solas doesn't sleep with the Inquisitor before breaking up" and I wonder if him doing so affects the outcome? What if he DOESN'T leave and actually gives up his plotting? What impact does that have on Trespasser? Definitely all plot threads on my WIP list for this polycule.

I also love AUs and have a bunch of AU ideas ALWAYS floating around for everything. I'm so into this polycule it could end up being end game for some of my Cadash/Varric fics - which are both AUs (pirate/selkie and urban fantasy)

Beyond that - I have an idea for a bunch of ficlets of the CtDW universe crew just being happy, fluffy, and smutty. I would LOVE to see them coparenting the kids.

I'm fleshing out the CtDW universe now actually. My newest fic is focused on Bea Cadash/Cole, who were a background pairing in CtDW. Compassion for an Assassin starts at Haven and runs through DAI and post-DAI, but stops before Trespasser. The polycule is a background focus - and reveals that pretty much everyone knew Solas loved Maria and Varric.

Which definitely leaves gaps in my timeline - conclave to Haven and Trespasser. Those two gaps do contain a lot of pining and angst which is my bread and butter. I don't have concrete plans to fill those in but I may.

I wouldn't expect anything for them soon unless it's a short thing >.> I'm finishing up CfaA, working on an Aeducan pre-origins fic with @jarakrisafis that'll start publishing soon, and I've got exchange assignments/treats to do 🥰 but yes. They're in my head. Percolating. And I'm glad you enjoyed them!

Also in case you didn't know, @blarfkey is almost entirely responsible for this polycule. She and I gifted each other some smut hinting at a pre-poly situation and it was basically her idea for my character that I ran with. I've got all the CtDW universe things in one series - but blarfkeys is called When We All Fall Asleep Where Do We Go? It's the canon prequel to CtDW and it is Maria and Solas' first time 🥺 it's smut with feels and I highly recommend.

The last polycule work is Heart Made of Glass, My Mind of Stone, which is what happens between blarfkey's and CtDW and is more pre-polycule stuff.

Thank you for the ask, nonny! You made my night 🥰

#manka answers asks #female cadash/solas/varric tethras #cheating the dread wolf #female cadash #solas #varric tethras

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gaycey-sketchit · 3 years

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(Gary anon) I remember when Goh's concept art was first shown; some, if not most thought he was non-binary or used "they/them" pronouns. (Especially with his name not leaning any particular way; it's just "Go") And with Chloe appearances being sporadic, this is the first time a m/m relationship gets to be dominant in a generation series for once; where in previous series they either tied with certain m/f ships or were drowned out considerably by them. (Same, if the dynamic is strong

(Part 2) to begin with, I don't mind it as much. But literally any character; usually female, that gets mentioned as a love interest; I have to brace myself on them [or the "bond"] being near non-existent throughout most of the story) One thing I wish more writers would understand is that romantic partners of main characters literally can't be off-screen as easily as friends and family can. If people end up feeling like the bond is "stronger" with the friend [who appears more] than the spouse

and THAT becomes the popular ship, you can't blame the audience for what they've been given) Heh, when the foundation isn't there, sometimes you have to make it yourself. I have seen some rarepairs get their lucky breaks in canon later; often due to their dedication. (Even Misty and Dawn; who I have seen shipped with Gary, Green always wins out in content. Probably cause the first two have more popular ships surrounding them) For Leon, I highly suspect Ash to use his JN team against him.

(Part 4) Since AG, Ash always uses his new regional team for a full battle at least once, usually against prominent rivals. Unless Ash is fighting Bea again; which I doubt, the all-star PWC team is fighting Leon. Now, something that has Charizard, Infernape, Greninja, etc. on the same team? Can't see them double-dip on that with Leon. (I'll always consider the Johto League battle an important one for both, but I think even back when I first saw it air, something felt off about it. Kinda rushed.

(5) Now that Ash and Gary feel more fleshed out since then, I want a battle to highlight that. Their eternal bond; something that feels more "them") Feels too early to be Goh's last or else it just reinforces that PM should've been introduced much earlier. And, there's still the adventure to find Mew. (I'm glad Gary's teasing nature is back, but I really hope there's a flashback of him provoking Ash to re-showcase that concept [of pushing Goh to new heights] and not just an attempt to 'redo' OS)

I remember that! Nonbinary Goh is still a very good take. And yeah, Journeys feels so very gay and I love it. Goh and Chloe's friendship feels like gay/lesbian solidarity, Ash and Goh have such an adorable dynamic, and Chloe bonding with Dawn was delightful.

