#also creating the effect of her slamming her arm.

[umblrspectrum]

i think the idea of v finding uzis last name hilarious is a really funny one

[jaderabbitt]

Incidents

Incidents:

the many, many times in which people find out about the existence of you—Mrs. Barnes.

or,

you’re Bucky’s wife; you also happen to be an augmented Hydra experiment. people often forget both those things.

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This is planned as a first part to a connected drabble series!

Word Count: unknown, i wrote this in notes.

Tags: fluff, tension, comedy, pre-established relationship, threats of violence, canon divergent, no physical descriptions of reader, no descriptions of reader’s power (yet), no use of Y/N.

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Bucky’s jaw clenched as his ringtone went off a second time. He had let it go to voicemail the first time, pointedly glaring at both Sam and Dr. Raynor. The psychologist simply quirked an eyebrow in his direction, tapping her pen against that infernal notebook.

Sam, however, seized the opportunity to continue being the biggest pain in Bucky’s ass. “You gonna answer that, man?”

“No.”

“I think you should answer it, James,” came the doctor’s infuriatingly calm tone.

Bucky ground his teeth together, reaching for his phone, slammed it on the table, and declined the call.

Dr. Raynor didn’t seem to understand the gravity of that simple action, but Sam and Bucky tensed up immediately. Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose instantly in regret. Sam’s mouth hung open, ready to catch the next fly that hatched within the room.

“You did not-“

“I did.”

“She’s gonna kill you.”

“I know.” Bucky groaned, a timidness in his voice. His vibranium arm whirred as it clenched into a fist, the sound of metal grinding against metal echoing in the emptiness of the interrogation room. Dr. Raynor had a puzzled look, her eyes glancing between the two men sat across the table.

“Alright, what’s going on here? Who is ‘she’, James?” She asked, her tone dropping from ‘therapist’ to ‘confused veteran’ in that instant.

Sam once again gaped, his eyes rapidly going back and forth between the other two in the room, as if he just figured out the murderer in Clue. His finger pointed accusingly at Bucky, “You didn’t tell her?!”

“No shit! Of course I didn’t tell her!” Bucky whisper-yelled, exasperated.

“‘Her’ is sitting right here, and would like an explanation, James.”

Bucky groaned again, covering his face with both hands and slouching back in his chair, defeated.

“It’s my-“ “It’s his-“

Sam and Bucky started at the same time, but both were cut off by the sound of ringing, for the third time. Both of their heads slowly turned towards the phone on the table, and then to each other. The fear on both their faces was evident, knowing who was on the other end of the call. Bucky slowly reached for the phone and flipped it open, hesitantly pressing the green ‘answer’ key, and bringing the device to his ear.

“Put me on speaker.” Came the dreaded voice, nearly shocking his entire system. He pulled the device away from his ear, nervously complying.

“Hello, Sam.”

Sam swallowed audibly, and Bucky cursed silently. Sam replied with a greeting and your name, his voice wavering with barely concealed fear. Dr. Raynor simply watched on with intrigue.

“James Buchanan Barnes, I’m giving you sixty seconds to meet me at the precinct doors. You will join us, Sam.”

“Yes, ma’am,” both men answered, immediately scrambling to get out the room as quickly as possible as soon as they heard the click of the line going dead. Dr. Raynor long forgotten, both men disrupted the chaos of the precinct as they hauled ass to get to the doors as quickly as possible.

Of course, John Walker and his weirdly named sidekick stood in their way.

“Move.” Bucky growled, not wanting to use excessive force to move Walker himself in the middle of a police precinct. That would look very bad on his pardon record.

Of course, Walker had continued to try and talk to the two, effectively wasting their time without knowing what lay in wait past him.

That was, until one of the doors behind him slammed into the wall, creating a dent. Bucky and Sam cringed, leaning to peer behind Walker.

There you were, stood in the doorway, one arm outstretched to hold the door open. Your face was still and emotionless, but Bucky could see the scathing anger in your eyes. He made to walk towards you, but watched with curiosity as John Walker beat him to it.

Oh, this is gonna be good.

For the first time since seeing each other again, him and Sam agreed. They almost forgot that they were the ones in the hot seat when you turned your glare over to Walker.

“Excuse me, who are you?”

Your face turned into a sneer. “Who are you?” You reflected back, clearly not in the mood to interact with the man in the weird patriotic get-up.

“John Walker, Captain America, ma’am,” he announced, flashing you that practiced grin. It faltered a little when your expression only seemed to harden. Bucky had to hide his face behind his hand to prevent himself from laughing. Sam looked down, biting his lip, but his sly grin was clear as day.

“You’ll be Captain John Doe in a second if you don’t get the fuck out of my way.” You hissed, your hands clenching and unclenching by your sides like you were warming up the muscles.

Walker blinked, suddenly unsure of himself. He looked over to Lemar Hoskins.

“Did she just…”

“Threaten a government agent? Yeah, I think she did,” Hoskins replied.

Bucky finally decided to intervene before you did something rash. “As fun as it would be to watch her make your face unrecognizable, I think we should be going,” he nodded his head towards Sam, signaling him along.

“You know her, Barnes?”

“I would hope so. I’ve been married to her for 11 years.” *

Your left hand came up to press against his stubbled cheek, and he could feel the cold press of your ring against his skin. He kissed the inside of your palm gently, looking down at you. Your gaze softened considerably once you had him close. It made his heart ache, knowing that he had kept something from you and this was how you found out.

“James?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Get inside the car before I personally deliver you to the nearest Hydra cell.”

He shivered. “Yes, ma’am.”

As Bucky promptly made his way out, you pointed a finger at Sam, making a ‘come hither’ motion. He followed quickly, keeping his head down as a precaution. He couldn’t sweet talk his way out like Bucky could.

John Walker was left stupefied, and more-so unwilling to believe two things:

Bucky Barnes was married.

Bucky Barnes was married, and there was no record of it that had showed up when he was digging into his past.

So, either he lied (which was improbable given what just occurred), or you were the hardest woman to track on Planet Earth.

He was determined to find out who you were.

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*You married Bucky in Romania pre-the events of CA:CW. You had been together as assets but only married once you were both free. 11 years comes from the years difference between CA:TWS and FATWS + 5 years for Blip. If this math is wrong, let me know!

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Comments, reblogs, likes appreciated ❤️ asks are open!

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[puppybei]

Unsaid Dreams

Chapter 6 (Series Masterlist)

Pairing: Modernau!Sukuna x Mother!Reader

Genre: Hidden Baby Trope

Summary: Reader opens up a bakery after running away from her three year relationship with Sukuna, effectively ghosting him and hiding away in the middle of the countryside. Unknown to Sukuna, reader also had a baby, and now is living peacefully until an unfateful meeting starts to pull her back into the life she so desperately escaped from.

Tw: Misunderstandings!! So many of them!! Sukuna curses like twice. Sukuna slams a door in your face. Hana calls you mumma. Domestic life!!!

Wc: 2.7k

The room was enveloped in silence as you finally stopped talking, Hana fast asleep in your arms by the time it was an hour to midnight. Sukuna was quiet throughout the entire ordeal, sometimes he looked like he wanted to interject and would open his mouth, only for you to shake your head and he would sit back down.

He had run his fingers through his gelled hair, a few strands falling out of place and you were itching to fix it up for him, old habits die hard. Some way through the recollection Sukuna had shrugged off his suit jacket and the two fist shaped sugar marks stared at you mockingly. 

“Why didn’t- fuck I don’t even-,”

You jerked your head towards Sukuna who was opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, guilt enveloping you as you watched him avert his gaze to the child snuggled against you.

“Do… Do you want to hold her?”

The words came out of your mouth before you realized it, shocking yourself as you watched Sukuna’s reaction. 

His huge arms reached out, hand almost trembling as he placed his hand on top of Hana’s head, the child shifting in her sleep as she tried to move closer to the source of warmth. 

The man jerked his hand back, shoving it in his pocket as he stood up from the chair, looking over your figure,

“You’re exhausted. You should get some sleep. Where’s your husband,”

For a minute there you thought the great Ryoumen Sukuna had a slip of tongue, confusion painting your features,

“My… what?”

Sukuna looked like you had personally insulted him, cocking a brow up as he stared down at you,

“Don’t act stupid with me. Where the fuck is he?,”

You could feel the incoming headache staring at the six foot man who was now looking around, like he’d suddenly find your aforementioned husband hidden in the bakery. His gazed a bit longer at the pictures decorating the pastel walls, lingering on a picture of when you had just opened the bakery up with a one year old Hana sleeping in your arms, a carefree look on your face,

Hana stirred in her sleep, restless and almost waking up from the ruckus her parents were creating. You shushed her, smoothing a hand over her hair, cooing at her as you hummed a lullaby.

Sukuna stood still, affection blooming in his chest, the feeling so foreign he thought he was sick.

“We’ll talk in the morning, I need to put Hana to sleep. See you later Sukuna.”

You stood up from the chair and Sukuna took a step forward, wrapping a hand around your upper arm,

“No the fuck not. I’m not letting you get away from me again,”

Your skin burned under his touch, turning your head around to glare at him,

“What’s that supposed to mean,”

Sukuna let go of your arm, invading your personal bubble as he moved closer, an inch away from touching you,

“I’m staying over.”

Your mouth opened in shock, whole body going stiff as you tried to process the man’s words,

“You’re going to… what?”

You asked exasperated, taking a step back though Sukuna just followed you, cutting the distance in another step,

“I’m sure your husband will understand,”

Sukuna smirks, shrugging as if this was a daily occurrence. You paused for a second, running through your choices. It was a little past midnight now, the small town barely had any hotels and you don't know if you had it in you to shun Sukuna away

You bit your lip in thought, turning your body around as you grabbed the purse off the table, casting one last backward glance at the smug man who knew he had won. 

“Just follow me,” 

Balancing Hana on one hip you started to fiddle with the purse, using the hand not supporting Hana to pry open the clasp, eyebrows furrowed as you struggled to get the purse open. Suddenly your arm didn't feel so heavy anymore, a weight lifted off your hip as you looked at Sukuna cradling Hana.

Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. When you had first moved to the small town, still a fresh student out of college and struggling both with Hana and the bakery, your mind often conjured up what life would be like if Sukuna was with you. The photo album dedicated to Sukuna was one you visited frequently after putting Hana to sleep, imagining him holding his baby, or laying next to you on those gruelling nights comforting you.

When Hana turned two, you had given up hope of him finding you. Sukuna was rich and powerful, you knew he just had to snap his fingers and he could’ve found you in less than a day. So the mere fact he didn’t try to after almost a full three years- well that was enough to stop your silly fantasies and delete the photo album that once used to comfort you.

Sukuna had one arm wrapped securely around Hana, the other patting her back as she got used to the change in position, her small body curled up against his broad chest. The size difference was comical- almost even sweet to look at. It made you wonder how married life with Sukuna could have been- a notion you gave up long ago. You shook your head, cringing internally at how quick your mind went to those fantasies, willing yourself back to reality as you finally got the backroom keys out of your bag. 

The door opened to a short lawn, a pebbled pathway leading to the steps of the small two story house. Sukuna followed behind you, dress shirt stained with Hana’s drool, a wet patch forming just below his collarbones. 

After you entered the house you took Hana from his arms, wordlessly changing her into her pajamas as she blearily sat down on her bed, letting you pull the Hello Kitty patterned shirt over her head while Sukuna stood leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed as his gaze burned holes in your back. 

You kneeled on Hana’s nursery room floor, tucking her in as you kissed her forehead, pushing back some of the stray pink hairs that stuck to her forehead, placing her beloved soft tiger plush into her arms as she drifted off.

On the other hand Sukuna was going absolutely crazy, what kind of fuck ass husband doesn’t even look after his wife? Let alone allow her to invite another man into their house in the dead of the night. If Sukuna was your husband he knew he’d cut the arm off of any man who dared to so much as look in your general direction. 

He clenched his jaw, shaking himself out of the thoughts that muddled his head. He hadn't seen any photos when he passed through the corridors of the house, drinking in every small decoration and photo with greedy eyes. He couldn’t find a photo of the man he saw five years ago yet, were you hiding him? Sukuna felt smug, you never hid him when you were together. 

In fact if he dug up the old box that contained the things you left behind he would find the thousands of framed photos where you stood so sweetly next to him, body flush against him with his favorite smile on your face- fuck he really had to stop thinking about the past. You’re not his, well not anymore. 

“The guest room is downstairs,”

Your voice shook Sukuna out of his thoughts, he stared down at you standing in front of the doorway, eyes trailing down to the expanse of your unmarked neck, then down to the dip in your shirt before he snapped his gaze back upwards.

He finally moved from the doorway, ears tinged red as he turned his head away from you. Still watching you as you descended down the stairs, opening the door to your guest room. You were patting down the pillows, trying to make the room look a bit more presentable when you felt Sukuna behind you, hand on your hip as he pulled you back upright, glaring at you again, 

“Just go sleep, it’s not like I haven’t seen worse” 

You opened your mouth to argue back but Sukuna merely pushed you out of the room, slamming the door in your face as you heard him fall into the bed with a grunt. 

“Good to know you haven't changed jerk,”

You mumbled under your breath, going to the master bedroom, changing out of your clothes and doing your nightly routine before falling asleep a little before one in the morning. 

The blaring alarm woke you up from your deep sleep, forcing you to pull the covers off your body and make your way to the nursery. Hana was still fast asleep by the time you opened her room, gently coaxing her awake so she wouldn’t be in a foul mood first thing in the morning. She followed you into the washroom, brushing her teeth while still half asleep. You left her there after finishing your own morning routine, letting her take her time through everything  

Sukuna was surprisingly awake, manspreading on the way too small dining table as his knees hit the underside every time he shifted in an effort to get more comfortable. A computer sat in front of him, blue light dancing on his face as he typed away in the dark living room. 

“Unusual for you to be up so early,”

He almost snapped his head from moving so fast to glare at you, stopping the incessant typing that was quite frankly starting to get on your nerves if you were being honest, 

“Your husband didn’t come home all night, he cheating on you?” 

You stopped yourself from mixing in the pancake batter, turning around to look at Sukuna who had completely leaned back on the chair, legs spread in front of him like he owned the house you were paying for. 

“Listen I think we should clear something up-”

Hana chose that exact moment to come barging into the living room, her outfit making her red eyes stand out. You smiled at her, turning to face her as she ran up into your arms, 

“Hi baby, did you sleep well?” 

She nodded enthusiastically, her pink hair ticking your face as she wrapped her arms around your neck and glared at Sukuna,

“Mumma, why's the mean man still here?”

She tried to whisper into your ear, holding a hand next to her mouth as if that would make her voice any lower, 

‘The fuck you call me kid?”

Sukuna cursed and you glared at him while Hana stuck her tongue out. You set her down on the counter, mixing the batter with a whisk as Hana took a piece of toast, kicking her legs back and forth as she chewed on it quietly, Oh she could be such an angel when she wanted.

‘Mumma you’re getting dirty,” 

Hana scowled at the patches of white flour on the fabric of your clothes, pointing it out with her index finger, 

“Hana! Don’t point at people, that's very rude baby,” 

You scolded, moving closer to her and taking the piece of bread from her hands. Your back was turned to Sukuna so you didn't notice when he had moved behind you, grabbing an apron and looping it over your head. His fingers brushed past your back as he tied the bow securely, 

“Still as clumsy as ever woman.” 

His warm breath tickled the skin of your neck, heat rising up your cheeks as you stared at Hana who was pulling you closer, still glaring at Sukuna. He took a step back once he was done, the loss of heat almost made you whine. You hadn’t felt another man’s touch in a long while and Sukuna’s presence was doing much more damage than it should be doing.

“You should stay- for breakfast I mean,”

You turned around to look at Sukuna who was leaning against the kitchen marble, gazing at you fondly. That look only spurred your mind to rush back to how you felt when you were his, butterflies swarming in your stomach at the mere thought. 

“I have to drop Hana off and I’ll get your jacket cleaned too, we haven’t finished talking have we?’

Sukuna looked confused, looking at the jacket that was folded over one of the dining table chairs, finally noticing the fist shaped marks of powdered sugar, scowling at the sight. You were sure if you took a picture of Sukuna and Hana scowling side by side they could be mistakened for siblings,

The pancakes were finished and placed in front of Hana who sat on her tiny table, you pulled a chair next to her as she babbled on, gently combing through her hair, doing two twin ponytails while Sukuna went back to his work, sneaking glances at you every now and then. 

A sick, twisted part of you secretly enjoyed this, the familiarity of it all, the comfortable silence that you missed with Sukuna. The domesticity that you craved for so long ago was finally being granted to you. 

As Hana put her bag on, Sukuna interjected, shutting his computer off as he got up from the dining table for a second time, suit jacket folded over his arm and hands tucked into his pocket. His hair had fallen into his forehead, the lack of gel was driving him crazy as he constantly pushed the hair backwards, 

“I’ll come with you and the kid, don’t want you to run away while I’m not there,” 

He mumbled, pressing close to you as he grabbed the kid in his arms. Hana made a noise of protest but after she looked at you she kept quiet. You wondered how you looked to her right now, so many mornings you wished for a bit more time to yourself, for someone else to carry Hana on the twenty minute walk to the kindergarten. She was always so perceptive it made you feel guilty,

“Okay,”

You replied before changing into more appropriate clothes, meeting Sukuna at the doorstep where he held Hana up with one arm, biceps bulging around the fabric of his dress shirt as he folded his sleeves up to his elbow. The other hand held Hana’s bag, the pink bag standing out against the black suit Sukuna had on. 

Hana was babbling to Sukuna, a mischievous glint in her eye as she pulled at the strands of his pink hair, pointing to her own and giggling, Sukuna was grunting in response, amusing her even when he didn’t have to. 

The sight brought a warm feeling to your chest, wondering if hiding your child from him all those years ago was really the correct choice when they got along so well.

