#and then BOOM shit is getting destroyed

[bastardcatthings]

Shaking Jenson so hard all his buttons rattle inside him: "JUST BECOME LANDO'S MANAGER"

[kitcats-1-braincell]

GODDD DAMNIT MY BRAIN REMINDED ME OF SOMETHING AND IT WENT LIKE THIS

‘Psst’

‘What?’

‘Remember Spiritfarer?’

‘…oh my god’

So if you look at my reblog box you’ll see a lot of spiritfarer stuff thank you and good night *scuttles off the stage*

[kitabasis]

If my brain could stop creating new story ideas and/or making old ones resurface that would be great thanks

[madamechrissy]

Cursed Promises

Pairings: Sukuna x Fem reader

CW: This chap, Sukuna fks reader with both his cocks in both holes ahem, (yayyy) lots of use of all his tongues and mouths OF COURSE, public sex, cockwarming, Sukuna calls you little bunny and slutty etc, soft Sukuna, he's falling in LOVE but is stubborn lol true form Sukuna, smacking (pussy, titties, ass, face- all of it lmao) THIS CHAP IS ALMOST ALL SMUT and fluff w/a little angst at the beginning

Summary: You have been promised to Ryomen Sukuna, King of curses, for as long as you've been alive, ostracized from your village, 'special'. Now you are to marry him, sight unseen. People everywhere fear him, but will you find yourself intrigued by him. Just who is the King of Curses to his new wife? Arranged marriage au

A/N: This is ALL fluff and SMUT lol, Four Parts (this is the final one) you're not gonna get much plot, I really wanted them being cute!? don't ask.- also I suck at writing powers, so sorry if I fk anything up that's canon lol! - WC this chap- 7.9k

Comments/ reblogs appreciated if you like this silly stuff, ty for all the love on these little parts they make me so happy❤️

<<<part three

Part Four- Final Part

Two weeks later

Why have you fallen in love with such an ass?

You had asked this question to yourself many times, finally Sukuna was back home, but you refused to go see him, hiding in your room instead. Sukuna had summoned you to dine with him, but you simply locked yourself in, fiddling with the brilliant necklace, the only thing he’d left aside from his infuriating note, watching how the candlelights reflect the facets of the gems.

Knock knock knock.

“I’m not coming, Uraume.” You say, knowing their knock now.

“The King is demanding you come, you must obey.”

“Then he can drag me out.” You hear their footsteps softly padding along the corridors, echoing in the halls.

You wanted to see him, you were dying to see him, but you were far, far too angry, too hurt right now to face him. The past couple of weeks of loneliness, of curling up in his throne and inhaling the scent he left, of being just pathetic over him, over everything he had said. He acted as if he could make you not love him, but that was completely impossible.

You fell for him, for the King of curses, who you have been promised to, the one that your powers are the antithesis of. The being so intimidating to all, but you knew what it was to have his arms around you, what it was to sit on his lap in the throne room like his Queen, which you were. You know what it was to be kissed so thoroughly, the little intimate moments he tries to brush off.

You’re in love with him, and you can’t face him.

Suddenly your door is being banged on, you tense just a bit, jumping now, breath coming in small pants when you hear his booming voice. “I’ll blast this door off the fucking hinges if you don’t come out, wife.”

You huff, scowling as your slippered feet gently pad across the cold marble floor below you, hand shaking as you touch the brass knob, you’re terrified you’ll fold once you face him. You have no willpower, he could just look at you and you’ll open for him, so pathetically, but you’re so angry with him too, you’re conflicted as you pause, knowing he’s right on the side of the door.

“I don’t want to see you.” You choke out then, hiding a sob and failing, Sukuna smacks the door again, making it vibrate.

“Open now, brat. I swear I’ll destroy your entire wing right now.”

“Why? You don’t even like me.”

“Psh, you insolent-”

“Go away, your Majesty.” You can practically hear him seething, feeling his energy so strongly then.

“You open this door now and eat. I command you as your fucking King and husband.”

“Ugh! Fine.” You open the door then, tears glimmering unshed in your eyes, Sukuna sees it then, the hurt on your face, the face he couldn’t get out of his head for weeks. Eyes that haunted him as much as they annoy the shit out of him.

“Do not dare cry.” He orders, you stand straight up then, fists clenched at your sides.