Yeah, I feel that. There's something I can't help but find a little funny about how some media (especially shonen anime/manga) ends up coming across as super gay because of misogyny--the lack of development for female characters means the protagonist's male friendships end up so much stronger than his relationship with his supposed love interest.

Yeah, rarepair shippers really put in the work and it's very cool to see (and both very fun and sometimes very tiring to do).

Yeah, that doesn't surprise me--I don't use FFNet much anymore because AO3's whole interface feels so much nicer (and there's no ads), but from what I've seen I'd honestly expect Gary/Leaf to be the most popular Gary ship there (though due to FFNet only letting people tag a maximum of four characters, it'd be hard to check); on the other hand, over on AO3 I did check and the most popular Gary ship there is PalletShipping (a win for the LGBT community, haha).

Makes sense!

Fair--and yeah, it'd be absolutely fantastic to see another battle between them, to show how far they've come over the years.

For sure. I wonder how the Mew thing will play out.

Yeah, that'd be nice.

#Andrew answers #Gary anon

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mymanskabu · 5 years

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Transph*bic family

Anonie requested: oo i hope its okay to ask for acerola, kabu and bea (separately) comforting their trans friend after tough time with transph*bic family? ówò 💖

They are kinda short, qt. I'm sorry!

Tagged as "Transph*bia" in case anyone needed it.

It's also been awhile since I've seen Acerola so bare with me. Mostly recall Nanu cus old man love. I love Acerola though.

▪︎ Bea

- If she sees her friends' family it's on sight. They were someone she could trust with her emotions and feel like it was okay. Now that they need emotional comfort, she wants to do what she can! She will put in a lot of effort into making them feel better.

- She will take them to do some of their favorite hobbies. Perhaps hang out with Pokemon and just talk to distract them from what happened with their family. At some point they do talk about what had happened. Their family disapproved of the fact that they were trans and she is lowkey about to press someone.

- "You're still the person I know and trust, your family should believe the same."

- Her friend appreciated her support and told her that they were glad they could have a friend like her. They didn't want her to hurt anyone but she probably would for them.

- "I'll always have your back..."

- Bea made sure that they know they could always rely on her for just about anything.

▪︎ Acerola

- She couldn't help but start off confused when she saw her friend rush into her arms crying. They explained in pauses that they were having a tough time with their family because they didn't react well to them being trans.

- Acerola was going to hug her friend back regardless of the situation because they're crying. Since she knows the problem now she starts thinking about what advice she could give her friend if they ask.

- She was big bad at her friends' family but comforting them was of upmost importance to her. If she saw their family though, she was going to give them a piece of her mind.

- "I hope you know that you lost an amazing and caring person! They're going to do great things!"

- Acerola will make sure her friend knows how amazing they are. She didn't treat them any differently and whenever they changed something about them, she would compliment it if she could!

- Acerola makes sure her friend can forget the situation for just a little while and have fun. She wants them to be happy about their decision not feel ashamed in any way, shape or form.

- "If you're happy then I'm happy!"

- She is super supportive and sweet to her friend makes sure they know they can trust her with just about anything.

▪︎ Kabu

- This friend was a long time friend of his and he knew they tended to have issues with their family because of being trans. There was a clear disconnect so they went to him often which he didn't mind.

- This time around, his friend had a very serious fight with a few family members and they came to him in a very frantic state. They were clearly disappointed and angry but Kabu managed to calm them down enough to explain what happened.

- He asked his friend to come with him and they ended up at Kabu's favorite running area. They were walking though so that they could tall about it.

- Kabu is a very good listener, he will make sure he understands what his friend is telling him and will ask questions to make sure they know he is doing his best.

- He doesn't understand their family that well, for him, his friend was still his friend no matter what changes they made to themselves physically. Their personality was still there and there was a change in their identity but this is still who he has known for a long time.

- Kabu was as level-headed as he could be though he was irritated by his friends family.

- "There is only one of you and I am glad to have had you in my life for so long. If you're family can not appreciate you the same way, they are going to regret not having you in their lives to bring them as much happiness as you have brought me in our friendship."