“Let’s go,”

You patted Hana’s back and Sukuna nodded at you, leaving the house and the bakery, letting you lead the way to the kindergarten. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over him every now and then- it wasn't a crime to enjoy good eye candy.

Hana was finally put down five minutes away from the kindergarten, she insisted on holding Sukunas hand who looked at you smugly as if he won some secret kind of competition that you were unaware you were even participating in. 

You had made a few friends with the other parents, waving to the mothers as their expressions morphed to disbelief at the six foot man who was saying his goodbyes to Hana. The five year old pressed a kiss to your cheek before running to Ren. Aoi’s son. 

Sukuna was standing right behind you, breathing into you neck as Aoi walked up to you with a suspicious expression,

“This is?” 

She started, giving one look over to Sukuna who had crossed his arms, stepping closer to you till his chest was flush against your back, giving a lazy look over to Aoi. You wanted to bury yourself in a ditch- truly why was the universe so against you trying to live your life, 

“This is Sukuna he’s-” 

Aoi clapped her hands in front of her face, a grin over taking her features as she put the pieces together, you had never bothered telling other people about your situation. You gave the same generative answer to anyone who asked about Hanai’s father- 

“Ah! He must be your husband! Hana looks just like him!” 

And there it was. 

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A/n: posting without my usual proof reader reading it because I need to get this chapter out of my system heh I feel so evil for doing this my apologies in advance!

[liveontelevision]

Hi! I wasnt exactly sure if you’re taking request but i was hoping for something with Lucifer and a babysitter reader. Maybe they baby sat Charlie, and they just have a lot of tension. And then maybe them reuniting after him and lilith have split and it all goes down 👀

Love your slowburny Lucifer fics 🙏🙏

!!!

First off, thank you! I'm really glad you enjoy my stuff! I've been struggling with writing recently, so your request was perfectly timed lol

Also Yes! I'm always taking requests!

Plus, it's such a good request.. so good, I had way too many ideas for how it could go. So - this is a 2 parter >:) Suffer

CW: No smut yet, just suggestive fluff for now

(Edit- This series is complete! All parts are on my master list and I'll tag them here aa well!)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Suffer | Lucifer x Reader

It really was a happy day in Hell when the royals introduced an heir to the throne. A darling daughter, who was the first of her kind; A hellborn baby, birthed by a sinner and an archangel. No one really knew what to expect or what kind of powers she held. But they had to be immense. She had to be some kind of beast, based on her genes alone. In theory. 

One look at her, all swaddled up in her mother's arms, Lucifer fell in love all over again. Sure, he was ecstatic to hear that he was having a child, but he didn't realize how much of an effect she’d have on him. She was an absolute angel. Mostly. Great powers must be controlled, and that isn't exactly something an infant can comprehend. It was innocent at first, with little fireworks coming from fingertips, toys being lost in portals, and horns and tails emerging during temper tantrums. Nothing a good nanny couldn't fix. 

That’s what Lillith’s mindset was, at least. It was a heated debate between the married couple, with Lucifer arguing a child needs to be loved and adored by their parents. He was willing to put in the time, why wasn't she? Of course, Lilith was a busy demon, with the whole empowering demonkind with her voice and songs thing, but too busy to handle her own baby?

“She’s gonna be an adult before we know it. Can’t you spend a few decades seeing her grow up..?” Lillith delicately takes her cutlery to her mouth, picking at the dinner she shared with her husband, who was seated on the other end of their lengthy table.

“Unlike you, my love, I have duties to attend to. Someone has to keep things running smoothly, to keep every demon’s hopes as high as they can be. You remember what it was like falling, being all alone and left in an unfamiliar world? I wouldn't want anyone else to feel that way. Would you?” He hated to agree, but did so anyway. She always knew what to say to make him feel guilty. Either way, she was right. He really didn't do much nowadays. He worked in his shop more, his newborn daughter becoming a great source of inspiration, but Lillith handled most of the publicity. Which, in Hell, is one of the only purposes for royalty. Lucifer didn't need to create life anymore, Hellborn creations were multiplying just fine. Probably a little too much, actually. He had all the free time in the world to shower his daughter with affection. 

“ I mean..! I guess not, but they're filthy little demons, and this is your daughter! You want to leave her in the hands of some stranger? It’s just.. not right..! She needs a mother, Lily!” He was clearly passionate about this. Slamming his fists on the table, he sent ripples through the poured wine in front of Lillith’s plate.

“Lucifer. You’re causing a scene.” He hated when she said that, too. And again, he shrunk back in his seat, keeping his mouth shut. They had been drifting apart for a while, the distance not doing them any favors. He had no interest in interacting with demonkind and was fully comfortable with letting Lillith take that on, so they became more distant as she tended to Hell’s growing population.

When she rose from her seat, he finally perked up, hoping to meet her eyes. She was already halfway out of the room. “I’ll do all the work, darling, not to worry. I’ll make sure any candidate is thoroughly interviewed and trained, I promise.” Her voice was reassuring, even with the heartless subject matter. Leaving Lucifer alone in the room with some imps that usually stand along the walls, he spotted her almost untouched plate. pushing away from the table, he nearly knocked his heavy, ornamented chair onto the ground and left through another exit.

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“Oh, Charlie.. Your mother loves you very much.” He swung the bundled-up baby in his arms, reveling in the sound of her giggles. Pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, he placed her carefully in her golden crib. Standing over her, he leaned onto the railing, watching her large red eyes flutter shut. “And.. I will shelter and adore you, sweetheart. I love you, more than anything.” He wiped a little tear that began to well up in his eye when he spoke and struggled to finally pull himself away. Protecting himself from his intrusive thoughts, he held his arms across his chest and turned to leave her nursery.

“Aww, that was so sweet..” The figure leaning in the doorframe caused him to let out a startled yelp. “Who the Hell.. You have to leave, whoever you are.” He became immediately defensive, holding his hand away from the crib in some form of protection, but he still spoke in a hushed voice. If you were just an imp he wouldn't be as worked up, but you were a sinner. A sinner who suddenly appeared in his daughter’s room. “O-oh! Um, sorry, I thought the queen would’ve.. I’m your new nanny..?” You let out a nervous chuckle, shrugging your tensed shoulders. And now? You’re admitting you're the very demon who’ll be raising his daughter alongside him. He dropped his arms, letting out a scoff, clearly unenthused. Looking you up and down, he stood there staring daggers. After a moment of awkward silence, you held out your hand to shake his, but he didn’t respond to it.

“What are your qualifications? Where did you come from? What makes you think you’re worthy of laying hands on my daughter? The princess of Hell?” He circled you, in an attempt to intimidate you, despite his small stature. “Well, um... When I was alive, I was the oldest kid at the foster house I grew up in. It wasn’t the best facility, so I basically raised most of the girls there.. I’ve seen it all, I guarantee.” You tried to lighten the mood with a quick smile, but it didint do much. “And Lillith approves of you?” You nodded, gripping the hem of your skirt nervously. “Hm. I am not as easily swayed as my wife. She’s my daughter, too. You’ll have to do better than - “ An ear-piercing wale comes from behind him. The commotion must've woken Charlie up. “Oh! No no nono..” His demonic presence faded to reveal what he really was. A father. He scooped her up and cooed, hushing her and swaying her slowly. It did nothing to help. That’s when another fact clicked in your mind; he wasn’t just a father, he was a new father. He lets out a nervous groan, wiping tears away from her heated cheeks.

“Your majesty..?” You slowly approached him, both of you still on edge. “May I?” He was clearly still debating the idea, but another loud wail had him hesitantly passing the swaddled child to your arms. He had such a light hold on her, you noticed his hands trembling when he finally released her into your grasp. You held her close, her front against your chest as you hummed in a low tone a little tune. You picked up a little trick, the vibrations from your chest helped calm her down. The action of swaying the baby and engrossing yourself in the little song running through your head actually calmed the both of you. You still spoke softly, in a low tone, “Thank you, sir. For trusting me with her, i mean. I’ll be here for anything you need. Anything she needs.” You sent him a warm smile. He simply nodded his head slowly, still witnessing the miracle that is someone with experience caring for a child. Maybe this could work out.. What could go wrong?

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“I’m gonna getcha!” A high-pitched giggle filled the corridors of the manor, Lucifer rounds the corner to follow after his surprisingly speedy toddler. He was mostly having fun with this little game of tag but was also mildly concerned by her growing distance. “Gotcha!” A pair of arms swooped down from around another corner, scooping Charlie up as she let out a playful yelp. You held her in a tight hug, before adjusting your position to hold her up comfortably. Lucifer panted, smiling at the sight of you and his daughter, despite him being out of breath. “G-good catch.. Hoof..!” He stretches his arms upwards, then places them on the small of his back. “Aren’t you the most powerful being in Hell? Why are you acting like a middle-aged dad with a broken back?” you laughed through your words, the sound making Charlie laugh along. He stood up straight and crossed his arms over his chest, a pout on his face. “Uh, It’s for fun? Ever heard of playing pretend?” You bit your lip to prevent yourself from mocking him anymore. “Don’t laugh!” You shook your head, then watched him open his arms out to you. Or, to Charlie, actually, but you stepped back instead of handing her over. “Oh, I forgot to remind you, you actually have to head to the Heaven Embassy in a bit, so I’m gonna put Charlie down for her nap instead.” He dropped his arms and grimaced. “Right..”

This mid-day nap was a sort of tradition for Lucifer and his daughter. It was one of the few moments that Lucifer looked forward to these days. You knew that. As much as you enjoyed your job, it came with the unfortunate privilege of seeing Lucifer in his slumps. You rarely saw Lillith, actually, but that made sense. You were only here for Charlie while Lillith couldnt be. When you did spot her iin passing, you’d hand Charlie over and let the two of them have a sweet interaction, usually a quick hug and peck on the forehead, but that was usually it. You’d always notice Charlie clinging onto your shoulder and looking back in her mother’s direction whenever she handed her daughter back to you. It always crushed your heart to hear her go silent after those moments.

“Actually, I was wondering if you’d want to help get her ready for the gala tonight? You should be back in time and it won't take long. Lilith only wants her to make a quick appearance, so it shouldn't be too much work.. Good bonding moment, too!” His eyes sparkled at your invitation and he was quick to accept it. “Thank you, dear. I’ll find you after that meeting.” As he goes to walk past you, he places a hand on your back. He does this often, but as the years went on, it shifted from your shoulder to your shoulderblade, and now he delicately places his hand on your lower back whenever he can. It made you anxious at first.. Was anxious the right word? Either way, you didn't stop him.

He leaned in to place a kiss on Charlie’s forehead, becoming increasingly close to your own face. It wasn't a quick motion. He pressed a dramatic kiss onto her head, letting out a mwah! sound as he pulled back. But before he did, he looked up to you with half-lidded eyes. The eye contact seemed to last forever. And you ever wanted it to stop. A small hand came up and patted Lucifer’s cheek, a childish giggle breaking the moment between you two. What were you thinking? He’s your employer, he’s a king. He’s kind, and sweet, and tries really hard to be a good dad. Nope! Stop it.

“Right! Meeting! Heaven! Gonna.. Yup, I’ll see you.. Uh..” You finished off his words, “ - tonight?”

“Exactly! You got it! Bye, Darling!” He waved his hand off and walked off in a random direction that you were pretty sure didn't lead to where he was supposed to go. “I-I was talking to Charlie, by the way!” You heard from around the corner. You couldn’t stop your laughter with that one. “I know.” You said it softly, not letting him hear the slight disappointment in your voice.

The Gala wasn't a new event, Lillith held them often. Lucifer made his appearance with Charlie, then usually would make up some excuse to get out of the room. Gathering the leaders of each ring of Hell and some of the more powerful overlords, and demons, it was still a big deal. You dressed up Charlie often, since she would throw a temper tantrum when any of the stylists would try to get her ready. You didn't mind, you actually enjoyed prettying her up. You stalled for as long as you could, before beginning to dress her. You wanted to wait for Lucifer, but you assumed he got caught up in some kingly duties. It wasn’t that big of a deal. Don’t be upset. Stop missing him.

“Sorry - Sorry! I'm here!” The blonde demon rounds the corner, hopping on his one foot to balance himself before stopping firmly in Charlie's room. He was wearing an incredibly elegant suit. A dark purple sash cinches His waist, which was only visible because his jacket was hung over his shoulder. His shirt was speckled in gold, matching his hair when under certain light. “Had to convince them I could finish getting ready on my own! Damn stylists, can't catch a break with them.” He let out an awkward laugh, followed by a hoot. He sees Charlie, in her dark purple dress, with small poofed out sleeves, made of a transparent tool. “Charchar! Look at you, kiddo!” He scooped her up and held her close while he swung around. “You're beautiful, sweetheart.” He knew she wouldn't understand that until she was older, but never stopped him from praising her.

He pressed his forehead against hers, laughing along with her. You hated to break the tender moment, but you cleared your throat, bringing the attention back to you. “She's just about ready, just got her hair left.” He placed her back in the chair as you went for a brush. Working through her hair piece by piece, Lucifer suddenly stopped you. “Um.. can I try?” You nodded eagerly, handing the brush over. He swiped slowly, ebing startled by the crunch of a knot, he froze and pulled it away. “It’s okay, you won't hurt her - “ You didn't need to help him this way. Honestly, if anyone were to come in and witness this you could be fired. Still keeping that in mind, you place your hand over his, and guide the brush indirectly, to carefully work through her hair.

After far too long, you pulled your hand away and went to grab some other accessories. His brain was completely fried by the interaction, if this were some looney cartoon, smoke would be puffing out his ears. You weren't as calm as you were coming off as either. Why did you do that? You’d face a fate worse than a second death if anyone saw that. After letting your face cool down, you turned back and bumped Lucifer over with your hip, to take his spot directly behind Charlie. Placing your hands on her shoulders and kneeling down a bit you smile at her reflection. “What do we think, hun? Ponytail? Pigtails? Buns?”

“Braids!” You look at her with a questioning hum. “Pleease!” Braids it is. You start to section off her hair and quickly wrap one clean braid down her back. It only took you a few minutes to do it, leaving bystander Lucifer to sit in awe. He did that a lot. Whenever you’d do something with Charlie that came as second nature to you, he would watch intently. After you noticed his gaze, you began showing him how to do whatever task you had on hand. He needed those moments with her, you knew that. “Wanna give it a shot?” He jumps, as if you had just caught him doing something he shouldn't be doing. “A-Are you sure? It looks kind of complicated, I don't want to ruin her hair if - “ You interrupted his nervous rambling by calling out his title. “I’ll show you, just come watch.” He nodded, almost too quickly, and rushed to stand near you. Very near you. He stood close enough to let your shoulders touch whenever you would lift your arm a certain way. You unfurled the braid you had already done, making Lucifer let out a little sound of disappointment, that you’d ruined your hard work just for him. After attempting to explain it, he manages to struggle his way through a messy braid. He saw you holding in some kind of laugh and sent you daggers.  “No - no! It’s good! Especially for your first time, it’s holding up pretty well! Here - “ You pulled the braid back out, then restarted it, letting him pick it up at an easier place. You took his wrists every so often, to turn his hand in the proper direction before letting him go on.

The focus between the two of you suddenly became intense. He stuck out his tongue a bit, too engrossed in his styling to notice. You stood behind him, your hands pressed on his back, while you stood on your tip toes to observe what he was doing from over his shoulder. Pointing out little pieces of hair that were falling out, you would reach out your pointer finger to gesture towards it, only bringing you a bit closer together.

“Is.. Is that it?” He stepped back slowly, giving you the chance to back away with him. You swung around and examined the braid that he had probably spent too much time on, with an overly dramatic hum. Tapping your chin and squinting your eyes, you researched the braid as if it were some puzzle to solve. “It looks great, Lucifer.” Looking towards him, you were expecting an overly confident grin at the acknowledged accomplishment but instead, was met with a wide-eyed bundle of nerves.

“Sir! I-It looks good, Sir! Well - I’ll let you finish getting ready and take Charlie to -” Reaching out your hands to pick Charlie up, Lucifer stops you by grabbing your arm. “It’s okay! I mean, that’s.. That’s my name! Makes sense for you to call me that, considering its my name, so - “ He lets you go and starts fiddling with the clasps on his sleeves. “It’s okay.. for you to do that..” You smile to yourself, going back to tidying up Charlie’s get-up, doing little things like putting on her darling little shoes and tying a ribbon at the end of her hair.

Lucifer then stood in front of the mirror, brushing off his shirt and slipping on his jacket. It was a dazzling plum-colored suit coat, with golden clasps across his torso, and a golden shoulder plate, that allowed a sheer cape to drape down his left side. He was absolutely stunning. You did your best to avert your eyes, staring at him felt like staring at the sun. You only turned in his direction when he cleared his throat to get your attention. “Sorry.. dear, but uh… If you’re done with Charlie, I just - I’m struggling a little bit here..” You watched him attempt to adjust his lopsided tie, finally drooping his head with a sigh of defeat. “Wow, I thought you wore one of those every day, what’s the problem?” The teasing always helped lighten the mood, you placed your hand on your hip as you leaned your weight onto the vanity.  He glared at you again, letting out a huff before mumbling under his breath. “It’s a clip on..”

You let out a breath you had been holding in, partially from keeping in your laughter, but mostly from the nerves. With the combination of you wearing house slippers, and him wearing his particularly taller pair of boots, he managed to look down at you when you approached him. You should've made it a quick motion, you’ve tied bowties dozens of times, so it definitely wasn't a new task for you. But instead, you took your time. You carefully traced your hands up to his neck, tugging on both ends to pull it as far forward as it could go. You stopped to straighten the collar of his shirt, then delicately knotted the tie with ease. Your breath became heavier when you rested your hands on the finally tied bow, feeling his heart pounding against the side of your palm. After he caught you in your act, he stepped back, the image of his wife suddenly popping into his head. “Ahha.. Well, um - Thank you. I’ll take Charlie, it’s about that time anyway!”