“Your audacity knows no bounds, you cannot constantly command me not to do things, to feel things. If it is so terrible just leave me be, you’ve more than had your chances to make an heir I’m sure. We’ll see if it takes.” Sukuna slams the door open when you try to shut it, walking in now, step by step.

“When were your monthlies?” He asks, you blink then, shaking your head as you try to think.

“I am due this week, so we will know soon if you must lay with me again.”

All four of his ruby eyes glare now. “If I must!?”

“Indeed. I’ll inform you, now… if you please-”

“Fuck that.” Sukuna shuts your door, turning and pressing you against it now, intimidating as his arms bar you, two on either side of your head, two cupping your face. “As if you don’t desire me.”

“I do, but I will not be hurt and dismissed like I’m some stupid child.”

“You basically are to me.”

“Then go. Concubines must miss you- ah!” Sukuna’s slammed his lips on yours now, melting you completely, you’re clinging to him so desperate as he lifts you like you are nothing, you’re just fucking dangling as he holds you so high, lips already swelling from his kisses.

“I am here, I want you, got it brat?” Sukuna speaks through his teeth, two hands gripping your ass rough over your robes. “I need you.”

“Need me?” Your brain short circuits, he’s kissing you desperate, it is needy how he’s all over you, you’re trembling, thighs shaking around his thick waist, tasting the sweet wine on his tongue as it devours your mouth.

“Need to be inside you, fuck I’ve missed it.” You gasp as he parts your robes with two hands while the other two press you against the door, his tongue on his bare abdomen lapping at your bare pussy, you’re whimpering at it, clit throbbing. “Missed your taste, gods.”

“Kuna… you’re…” His thick, long tongue is lapping at you, his lips back on yours again, you’re clinging to his bare shoulders, long nails are pressing against his skin, you’re shaking when he’s lapping at you, over and over, eyes rolling back.

“Need my cocks inside you, bunny. Waited too long.” He huffs, carrying you to the bed now, undoing his robes, you stop him, shaking your head and closing your thighs, earning his glare. “Excuse me, brat?” He shoves them open, only for you to close them once more, glaring right back.

“You left me with a stupid note and some necklace, as if that’ll make anything better! Don’t, I can’t think straight when you touch me.” You whimper those words, he’s cupping your face, red eyes dilated, lips hungry as he lays naked over you.

“I’ll buy you more things, anything, have you dripping with every gem in the fucking country, hmm?”

“No, Kuna. No. You didn’t have to love me back, but to leave me like that? To write your stupid note!? No!” You shove at him, tears falling from your eyes, your body and soul ache for him, but your heart is hurting, as you look at his face in the night, the lights casting shadows on all the hard planes of his face.

“You are stupid to think you do, have you not come to your goddamn senses? Why can’t you just enjoy it… enjoy this.” He’s slathering kisses down your ribcage, your tummy, nipping at your flesh with sharp teeth, his long black nails pressing into your skin, making you soaking wet with every stroke of his hand, of his tongues darting out from all his damn hands.

“If you’re… so… mmm… horny then go… to them- ah!” Sukuna slaps your cheek then, you slap him right back, then you’re devouring each other again, it’s insanity, you’re biting the King of Curses lip so hard you draw blood.

“I don’t want anyone but you, annoying pest.” He grips your chin then, kissing you with the blood all over his mouth, you whine into his lips now, hips arching.

“Why?” You whisper, he sighs, shaking his head. “Why? If you do not answer you will not lay with me.”

“You’re commanding me!?” He leans up on his arms, looming over you, and you’re nodding, watching his ruby eyes narrow. “I cannot explain why I only want a stupid bunny like you, but I do.”

“Is it because you care? At all?” He leans off you then, groaning and running a big hand through his pastel hair.

“I cannot fathom how I’ve come to have such an annoying, insolent girl. Perhaps I should lay with them, if you say so.”

“Go then!” You stand, shoving at the big luk of a damn man, he’s like steel under your palms, his jaw set.

“You want me to?”

“No!” You’re sobbing then, and he’s shaking his head, studying you, hating that you drive him to insanity, hating that all he wants is this brat who smacks him, who bites at him, how can he handle this? You’re making him so fucking crazy, he just wants you screaming in pleasure, not this. “But you should, if you don’t care.”

“I do care, foolish brat.” You shake your head even as he cups your face once more, thumbs brushing under your jaw line, feeling your fluttering pulse point. “Fragile little human, I’ve let you go on too much.”