- His friend nearly cried, this hit them in the heart feels and they couldn't ask for a better friend. There was no one better.

#swsh bea #bea #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon shield #pokemon sword #pokemon #sword and shield #request #swsh #pokemon swsh #bea swsh #transph*bia

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Character Sheet - Margret (Hazbin Hotel)

Margret

Character Information -

True Name: Margret Magne

Nicknames: Maggie / Sunshine (by Alastor) / Sweetpea (by Charlie) / Miss Goody Two Shoes (by Beatrice, Franklin and Angel Dust)

Likes: Redemption / Baking / Positivity / Smiling / Pomegranates / Dancing / Protecting Her Siblings

Dislikes: Negativity / Her Wendigo / Meat / Unnecessary Tension / Being Cold / Bell Peppers

Biological Information -

Species: Deer Demon / Wendigo

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Abilities: Wendigo Transformation / Spatial Warping / Swing Dancing / Singing

Professional Status -

Occupation: Princess of Hell / Staff Member of Hazbin Hotel

Relationships -

Family: Alastor (Father) / Charlie (Mother) / Beatrice (Sister) / Franklin (Brother) / Lucifer (Grandfather) / Lillith (Grandmother)

Friends: Angel Dust / Razzle and Dazzle / Vaggie / Husk / Niffty

Romantic Interests: N/A

Enemies: Valentino

Margret Magne is a hell born demon birthed to Alastor and Charlie and by line of succession, a princess of Hell. She follows much of the same mentality as her mother, believing that redemption is possible for most and hopes it will help end the overpopulation issue.

Appearance -

Margret is a few inches taller than Charlie, about 6’4” with curly strawberry blonde hair with highlights. She has the same ears* and antlers that Alastor does as well as his nose and eye color. She has pale pink cheeks that associate her with a happy and positive personality. She usually wears a blush colored cropped sweater, a scalloped black skort, fishnet stockings and black boots with heels.

When in full Wendigo form, her antlers grow and she grows about another foot in height. Her nails extend and the irises in her eyes disappear with just the yellow sclera visible. She dislikes this form and has only gone into it once a year since the age of 12; only enough to satisfy the inner Wendigo.

Personality -

Margret is extremely compassionate and gentle toward demons. She knows her way around Hell and fully believes most demons can be redeemed - only most since she knows Hell born demons cannot be redeemed. She’s generally persuasive and likes to keep her hands busy. Margret adopted Alastor’s belief that frowning makes her look weak, and so she tends to be always smiling.

She believes she owes a large life debt to the demons that surround her because of her upbringing and her sibling’s worrisome ways, she does her best to atone for Bea and Franklin’s sins, as well as her own. She’s prone to self doubt and always tends to overthink everything before she actually puts any plans into action.

She has OCD and her compulsions drive her mad. Before entering any closed door, she has to twist the doorknob three times before entering and due to this, most doors in the house are left open.

Background -

Margret was born in hell to Charlie and Alastor, the Princess of Hell and the Radio Demon. She grew up seeing two extremes and drifted toward Charlie’s viewpoint of Hell. She has two siblings and loves them dearly, though they don’t share too much in common.

Relationships -

Charlie: Charlie is Margret’s mother.

Margret adores her mother and makes sure Charlie knows it. She’s often seen by/near Charlie and is active in the Hotel. She believes that Charlie is strong, funny and she thinks Charlie’s optimism is admirable and strives to be just like her.

Alastor: Alastor is Margret’s father.

Margret trusts Alastor with her life. She knows he would do anything and everything necessary to keep his family safe - even if she doesn’t quite agree with the process of it. She enjoys his jokes and loves listening to him sing - one of their main activities together is cooking, though they differ on tastes.

Beatrice: Beatrice is Margret’s sister.

Beatrice is two years younger than Margret. When Bea was a toddler, the sisters got along well. When Bea began showing more interest in pulling pranks and leaving messes, the two’s relationship felt strained. throughout childhood, they’d bicker near constantly and the relationship didn’t get mended until Bea turned twenty one.

Franklin: Franklin is Margret’s brother.

Franklin is seven years younger than Margret. Admittedly, she tends to keep her distance from him. Most of the time, though, they do have a good relationship. Margret is protective of him, even though he knows he doesn't need it, he lets her do as she wishes.