"R-Right.." you suddenly felt guilty for your actions, worrying that you overstepped some lines. He didn't seem upset or uncomfortable, he was just silent. As he lifted Charlie from her chair, the vision of the two of them left you breathless. A beautiful pair, with porcelain skin contrasting against a palette of muted purples, and the biggest, brightest eyes. Charlie's braid hung loosely down her back, same golden strands accented in the light off the room. You almost wanted to be in the moment with them.

"Hey, so.. if you think you have time, you're welcome to go down to the ballroom for a drink or.. something... if you want." He really had to consider if that was a good idea. The thought was sitting on his mind while he enjoyed the view of your focused expression on his tie. He watched your eyes light up at the notion, his heart swelling with.. with something.  "Oh! I mean - The queen talks about it like it's this big important fancy thing, but.. if you think it'll be okay.. I'll - um - " She thought for a moment, looking around the room. "I don't exactly have anything to wear.. I'll join next time, if the invites still open?" You smiled, but it was strained. And he could tell. "No problem! I'll have her find something for you, then you can slip in whenever you want. No pressure!"

With a wave of his hand, a little imp girl came from a portal he had conjured up. Peeking inside, you saw a vast collection of gowns. The imp took your hand and dragged you in silently. You stumbled, then stammered something out, something that should've been a thank you, or a show of appreciation, but you were too stunned by the situation. He waved, then Charlie waved, then the two were out of the room.

The picture of them together ran through your mind. Not just them in matching outfits, but whenever he would press his forehead against hers, or he would show off his horns when Charlie was prodding at her own. Or when they really seemed like a family. Lillith was never in those pictures. Fuck, don't be jealous. You're getting paid far too much money to feel anything like that. Plus, you're being treated to an elegant evening gown without even asking. You don't get to be jealous.

Luckily, the imp rolled out a rack of dresses, it was stuffed to the brim, but was still a more manageable collection compared to the entire room. You sifted through them, and each one that twisted your face, she took off the hanger and set aside. After narrowing it down, you were stuck on two dresses; a sultry red dress, with an incredibly high slit and a stretched velvet material that hugged you in all the right places. Definitely a head turner. Even if this gala had a V.I.P list, maybe some handsome individual could help you distract yourself.

But the other option was a glistening lavender color, the neckline went across your shoulders, turning to gloves that tapered at your knuckles. A sheer corset held your curves in place, and it was paired with pearl accessories, to go with your sleek white heels. Both were gorgeous of course, but turning your hips and taking in how you looked in that lavender gown.. you could see yourself fitting quite nicely into your mental picture of Lucifer and Charlie. You would never admit that's why you picked it. You were prettied up, your hair pulled to one side with pearl clips scattered within the strands, and a little touch of makeup that you really didnt want, but was convinced without a word by the stylist. You looked like royalty. And that made you feel good in so many ways.

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Lucifer said you could "sneak in", and you thought it best to take that literally. Waving and greeting all the workers in the kitchen that you knew, you finally slipped through the door where the caterers traveled from. You went straight for the bar, not because you needed a drink - well, I'm sure that's part of it - but because you had no idea what to do. What, were you supposed to walk straight up to Lucifer? Or Lillith? The idea of seeing Lillith suddenly made your stomach churn. You realized that you actually got there in time to see the introductions for most of the more esteemed guests. They went through the sins, who were larger than life, then a flared announcement for the Morningstar family was belted out.

Lucifer stood with a devilish grin, looking handsome as always. Lillith was still stunning, her gown trailing behind her.. but it was black. It wasn’t purple, or plum, or lilac, it was just black. It may not have looked like a contrast to everyone, but it upset you for some reason. Charlie stood between them, looking incredibly calmed considering the intensity of the moment. Lillith was holding her small hand, but the difference in height made her strain to keep their fingers intertwined. You cringed watching her stand on the tip of her toes to keep contact with her own mother.

Quietly, as to not interupt the announcements, you beckoned the bartender to bring you a drink. You sat and sipped, your back arched as you leaned your weight onto your elbows. What were you doing here? Was this all worth it? To have your little Cinderella transformation? 

"Hello, darling.. and who might you be?" A sultry voice came from behind, causing you to swivle in the chair to face where it came from. It wasn't Lucifer, which left you mildly disapointed, but you definitely weren't upset at the curvy woman standing in front of you, wearing a dress that left nothing to the imagination. The swishing demonic tail wasn't something you hated either. A real fox.

"Oh, a friend invited me, I didnt want to cramp his style, so here I am." As you spoke, the bartender brings a tall flute of champagne over to the gorgeous demon in front of you. She glides to sit in the seat next to you. "Hm - well, I'd hate to see you all alone tonight, mind if I keep you company, love?" She slid her fingers up your arm and you have no idea how you managed to keep your cool. "Not at all~" maybe it was the confidence of your new appearance, but you had no issue with spending the night with this stranger.

All of a sudden, Charlie was plopped into your seated lap, causing you to look up towards an intimidating Lucifer. Examining the sudden shift in mood, you were relieved to see Lillith talking to some demons on the other side of the room. "Glad you could make it! Charlie here - reeaally missed you, thought I should say hi." He smile was forced, you noticed a slight twitch in his eye. "Ah, I see you've met my nanny! Quite a beauty, wouldn't you agree?" Lucifer came incredibly close to you, leaning in and placing his hand on your back. The only issue was the low cut of the dress, allowing you to feel his warm hands on your skin. You hoped he didn't feel the shiver run up your spine.

Taking a hold of Charlie as she climbed up your lap to hug your neck, you let out a natural laugh, feeling like yourself for the first time tonight. Looking back to your conquest, who was definitely about to ask you to "get out of here", you see a face of absolute disgust. Oh, right. You're just a sinner to these higher ups. And a working class one at that. Nanny wasn't the most flattering occupation apparently. She made a terrible excuse to get out of the conversation and walked away a little faster than she should've.

"Sir! I have no problem watching Charlie tonight, but - I was about to -" your face flushed as you tried to explain how you were just trying to get laid tonight. “Get a drink, right? Make sure you stick to the non-alchoomic stuff, hun, sounds like Charlie gets to stay up late tonight!" With a hefty pat on your back, Lucifer stepped away to talk to another random demon. What the fuck? Lucifer had beckoned the bartender over again, and when you looked back to the counter, you see a sad looking soda water. With a sigh, you guzzle the drink just to wet your dried throat.

As much a you loved Charlie, there was no better chick repellant. And even for the brave souls who decided to approach you and still show interest, Lucifer would suddenly appear, keeping his hand just above your tailbone as he mentioned your hard work as his employee. Maybe it was the word nanny, or the intimidating presence of the king of Hell, but he had to be doing this on purpose. You kind of hoped he was doing this on purpose.. After one too many fleeting suitors, you worked your magic and calmed Charlie until she fell asleep in your arms. You hummed a little tune again, the method was something she became accustomed to after you started taking care of her.

"My my~ what a sweetheart." A broad shouldered demon approached you, his lower voice ringing throughout your chest. "Isn't she? She's exhuasted, I should really get her to bed." You never took your eyes off of Charlie, making it easy for him to slip a hand around your waist." Ah, you’re her caretaker, hm? Well.. what do you have going on after you get her to bed?" His hand trails down to your hips, starting to trace a circle with his thumb. You swung away, a look of disgust on your face." Probably going to bed. By myself." You hissed. You never had a problem handling those kind of advances, and you'd do anything to keep Charlie safe, so you kept your distance. "You don't have to do that, baby~ why don't you show me around the Morningstar manor?" He closed the distance, and as you go to step back, your back hits the bar. "N-No thanks, I'm.. not..." You would have gotten nervous in the moment, if you didnt see a blonde headed angel approaching with horns threatening to burst out.

"Stay away from her." A small puff of flames came from Lucifer's snarl as he reprimanded the thug. He scoffed and stepped away as if nothing had happened. Probably the smartest thing for him to do at this point. Lucifer's suddenly glowing red eyes returned to their normal hue once he turned his attention to you. You froze in place. It felt like you were in trouble too. "You're okay?" He spoke blankly, you couldn't tell what emotion he was trying to convey, let alone how he actually feels. You nodded, keeping a hand on the back of Charlie's head." Get her to bed." With a dramatic turn, his transparent cape flew behind him and he returned to Lillith's side. He placed his hand on the small of her back.

You wanted to cry. To scream and drink until you can't think of anything. Charlie was your main priority, though. You took her to her nursery as soon as you could. Carefully changing her into her pajamas, a cute little onesie with ducks printed all over, then placed the drowsy toddler into her bed. "Oh Charlie.. You are so lucky to be so loved." You spoke geniunely, no matter your feelings, the amount of love Charlie is given and how much she gives in return was always so unbelievable to you. She was made of pure joy. Brushing some hair away from her face, you stepped back, taking your time on returning to your room.

"That is so sweet." You shot your head up, unpleasantly surprised by Lucifer's sorry face. "She's in bed, what do you need from me?" You spoke softly, as to not wake her. "You look beautiful. I just.. didn't get a chance to say that earlier, is all." Your face twisted in digust. "You know, you weren't the only one who thought that tonight. That was the first time I've been hit on in months. Couldn't you let me just enjoy the night..?" You were becoming increasingly frustrated, and it was translating clearly through your words. He flinched at your aggression, suddenly becoming defensive.

"That filfthy demon was feeling you up..! What else did you want me to do?" He started to match your energy, quietly responding in an aggitated state." Not him, the rest! I was about to leave with that lady at the bar, and I'm sure others would've enjoyed my company if I wasn't getting handed a toddler every second." You'd regret that one later, referring to Charlie as just a toddler. "That's your job, dear. Remember why you're here." He puffed out his chest, becoming increasingly close to your figure. You shrunk away, your eyes widened at his words.

"Oh- Oh, no, I didn't mean to - wait, I wasn't - " He stammered, his intimidating stature immediatly dropping as he say your eyes start to glaze over with tears, which only flowed down your cheeks after batting your made-up lashes. "Nonono! Please don't cry I - um.. " his eyes darted around the room, before reaching his arms out and reeling you in to a tightening embrace. Your chin sat on his shoulder, the shock momentarily keeping the water works at bay.

"I got nervous, okay..? I didn't want anything.. bad... to happen. I didn't want to lose you in there." Those words shouldn't tug at your heart strings at much as they did, but that and the low rumble of his voice just slightly hitting your ear made it impossible.

"I-I can handle myself.." You sniffled, your breath becoming heavier as you felt his hands start to explore your back. He rested one hand on the small of your back, sending a familiar warmth to your chest. But then, his fingers traced upwards, holding onto your shoulders for a moment, before lightly clawing down your bare back. He traced over a certain spot that tickled you the wrong  way, causing you to force out a little yelp. You both stopped for a moment, the only thing you could hear was the uneven pants coming from your mouths. He pulled away for a moment, keeping his hands on your shoulders. Then eyeing you up and down, he ran his grasp across the length of your arms. "I known you can.. you're wonderful." He somehow spoke as if he was completely unaffected by the intimacy he was just showing you. Your breath only picked up more, instantly regretting what you were about to do.

With a small leap, you pulled him in by his collar and messily met his lips. It couldn't be a quick peck, that's too confusing. You wanted this to last forever. He kept his lips sealed shut at first, but that didn't last long. With a shakey breath against your lips, he pulled you in by your waist suddenly, bringing you as close to him as he could. The motion took the air out of your lungs, forcing you release a vocal sigh. He only held you tighter after that. Your arms trailed up and around his shoulders, combing through the hairs at the nape of his neck. He broke for a moment, his kisses traveling down your lips to your jawline, then down to your neck.

Flicking your hair back, he latched an incredibly wet kiss on the softness of your neck. Lucifer took the invitation of your strapless dress to fully cover you in kisses, occasionally running his tongue up the length of your neck. A panting mess, you pulled him back up by his chin, finally getting a good look at his face. He was falling apart at the seems. He looked desperate to get back to working on your neck, like he hadnt been intimate with anyone in years. You needed his lips against yours again. Holding his jaw, you pressed a kiss on his lips, then squeezed your thumb amd index finger to open his lower jaw and push your tongue into his mouth. He let out a nervous moan, before quickly catching up to you.

This wasn’t right. This part wasn't in your mental picture of a perfect family. And you knew why. Your thoughts were silenced, feeling his mouth trail back down to your collarbone. He thumbed at the top of your long glove, beginning to pull it down. God, never let this moment end.

But you forgot. You're in Hell.

With a frantic patting on his shoulder, you quickly attempted to get his attention. When Lucifer met your eyes again, they had gone wide, and he finally noticed you shaking. "Hey, hey! What is it? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

"Yes." He froze. He slowly turned his head to the door. Lillith.

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"Darling, please, I'm sorry, you know you're the only one for me - it was a long night, mistakes were made, let's just move on, hm..?" He was begging for this moment to be over, as Lillith moved past him and approached you. You had to crane your neck to look at her, your entire body trembling. You had mascara running down your eyes, and your lipstick had smeared in all directions. Lillith lifted your head up even further, wiping some smudged lipstick from the corner of your mouth. "Lily..?" Lucifer let out softly. She let out a soft sigh. She didn't seem to be angry, which seemed to make you more nervous than if she was. "D-Don’t.. don't hurt her..." It's like he was scared to stick up for you. That, and the fact that he just called this past interaction a mistake, weighed heavily on your heart. "You think that little of me, my love? I would never. It was a mistake, after all, just as you said." She spoke so calmly but knew exactly what to say to make you cower in fear. You let out a pathetic whimper, "P-Please... I'm s-sorry, Your Highness..." She smiled and tightened her grip on your jaw for a moment before letting you go. You didn't realize she was actually lifting you up slightly until you were dropped down. “So.. we can talk and figure this out, right? Lily?" She kept her eyes off of the anxious mess that Lucifer was becoming." Of course, love. We'll talk in the morning. Oh, and obviously - " She turned towards you just before leaving the room. 

"You're fired.”

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Your arm was starting to get sore, but it didn't matter. You continued to jam your three fingers into her moist cunt. Ellie gripped the sides on the bench you had haphazardly placed her on. Conveniently placed in a corner of a rarely used hall in your school. Especially this early in the morning. You gave Ellie’s neck a few quick pecks before sucking on her weak spot. You wouldn’t have been so pissed at your English teacher for telling you to hand in your book at 7 am, aka an hour before your first class, if you knew it would lead to this. Ellie Williams, the most attractive loser in school, being spread out just for you.

"Shush, shush. You need to stay quiet, Ellie" you whispered. She nodded her head as she continued to keep down her whines. The laces of her dirty converse swing as you continue to slam into her pretty pussy, nudging the bundled up fabric around her knees. Her twisted face was a sigh you tried to keep in your memory, for some lonely night when your parents weren't home.

As you continue to slide your fingers into her needy hole you used her other hand to pull back her t-shirt that’s fallen over due to her constant moving, showing off her pretty little tits. “Prettiest fucking tits I’ve ever seen” you mumble as you watched them slightly bounce as you spread up your pace. You used your hips to thrust your fingers deeper into her poor pussy, not caring that her access juice smeared onto the front of your jeans, creating strings whenever you pulled back your hips to soon after slam them back into her.

The table slightly banged into the wall behind Ellie with every thrust. You’d start to worry about someone hearing if it wasn’t for your pussydrunk state. The warm feeling of Ellie’s wall’s squeezing you in made you obsessed, desperate to observe every single thing. Ellie clawed at the old wood rim around the table as she bit those pretty lips of hers. You knew it was to prevent herself from being so loud, but you kinda wanted to tell her to just go wild and allow her to let out all those pretty little sounds. But you knew you two would get in big trouble if anyone saw you, so you had to push your horny thoughts aside and be happy with the muffled whines you got.

As you started to rub your thumb on her clit she couldn't help but let out a groan. You winced at the contrast of the dead silent hall before putting your head near her ear. "I told you to be quiet!" you whisper-yelled, trying to conceal the true effect her sounds had on you. "I know. I-I´m trying" she pathetically whined out. You couldn't help but giggle at her cute attempt to keep it together. She couldn't fool a soul.

You jammed in your fingers all the way into her before curving and continuously message her g-spot. Using your hips to press down onto the back of your hand, making sure to reach the deepest point. Quickly pressing your lips against hers to quiet her down. A smirk sneaked into the kiss as the expected moan leaves Ellie's throat, luckily muffled. You could feel Ellie grinning herself against your hand, desperate to feel more of you.

She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer to her as her walls tightens around your fingers. You stumble over to her, putting your non-busy hand behind her, to not crash onto her. She break away from the kiss and buries her face into the crock of your neck. Bitting into the collar of your sweatshirt to cover her moans. Still the mumbled sound would be enough to make you cum. You continue to abuse her pussy, secretly “hopping” she’d accidentally let out a sound she shouldn’t. But being the good girl she is Ellie didn’t let out another unmuffled sound, scared it’d make you stop. And oh, she really didn’t want you to stop. Her heavy breathing warms up your neck as you continue to milk her of her orgasm. The cum starting to run down your wrist.

Ellie´s juice leaked down, past her asscrack to create a pool on the bench.

You helped Ellie off the bench and pulled up her panties and jeans, making sure she looked put together before leaving. You whipped off your fingers on your jeans as you made your way to your classroom. Letting Ellie´s cum soak into the fabric. This will be a good day.

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Author´s Note: I've had this idea in my mind for a while, but never planned to write it down. But then I was like "fuck it!" and decided to write something shorter with less background. This was just a quickly little blur, trying out something new. Hope you liked it, even though it sucks donkey dick!

[throneofsapphics]

can i req a little drabble with nyx? i imagine nyx to be a bit like feyre but also being on the more broody side. perhaps where reader gets the “meeting the family” dinner with the IC and shes like a ball pf sunshine, complete opposite to nyx?

ambushes and invitations

Nyx x Reader

Summary: Told it's finally time, Nyx takes you to meet his family.

Warnings: none

A/N: thank you for the request! I love grumpy sunshine so much. 