“You keep trying to scare me away, it won’t work, all you’re doing is hurting me instead, hurting us.” You let him wrap his enormous fingers around your throat, he does it gently, hand shaking, losing his composure.

“What can I do to make you smile again?” He whispers, releasing your throat, thumb brushing your lower lip.

“Let me express myself without doubting me, without making fun of me for it. I know my own heart, you cannot tell me what to feel.” He curses then, looking up at the ceiling, despising the way he wants to make you happy, please you.

You’ve become everything he can think of and he despises that too.

“Must you say the nonsense?” He murmurs, and you smile just a bit, stepping closer, how insane are you, to have the King of Curses hand around your throat and not even flinch? No, you smile instead.

“I won’t constantly say it, but you needed to know how I felt. What if I never saw you again?” The guilt eats at him now, picturing you, the staff has said you’ve barely left the room, that you’ve barely eaten, he even sees your cheeks more hollow, your waist smaller under his touch, infuriating him further.

“I hear you’re refusing food, how are you to make an heir if you waste away?” He says terself, grabbing you tightly now by the waist.

“I was depressed, I cannot eat when I’m depressed.” You whisper.

“So you’ll eat now, even if I have to force food down your throat, got it?” Come to dinner with me.”

“What, you’ll feed me like some baby?”

“You are a dumb little baby. Now.” You stomp after him, tying your robes as he does, you sit far away from him, across the giant table, further infuriating him as you chew your meal.

“Happy, King?” You ask, sipping your water now, Sukuna scoffs, standing up and walking to you.

“Am I happy that my bride is the most petulant brat? No.” You smack at his hands when he starts trying to shove fork fulls in your mouth. “Stop it this instant.”

“I don’t need you to feed me, I need you… I need…” You shake your head, standing and turning, earning him yanking your back against his chest, two arms wrapping you now. “S-stop…”

“You’re aching for me, bet your cunt is soaked. Why fight this, you stubborn girl?” You gasp in pleasure as he cups you between your thighs, feeling your heat against his fingers. “You know you want me inside your slutty cunt.”

“I want you to not be an ass. Ngh!” Sukuna has you bent over the table now, one hand pinning your wrists as the other lifts your robes, your thighs tremble when he sinks two long fingers, curling them just so, you’re weakly whining out and dripping down his hand and wrist, head pressing against the tablecloth. “Mmm…”

“You want me to fill you, don’t you?”

“W-want you… not so fucking… mean.”

He laughs, leaning over you now, but his eyes catch yours, and something takes his breath away, making him gulp now. “Fine, say your stupid sentence if it makes you stop those tears. I only want you moaning.”

“You won’t g-get mad again?” You whisper, he shakes his head, continuing to move his fingers up and down inside your slick little hole, aching for his huge cocks so badly you can’t think.

“Just get it over with, bunny.”

“Love you.” He moans now, kissing you deeply, your words hit him so hard his usually steady hands tremble, he hates those stupid words, from your perfect lips, but he hates you sad much more. You exhale, sniffling, when he stands, turning you and picking you up, holding you tightly.

“Annoying.” Is all he manages, gulping then, you sigh, clinging around his neck now, kissing him softer, so soft he feels too much. “I need to be inside you, do not make your King beg.”

“Would it be so bad, you begging for once?” You whisper, he exhales, sitting you on the table, between your spread thighs, two hands shoving them apart while two fondle your breasts over your robes.

“You think I’ll beg? I’m a King.” You hum softly, trailing your hands down his hard body, finding one of his cocks under his robe, stroking then, catching his eyes as you feel his hard length, you watch his lip part, lashes lowering.

“Maybe you will beg for me. Beg to be inside me again?” You bring his tip against your soppy cunt, he grips you tightly, but you shove him back, smiling.

“You’ll not tease me.” He pulls you against him, but you shake your head, back to stroking him instead, he moans out, resting his head against yours. “You want me just as bad as I do, stop pretending.”

“You alright, Kuna?” You whisper now, teasing your clit with one of his leaky tips, he tries to pull you again but your free hand stops him. “What do we say when we want something?”

“I am so not fucking begging.”

“Hmm. Good night then.” You let go of him, hopping off the table, he scoffs, yanking you by your wrist now, yanking you back, leaning over you, he is intimidating.