Angel Dust:

Margret thinks Angel Dust is funny and admires his confidence. She does think he can be a little too much for her to handle so she can only take him in small doses.

Vaggie:

Margret and Vaggie spend a lot of time together due to the fact that they both spend most of their time around Charlie. Vaggie thinks Margret is sweet and can be a touch narcissistic - a trait that Margret inherited from Alastor. when Margret was younger, she adamantly wanted to be called ‘Maggie’ in order to be more like Vaggie.

Niffty:

Due to the fact that both of them are total neat freaks and love to cook, the two tend to spend the most time together out of everyone. Margret really enjoys being around Niffty and the one-eyed demon thinks that Margret is a good cook. The two are often together making something or cleaning some forgotten corner of the Hotel.

Razzle and Dazzle:

Razzle and Dazzle are Margret’s taste testers - she likes to experiment with baked goods and they like to eat her creations.

Lucifer: Lucifer is Margret’s grandfather.

Margret doesn’t find herself wanting to spend much time with him. Though the relationship between Charlie and he has been mended by the time she is an adult, Margret doesn’t get a good feeling from behind around him. She will happily have a conversation with him, though the relationship he has with Franklin is the best out of the three.

Lillith: Lillith is Margret’s grandmother.

Margret admires Lillith’s strength and femininity; they have the strongest relationship out of Charlie’s three children. The two of them do book swaps with what they can and can usually be found discussing in depth some sort of philosophy.

Vox:

Margret isn’t fond of Vox in the slightest. She believes that the relationship he has with Beatrice isn’t healthy and she tries her best to warn Bea away, though her younger sister never listens.

Husk:

Margret sees Husk as an alcoholic uncle - he tells good war stories and usually smells like the cheap booze he drinks like water.

Trivia:

-Jakarva originally came up with the name ‘Margret’ during a conversation about characters. She also came up with the name ‘Beatrice’ and ‘Franklin’.

-Margret means ‘pearl’.

-Margret hates meat; to the point where she will not eat dinner if there is nothing that is completely meat free.

-She is perpetually hungry, which is a Wendigo trait.

-Margret was able to contain her Wendigo side up until the age of 12 when she snapped and consumed six demons in rapid succession. Each year since the age of 12, she has to let her Wendigo go free for around a day in order to keep herself sane; after the day she allows this, she disappears for about a week to recover herself mentally.

-Margret plays the piano, though she doesn’t do so in front of anyone since she doesn’t think it’s any good.

*We know that Alastor’s ‘ears’ are actually just hair tufts, but for the sake of our sanity, they are ears and you cannot change our minds.

((These characters are mine and @trinswhimsys , don't use without permission or anything like that, if you do use her, give us a tag))

The stories I write with her in them can be found here.

#hazbin stories #hazbin charlie #hazbin alastor #hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin oc #charlastor #charlastor child #charleston