“I’m excited,” you insisted - almost bouncing on your toes as you walked together. 

“You really shouldn’t be,” he grumbled, hand shooting out to grab yours. He pulled you in close - a bit too abruptly, and you stumbled over your feet, a laugh echoing from your chest as you slammed into him, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you steady. Nyx’s mouth indented at one corner, eyes shining as he glanced down at you. Pausing, he licked his thumb, brushing against your jawline, a tinge of blue appearing on his finger. A spot of paint from earlier. Letting go of your waist, he kept his hold on your hand and your feet carried you down the path, footsteps light on the cobblestone. You’d insisted on walking - giving you time to wrap your mind around what the evening would look like. 

He’d ambushed you at your home, where you were in the middle of trying to paint a gift, and ‘invited’ you to a family dinner. You couldn’t refuse, and the limited timeframe gave you less time for a ball of nerves to build. It wasn’t wholly effective. Truth be told, you were somewhat nervous. His family was intimidating to say the least, but you’d grown up around what you considered were intimidating people, and this was another dinner - at least you told yourself that.

The next time you tripped - a loose rock, not your fault, Nyx covered it - bringing your arm above your head and spinning you.

“Are you nervous?” You asked, as you drew closer to your destination. 

“Me?” His eyes rolled. “Never, darling.” 

Your eyes lit up in amusement. “Never? Because I remember very clearly the one time -” 

A pinch to your side cut off your words, and you realized you were within hearing distance of two winged figures. You’d been distracted looking up at Nyx, and a light blush covered your cheeks. 

“Don’t stop on our accord,” one of the males - Cassian, you recognized, said. 

You grinned. “Once, we were-” 

Nyx’s hand clapped over your mouth, muffling your words. 

Both were friendly, even though you had the keen awareness your every move and expression was being monitored. That’s fine by you, there was nothing you felt the need to hide. 

They all introduced themselves, but you already knew exactly who they were. Rhys, your High Lord insisted you call him Rhys, same with your High Lady. Nyx spoke of them so freely, a few complaints littered here and there, but actually meeting them as his parents was different. Sure, you’d seen both of them in Velaris at one point or another, but this was a completely different context. Maybe in your mind you’d created a different persona for them - Nyx’s parents. Either way, the two versions from your mind had no choice but to meld now. 

“What do you do for work?” Feyre asked. This was a subject you could speak on for ages.

“I’m a teacher, for toddlers.” The spot of glitter on your wrist caught the light at the perfect time. 

“Do you like it?” Her head tilted. 

“I absolutely love it,” you replied and lulled into an easy conversation, some of your nerves fading. 

Back and forth, questions bounced across the table - about nearly every subject, and you fielded all of them the best you could. Nyx seemed to glare at anyone who asked things a bit too personal or touchy. 

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“How’d someone like you end up with this broody asshole?” His uncle didn’t even wince as Nyx kicked him in the shin. Hopefully hard enough to leave a bruise. 

“That’s what I want to know,” Mor said - glancing between the two of you.

Nyx cut in before you could answer. “Easy, I won her over.” 

“Easy?” You raised your brows, amusement in your eyes. 

“Not exactly.” 

Your eyes seemed to say; good save. 

Gods, he remembers the weeks he spent ‘chasing’ you, and trying to get the point across that he liked you as more than a friend. You were a ball of pure light and joy, bright enough to make him seem like a dark and stormy cloud, and he loved you for it. His little ball of sunshine, although everyone else was stealing your attention right now. 

You’d been seeing each other for a few months when his parents finally put their foot down and insisted on meeting you. Everything was a bit last minute, and he felt a tad guilty for ‘inviting’ you with less than an hour, but it was a casual affair, and you were in good spirits about it - nearly exploding out of your skin the entire way here. 

So far, it seemed to be going well. You were sitting directly next to Mor, and the two of you were making easy conversation. 

Cassian caught his eye, an amused look on his face. 

What is it? Nyx slipped into his mind. 

She’s nice. Talkative. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Seems like she’s good for you. 

Nyx brought himself back into the present, aware of your conversation starting to dwindle next to him. He found you looking at him with a curious expression, but a tinge of worry in your eyes, grabbing your hand under the table, he gave you what he hoped was a reassuring squeeze. 

“Do you have any Solstice plans?” His mother asked, a gleam in her eyes. That’s all it took for him to know she was absolutely smitten with you, but he still fought a wince at her direct question - he knew you didn’t, and if this went well he’d already planned on inviting you.  

“I don’t,” your words were softer than normal - maybe a bit unsure. Nyx squeezed your hand again, hoping he wasn’t crushing your fingers. 

“Perfect,” she clapped her hands together. “Join us.” 

“If you want to,” he added, meeting your eyes. 

Really? 

She wouldn’t have offered otherwise. 

The mental equivalent of an eye roll came through before you beamed at her and agreed. 

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Nyx flew you home, refusing to let you walk on your own and in the dark. You chose not to argue with him this time. Besides, you liked seeing the city from above, all of the glittering lights, and especially in his arms. 

“You,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, closing your door behind him with his foot.

“Me?” 

One arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you in close. “You are wonderful.” 

Your words were muffled, face pressed against him, “where’s this coming from?” 

He loosened his arms just enough for you to look up at him. “You survived them.” 

Lips turning up at the corners, you poked his chest. “Survived?” 

“You know what I mean,” he sighed.

“Sure,” you tucked yourself back into him. 

“First, I would love to have you there,” he prefaced, hand running down your hair - and your heart jumped. “But you don’t have to come to Solstice if you don’t want to, or if it’s too soon.” 

“That might be the most words I’ve heard you say in a row.” 

He pinched your side before continuing, “I know she put you on the spot.” 

You slid one hand up to rest on his chest - just above his thundering heart. “I would love,” you repeated his words, “to be there.” 

“Thank the gods,” he breathed, pulling you close again.

[grace-mint]

A Fate Worse Than Death

Hardcore TW: Extreme Angst, SA, whipping, blood. It's rough y'all. Let me know if there's anything I forgot.

Also kinda shitty writing. This is my first fic, and idek if anyone will see this.

I rush into Rhysand’s office, slightly breathless. My mate sat at his desk in all his glory. He was the most beautiful male in the world, and if I wasn’t in a hurry, I would have taken the time to appreciate the spectacle of a being in front of me. Unfortunately I didn’t have that. “Rhys, the camps are getting worse, my father is back.” My father, the cruelest man I’ve ever met. He was a camp lord, but when Rhysand had placed the anticlipping laws into effect, he disappeared, along with multiple other Illyrian males who had the same beliefs as him: beliefs that females had no rights to their bodies. I had been on a mission, sent by Rhys, and I was in charge of protecting the females from these barbaric men. My father being one of them where I had an unfortunate run in with him Rhysand stood up from the desk, concern lacing his features,  and grabbed my hands. “Breathe, my love. Tell me what you found out.” 

I took a deep breath, clinging to my mate for stability. “He was there, and he was clipping a young girl’s wings. He left before I could kill the sorry bastard, but I was able to stop some of his men. They won’t be heard of ever again.” 

Rhys’ face morphed into one of anger. “I’m sorry you had to see him,” he said softly, before asking about the girl. “And the young girl, is she ok?” 

“I got there before any real damage could be done, and returned her to her mother, but she will be traumatized, understandably so.”

“How a man as wretched as him gave life to a creature as stunning and caring as you, I’ll never understand.” He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “One day, I’m going to kill him, and I will make it slow and painful.”

I wrapped my arms around him. “I just don’t understand how a young girl’s life isn’t worth more to those men.” My brow furrowed. “It sickens me, it reminds me of how I grew up, and I swore I would never allow another female to feel pain at my father’s hands. I failed.” My mate’s head snapped up at my words, he gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “You have never failed. You are the strongest female I’ve ever known, the strongest person I’ve ever known, “ he amended.”You are working so hard to fully enact this law. I wish I could help you more.” 

I knew he couldn’t, still dealing with the after effects of the war against Hybern. He was in the process of rebuilding relations with the other courts, trying to create stronger alliances. “I know you can’t, and I don’t blame you. My father, let him be my problem.” My father and I had a terrible relationship. He was raised in one of the worse Illyrian camps, with even stricter beliefs. He believed in cutting a female's wings out entirely and that thought was so outlandish that even the most cruel of males didn’t believe in it. But my father was a different breed of asshole. He and my three older brothers made my life a living hell. After my mother passed, giving birth to me, he blamed me for her death. He thought that since my mother had a daughter, and not a son, I was a curse sent to ruin them, so from a young age, I was a toy for their amusement. A plaything to take their anger on. They beat me often, hiding me away from the world. When I reached maturity and started to bleed, they were prepared to cut my wings. They wanted to hang them on the wall as a reminder of the curse I was. 

The day my father and brothers were planning to enact their plan, I woke up early and ran for it. I knew I wouldn't make it far, but I was hoping and praying to the cauldron that someone would take pity on me. That was the fortunate day Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel were visiting our camp. As I ran, my eldest brother, Treyvis, was gaining on me. He tackled me to the ground, binding my arms and slamming my face into the ground. That was when Rhysand found me, the bond clicking in his chest when he saw me, though he didn’t mention it for years later. They stopped what was happening, not before giving my brother a warning in the form of a beating, and took me back to Velaris. That was about 100 years ago. Rhysand and I have been mated for 95 of those years now. We have been through plenty of ups and downs, but the bond remained strong and stable, even when we were both stuck under the mountain. I had never known a love like this.

“Give me the word, and he’ll be no one’s problem. I’ll kill that bastard in a second with great joy.” Rhysand unwound his arms from my waist, pressing a kiss to my temple once more, and made his way back over to his desk. I steeled myself, preparing to ask his blessing for another mission. We both agreed when we were mated, we don’t ask permission, rather each other’s blessing. “Rhys, I want to go after him, to end this. To take down the little cult he has accumulated. He’s been off the map for years and seeing him today hurting that young girl, I want him dead, and I want to be the one to do it.”

Rhysand, the one person who knew me better than anyone in the world, knew this about me. While I may have never vocalized it, this was what I wanted. He motioned for me to come closer, and so I perched myself on his lap, winding my arms around his neck. 

“You are my brave, beautiful mate. You can handle anything, I know you can do this. It makes me scared to send you alone, but I know if I ask you to take Cas or Az you will refuse.” He was right about that, I wanted to do this alone, especially if something bad were to happen. “But I know you can take care of yourself. You've spent many years training, yet I can’t shake this feeling that something bad will happen. I know you can handle your own, I just get terrified at the thought of something happening to you.”

My heart ached at his words. I press a tender kiss to his lips. “I will always find my way home to you, to our friends, to Velaris. And when I come back, I will be free of the fear and the strife of that man.” 

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I should’ve listened to Rhys. I should have brought Cassian or Azriel with me. I cursed myself as I hung there, my arms bound in faebane shackles, with my father pacing in front of me. “Fuck you.” I spat at him. If I was gonna die, I might as well die with the satisfaction of pissing him off. I reached down the bond again, not being able to reach it still, due to the faebane I was dosed with. 

I pissed him off a little too well it would seem though. He walked up to me, chuckling. “Oh my dear y/n, how idiotic you are. You hide away with your little whore of a mate, thinking you are safe, yet you’ll never be.” His words send a shiver down my spine, anger flaring at the term he used for my mate. 

“I hope you burn in hell.” 

“Now now, dear y/n, I would shut up before you anger me even more.” As he speaks, he brings his knife down my arms, slicing a long line from my shoulder to my elbow, then he repeats this on my other arm. I show no pain though, not willing to show this man any vulnerability. He takes the knife, now slicing my legs in a similar fashion. I hadn’t even noticed my leathers were gone when I had woken. I shivered at the thought of someone undressing me. 

“I’ll give you a chance to beg, it won’t do much, but it might make me be a little kinder.” 

I know he’s lying, so I say, “When he finds you, you will feel such pain, he will do worse things than killing you, as that will be a mercy.”

He smiles sadistically, “ What I do to you, will be more merciless than anything your mate will do to me.” He spat the words at me as he made his way behind me. I hear the unmistakable slither of a whip. I look up to see my brother, Treyvis, walking in, whip in hand. I seethe at the bastard. He merely sends me a sickly sweet smile.

“Do your worst, I don’t care,” the words came out nonchalantly despite the panic raging in my chest. I didn’t flinch as the first lash came down. The second one, had my body jerking forward as I realized what he was aiming for. He was aiming for my wings. Panic seized my body, uncontrollably as my inane instincts to protect my wings kicked in and they folded up. Hands seized my wings, stretching them out to full length. I looked up to see my two other brothers had shown up and were the ones in charge of holding my wings open. I started to struggle, realizing the dire situation I was truly in. The whip rained down on my back and wings, lash after lash, until the skin was completely flayed. It still didn’t stop though. I hung, my whole body weight being held up by the shackles digging into my skin. 

“Stop. Please,” my voice, hoarse from screaming, rasped. I didn’t want to beg, but my wings were never going to heal from this. My pleas fell on deaf ears.

Minutes, maybe hours later, the pain stopped. It took me a second to realize the whip stopped.  I hung there, my head bowing having no strength to lift it. I was finally released from the shackle, and I fell forward, face slamming painfully into a pool of my own blood on the ground. I was yanked up by my hair, neck tilted to the side. I felt a needle being stabbed into the side of my neck, dosing me with more faebane. I fell forward, once more, after being released. I raised my head barely enough to see four pairs of feet exiting the cell I was in. It wasn’t long after until I fell unconscious.

Hours, or maybe even days later, I woke up. I had no concept of time anymore, darkness all around me. My wounds had clotted well enough, despite the dose of faebane, I was still able to heal somewhat, although not well enough to even stand. I lay there, chest down, on the ground and ran through my memories to keep me sane. 

Rhysand and I days after he rescued me. Our first Starfall. When the mating bond finally snapped for me. Our frenzy, that lasted weeks. I missed Rhysand so dearly, regretting ever leaving his lap that day. I lay there for what feels like an eternity, slowly drifting in and out of sleep. I woke up to harsh hands grabbing me once more. My hands were forced into the shackles, and I mentally prepared myself for what was to come, promising myself to keep my mouth shut, not giving them the satisfaction of vocalizing the pain they were causing me. 

I immediately broke that promise as soon as I felt one wing lifted up and the cool steel of a blade against it. I let out a yelp, both at the surprise of the action and the pain of them touching my wing. I felt my fathers voice in my ear, sending the millionth shiver down my spine, as he said, “You are a whore who defiled herself to another whore. I’ve been waiting to get my hands on these for quite some time.” Shameful tears began to pour down my cheeks as I realized what was to come. “Don’t worry, y/n, I’ll return you to your High Lord, but he won’t want you barren of wings. He also won’t want spoiled goods.”  I stiffened at his words as male walked in, presumably one of his guards. “He wants to have his way with you while we’re here.” My blood turned to ice at his words. Fear sparking in my soul, more fear than I’ve felt these past few days. At the first hack of the knife against the root of my wing, I let out the most pathetic yelp in the world. The pain was unbearable. The hacking kept going as the male approached me. He put his hands on me, tearing my shirt and pants off. He ran his hands over my body as the pain in my back flared on. I wanted to throw up as his hands touched me. I wanted to die right then and there. I did throw up at the thud of one of my wings hitting the ground. The male in front of me cursed and backhanded me across my face. I was weeping at this point, weeping at the loss of my wings, the loss of control over my body as this man reached lower and lower stopping between my legs. Lastly, I weeped for Rhysand to come save me. I knew he wouldn’t, that he couldn’t.I hadn’t been checking in with him through the bond, but it was too late for him to find me anyway, as my second wing traded to the ground and the male in front of me, now naked and readying himself, spread my legs, and took the most vulnerable thing I had to offer. I hung there, numb, as he entered my body, the feeling wrong and disgusting. I had stopped crying long ago, finding no will in me to want to go on. 

The male finished, leaving me naked, cold, and devoid of wings. I wanted to die, I wanted to die and never come back. I never wanted to face Rhysand again,or any of my friends. I wished they would’ve just killed me. 

Finally, my father walked back in again. “Pitiful y/n. Pathetic bitch.” He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You should have never left all those years ago, and now you’ve paid your price. I’m going to take you home.” He saw the fear in  my eyes at his words. “Oh? Don’t want to go home to your husband? I don’t blame you, who would want you, after you let yourself be defiled and you were too weak to protect your wings.” 

If looks could kill, this man would have dropped dead. 

“Well, let’s go.” He unshackled me. I looked up at him in confusion. 

“You’re letting me go?” I couldn’t even recognize my voice. “Why?” 

“I’m condemning you to a fate worse than death. You have to face your family, and they’ll all have to see that you let yourself get taken by another man. How will they react? I’m sure they’ll be disgusted.” My father grabbed my bruised arm, I hardly winced in pain, too focused on his words as they raced around in my brain. Surely Rhysand would still love me. But I had insisted on going on this mission, who could blame him if he didn't.

My father threw me a slip that hardly hid anything, and I quickly put it on before he tossed me over his shoulder and walked me out of the cell. I could’ve thrown again up at the sight of my wings, limp and lifeless, lying on the floor, never to take flight again. I didn’t have time to dwell on it as a blinding light hit my eyes. We were outside. I was thrown unceremoniously to the snow-covered ground. I shivered and curled into myself, hoping to achieve a bit of warmth. I didn’t bother looking up to see where my father had gone, I laid there instead. Ready to face my death. 

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“Y/N!! Oh fuck. Darling, wake up.” I felt a warm, gentle hand on my shoulder, rousing me from my sleep. I wanted to sleep, it was so nice and warm. A nice reprieve from the pain I had in my back for some reason. I hummed in annoyance, wanting the voice to go away. I was shivering though, my bed was extremely cold. It was then that all of the memories came flooding back, and I wrenched my eyes open with extreme effort. I attempted to sit up, but my back seized at the motion. I couldn’t move, I was paralyzed in pain. 