“Your pretty pussy is aching, isn’t it?”

“Pretty?” You whisper.

“All of you is. Pretty and irritating.” He kisses you deeper, you feel it then, how much of himself he’s putting to you, and you want to cave so badly.

“Then why don’t you beg to come to my bed?” 

“Tch, no… you beg for me to fill you.” You’re whining out as his tongue slips against your clit again, your eyes roll back. “So stubborn, clit is twitching, pussy is drooling.”

“Sh-shut up.” Sukuna smirks though, carrying you up the stairs now, so quickly he has you there before you can blink, you get dizzy when he’s got you back laid on his bed, moaning when he parts your robes and gazes.

“This is where you belong, in my bed naked, constantly.” He huffs, watching as your hair splays out, your purple robes under you, you look so fucking pretty he can’t stand you, how bad his cocks hurt, the precum oozing out of his tips, decorating your inner thighs with white droplets,be spreads them across your skin.

“You need to apologize.”

“What!? Absolutely not.”

“Then we will just lay here.” Sukuna is infuriated now, shoving up off the bed to stare at you, as if you've grown four arms yourself.

“What do you want from me, woman?”

“To apologize for being a dick, leaving without saying goodbye.” He sighs and clenches his teeth.

“Cease that eye watering nonsense. Will you smile if I say it then?” You nod. “Fine, I'm sorry that I did not say farewell, and for… for finding your words foolish.” You stroke his face then, thumbs brushing over the sharp jut of a cheekbone.

“Thank you, Kuna. I missed you.” You whisper softly, you feel the warmth spread through your body, find yourself falling deeper and deeper.

“Your body missed me too, didn't it?”

“Did yours?” Your hand goes to his bare chest, where his heart thuds faster under your touch. He gulps, nodding just a bit, an imperceptible movement that anyone else might miss, but it emboldens you then. “Then lay on your back, my King.”

“Me on my back?” You can tell then, he hasn't done it, let someone have control. You stroke down his chest, his abdomen, trailing his tattoos.

“I'll make you feel very good, husband.” He does as you command, laying on his back, two hands behind his head as the other two find purchase in your hair while you're kissing down his throat, his chest, tasting the salt of his sweat when your tongue darts across a flat nipple.

“You’re an annoying pest.” He grumbles, you smile against him as your lips trail even lower, kissing along the black lines that slide across him, while your fingers set to tug and expose his cocks fully, earning his groan. “Stop teasing me.”

“Why can’t I? You certainly do enough, hmm?” You’re kissing the tips of him now, tongue flicking across the little slits that keep pumping white, inhaling his musky scent as you go.

“M’gonna shove them both in your insolent mouth at once.” He grumbles, but he doesn’t, he watches you with four dilated eyes, the lower ones so lidded they’re just slits that are glimmering in the soft candlelight of his room, which casts shadows across the wall so lewd, your head bobbing on one of his cocks now. “F-fuck…”

You enjoy sucking him, you’ve had much practice in a short time, enjoy the way his lips part, the way his muscles tense, how his hips buck up and jerk. You brace yourself with one hand on the bed, the other stroking his lower cock, his huge, muscled frame trembling under your caresses, his moans urging you.

“Take it deeper, brat, hmm? Can you?” He’s taunting you, but his voice is breathy, you feel him losing his control when his hands yank on your hair, and you take his cock deep in your throat, swallowing and moaning around it, making it vibrate. “Fuck! Need to be inside you, now.”

You pull back, cheeks hollowing, lips smacking and leaving trails of saliva like little glittery strings when you kitten lick his tip again. “Not yet, Kuna-ah!”

Sukuna uses his lower arms to drag you up now, holding you damn near suspended in the fucking air, you’re panicking as he’s chuckling. “Oh you little brat, you really think I can’t do anything I want to you?”

“Put me d-down this instant!” He’s chuckling at you, ass of a man, before he starts dragging your hips to slide across his cocks, between your soppy slit, you’re coating every inch of him, tears falling at how good it feels.

“You’re gonna get filled all night, bunny.” He slams you down on one of his cocks then, you’re screaming at the stretch, cunt throbbing around him, he hisses. “Loosen up, now.”

“C-can’t, m’gonna…” You’re getting eased off his cock again, then yanked back on the other, as his tongue from his stomach slathers your clit, you’re nearly sent over the edge, head falling back, hair falling like a curtain down it. “Ngh!”