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Bea & Buster

Bea: Buster, you need to come back and explain what's going on Bea: You've scared your sister half to death Buster: I'm sorry about Nance and I've said it to her, but I can't Bea: Yes you can, you can always talk to us Buster: Make her leave first Buster: Send her to Granddad's or wherever Bea: Right Bea: We will Buster: Mum Buster: I'm sorry, alright Bea: Whatever you've done, we can sort it Buster: Not this time Buster: It's too late Bea: It's never too late Bea: and we can do anything, that's what we do Bea: Talk to me Buster: I don't know how to say any of this Bea: Just say it Bea: Don't bother trying to sugarcoat it, I can handle it Buster: Okay Buster: There's a girl saying she's pregnant with my kid Bea: And it's possible it's yours, of course? Buster: I don't remember, but she says it is Bea: You don't remember? Buster: No Buster: I was having a bad night and I was in a state Bea: Right Bea: We'll get the paternity and then we'll go from there Bea: This doesn't affect your plan, you still go to University Buster: There's something else Buster: This girl, you know her. Bea: Who is it? Buster: It's Chloe. The same one who Nance had all those problems with Bea: Oh Buster Buster: Don't Buster: I know Bea: I see why you want Nancy out the house Bea: but you're going to have to tell her Bea: and I don't know if me and your Dad can make that right for you Buster: Yeah Buster: She's only just forgiven me for sleeping with her Bea: You've got a lot of thinking to do Bea: Do you really want her in your life for life? Buster: Of course I don't, but she's keeping the baby so there's nothing I can do about it Bea: You always have a choice Bea: she's making hers, that doesn't have to dictate yours Buster: It already has though, if it's my kid I can't just turn my back Bea: You mean you don't want to Bea: if that's what you're doing, take ownership of it now Bea: no child wants to be a burden you have to deal with Buster: Trust me, I'd love too Buster: I don't wanna have a kid Buster: Not with her and not now Buster: But it's not an option to just act like this ain't happening, is it? Bea: Of course it is Bea: but if it's yours, you're gonna know that and then you've gotta deal with that Bea: but it's still an option, let's not pretend it isn't Buster: I don't wanna be like that Buster: You all hate Drew for that exact thing Bea: That's different Bea: You're not going to then hang around and dump another child on her, are you Buster: Obviously not, but it's still gonna fuck the kid up anyway Buster: She can't do this on her own, literally, she shouldn't be doing it at all Bea: Plenty of kids don't have Dads Bea: She's got parents Bea: Don't make any decisions yet Bea: because you don't even know if it's yours Buster: Mum, you didn't hear her Buster: She's not taking this seriously in any way Buster: I'm actually scared of how much of a mess this'll be Bea: I just don't want you getting attached to an idea that might not be real Bea: it might not be your mess to sort Buster: Let's hope not Buster: I told her to get the DNA before she talks to me again Bea: I'm not trying to be harsh about it Bea: But if you can save yourself the hurt then, I'm going to try Bea: You can plan your next move when that's sorted, either way Buster: Can I stay here for a while? Bea: How long? Buster: I don't know Buster: If she gets the DNA done now that'll take a week at least, so I read, but who knows if she'll drag her feet on it Buster: Her parents don't even know yet so Bea: Silly little girl Bea: Well, if you get it sorted with your School, get your work sent over Bea: I don't have a problem with it Bea: Are you planning on telling Nancy or waiting 'til you know? Buster: I should wait but being in the house with her and not telling her is gonna be fucked up Buster: Should I stay somewhere else or what? Bea: Maybe Bea: We can't very well ask her to leave Bea: We'll give you the money if you need for a hotel Bea: I don't think you should tell her until it's confirmed Bea: no sense before Buster: Yeah okay Buster: Chlo wants me to tell her parents with her and I said I would but Rio reckons it's another mistake Buster: Tell me what you think Bea: You've talked to Rio about this? Buster: Nance contacted her looking for you Bea: Yes, but your sister said she could get nothing intelligible out of you Bea: I'm glad you calmed down though Bea: I don't know, it can't hurt to be there Bea: gives you some control over your side of it Bea: Just don't let them pressure you into conforming to what they'll want for her, or let them put all the blame at your door Buster: I won't Buster: Is Nancy alright? Bea: She's fine, just shaken up Bea: You'll need to think of something to say to tide her over Bea: or we can but Bea: you can't leave it like that, really Buster: I'll sort it Buster: Are you gonna tell dad or do I have to? Bea: I can but he'll still expect to talk to you about it Buster: I can already hear what he's gonna say, but sure Bea: Give him a chance Bea: he's been there Bea: Kind of Buster: No he hasn't. It couldn't be more different and this couldn't be a more stupid mistake to make Buster: I should know better. I do Bea: I hate to burst your bubble but you weren't part of the master plan, not just because we got one free Bea: You adapt Bea: Not going to