“Be careful, don’t move. It’s ok. Stay still, please.” I recognized that voice, and I looked up to the most wonderful sight I had ever seen. 

“Rhys?” My voice was still raspy from the screaming. “Yes, it’s me. Stay still, Az and Cas are coming.” I felt the warmth of a coat over my shivering body, as Rhysand wrapped me in his coat, careful to avoid the bloody mess that was my back. “Stay awake.” His voice filled with panic as I drifted off again with the warmth of his embrace. I didn’t want to stay awake. This was nice, I wanted to sleep.

“Y/n, my heart, you have to stay awake.” His voice shook as he pleaded with me. I could barely hear him as I slipped further and further and further into the void, the only sounds being Rhys’ cries and begging me not to go sounded like a lullaby to me as I welcomed unconsciousness with open arms.

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If you made it this far, let me know! Gentle critiquing is welcome and appreciated.

[swift-creates]

category: Gen

fandom: Batfamily

characters and relationships: Dick Grayson and Jason Todd - platonic, some batfamily

warnings: blood and injury, fight scene, mention of gun and knives, minor swearing, a bit of unhealthy thought processes but mostly bc he’s dazed and out of it, present tense

Summary:

@ailesswhumptober Day 31: Panic attack, facing a phobia, “You need to get out of here!”

Jason is injured during a battle, but Dick can’t protect him forever.

notes: fucked around and wrote a fic based on this drawing by @ashrayus as one does (I didn’t really know how to end it so just. have this lol) (also sorry if it’s OOC)

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Dick has always been scared for Jason. That’s his baby brother, his Little Wing, the shadow at his back. Save for the broken time where he’d abruptly become an only child, Jason has always been there, and Dick has come to expect he always will be. Jason is older now — he’s the Red Hood, Gotham’s most feared crime lord, and is capable of single-handedly taking down some of the worst rogues in the gallery — but he will always be Dick’s little brother. Dick rarely has reason to be scared for Jason these days. 

Except for the times when he watches Jason stumble and finally fall to seemingly endless hordes of enemies, bleeding from a bullet to the gut. 

“JASON!” All strategy and codenames get thrown out the window, and he fights his way to his little brother, throwing a smoke bomb for cover and pulling him to safety. “Jay, look at me.”

“Ngh… Don’t need you to save me, Big Bird.” Jason tries to glare at him, but the effect is somewhat dampened by the way he doubles over in pain and leans into Dick’s arms. “Y-You need to get out of here.”

“Yes you do, and I’m not leaving you behind, dipshit.” He half-supports, half-carries Jason out of the alley, ignoring the strangled sound of pain he makes (or attempting to, anyway). He leaves the fight behind, and keeps going until the distance is between them is enough for him to feel comfortable setting Jason down against a wall. 

Jason’s black-and-white curls stand in stark contrast to the grimy grey-red as he grimaces, head tipped back against the brick. Dick smooths them back from his face more by habit than anything else. “Shhh. You’ll be okay, Little Wing.”

He knows it’s bad because Jason doesn’t object to the nickname. 

“Jay?” His brother’s eyes are fluttering closed, and he’s slumped against the wall, the hand held over his wound starting to loosen. Dick clamps one of his own in place of it, swearing. “Jay, if you die again without paying back the ten bucks you owe me I’ll resurrect you just to kill you myself.”

“Mmh…” is the only reply, and Dick can feel him slipping away — not again not again not again God please — despite every attempt to rouse him. Making this situation even worse is the slowly increasing volume of the mob catching up to them. He grabs a roll of gauze from his belt and quickly wraps Jason’s torso with it, then stands with both escrima sticks in his hands. 

There’s blood leaking from a cut on his cheek, and he’s pretty sure his nose is broken, but he’ll die before he lets them hurt Jason again. 

They come on in a rush, almost falling over each other in their attempt to reach two weakened vigilantes. He sweeps one aside, slams another into a wall, hits the first one with a stick and lets him fall to the ground, unconscious. The movements become instinct, strategy turning to survival, as they flood the alley, reaching to him, past him, their guns and their knives all hungry for blood. He barely dodges one bullet, feels another graze his thigh when he turns to swipe at a girl with white-blonde hair and a switchblade in her hand. He can’t go on like this forever. He has to. 

He’s reeling from a hit to the side of his head, about to lose his balance, when white smoke rises around them. Dick almost collapses to his knees in relief, but he makes himself stumble back to stand over Jason as familiar figures drop from the shadows and create a circle of safety in the chaos. 

“He’s here,” he whispers to Jason. “You’re safe now.” He curls up next to his brother, exhausted and bleeding, and pulls him close. 

Of course, that’s when a man with a gun decides to level it straight at Dick’s forehead. 

He grips Jason tight and glares at the guy, one stick left in his hand, trying to remember where he’d dropped the other one sometime during the fight. When, not if, the guy shoots, he’ll twist to shield Jason with his body, just in case his aim is wildly off. One bullet each seems to be fair. 

His finger tightens on the trigger, and Dick tenses, ready to move. 

Then a black shape slams into the man, sending the bullet careening into the darkness and the guy careening into the ground. Few have seen the Batman’s fury unleashed, and even fewer experienced it, but this unlucky sap will most likely remember this for the rest of his miserable life. He’s tossed to the side like a rag, and B makes a beeline for his boys. 

“Dick. Jason.” His hands search for injuries even as his eyes flick anxiously up and down them, the only outward sign of his worry. 

Dick melts gratefully into the embrace. “We’re okay. Barely.” All he wants to do is sink to the ground and be cuddled and carried back to the Batcave, but he can’t rest yet. “Jason — he got hurt. Bullet wound. I bandaged it, but…” 

“We’ll get him home.” Bruce kneels by Jason’s side, gently calling his name, but there’s no response. So what does Bruce do? Obviously he goes and scoops up all two hundred pounds of Jason into his arms and carries him away to the Batmobile like he weighs no more than Damian. Cass appears out of nowhere to support Dick, and he leans against his sister with a grateful smile. 

[goddessofroyalty]

I binged read all of your Zaun Family posts (all amazing, btw), and I couldn't get this idea of my head. I work retail, so I often see parents dealing with tantrums from their kids. I wanted to know how Vanco reacted/dealt with temper tantrums with each of their children.

I'd imagine Viktor and Claggor being more tame. They'll beg, pout, and cry, but they'll be more quiet about it if that makes sense. Violet would be in the middle. She would kick and stomp but not cry or scream, just be angry and cross her arms. Milo and Jinx, however, would have the worst. There is no doubt they'd do the whole nine yards.

I think it would be interesting to know their reactions. (Bonus points if you do a version with JayVik and their kid)

When Viktor's younger yeah I think he's more of a sulk and cry kind of a tantrumer. As soon as he gets his own bedroom he's also the one that retreats to his room to sulk but he will also just stand his ground and refuse to move. He's also the one with the most scathing tongue and tends to throw out things his parents didn't know he knew about in his argument for why he should do/get what he wants. It's still a tantrum in that it's an extreme emotional response to not getting his way but it's also very similar to Silco's own way to handling when things aren't going his way. He's actually the one Silco's argued the most with over his childhood because Silco doesn't like letting even his child have the last word. Vander, who has had years of experience dealing with effectively the more mature version of the behaviour because of Silco, is able to more patiently wait for Viktor to calm down and try and/or talk him around.

Claggor goes really quiet and yeah pouts likely with his arms crossed and one really sharp stomp. Which neither Silco nor Vander exactly want him to change because that's kind of the easy temper tantrum to deal with in terms of it's not exactly drawing attention to the situation. And they are probably somewhat guilty of ignoring him as a result. Yes when it's something they deem more 'rational' to be unhappy about they'll try and explain their resoning and compromise with him. But if they've decided it's something he's just being a brat about they will ignore him as he sulks.

So you know how I said Viktor is very similar to Silco in how he tantrums? Yeah Vi is Vander. She's the violent one who stomps her feed and slams her hands against walls but she's not one who yells a lot or really cries. And unfortunately for her because Vander knows where that can lead because he's gone down that path which ended with that night on the bridge, he tends to come down on her like a tonne of bricks when she does it. He does take the time to talk to her again after but in the immediate he is pretty harsh in shutting it down. Silco is much more patronizing in his response (because this is a child trying to Be Threatening) but it isn't Immediate Grounding and he'll more just wait her out.

Mylo is one who takes it out on others. He gets in trouble or is told no and five minutes later Powder is crying because he tore her bunny out of her hands. Or Viktor or Vi are yelling at him to get out of their rooms and stop touching their stuff. Or he'll just break something. Which only makes the situation worse for him until it escalates to him being yelled at to go to his room by either Vander or Silco. And while how they approach the sending him to the bedroom probably could be done better he actually needs it to stop the Cycle he's created and have some time to calm down before he can be talked to rationally (and also give his parents time to calm down and calm any aggrieved siblings). They've learnt that if they try and challenge him while he's still worked up he'll just go to blaming his siblings which probably is just going to start an argument between him and said siblings and continue the Cycle.

Jinx is the full-blown throw-herself-against-the-floor meltdown when she gets fully worked up. As she gets older it gets very performative where she will turn it off as soon as she gets her way but when she was younger it's because she genuinely gets that worked up. Because she is the youngest and her parents more and more busy nearly every day it does actually work a lot of the time because it's easier to just give her what she wants then try and get her to calm down. They can do it when it's something Really Important but a lot of times they can't be bothered.

I've mentioned it before but with Jayvik and Amaranthine, she's the kind of kid who holds her breathe when she's throwing a tantrum. And Jayce freaks every time she does it and will do basically anything to get her to start breathing again. While Viktor will acknowledge it by reminding her that she knows that doesn't work for him and then will continue with what he was telling her that she didn't like enough to start the breathe-hold-tantrum and refuse to engage with her more until she talks back. She has never actually passed out on him.

With Naph I think he's a hider. Which works as effectively on both his parents in that they neither Jayce nor Viktor like it when he does it. And because he's a good hider by the time his parents have found him he's calmed down and they've forgotten about whatever it was he was having the tantrum about in the first place.

[abbythewritor]

"Fairness" One Piece x Saitama reader, Ten.

"Just a Normal girl looking for an everyday life. At least, if you call sailing across the seas with idiots with useless dreams a simple task, then you might wanna see a doctor. Seriously."

Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of Luekimia, and heaps amount of blood and strength. It might be a little cursing, but not bad, and maybe some flirting in there, but it's mostly clean.

Other things:

-You didn't get bald due to your powers; you got bald to an extreme illness.

-You part of the straw hat crew, but others are interested in you and your power.

-Everyone that is a male is taller than you.

-Monsters from the OPM world will appear in One Piece, and I'll make some new monsters you will fight.

Warning: It will be a long chapter today. :)

Enjoy the tenth chapter everyone! :)

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"I've never expected you to be this strong... Cutie!!"

An explosion, after your Haki was formed, as a Tunnel of fire was formed.

Your Haki was able to break Ace's chains, as he was now free, smiling, holding onto your waist.

"You are also stubborn, I guess I'm not surprised since you've been with my brother most of the day!" As he gripped your waist more, he picked you up in his arms, bridal style, before zooming off the platform, going through the tunnel of fire as we heard cheers from the pirates below, shocked faces of Whitebeard, Admrials, and Warlords were shown as Ivankov was crying. "S-She's something else!!" she sobbed, as Luffy was awake slightly, smiling, as some tears strolled down his face. "A-Ace...." he spoke, finally relieved that he was free, as the blonde boy that was with Koby screamed with disbelief. "AHH! THAT IDIOT GIRL DID IT! SHE FREED ACE!!" Koby was smiling, himself now knowing who I truly was, as I was super cool in his eyes as he didn't say anything.

The marines below were getting ready to fire their cannons at us, as he looked at me. "Y/n, we must stay alert, we need to split up for now!" I nodded, as he let go of me, as we both harshly looked at the marines.

Clenching my fist, I pulled my arm back. "NORMAL PUNCH SPREAD!" I slammed the ground, causing many of them to scatter, as Ace pulled off his own move. "FIRE PILLAR!!" Fire shot down from his hands, creating a copy of a pillar, as from the bottom, the fire spread, burning many marines also.

I was surprised by this, his power was as strong as when you landed and looked at him kneeling on the ground, his breaths heavy, your heart raced, as the once clear air was now orange, and smokey, bringing an effect to him that made Ace more incredible.

As our silouhettes shined in the Amber light, the marines pointed more of their guns to us, telling them to not let us get away.

"Y/N-SAN! ACE-SAN!" Jimbei yelled, a smile onto his face as Whitebeard grinned as well. "Don't forget! Fire Fist Ace is a fire--Logia type!" Marines spoke, as Ace looked to me. "Let me be honest cutie. I never thought when I was locked in that cell with you you'd be the one to rescue me, or would I'd thought one day I'd meet a girl like you. Your storng, intelegent, and to think you came her with my brother while taming him, it's rather attractive..." My heart raced while looking at him as he grabbed my hands. "Sorry if this sounds cheesy, but I guess fate has brought us here for a reason, and now, I have an urdge to survive this...with you...Thank you...cutie." My eyes widened, a feeling in my heart came that has never happened beofore, in a long time as I felt this way when I first met Saitama, as I am reliving those moments when I was on wires again.

Both of us were lost in thought, not caring that the war was still going on, as our eyes were just locked with each other, having a moment of thanks with no words, but just by looking at each other. Smirking, he gently touched my bald head. "What's with your bald head? Did my fire do that or something?" I snorted, looking away. "No Ace, your fire didn't do it...I've been bald my whole life..." "I know." My eyes widened. "Y-You knew?" His smirk widened. "It's pretty obvious, Cutie, it's not like I've never seen wigs before, besides, I felt like you had more H/c hair, than what your wig looked like." I chuckled lightly. "You guessed right....do you want a reward?" He laughed. "Oh? A reward from you? How could I resist? Once we get out of here, cutie....i'd love to take you out sometime...how does that sound?" My heart beated. "L-Like a date?" He snickered. "Sure, or we can hang out as friends at first, i'd love to get to know you cutie, and what you like to do in your daily life-"

"DON'T LET THOSE TWO GET AWAY! THIS IS YOUR EXECUTION PLATFORM!" Sighing, both of us looked to more marines surrounding us, all of them having gune.

Smirking again, he just looked to me. "We'll discuss the details later, let's focus on getting out of here." Nodding, I smiled as me and him got in stance, as they started firing their guns.

The bullets didn't effect me, as they bounced off of me, as the bullets just went through body, which turned into flames, as the marines eyes widened, shocked.

Smriking, I bolted, as he just stood their to watch for a second, as two were about ot shoot me again, until my hands grabbed their guns, twisting their arms, breaking it while they screamed as they were tossed away.

Ducking from a sword, I karate chopped a marines neck, nocking him out before moving to the left, kcikign a stumbling marine in the back, lauching him into others as they stumbled like bowling pins.

Quickly turned, I backed away, doging and blocking multiple punches, as a grabbed the mans fist with my hands, chuckling. "Are you ready?" The marin was confused before I tossed him away, Ace burning him above in the air as he screamed with pain, as I punched another one in the gut, making the poor guy explode.

As his guts dropped to the floor, his partners face turned green, as he looked like he was about to vomit, as Ace brought his arms back ,his fist lighting on fire as he was about to slam it on the ground. "FIRE FIST!!" He yelled, slamming his knuckles onto the concrete, burning around 50-100 in front, clearing a more admitted path for us to go through.

As we continued forwards, fighting off m arines, dodging bullets, and punches, as we looked unstoppable.

Some of the whitebeard pirates smirked while watching us, as a man with a large black mustache smirked. "They are unstoppabletogether, never expected this to happen..." A little elf nodded with agreement as he turned. "MAKE A PATH FOR THEM EVERYONE!!!" Pirates yelled with agreement, as Marines wouldn't let ut go without a fight, as we powered through some more, pulling off insane combos and moves.

As bodies of marines showered down like rain, both of us breathed heavily as I turned to him, smirking.

"Your storng, Ace-san, makes me want to surpass you with Luffy." He chuckled. "Hah! Well, I don't mind bieng surpassed by you in the future cutie, your quite strong yourself...tell me hows my brother?" I frowned from his comment. "He's with your ship doctors." His eyes widened. "What happened-" "Some of the vice admirals got to him, nto your grandpa, but...others...he used a lot of his energy..." Ace looked to the floor, his fists clenching... "Luffy...you idiot...." I watched Ace with silence, as he looked up again. "Well, I now know he's in good hands..." He started to smirk again. "When we get out of here, someday in the future I'll make sure to remember to give him a good scolding...yet I should thank him ...without his help..." He went silent, as I smiled, about to say something to him until the air Suddenly felt cold.

Both of us stopped, Ace's teeth gritted as Admiral Aokiji was in front of us, as Ace's arm held out in front of me, as me and the Marine locked eyes. "Cutie, let me protect you, it's the least I can do." My brows furrowed from his comment as Aokiji simply looked to us. "Someday? There's no tomorrow for both of you.." He spoke, his hands going into his pockets. "You think you can escape?" He asked, as my teeth gritted before the Marine held out his hand, ice forming onto it, which made Ace grin with excitement. "Back up, cutie." I paused, looking at him. "But-" He looked at me. "Trust me..." Fire formed onto him, as my heart race, I knew he was strong, and strong against this Admiral as I nodded, turning and running the other way.

Soon enough, more Ice formed on Aokiji, as a pheasent formed, heading to Ace, while more fire came from the boy, heading to the Admiral, as the two clash, flinging upwards to create a powerful blast and energy to surround the area.

My eyes widened with shock, as the two stared intently at each other, as the Ice of Aokiji was vaporized which made since because of the rule of science.

I smiled, as many others on the battlefield were impressed,as Mister three's face was lit up. "Fire fist Ace...is cool..." Buggy Zoomed to him. "STOP BEING IMPRESSED YOU WAX HEAD!!" He snapped. "S-Sorry, but he is. With Y/n and him fighting together, they're almost unstoppable!"