“Wanna fill both your slutty holes.” He huffs, one of his tips pressing against your little puckered hole now, he chuckles at your expression. “Not yet, you’re too much of a frightened little prey.”

“M’not, ah- close, close… please…” You whine now, he’s just teasing you with his tips again, one slipping in your other hole, it feels so good you can’t take it, especially when his tongue is lapping at you again, two hands squishing your breasts.

“That’s it, cum all over me, now bunny.” He huffs, looking at you as you fall apart over him, you’re shattering while your cum is pouring all over, making a slick mess, body twitching when he sinks you back fully on one again. “There she goes, she loves being filled by her king, huh?”

“Yes, yes!” You’re over pretending to have control, just clinging to him as he fucks up into you, faster and harder, thrusts jostling you so much your damn teeth click, your pussy is pulsating all around him, your arousal pooling at the base of one cock, while he pummels into you.

“Perfect pussy, s’mine, hmm? Made f’me, made to take me.” You’re whimpering your answer, pathetically, and Sukuna’s thrusts falter, he leans up, kissing your lips, making you fall even deeper, as you struggle to stay on this plane of existence whatsoever, it’s like you’re floating and falling into the abyss that’s him.

“Mhm.” You manage, but it’s enough to urge him, to make his cock pulse for you, leaking against your cervix.

 “Gonna take this seed, fill your womb with my heir.”

“Please, please Kuna. Want it, w-want it.” He moans then, sloppy kisses between you both, as your cunt milks his cock for every spurt of cum that starts shooting up inside you.

“Feel m-me?” He’s exhaling, his voice a whisper, he can barely handle how good your cunt feels around him, how she’s gripping him, your eyes roll back in your skull, your mouth open, breasts arched against him when he stuffs you so full. He feels your cervix as he keeps pumping more and more cum. “Asked you a question, brat.”

His gentle smack on your face only makes you cum harder, he groans then, smacking your ass, your tits, little gentle thwacks that prolong you, while his cock stays buried. You’re a trembling goddamn mess, blinking blackness out of your vision as you struggle to focus on your King, sprawled under you, his eyes locked on every movement of your body and face.

“Kuna…” You whisper, blinking rapidly then, he eases out of you, moaning when he watches the mess pouring out of your hole.

“You’re wasting it again, tch.” You barely register how you are on your back, Sukuna’s long fingers stuffing the cum trickling all over into your sore cunt.

“Too much, mmh!” He laughs then, booming laughter that fills his chambers, easing his fingers out and shoving your thighs up, folding you in half. “Wh-what are you doing, I’m sore… ass of a man- ah!”

Sukuna’s thwap on your cunt stings, as he glares down at you. “I’ve had enough of your mouth running, you missed me filling you, didn’t you? Answer.”

“Y-yes.” You’re shaking when his face is between your thighs, despite all of his tongues, the one on his face was the sexiest when it laps you up, something about your little hands in his hair, his broad shoulders spreading you wide, just did more to you. Like he was worshipping you. “I’m sorry I was so… mad at you… my feelings…”

“Your feelings this and that, tch, you’re so needy aren’t you?” You scowl right back, but his tongue is swiping up your slit now, before he leans up, and your mouth eagerly opens, you swallow both of your tastes, earning his satisfied smirk. “Since you’re so needy, I’ll clean you, get you ready for more, yes?”

“Please, my King.” He is between your thighs again, lapping you up, shoving his tongue inside every bit of you, your cunt is pushing out all of his white ropes, which he greedily drinks. “Kuna!”

“Stupid name.” He huffs, tongue flicking your sensitive clit, he spreads your puffy lips wide, watching the little thing twitch with an amused smirk. “We taste so fucking perfect together, you know that?”

“We do… ah! Sensitive!” He’s grinning, sharp teeth against you as he exposes your clit, flicking his tongue over and over, while two of hands grip your hips, dragging you on his mouth. Your hips try to back off but he doesn’t let them, until you’re cumming all over his face again, which he has buried against you, orgasm wrecking your mind and any resolve you ever had.

“How many loads can you take in this tummy, hmm?” He looks up, face coated in your arousal, one hand pressing on your tummy now.

“As many as you want to give me.” Your words destroy him, to hear them from you? It’s like the dreams he’s been cursed with for weeks.