kill you, or stop you from getting what you actually want Buster: She might. She's unhinged Bea: Buster, I might be dealing with this extraordinarily well but it's still not a time for jokes Buster: I'm not joking or laughing, mum. You know what she's like Buster: I shouldn't have trusted her when she said she had it under control, I should've insisted that she get the pill with me instead of just letting her fob me off Bea: You can't control how she behaved or behaves Bea: but you know, if it's yours, we won't let anything happen to it, yeah? Buster: You can't promise me that, can you? Buster: The first thing cancels out the second thing Bea: I can Bea: If you think I'd let anything happen to you or my grandchild then you don't know me very well at all Buster: I know enough, like Buster: How the fuck did you do this, me and Nance with uni and everything? Buster: I'm not ready for any of it Bea: What's the alternative? Bea: Not do it? Not an option Bea: You just do Buster: You wanted to, is what you mean Buster: No matter what Buster: I don't feel that. I don't feel anything like that Buster: Not about this Bea: I wanted to have a good job, use my brain, make a lot of money Bea: I HAD to look after you two Bea: How could you? It isn't real yet Bea: you've not even seen her in person, never mind had the DNA Bea: it isn't real 'til they're here, even then, you autopilot through a lot of it, that's the truth of the matter Buster: I don't want it to be real Buster: And I don't want things that are to be ruined Bea: Then fight to make it so they aren't Buster: I'm trying Buster: However it looks to you, I always am Bea: Good Buster: Rio thinks Chlo might tell Nance before I can Buster: What happens then? Bea: Hm Bea: I hadn't thought of that Bea: Do you think she's likely? If you don't do anything to provoke her in the meantime Buster: I think she'll wanna keep me on side Buster: She cares what everyone thinks, like the only time she was real was when I mentioned telling anyone that the kid might not be mine Buster: She's gotta know that's a step too far, right? It's not like tagging Nance in morning after pics or whatever Bea: I think you're right Bea: if she does it, she does but at the end of the day, it's going to be bad regardless and you know it so Bea: don't let her rush you into doing or saying anything, that's safest still Buster: You're not wrong either Buster: Thanks Buster: And thanks for not losing it at me Bea: What's the point? Bea: It's done now, you have to deal with it and so do I Buster: But it's my fault, I did it so you can be angry if you want Bea: No Bea: What's it going to achieve? Bea: I'm hardly thrilled but Buster: It made me feel better, for a second Bea: Well, I hope it's worth it when refurnishing your room is coming out of your account Buster: 'Cause shopping is such a punishment Bea: What do you want, grounding? Bea: You're not a child anymore, Buster Buster: Obviously not, can't be if I'm gonna have one myself Bea: Well, debateable but pretty much Buster: Well, if I'm gonna do a decent job of it, like Bea: Don't get carried away yet Bea: Focus on getting your head on straight Buster: Calm down, mum I'm not gonna rush out to meet Chlo and baby shop Bea: I mean it Bea: That'll fuck you up Buster: Like I'm not fucked up already Buster: But I hear you, okay Bea: You're fine Buster: You have seen my room, yeah? Bea: I meant on the whole Bea: and you'll be fine Bea: I assume wherever you are now you aren't smashing it to pieces so Buster: I'm not trying to get banned from every pub in the area Buster: Especially if you're letting me stay here Bea: That's what I thought Buster: Send dad over if he really wants that chat Bea: I'll take you up on that Buster: Keep it public so he can't fight me Bea: Behave Buster: Tell that to him Bea: He'll be fine Bea: Strict instructions Buster: Yeah? Bea: I don't need more broken furniture in my life thank you Buster: Do you need me to come back and clean up, for real? Bea: It'll be waiting for you whenever you get back, I'm not touching it Bea: We've cordoned the area off so Nance's bloody baby doesn't get any glass in its paws, heaven forbid Buster: 😂 Bea: Do we need to send Rio a sympathy fruit basket or? Buster: I mean, who's gonna say no to such a tempting offer Bea: You weren't awful were you Bea: Poor girl Buster: No more than usual Buster: She can handle it Bea: Yes but it's not her job to handle it, not that I blame Nance Buster: I told her to go but she wouldn't Bea: She's not afraid of you Bea: Good on her Bea: I'll give her a bottle with her fruit basket Buster: Like anyone in this fam is Buster: Even Nance lasted well considering Buster: She got the worst of it Bea: Yeah Bea: Well she's made of tough stuff Buster: Which one of them are we talking about now? Bea: Both, I'm sure Buster: Yeah Bea: Where are you? Dad's now heading off Buster: [sends location because I'm lazy and can't think of one] Bea: Well, we're back to London tomorrow Bea: so, I'll see you when you're back? Buster: I'll do my best not to trash my room there too when I am Buster: And I'll keep you posted on the Chlo situation Bea: If you could, would be greatly appreciated Bea: Of course, let us know if you need anything Buster: Yeah, I will Buster: I know I've already said it, but thanks Bea: No problem, kid

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