Buggy didn't like his backup answer, as him and mister three agured, while Ace and you continued to fight off marines, until whitebeard spoke up.

"WHITEBEARD PIRATES!!! LISTEN UP!!! I, AS YOUR CAPTAIN WILL GIVE YOU ONE LAST ORDER!!!!" Me and Ace paused, turning to whitebeard as my eyebrows furrowed, Ae's teeth gritting. "P-Pops!" 'All of you and I will split up from here! Everyone, survive at any costand get back to the New World safely!" He yelled, shocking everyone apart of his crew, even you, as one of his allies spoke up. "P-Pops! Are you planning to die here-" Whitebeard stomped the ground, getting in stance. "I'm a remnant from the old times! There is no ship that can bear me in the new era!" His muscles flexed, creating the same light crack in the air as before, as it spread quickly, as the waves began to run wild. "GO, YOU GUYS!!" My heard broke, as I could barely stand due to the large amount of rumbling. I heard Ace grit his teeth with sadness and annoyance, as he saw me stumbling making him grab my waist and cary me again, as I struggled against his arms, making him let go as I bolted to whitebeard, his eyes widening. "C-Cutie!!"

Trying my best to dodge rubble, waves, or anything that could knock me down, whitebeard saw me run to him, as slight tears were escaping my eyes, this shocked him.

As I got close to him, my tiny arms wrapped around his giant leg, as it shcoked his crew, everyone in the war, and him.

Eyebrows raised, his body slightly tensed, but, his heart slightly felt remorse as he saw my shaky breaths, my back shakingly heaved up and down.

From the first moment he saw me, he knew I was storng, and justa rookie, but, once he saw me fight, with my emotions, and glanced at my personality, he saw me not just as a rookie, but a kind, experienced girl, who just wants what's best for other people, not myself.

And he's exactly right, as the way he felt me grip his pant leg, the way he saw tears flooding from my eyes, he knew that he mattered to me, even if I never truly knew him at all, he was like family already to me.

"Brat..." I didn't look up. "We knew how this was going to end. There is no war, that doesn't come with tragidy....." I shook more. "You want fairness for everyone, the weak, the low ranked, the high ranked, even the rich and the poor...but let me tell you something brat...life doesn't always work that way. There's always a point in life where a journy comes to an end...and for me...to be able to take down the marines, to save Ace with my own life...that's a ending to my era..." I didn't like his words, but I knew they were true...I knew something had to be done, I knew someone had to stop the marines...which is why I accepted it...as I look up to him, my eyes are red and puffy.

But instead of speaking to him...I grabbed one of his large hands, and prayed for him, pray that his death won't be forgotten, and that his legacy will be strong and he will be in a better place.

As Marines and other pirates were confused on what I was doing, Garp ordered everyone to stop what they were doing, as out of respect as everyone in the battlefield was silent.

But, even thought Garp ordered a pause on the matter, Admiral Akainu saw this opportounity to Kill Luffy, who was laying to rest.

Ace saw this, as his eyes widened. "Luffy!!!" He yelled, bolting, as I finished praying, looking that way, as Ace got in fornt of Luffy, as Akainu was about to Kill Ace with his devil fruit.

Qucikly acting, I used my speed to try to get to him in time, Ace's back faced Away from the Admiral, to Luffy as he closed his eyes waiting for death to come, until I stepped in front of him, Akainu's lava fist hitting against my skin as I let out a scream of pain, but his fist didn't go thorugh, it just bruned my skin rather badly, as blood escaped my mouth.

Ace heard my screams from behind him, as his eyes widened with fear, Luffy's did as well.

Crocodile, Buggy, Mister three, Mihawk, Mister one, Jimbei, Ivankov, Aokiji, Smoker, Tashigi, Koby, Marco, Doflamingo, Kizaru, and Whitebeard all looked my way, their faces mixed with shock, fear, and anger, as I was protecting Ace, taking the pain from him.

Both him and Luffy couldn't belive this, as Akainu pulled away with a satisfied 'hmm' as I was about to fall to the floor, before Ace and Luffy ran to me, taking me into their arms. "Y/N-SAN/CUTIE!!!" They screamed, my eyes closing as I was passing out, not caring that Akainu was attacking again, until his fist was stopped by Jinbe, as his water and his lava clashed, both Haki's going crazy.

But as he let go, Marco and the large mustache man attack the admiral quickly Marco out of rage as they got a hit on him, but his skin was turned to lava. "How annoying." He simply spoke. "Can you two see it's too late to save the girl? Look?" Both of them looked to me, laying in Luffy and Ace's arms, as a large burn was on my back, my wound from mihawk broke open, as blood spilled down my side, to my hip.

Their eyes widened, as Ace could still feel a pulse, as Luffy's eyes were lined with fear. "O-Oi...Y-Y/n-san...y-you need t-to get treated-" He paused when I coughed, more blood escaping my mouth as Ace's teeth gritted. "Cutie! Stop struggling! We'll get you out of here! Why did you do this?! It was supposed to be me who was in your position, so why did you have to act like an idiot-" "S-S-S-Stop i-i-it..." I brokenly spoke, my tired eyes looking to him. "A-A hero....d-doesn't l-live k-knowing that s-someone else d-dies....a-a h-hero d-dies knowing a person is s-saved...and well." Ace's teeth gritted. "Don't say that! Your not dying! We'll take you to a doctor! You'll be fine!" I chuckled, then coughed up more blood. "I have faith.....don't..." I started to feel even more tired, as more of my weight leaned more on Luffy, as my eyes closed more. "Worry..."

And with that...all I saw was black....as I heard the screams and cries of the two brothers...who was fearful I might die.

"Y/N-SAN!!"

"CUTIE!!!"

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The war was over.

Shanks stopped the war.

Whitebeard died from Blackbeard, who stole his devil fruit.

And Fire Fist Ace, was Alive...but broken without his captain, and me by his side.

I was taken by a new group of pirates, who's captain seemed to be a doctor.

Ace and Luffy went on the ship with me, not leaving my side as Jimbei was injured as well, as he needed to get treated.

The crew of the doctor prepped us for a major surgery, as the man who was quite handsome, with tattooes, black hiar and sideburns was putting on gloves, his eyes glued to me as he could tell I just didn't have burns on my chest, their were internal injuries as well, even for jimbei.

So, the man went to work, doing everything he can to fix any internal injuries on me, and my wound from Mihawk, as there was more wrong than the fragments Marco had gotten out.

As Ace and Luffy where helplessly waiting for the operation to be done, the submarine shook, causing the two to be alert as Ace and him looked out a peaking hold, watching as the sea turned into ice.

"Shit!" Ace grumbled, turning to Luffy. "Hang on!" Both of them hanged onto something, as the submarine changed courses, Sinking lower to try and escape the ice. It was successful, as everything thought things were calming down, until the ship rattled again, as Kizaru send multiple shots with his devil fruit to the submarine, which is impressive, since the Submarine is far away.

But, the person steering the ship was smarter, as he was able to go lower and lower avoiding the attacks with ease, as Shanks and everyone still at Marineford.

Once things have died down, the world knew the war was over, as the marines anounced they won, even though they were the one's who failed to kill Ace, but saw Whitebeards death, who was killed by blackbeard as their victory.

For a couple of hours, once the submarine was in a safe distance, it came up from the water, as on the deck, the walking polar bear came out happy, feeling the cool air hitting his furr with a bright smile.

"It's so refreshing! How nice it is outside!" He spoke, as Ace and Luffy came out as well.

But, to their demise, their was a Navy ship beside the submarine, as the empress Boa Hancock jumped down from it. "Luffy!" She yelled, hugging him instantly. "I'm so glad your ok!" she spoke happily, as Ace's eyes widened with pure shock, as did the pirates and Polarbear.

"HOW DID YOU FIND US HERE?!" Snapped the polarbear as Hancock still hugged Luffy. "WE THOUGHT THE NAVY FOLLOWED US HERE!" She let go of Luffy, as she pointed to her snake. "I apolagize, I made Salome follow you underwater." "I see!" "Don't change the subject furry beast!" "The Polar bear slumped. "So mean.." "SO WEAK!" His crewmates yelled, as Boa continued. "How's Jimbei, and the girl? Will they recover-" She was paused when the doors opened, as the captain of the Heart Pirates, Trafalgar Law came out with a blank face, whiping his hands. "I did everything I could." One of her eyebrows rose. "So, they're alive?" He sighed. "We were able to stabalize btoh of them, However...the girl took greater damager than you think. With the sword slash on her side, and internal injuries, as well as the massvie amounts of cuts, bruises and burns, there is no garantee that she will survive yet." Luffy and Ace's heart broke from his truthfull words, as both of them looked to the ground, anger and sadness travelling through their bodies.

"IT'S NO WONDER!!" A new, familiar voice spoke, as they looked on the marine ship to see Ivankov and her crew. "Y/n-girl didn't back down when trying to Save you Ace-boy!" The Heart pirates were confused when looking to Ivankov, as their heads tilted. "Who are they?" Luffy smiled. "That's Ivan-chan! She helped me and Y/n rescue you Ace!" He confessed, as Ace put a hand to his hips. "I see. Well, I'm greatful." Boa scoffed, crossing her arms. "They have snuck on the ship.." Ivankov jumped, landed on the ship in front of everyone. "I can't belive she pushed herself that hard! With the amount of strength she had, and with how much she could withstand, I'd never thought she'd ever get hurt like this! That's how much she wanted to help you Straw boy, and Ace boy!" Both of their hearts raced, knowin gthe full situation of your kindness, as Ace looked away, his brows furrowing.

"But, when Whitebeard died in front of her eyes....that's when she truly knew the world wasn't fair to people like us. DAMN IT! THE WORLD DOESN'T HAVE JUSTICE! IT PISSES ME OFF!"

Boa hancock felt remorse for me, even though she hasn't met me, as she thought of me as a same species, a strong woman. "It is sad that I never got to meet this girl...she has truly earned my respect." She spoke, looking away. "Everyone on that battlefield wished that was us taking her place."

Ivankov crossed her arms. "Indeed, with how the warlords, marines, and pirates alike watching her fight, and how kind she was, there was no doubt Y/n-san had gathered a unique audience to her! Even with her bald head!" The polar bear looked to Ivankov. "Oh! I've been wondering why she was bald....it's weird to see a human girl with no hair-NOT THAT IT'S A BAD THING OF COURSE-" "She's bald for a reason, which wasn't her fault.." everyone paused, and turned to the deep male voice, as Crocodile was on the ship, as Ace, Luffy, and Laws crew got in stance, as he just sighed with annoyance. "Stop your defense crap I'm not here to hurt nobody....that will come later until I know Y/n is alive...not that I care for her anyway..." Law's head titled. "Y/n?" Crocodile glared to him. "That's the girls name..." "Ah, I see."

Crocodile looked to everyone. "It's not my place to tell you this, but since she probably won't wake up for a while...I guess you need to know what she told me...and Mugiwara...Y/n isn't from this 'world.'"

Everyone's eyes widened, except Luffy. "R-REALLY?! THAT'S MADNESS!" Ivankov spoke, as Ace nodded. "Yeah! What makes you say she told you-"

"If you've seen her powers, their like nothing the world has ever seen, extreme strength, incredible speed, powerful enough to take down a giant with one punch, you all saw it yourselves, the way she fought Hawkeye without hesitation, splitting the sea when almost punchin a marine, how she fought three admirals by herself, you'd see she's not like any devil fruit user, plus, she told me back at Impel down she didn't know what a Devilfruit is..." Law put a finger to his chin. "Your words seem belivable...I'm guessing you escaped with her correct, all of you?"

Luffy nodded. "Yeah, she was a great help. But, she told me much more than from being a different world, she told me her powers were transfered to her by another person." "R-REALLY?!" everyone except Law, Crocodile, and Luffy yelled, as he nodded. "Yeah, by a name of Saitama, who is basically a hero to her."

Ivankov. "So, a man named Saitama, who is also from a different world, gave Abby-girl her powers. It all makes since of why she never heard of a Devil fruit before. But, Why did he do that?" Luffy looked to the ground. "He saw potential and how brave she was, she had a sickness." Everyone paused, brows furrowing. "A sickness?" Ace repeated. "What kind of Sickness Luffy?" Luffy stayed silent for a bit, still looking to the ground. "She told me when she was little, she wanted a life full of fun and Adventure, that is until she got sick, with a disease called luekemia.."

Law's eyes widened. "L-Luekemia! You mean she had a type of Cancer?! That makes much more since...."

Ace's head tilted. "C-Cancer? What is that?" Ivankov sighed. "It is a form of sickeness that is rising in our world, that already exists in her world, it can easily kill a human wihtout the propper treatment, as Luekemia is only active to young children, which Abby-girl sadly faced. I see why this Saitama-man gave her his powers, he saw a warrior behind those eyes. Tell me, Luffy, was she alone during this Cancer phase?" Luffy looked away. "Yes. She also told me, her parents were killed by monsters from her world..." The deck went silent again, as Hancock put a hand over her mouth. "Poor thing...s-so she was fighting alone..."

"Until that man showed up.." Ace finished, as the deck went silent again.

But, the silence was broken when Pirates were scolding for someone to get rest, as Jimbei came out brokenly, looking straight at Law.

"Jimbei!" Ivankov yelled, as the fishmans eyes glared right at Law. "You're Trafalgar Law from the North Blue, aren't you?" Law simply nodded, as Ivankov put her hands to her hips. "Hey, is it ok for you to move around like that" Jimbei ignored her question, as he was still looking at law. "Thank you!" He spoke, then continued. "You saved my life.." He bowed with respect. "You must rest. It could kill you." Law blankly spoke, his arms crossed as Jimbei shook his head. "I can't ease my mind...not when Y/n is fighting for survival...it's impossible!" He contineud. "What she and Ace has lossed was too important to them both, that is why I know that Abby-san must be going through far worse! At least, her instinct, her faith forced her to lose consiousness at that time. Even if she survives...." Tears start to form in his eyes. "I can't stop worrying about the moment when she wakes up." His words struck everyone's hearts, even Crocodiles, as he understood that seeing whitebeard, who aided me died in front of my eyes would effect me someway, as he looked to the ground, his teeth gritted, as Ace's fist clenched, feeling the same way as Jimbei did.

But, as the silence went on, Boa looked to the polar bear. "You, Fuzzy beast, do you have a transponder snail?" Her question made the bear fix his posture. "Yeah..I mean...yes, ma'am! I'm sorry..." He confessed, as she looked to the others. "I'm gonna call the Kuja's ship so we can go across the Calm Belt even with this submarine. If the government finds out that Y/n is alive, they're gonna come after her with how much power she has shown to them. Let us harbor her at the Maiden Island!" Everyone was shocked by her answer, as she continued. "If they still see me as a Warlord....then...."

"She can rest safely!!"

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Author: YAYYYYYYY! ACE IS RESCUED!!!!!! WOHOO!!!

Author: Sorry this chapter as a bit long, I wanted to put two episodes together, so I hope you don't mind.

Author: I hope you enjoyed todays chapter, and don't forget about the fanart contest!

Author: Remember! When your done drawing both pictrues, please attach it and message me it on Tumblr instantly! There is still time for people to enter!!!

Author: Have a good night everyone, BYE LOVELIES!!"

[miliwritesnow]

I'd like to imagine that Bakugou doesn't ask people out on dates, and it's more just like there's a circumstance/annoyance that leads him to hang out with someone more often.

I wrote an example of this, where the person in question happens to be a hero whose really good at martial arts and has a quirk that can reshape metal into weapons.

This is somewhat of a continuation of my previous scenario if you guys are curious! You can find it in my blog thingy!

Bakugou Inadevertently Agreeing to Weekly Dates

"Old hair. Fight me.” She raises a brow at the suggestion, metal arms to her hips.

“Bakugou. You don’t need to fight me. You know how this is going to end. I’m not better than you—I’m not even close.” she sighs.

Bakugou doesn't take that as an excuse. Without a warning, He lunges with a steady right hook, armed with the force of a minor explosion. He sees her eyes widen as she instinctively, with a familiar gracefulness, steps aside—but it doesn't end there. In one fluid movement, he grabs his arm and grounds him with the force of his momentum.

It was a small, effective movement. Bakugou curses when he feels himself falling. On the ground, He feels the pressure of her grip on my wrist and feels her pull to strain the muscles in his shoulders.

She lets go and lets him try again. Bakugou lifts his leg in the air to kick her side with a trail of explosions. She lifts an arm, grabbing the leg and pulling it forward and upward in one swift movement. Again, his back slams to the ground when he loses balance.

What the fuck.

His opponent raises a brow, not quite conceiving why he felt the urge to fight so suddenly.

“What are you doing?” a tone that only aggravated Bakugou's annoyance.

He pops up from the ground and tries a third time, picking up the pace of punches with even larger explosions. A left jab. A right hook. An uppercut.  Bakugou sees the growing panic in her eyes as she tries to keep up. He tests her, slowly cranking up the power in his quirk. 

During the exchange, he realizes a sharp pain in his arm every time she blocks a hit, and after a while, Bakugou notices that she’s not blocking. In fact, her blocks were just attacks that happened to defend, and the harder he goes, the more painful the counters seem to be. She was hitting back, and it was hurting him way more than it hurt her because of those damn metal arms. For a moment, he catches a glimpse of the beauty he saw before. It was the way that she moved and her steady resolve to face him. It made his heart skip a beat.

She catches his wrist in her metal hands, squeezing firmly. Bakugou takes another arm, retaliating with a large explosion, but she expertly blocks the attack with her quirk, creating a thin shield between her and the explosion. She pulled the arm she grabbed, wrapping it around his back with the momentum of his punch. A swift kick to the knee, and Bakugou is on the ground again. Her knee presses against his back as she pulls his arm to apply pressure. Bakugou can’t move.

“What are you trying to prove?” she says calmly. “I can't beat you if you go any faster than this."

"I wasn't done yet hag! How are you so damn strong?! You barely even used your fucking quirk!" Bakugou scowled.