“Good bunny.” You eat it up, the praise, the way he looks at you when he is back to fucking your now sore pussy, his other cock stroking your clit, making you feel so much, too much, wh. “Good, good bunny. Take it all, greedy f’me aren’t you?”

You do, you take all of him somehow, you can’t figure it out, how she stretches to accommodate his length, his thickness, but she does. Your body is begging for more, your eyes glazed with pleasure, as his cock slams into your womb, filling you so deep you swear he’s fucking up your insides, and your cunt keeps greedily milking him, taking everything he’s got.

Sukuna flips you so suddenly you’re breathless again, climbing on top of you, two slick fingers slipping in your little untouched hole again, while he fucks you with one cock, his other arms wrapping your waist. His breath is against your ear while you’re crying out at the stretch, still pushing out remnants of his cum from earlier, dripping with your cum down his red blankets.

“Ready for me to cum in both your holes?” He murmurs, one hand cupping your face, turning you towards him you nod weakly, craving him, he moans into your mouth, tongues sloppy as they play, and he slips his other cock into that hole now.

“Kuna, too much… too big…” You’re crying out when he enters you, both cocks now, just their tips then a little further.

“Relax, bunny. You’re all mine, aren’t you?” You nod weakly, and it starts feeling so good, when he puts you on your knees, your ass arches for him, which he’s gripping brutally, spreading you wider. “Look at you, both your slutty holes begging for me.”

You can’t speak anymore, already weak from the orgasms, now he’s never even softened you don’t think, his cocks full of blood, when he sinks them further, you’re gripping the blankets, head buried, muffling your cries. He’s fucking both of your holes steadily, not going fully in, he’s maybe a few inches, but it’s so good, you’re so full of Sukuna.

“Feel me everywhere, you’re mine, all of you.” One of his hands entangles in your hair, messy already, as he feels both of your holes clenching him, your cunt is soaking wet, your ass so tight it’s strangling his cock, all while his balls are smacking your clit. “Hear it?”

“Y-yes…” You do hear it, the smacking of skin, the wetness of your cunt, making your ass arching up for more.

“Perfect f’me, fuck I missed you.” You tremble under him now, trying to turn your weak neck to look up at him, and he’s bending over you, big body taking you completely over, sinking deeper and deeper. “Yes, brat, I d-did.”

“Love you, Kuna.” You whisper, instead of yelling at you, he moans, kissing your mouth, a hand choking your throat, taking your oxygen while he takes you over, cocks moving easier and easier.

“Cum all over me, lemme feel it, you can do it hmm, my Queen?” At those words you’re ended, to hear how he professes them, you begin climaxing, ass clenching one cock while your pussy drools over his other, he has to pause, you feel so fucking good all around him.

“Kuna!” Your stupid nickname ruins him, as does how tight you’re gripping him, when he sees your pretty face all fucked out.

“Ready for me to fill you so full you can’t walk or run that mouth?” He huffs, you nod eagerly, and he’s pouring his seed in both your holes, the sensations just prolonging your orgasm. Sukuna’s grip tightens as he cums so hard, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, leaving a bruise, you love it, love the sting, love the way he marks you, the way he feels.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, his cocks still buried deep, your pussy and ass spasming around them, catching your breath now, as is your King. His eyes are closed, his breathing ragged, but his grip on you doesn’t loosen, not one bit, keeping you pinned, keeping you full.

“You’re mine, stupid little bunny.” He whispers, his voice hoarse, his teeth sinking into the back of your shoulder now.

“Yours.” You whisper back, your voice trembling with satisfaction, your heart fluttering at the possessiveness in his tone.

He pulls out slowly, a gush of cum following him, painting your thighs, your holes, all over until it’s a dripping mess, the wet spot under you growing, mixing with your sweat soaked bodies. He turns you, cupping your face and hovering over you, watching your breasts rise and fall, spreading your thighs and smirking at all the cum oozing from your holes.

“You called me… your Queen.” You whisper, and he rolls his eyes.

“Tch, that is what you are? Foolish brat.”

“I enjoyed that.” He smirks now, leaning down to hover over you, studying a face that’s become far too important too fast.

“Did you now?”

“I did. Thank you for… not telling me to stop saying it.” You manage, emotions in your throat, you don’t expect him to ever say it back, and that hurts, but you feel so connected then, in the quiet night under him.