We was annoyed. He wasn't done testing her limits. Bakugou knew that she could have gone faster than that. There's no way that a small skirmish was more than she can handle. That's bullshit. Bakugou didn't even hit her yet.

"Bakugou. You know better than anyone that you're stronger than me. Let's put this to rest. I'm not better than you." she argues, exasperated. Truthfully, she had just gotten back from work and was exhausted. She didn't really know where he was pulling all this energy from, considering he was also there, fighting villains with her, not even an hour ago.

Throughout the conversation, Bakugou was starting to get pissed off, not just because he wasnt satisfied with his fight, but because his face was still in the fucking ground.

"GET OFF ME DAMMIT!" Bakugou roared.

"Only if you promise to stop whatever fighting thing you were trying to pull," she states simply. 

"And what if I don't?" He growls.

"Then at least fight me on my terms. You and me, no quirk. I don't want anything to get destroyed. We're in my neighborhood."

Not use his quirk? Is she crazy?

"Hell no!" she gives it a thought.

"You're right… That's hardly fair. You don't beat me like that…" she mutters, but with her practically on top of him, Bakugou hears her anyway. He narrow his eyes.

"You think I can't beat you without my quirk?" 

"No. You don't have a chance," she says, a little too quickly. "That's your whole strength. You've mastered your quirk to the point where it's like breathing, and I've mastered my body the same way you mastered your quirk. It's like disarming you when I'm fully armed. It's hardly a fair fight." Anger bubbled inside of Bakugou's stomach.

"No," he growls.

"No?" she repeats back, confused.

"I'll fucking beat you without my quirk, you old hag!"

She pauses. Bakugou could practically feel the little gears turning in that pretty little head of hers. He hears a sigh, and she loosens her grip, stepping away from him. She brings an arm up, motioning at Bakugou to try again. He takes the invitation with a devilish grin, dashing forward. True to his word, Bakugou doesn't use his quirk, hitting her with the full force of his own body. 

But it wasn’t as easy as it all seemed. In the hour they fought, Bakugou ended up on the ground within seconds of getting up. He was flipped and held in every conceivable position, and every time he seemed to gain a grasp of how she fought, she’d flip the switch from her repetoire of moves, and suddenly, Bakugou is back to where he started.

She did all of that barely moving at all. Bakugou was working his ass off to land a fucking hit, and she was barely breaking a sweat. It fucking pissed him off.

“You don’t beat me without your quirk Bakugou. I’ve been doing this since I was six,” His opponent sighs again. 

Bakugou scoffs in irritation, but he had no choice but to agree with her.

She moved like she’s been fighting ever since you left the womb, that combat freak. He remembered now why as a hero, she was deemed the best hand-to-hand combat fighter in Japan. They said she could beat fifty percent of the villains without her quirk, but having experienced it first hand, he'd fucking bet that number is closer to seventy with how many low-quality D-listers have been popping up lately. Bakugou never paid attention to shit like that but fucking hell, how could he have just realized how ridiculously strong she was?

“I’ll beat you without my quirk, hag!” she chuckles. Bakugou couldn't resist letting out one last line in defiance.

“Even if I were to teach you now, no matter how fast you learn, will you really be able to catch up to more than a decade’s worth of training?”

Was that a challenge?

“Watch me,” Bakugou feels the corners of his lips lift up to a smirk. He meets her in the eyes smugly.

She blinks in confusion at his confidence, but that only widens the smirk on Bakugou's face to a lopsided grin.

She smiles, almost failing to hold in a laugh at the ridiculous face he was making. In that brief second, Bakugou's eyes linger on her lips and the way it creases slightly upwards. An unknown feeling stirs in his stomach. She rests her cool metal hand on his shoulder, smiling wider.

"If you're up to commute to Saitama every week, I always train outside my place when I'm off at around seven in the evening on Thursdays. You can bother me then."

She walks past, and the hand leaves his shoulder, leaving a void in its wake. Bakugou stared at her retreating form and scoffed, trying to shake off the unfamiliar feeling.

"I'll be there, hag."

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starting a tag game for writers

Hi, it's Asmi! Okay, so, I've seen so many people afraid to start/continue writing because they're afraid it'll be garbage. And it's so sad how much joy and creativity is getting lost because of that fear. I've written utter shit before, and looking back on it is actually hilarious, and also, it's a reminder of how far I've come as a writer.

I really, really want people to be less afraid of the written word and of creating, and to get rid of that aura of mystery and elitism that often covers the writing process. Writing is messy and it's hell and it's torture. And it's amazing.

So here's the tag game:

Give me three lines/paragraphs that you've written that you love [fiction, non-fiction, from different works or the same, from completed stories or poems or WIPs, from yesterday or ten years ago] that you love. If that seems hard, even one will do. It doesn't have to be perfect. It can just be something silly that gives you joy.

And give me three lines/paragraphs that you've written that you dislike and find shitty. Anything at all as long as you wrote it. If you think it's ridiculous or absolute fucking garbage, even better! That's the point of this game. To see that we all write good things and bad things. Yeah? You can do this. And remember that both these categories are subjective.

I'll start. It's not as scary as it seems, I promise.

Things I've written that I find shitty:

The first man grabbed him by his collar, pinned him against the wall of the cave in which they were standing, and spat, “It doesn’t matter what you’ve done before. If the Queen’s not in the graveyard tonight, King Baza’s going to plan a most delightful execution for you. And even if he doesn’t, you being his nephew and all, I will arrange an accidental blowing up of your house when you are, tragically, inside.” [discount wall slam scene courtesy of 2016 Asmi, you're welcome]

“Overreacting?” said Dextor in disbelief, staring at Jay like, ‘What is wrong with you, dude?’ [sigh. my serious-scene-writing left a lot to be desired.]

“Don’t go,” I said, fighting tears. “Please, don’t leave me, too! You’re all I have left.” Strange thoughts for a child, but I meant every word. She looked at me with anguish. “I am sorry, Phil. Believe me, you are all I have, too, and this hurts me more than it does you. You’re like my son.” [I'm hysterical rereading this melodramatic shit, which was NOT the intended effect]

Things that I've written that I love:

He dropped the books onto a nearby chair and pulled her into his arms as he’d been longing to do all day, the smell of blueberries and hair product and her. The books she was holding were pressed against his chest, and he didn’t care. Why did he need to love the stars when he could love her, why did he need to look up at the sky for answers when they were right there in his arms? [I love this because when I first wrote it, I thought it was romantic, but I realised later that the boy, Ant, is aroace, and it doesn't change a thing about this scene, except that their love is platonic]

"Maybe being happy is the best that we can do. Maybe that’s more than most people manage, anyway.” They stood in front of the entrance, over puddles that reflected all the broken skyscrapers and the colours of the street and the grey-yellow sky. “Whatever you do with your parents,” she said. “Don’t let your guilt get in the way of doing ballet. It’s not wrong to be happy. It’s not.” [This is from the book I finished and I published, and I just really like this paragraph. It's not my favourite, but it makes me smile.]

The last you may leave wherever you please, wherever it is birds land to die. [A line from a poem I wrote in 2022, I like the rhythm]

(It took effort to find ones that I wanted to share, oof. If you find this difficult just know you're not alone. I usually like my writing, but turns out it's hard to take something you created and go hey, look, I'm proud of this. But we can do it.)

Alright, of course anyone who sees this is welcome to join, and tag the writers you know so we can all be uh writerly together :") but to start it off, no pressure tags @howmanyholesinswisscheese, @1800ineedshelp, @queermarzipan, @thescholarlystrumpet, @madfangirlontheloose.

Oh, and also tagging @neil-gaiman, @dduane, @drchucktingle just because maybe if you see this and join in, new writers will find comfort in knowing their role models have ups and downs, good and bad days too :")

Have a lovely day, everyone, and keep writing.

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The Titan squad-3

Hatsune and kung lao were on their guard seeing a titan Scorpion with his kunai chain wrapped around Kitana "what should we do?" Kung lao asked Hatsune she thought for a second and had an idea she then looked at Kung lao "wait for my signal and then- Kung lao!!" Hatsune said as kung lao threw his hat at scorpion but scorpion ducked and smirked "nice try" scorpion said only to look in front of him only to see Hatsune as kung lao had disappeared.

"what the-" kung lao grabbed Scorpion by his neck quickly as he jumped out from his hat and slammed Scorpion on the ground Kitana removed the kunai chains quickly from her neck while Hatsune observed the fight.

"not bad of a plan" Hatsune said to kung lao "thanks" kung lao said getting off from scorpion as kung lao went to Hatsune and Kitana scorpion stood up from behind kung lao Scorpions hands engulfed flames as he was about to burn kung lao "kung lao behind you!!" Kitana shouted Hatsune created bright flames in her hands but her flames weren't red they were hellish blue she blasted scorpion before he could harm kung lao.

Scorpion got off from the ground dusting himself off as the flames didn't have any effect on him "a worthy opponent" scorpion said with a devilish smirk "let's see who wins this round hell face" Hatsune said as she stepped infront of scorpion with her guard ready scorpion threw his kunai chain at Hatsune wrapping it around her legs and throwing her towards a bunch of trees.

Hatsune got flung back in mid air but she landed on the ground and dashed forward scorpion also dashed towards Hatsune.

Hatsune had her blue flames around her hand ready to kill scorpion there and there and scorpion was going to do the same to her as their flame fists were going to collide their legs and lower torso got frozen.

Scorpion and Hatsune flames disappeared and they looked at each other confused "Hanzo, Hatsune stop this fighting at once!!" The two looked to see sub kuai Liang standing there with a stern expression "kuai Liang/ Sub kuai Liang" Scorpion and Hatsune said as they melted the ice off.

Scorpion went to sub kuai Liang "kuai Liang" Scorpion said "Hanzo" sub kuai Liang said as Scorpion approached sub kuai Liang Scorpion grabbed kuai Liang's collar and bent down a bit kissing the cryomancer on the lips.

Kitana was shocked, kung lao clicked a picture and Hatsune stood there in disbelief Scorpion hanzo pulled away from the kiss "kuai my depressed snowflake I have missed you dearly" Scorpion hanzo said "as i missed you Hanzo my sun warrior" Sub kuai Liang said looking up at scorpion Hanzo "what the fuck!?" Hatsune shouted.

"sub kuai he tried to kill us!!" Kitana said "this is so gay.. can't wait to show this to Johnny and kenshi" kung lao said. "Kitana calm down and kung lao delete that picture" sub kuai Liang said Kung lao pouted "no fair" kung lao said "sub kuai Liang mind introducing us to him?" Hatsune asked Sub kuai Liang. "This is Scorpion Hanzo he is from another dimension a titan he's my fiancee" sub kuai Liang said "okay first of all congratulations second of all why did he try to kill us?" Kung lao asked Sub kuai Liang.

"it was a training exercise" Scorpion hanzo said "yea you tied Kitana up with your kunai chain, almost burned kung lao and we almost punched each other to the depths of netherrealm," Hatsune said with a frown. "Okay why don't you all head to bed," kuai Liang said Hatsune, kung lao and Kitana bowed and wished them both good night before going.

"it seems we have a lot of work to do" scorpion Hanzo said "wait Hanzo, why are you here all of a sudden?" Sub kuai Liang asked Scorpion hanzo "i am here to protect you and those kids from our new titan killer and perhaps help you train those kids into proper fearless warriors" Scorpion hanzo said.

"i appreciate the help hanzo but i am afraid that something bad will happen" sub kuai Liang said scorpion Hanzo put his arm gently around sub kuai Liang's waist bringing him closer and kissed his forehead "let's get you some sleep kuai you'll need it for tomorrow" Scorpion hanzo said sub kuai Liang wanted to protest but sighed in defeat.

Hatsune was currently in her room reading the book when she saw a picture of a dragon on one of the pages "what's this..?" Hatsune asked herself only to see the title.

'κόλαση (kólasi): the creature of hell'

Hatsune looked at the dragon that was drawn on the page "this is exactly like hell in my opinion but okay" Hatsune said to herself as she looked at the picture of the dragon but no details were written about it "huh that's weird.." Hatsune mumbled to herself she then put the book down and went to sleep.

The next day

It was early in the morning when kung lao had gone to the wu shi academy to meet kenshi he wanted to talk to the blind warrior about Hatsune and what had happened between them but he didn't want to tell kenshi Hatsune was here because the girl had a lot going on in her mind and telling kenshi might make it worse or risk being better.

Kenshi was currently at the wu shi academy talking with Johnny under the shade of a tree "Johnny.." kenshi said with a frown "come on kenshi it's just a week vacation besides it's not like your work is going to fall behind" Johnny said to kenshi "fine" kenshi said to Johnny "kenshi!!" The blind swordsman sensed kung lao approaching him from behind "yes kung lao?" Kenshi asked kung lao as he turned to face him "I need to talk to you it's important" kung lao said to kenshi with a stern look on his face "now lao bro you can talk to kenshi later starting from now he's on vacation so your problems can wait until a week" Johnny said kenshi was about to say something "kenshi i need to know what happened between you and Hatsune" kung lao said to kenshi who faced kung lao with a suprised look on his face "what.. Hatsune?" kenshi said shocked "i need to know what happened between you two of you" kung lao said to kenshi "come with me" kenshi said to kung lao.

Hatsune was currently going to visit Hanzo again in the shirai ryu she had reached the backyard of the shirai ryu compound only to see that the empress has came to visit with the umgadi.

Empress mileena had come to visit due to personal problems in outworld and beside mileena was Kitana who was also there because of the problems.

Suddenly Kitana looked at Hatsune who was pretty quiet and was listening in on the conversation "so this is the situation-" "Hatsune!!" Kitana went to Hatsune who looked at Kitana "Kitana what-" Hatsune got cut off as Kitana hugged Hatsune "what are you doing here?" Kitana asked Hatsune "i was just going to check on Hanzo but what are you doing here?" Hatsune asked Kitana "outworld problems" Kitana said to Hatsune who looked at Tomas who looked at Hatsune "alright but i should leave I can come back later-" "you are not leaving, come with me" Kitana said dragging Hatsune with her.

Tomas stared at Hatsune and Kitana "since when were they friends?" Tomas asked Hanzo "Hatsune doesn't usually make any friends but-" "hanzo, Tomas" kuai Liang said to Tomas and Hanzo who stopped talking.

"Netherrealm soldiers have been attacking our war camps and are trying to take over Outworld" mileena said to kuai Liang "did you say netherrealm have been attacking your war camps?" Hatsune asked mileena "indeed they have been attacking for the past two weeks" mileena said to Hatsune "past two weeks huh.., I'll go have a look at them" Hatsune said to herself.

"And what can you possibly do to help?" Mileena asked Hatsune who looked at mileena with a smirk "let's just say i know how to solve your situation" Hatsune said to mileena.

Kenshi and kung lao were in the private backyard of the wu shi academy where they can peacefully talk without anyone hearing them "it's been a while since we talked with just the two of us" kenshi said with a smile but kung lao still wanted to know "so what happened?" Kung lao asked kenshi "kung lao it's hard for me to tell you but Hatsune is my half sister we are both related through my mother who had an affair.." kenshi said to kung lao "alright" kung lao said to kenshi "let's just say in the beginning the two of us were inseparable" kenshi said with a smile remembering the happy moments he had.

Flashback

At the yakuza mansion a six year old kenshi was currently training with his sword in the backyard when he suddenly heard the sound of crying coming from behind the tree.

Kenshi went behind the tree to see a four year old Hatsune crying behind the tree she had gotten injured badly on her leg "Hatsu what happened!?" Kenshi asked as he bent down on one knee to Hatsune level to see her leg injured "i got hurt oni-chan " Hatsune said crying kenshi sighed and picked Hatsune up "come on let me patch you up" kenshi said to Hatsune as he carried her on his back.

kenshi was currently being scolded by his father "you'll be sleeping outside tonight until you realise your mistake!!" His father shouted at him.

Kenshi was currently sleeping outside freezing in the cold night 'looks like I'll definitely catch a fever' kenshi thought to himself hugging himself to sleep when he suddenly felt someone warm against him he opened his eyes to see Hatsune putting a blanket on him he pretended to be asleep and felt his sister hugging him as she snuggle against him kenshi opened his eyes and hugged his sister close "thank you Hatsu" kenshi mumbled to her and wrapped the blanket around both of them.

Flashback end

"i still remember them every time she would try to hide her bruises i would always heal them and whenever I was punished and slept outside she would always be there" kenshi said to kung lao who tried not to cry "what happened next?" Kung lao asked "the day we drifted apart, the day i started to hate her was when our mother died" kenshi said to Kung lao.

Flashback

An eight year old kenshi was currently training with his sword when suddenly his father came running towards him his father's sword was covered in blood and he was in panic "kenshi!!" His father said "father what happened?" Kenshi asked him concerned "you sister has gone crazy!!" His father said kenshi was shocked "what do you mean-" "she killed your mother" his father said to kenshi his eyes widen "what-" "your sister has been banished for this and if you don't believe me see for yourself" the father said kenshi quickly stood up and went.

Kenshi eyes were in tears when he opened the door to his mother's room to see the dead body.

Flashback end

Kenshi looked down "wait Hatsune killed your mother?" Kung lao asked kenshi "I know I was shocked too considering she was always innocent and sweet but when my father told me that she did and when I saw the dead body of my mother fallen on the ground as my mom was bleeding from the stomach and that my sister was responsible for it.." kenshi looked down sadly and in grief "that memory is still on my mind" kenshi said to kung lao.

"that explains but- wait you saw the body? Like it was just lying there?" Kung lao asked kenshi as he thought about his story for a moment "yes with blood.." kenshi said to Kung lao "kenshi if your mom was killed why would her body just lay there shouldn't it be covered with a blanket and shouldn't your people be there to investigate?" Kung lao asked kenshi"my dad made it clear she killed mother-" "kenshi try to remember what you actually saw when your dad told you" kung lao said to kenshi.

Kenshi remembered when his mother had died he remembered his father "his sword was covered in blood and his face had blood all over it but he was.." kenshi paused realisation hit him "never on a mission that day.." kenshi said to kung lao "kenshi do you think that Hatsune actually killed your mother?" Kung lao asked kenshi "i am not sure anymore" kenshi said.

Kenshi was in shock kung lao hugged kenshi "it's okay kenshi we'll fix this" kung lao said to kenshi "how am I supposed to fix this? How am I going to explain to her why i never looked for her and-" "never looked for her!? Kenshi you never looked for your sister but how would she have such hatred towards you, that doesn't seem right" kung lao said to kenshi "kung lao how do you know about all this?" Kenshi asked kung lao "well...." Kung lao said as he began to explain himself.

At liu Kangs office sub kuai Liang and scorpion Hanzo entered the room to see a worried liu Kang "liu Kang what happened!?" Sub kuai Liang asked concerned "the safe has been opened and whatever was in there was taken" liu Kang said to the two "what!? that safe contained ancient magic and information that was important!!" Sub kuai Liang "who could have taken it?" Scorpion Hanzo asked "Geras said the safe was opened by powerful nether realm magic but who would have this powerful magic that's the question" liu Kang said.

Scorpion Hanzo thought for a moment "powerful nether realm magic, liu Kang where is Hatsune from?" Scorpion Hanzo asked "the netherrealm she's an assassin not a mage" liu Kang said to scorpion Hanzo who quickly went out of the door "I'll go with him don't worry" sub kuai Liang said to liu Kang "be safe kuai Liang after your condition-" "I'll be fine don't worry" sub kuai Liang said before going out of the door.

Kung lao was talking with kenshi explaining everything when Kitana came to them "have you guys seen Hatsune!?" Kitana asked them "no wasn't she at the monastery?" Kung lao asked "no she isn't lord liu Kang sent me a message, Hatsune might be in danger" Kitana said to kung lao "i am coming with you" kenshi said to them "kenshi it might be dangerous" kung lao said to kenshi "i think it's time i have a chat with my little sister kung lao this might fix everything between us." kenshi said to kung lao "fine" kung lao said to kenshi.

[oldfangirl81]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tag @sugdenlovesdingle

This will be a crossover with Teen Wolf and Marvel. WinterHawk where Clint gets transported to world a where he is a wolf and mated to Bucky. And the wolf Clint gets transported to a world where they are still just friends dancing around each other.

Summary for now: Clint was compelled to touch the rock. So he touched the rock against Bucky’s yelling. The chaos god who created it was very satisfied with the results.

And seven sentences is just a suggestion, right?

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There was a bright light and an odd noise. It took a moment for Bucky’s eyes to adjust and he quickly looked Clint over for injuries.

“Are you okay? I told you not to touch the strange rock.” Bucky didn’t want to explain to Natasha that he allowed her archer to get broken.

Clint’s eyes flashed blue before he slammed Bucky against the wall hard enough to cause his vibranium arm to leave a dent. Which was not something Clint could have done a few seconds ago.

“Who the hell are you? Where is my mate?” growled Clint. He actually growled as he sniffed Bucky. “You smell close but you aren’t him. Where the fuck is my mate?”

“What the hell are you talking about? And how about you back the fuck up.” Bucky tried to push Clint off him. Tried being the keyword there because the other man didn’t budge a millimeter.

Clint growled again shaking Bucky.

“I honestly have no idea what you are talking about, Barton. We were doing a favor for Shuri when you felt compeled to touch the rock, there was a big lightshow with sound effects and then next thing I know you slammed me into the wall. I say again how about backing up.”

“You aren’t lying.” Clint frowned stepping back from Bucky. “Your heart didn’t skip.”

“I’m not lying but it also doesn't work like that. And since when could you hear anyone’s heartbeat?”

“Since I got the bite.” Clint starts pacing trying to figure out exactly what happened. “But I didn’t touch the stone in my universe.”

“Your universe?” Bucky was dreading having to call Strange. He was always such a pretentious jackass. “What kind of bite are you talking about? Werewolf? Do you run naked howling at the moon?”

Clint froze in his pacing to give Bucky a look. “Yes but we only run naked howling at the moon on the Summer Solstice.”

“Really? You expect me to believe that you are a werewolf?”

Clint rolled his eyes before changing into a very large tan wolf and back again. “Believe me now?”

Bucky had his gun pointed at Clint before the man finished the question. “What in the hell, Barton? How do I get my, er, the human Barton back? He will still be human when he comes back, right?”

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No pressure tagging

@nancys-braids @betrayedbycinnamon @chicken-wayng @oldefashioned

[shimmerbeasts]

[ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender pins the receiver against a wall out of sheer rage. Sevika @ Jinx!

Horrors||Accepting.

The familiarity of it all gave this moment a certain morbid hilarity. Even though her narrow shoulders were pounding from how roughly they made contact against the nearest wall, Jinx could not help herself: The meagre Ocelot Vastaya's body started to shake and shudder as the younger Zaunite laughed in the older woman's face. Even though Sevika slammed her brown, muscular arm against her throat and made breathing hard with how furious she was, Jinx could not stop herself. Her action seemed to infuriate the older woman even more as the pressure upon Jinx's neck grew. Drawing breath became harder, yet somehow the delirium of a lack of oxygen made the Loose Canon only bolder.

"Come on!", Jinx whisper-shouted, "You insisted that I get involved in this whole situation, but the moment I get involved, you are surprised that it results in people dying?! You've known me since I was ten! You don't get to act surprised or angry over this!"

'This' were a couple of Noxian soldiers, which Jinx had used as guinea pigs for an experiment, she considered a resounding success. Silco's theory had proven to be true: Shimmer used against people who were no Vastaya or Vastayan descendants had a horrifying side effect. It made them so volatile that they attacked their closest allies. Which was exactly what Jinx had done to the small group of Noxian soldiers she had found. Shooting the equivalence of small tranquiliser darts, filled to the brim with her Shimmer blood, into their bodies. Then all she had to do, was watch these soldiers turn a whole new kind of savage. It had been satisfying to see and a welcoming mockery of their own brutal conquerer nature.

Jinx pressed her hand against Sevika's wrist and with some effort forced her to let go of her throat. She said: "I told you me getting involved with all this would not be a good idea. But you went on and on about how as a symbol, I owed it to Silco. Well, guess what, Sevika? I got involved! And you clearly do not seem to be happy about it! So, what is it, eh? Do you want me to be involved or not? Make up your mind!"

She pulled herself free from the clutches of the other woman and took a couple steps to the side to create some distance. Shovelling the air back into her lungs, Jinx rubbed at her throat. The weirdest thing was that even now, she barely minded it when Sevika manhandled her like this. That brutish bear had always been rough. Even in those training sessions, when she taught Jinx how to handle close-quarter combat. Sure, it was ordered by Silco, but Sevika clearly also saw it as a chance to just take her frustrations out on the target of said frustrations. So, the dull, intimate and familiar pain done by this hand was like an old friend.

[masked-ragdoll]

FIC:

written with @tanileaf (feat. their minecraft sona)

also featuring @heli-0s in the fic

Jay hopped down to the lower part of the hill to where a flat space had been dug out for a create farm. He had left all of his things in his backpack at his base, because he knew that he wouldn’t want to lose anything if he died during the weapon testing, which he probably would.

“Here.” Confused tossed them a regeneration charm, which he equipped. The pink heart laid gently on their chest, and they could feel a faint warmth from it.

“Ready?”

“Yup!”

Confused pulled back their bow, three arrows at the ready. Jay tried not to tense as he pointed them directly at him. Arrows flew and Jay felt a barrage of sharp points impale him all over his body. They stumbled back a few steps before they started to levitate into the air. They looked around to see that they had also been given blindness, so they could not see anyone else. They could feel their health dropping quickly as they floated up.

Everything had gone cold by the time the blindness retreated. Jay was still levitating further into the sky, but they were freezing. They tried to shiver but found themselves unable to, as their entire body was stiff, frozen in a standing pose.

“He’s not dead?” He heard from below. They checked their health to find that it was empty. They should be dead, but they weren’t?

Before they had much time to think about this, the levitation effect ended and they fell to the ground.

Surely I will die from the fall damage. They thought, watching the stone fly towards them.

There was a thud and they blinked to find themselves standing still, now on the ground.

“Huh!” Heli-os crossed his arms across his chest.

“That’s odd.” Confused nodded, walking up to Jay with another weapon out. Before he could say anything, Jay felt the club slam into his side, but felt no pain other than the constant tick of damage that was zapping through his body every second from the lack of health.

They tried to open their mouth to ask what happened, but when they found that they couldn’t move it at all, they could feel panic start to rise from their stomach. There was a tug in the back of their mind and their vision spun, flickering between inside and outside their body. The panic only grew at the rapid and nauseating shift in POV.

I can’t move! I can’t talk! Everything is spinning and shaking and red and-

As if on command, a red hot heat began burning on their chest where the regeneration charm was sitting. They wanted to scream, but their voice would not work. The pain burned deep into their chest and they could feel their form cracking.

No, this wasn’t supposed to happen! Jay felt their breath catch in their throat as they started hyperventilating. It wasn’t supposed to be like this- I was supposed to die- no the charm was there to protect me! It hurts, it hurts so much- I don’t want this I don’t want this I don’t want this-

—

It's always been quiet. Minus the rustling of her flower crown, or her coat that- in hindsight- she's glad she has. TaniLeaf could talk, and her voice echoed. Sometimes, voices would talk back.

It isn't real though. She made sure of that aeons ago.

It's old news, this silence, this loneliness. The numbness she has from the cold. If she had to describe the place she was in, it would be a space void of light. But not utter darkness either.

The stabbing pain that lances through her chest, where her leafy scar sits, is new. A strangled gasp echoes around her, tears stinging at her eyes. Fuck- it hurts so much- what could be causing this?

She turns around in the void space, and spots light further away. A reaching hand, and she sees it. A window of opportunity. Is that where the pain came from? She floats over, now used to the intense but steady pain, and peers through. There is a soul there. They look pained. They look… terrified.

Hm. She does a once-glance over his soul structure, her ancient golden power sparking to life. Now this was odd. She wonders- oh. Her hand goes through the window-like mirror. And shit it's really bright suddenly.

She's standing in front of a person, in a world that is warm and filled with life. A man, she thinks. Their eyes are very blue, and frightened. She looks down at the charm, and what damage it's inflicting. It's none that the ex-deity has seen before. TaniLeaf doesn't know why she feels empathy- hasn't for a long time- but seeing this kind of pain thrust upon a mortal simply trying to live their life… it's an odd feeling that sits in her gut.

Ex-deity Fyrí decides to make a choice. Anything is better than limbo. Better than the never ending silence and cold. She reaches out, and touches the charm, feather-light, before her golden eyes sparkle with a grim understanding. She looks into the sky blue eyes of the frightened mortal. And speaks; though, not normally. 

||𝙹⚍ ᔑ∷ᒷ リ𝙹ℸ ̣  ꖎ╎ꖌᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ 𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ᓭ. 

This incident will permanently alter the mortal before her. TaniLeaf doesn't understand why she feels bad for them- well- she does. It's been so long since she's felt a human emotion. 

She isn't human. Never has been.

And so, backing up a step, she adjusts her flower crown, then her glasses. The ex-deity's eyes close, before opening again. Clearer than any cave crystal. The name feels chunky in her mouth- she's never gotten used to names other than her own. But. It's a welcome weight.

She has a final chance to make things right. Maybe not for herself, since she fucked that up long ago. But for this mortal, who doesn't deserve this fate.

“Jay.”

—

A foreign noise snaps Jay out of their spiralling thoughts. A woman’s voice, kind but tired, flows around them like an autumn breeze. They can’t tell what she’s saying, it’s not any language they’ve heard before.

W-who?

Jay looks around during the flickering moments where they are outside their body. The fiery hot pain in their chest subsides, albeit only a little, but they feel like they can finally breathe again. Everything is still spinning and he can faintly hear the other two people talking to each other and calling out for him. There are impacts around his body as they try to snap him out of whatever stupor he is in with their weapons, but nothing works.

“Jay.” The woman speaks again.

H-hello? He wonders if she can even hear his thoughts. He still cannot move his body an inch, and his voice is practically useless. He tries to focus on the real world around him, and notes that the other two hadn’t seemed to hear the voice.

Jay gasps as the pain flared in his chest again and audibly heads his form crack again. Gah- ha… He takes a shaky breath and tries to reach out for the voice. H-help-

The ex-deity sighs, before floating forward and embracing the mortal- Jay. The pain is bordering unbearable now, and she registers a few other souls nearby, trying to break Jay out of this immortality situation.

She wonders how long Jay would last. Time was tricky, especially for those breathing. In normal circumstances, they would be dead right now.

TaniLeaf doesn't need to turn around to see them. To hear their shouts as they try to help their friend. She scoffs at the two souls, not knowing their names- and not bothering to look into it either. They did this to Jay. While by accident, it was still a conscious action.

Her voice echoes, more strongly this time, like the change from autumn to winter. Not jagged and harsh, but more so a presence that cannot be ignored. Like the first signs of snow.

“...be free.”

In a blink, or a lightning flash, the pain that had been dealt to both mortal and ex-deity fizzled out before returning anew, but in the golden form of an undying totem. Yes, this would be how he returns…

Though, the ex-deity had to admit that watching the other two souls go through various kill methods to save their friend was entertaining.

“Hold up-” Heli-os cut them off. “I found it!”

“Found what?” Confused looked between him and Jay.

“Your health and regen are set to ‘not a number’?!” He laughed in confusion. “I didn’t know that could happen!”

That is odd. Jay agreed, although the others could not hear him.

“Hold on, I should be able to fix this…” Heli-os opened the command console and began typing. He sent the code and Jay felt a sudden exhaustion wash over them. The painful burning sensation in their chest faded away completely and a strange new power filled his body. He gasped and blinked a few times before realizing he was actually blinking. They could move their body again!

Jay looked down just in time to see a golden sheen flicker across their skin from their appendages to their chest, before fading completely.

“Jay?” Confused asked, uncertain.

“H-yeah?” Jay croaked out. They cleared their throat before trying again. “I’m good, I think.”

“Finally! An hour and a half!” Heli-os groaned, closing the console. “Ok, no more using those regen charms.”

Jay nodded and took theirs off before tossing it back to Confused, who pulled the rest out of his bag and tossed them on the ground before burning them.

“That…. Sucked.” Jay muttered, rubbing their arm and glaring at the now extinguished fire.

That was an hour and a half? He looked to the sky, where the sun was setting. That felt both like a few minutes and eternity. Never again.

“What.. happened exactly?” Jay asked nervously.

“Don’t you remember?” Confused looked at him as they shook their head.

“Only flashes. And pain.”

“Well, as you can see we are at spawn now.” Heli-os waved to the scenery. Jay’s eyes widened as they realized the stone under their feet had been replaced with sand.

“Confused hit you with some weapons that glitched you out, but you wouldn’t die?” Confused nodded, confirming what Heli-os was saying. “We tried to fix you by killing you through various means, but nothing worked. Slash kill did nothing, hostile mobs ignored you, you wouldn’t drown, you didn’t take fall damage, arrows went right through you… I even tried to throw you in the void but that didn’t work.”

“Wh-” Jay snorted. “My goodness! That is… very odd!”

“You can say that again!” Heli-os grinned. “Well, now that I know how to fix it, we can try to prevent this from happening again. I’ll make an announcement to everyone about the charms.”

“Then I’ll go back to my place and… rest.” Jay offered a small smile before heading off to the spawn warpstone.

In a flash they were back in their little swamp base, a tower connected to a treehouse. They slipped through the gates and up the stairs until they were next to their bed on the little tree loft. They looked down at their backpack and rummaged through it. They pulled out their large sword and propped it against their bed before getting up and removing their tops layers of their clothes. Their wings arched slightly at the movement and their chest still felt a bit tight as he walked over to the water basin nearby. He cupped the cool water in his hands before splashing it on his face to calm his nerves. They flicked their hair back and sighed, looking down at their reflection.

A pink line caught their attention as it snaked up their neck. He frowned before returning to the bedside and looking at their reflection in their sword. Where the regen charm had rested was now a deep pink burn mark, with crack-like veins reaching out from the heart shaped center.

“What the-?” Jay lifted a hand and gently touched their chest. They could feel the ridges of scar tissue that had spread across their chest, even through their top surgery scars. The scar tingled slightly under his touch and there was a slight warmth as the pink color pulsed gently before fading. The whole scar faded to a tan color, a few shades darker than his pale skin.

c!Jay Intro Post

here comes my minecraft sona!

LORE:

c!Jay started out as any regular crow in the murder that followed Philza around known as "chat". He would fly around and banter with the other crows, following Phil through every world and server he traveled through.

2022 - around the time of their birthday, they began gaining a unique personality as "Jay" instead of "a crow"

2024 - two years later, they were getting their "og shoutout" when everything faded to black. They woke up alone in a single player survival world. This time however, they found that he was now a crow human hybrid like Phil was. It was a bit of a struggle at first, dealing with a new body in a new world, but with the knowledge they had from years of following Phil, they were able to survive until...

2025 - As the new world began, c!Jay came across a rift in dimensions that lead to another world. This world was populated by other people, mostly all human, with a large collection of mods that he recognized from his time around Quesadilla Island. He became friends with the residents in this world, using his skills and knowledge to help them. Like Phil, the Create Mod utterly baffles them, so they leave it alone. When he isn't out gathering materials and exploring, he can be found in his swamp tree house napping aka joining Phil's "streams" via his dreams.

A few months after arriving, c!Jay was hanging around when the local head hunter (who was trying to be as op as he could) asked if they would let him test a weapon on them, while also giving them a few charms of regeneration so they wouldn't instantly die (probably). Out of boredom, they agreed, but what happened wasn't expected by anyone.

(short fic coming in reblog then explanation lore post the reblog after)