“It’s foolish but I tire of your frown, that upsets me. With annoyance.” He covers up the truth, that your sad face breaks him.

You smile almost knowingly, as if you can read him so well. “My King, may I start the training finally, tomorrow?”

“You’re still set on that, huh?” You nod. “Fine, I’ll do whatever you wish, as long as you…”

“Smile?”

“That.” You do so then, brightening your face, making his stomach flip, he hates that you control him this way, still wondering just what powers or spells you’ve put on him. “Better.”

Soon you’re snuggled up to him after being cleaned up, bare against his naked frame under the heavy covers, Sukuna loves even your little cold hands and cold feet, but he sure wouldn’t be letting you know. “Warm them up, now you pest.”

“We’ve been through this, I need you to do that.” He scoffs, pulling you against his chest, one hand brushing your hair back soothingly, as you yawn. “I missed this, you holding me.”

“Shut it, brat.” You smile as you nuzzle him, and soon you fall asleep, while Sukuna stares up at the ceiling, the one painted with ancient wars, wars he’s participated in, and he doesn’t know how he’ll ever be able to live without you.

How annoying you are.

*****

“Sore, bunny?” Sukuna teases the next day, as you begin training, you glare at him now. “What?”

“You know I am.” You hiss, considering he’d fucked you twice last night, you’re sore in places also you can’t even explain, in ways that make your cheeks heat up while you walk.

“Weak little human.” He taunts, you hold your hands up then, focusing as he’s been showing you for hours. “Gonna do something, bunny?”

You glare when he taunts you, and then gasp as he begins to cleave several trees in half. “Holy…”

“This is why we needed to be outside.” He’s smirking sadistically, so very proud of his powers, you roll your eyes. “Try to stop me, bunny, close your eyes, don’t get distracted.”

You concentrate, feeling your own energy fill you, shutting your eyes, and positioning your hands just so, until you hear a grunt. You open them, realizing you’ve completely locked Sukuna’s arm up, he’s grinning though, nodding at you, and you use the energy to slam him into the ground.

“Fuck…” He’s huffing, you gasp now, running to him, letting your energy fall, only for him to drag you on him, laughing. “You are a witch.”

“A witch?”

“Yes, a witch. Dropping me to my fucking knees, making me stupid for you, haunting my dreams.”

“Your dreams?” You whisper, hair falling to the side, brushing his broad shoulders over his bare chest as he holds you on him, his head on the grass below. Trees are decaying, grass is withering, all from him, but you think it’s beautiful, the destruction he’s brought.

“All of you, endlessly irritating.” You smile then, realizing he cares just as much as you do, though he surely wouldn’t say that.

In his own way, this was it.

“Maybe I am bewitching you, one day you’ll fall in love with me.” He snorts, rolling all four eyes, shocking you when he has you flipped on your back, breathless.

“You wish, brat. Keep dreaming.”

*****

“Sukuna, you cannot leave me again. Please.” You’re pleading two weeks later, as he tells you he must leave for a few days again. “Take me with you, or send your damn armies.”

“A King must stand with them, you have me be a stupid bunny like you?”

“Stupid bunny!?” You use your energy then, crashing everything off the giant table with a clatter, earning his grin.

“You’re sexy when you’re using your flimsy little fucking powers.”

“Oh fuck you!” You stomp off then, but he’s got you in his arms before you can leave, holding you tightly. “Stop it. I’m angry.”

“You’re always angry, bunny really thinks she’s not just prey.” You shove at him now, knocking him back, only making him grin wider.

“Take me with you, please. I can help.” You see it then, the emotions in his gaze, he shakes his head at you. “You think I'm incapable?”

“Not at all, fuck you’re more capable than most of the dumb boys that fight for me.”

“Then why not?”

“Because I need you safe.” His roaring voice echoes in the dining hall now, he cups your face with rough hands. “I have to make sure you’re here, where I know no one can touch you.”

“I don’t want to be without you.” You feel tears streaming down your cheeks now, he swipes at them, the gnawing in his heart and soul growing with every moment he spends with you, with every look you give him. He can’t take it, all that he feels for you, building and building. “I feel sick.”

You rush out then, and he sighs, watching your retreating form when Uraume walks up. “Could you check on her? She’s angry again, little brat.”

Uraume nods, smiling just a bit, and soon finds you, throwing up. They blink in concern, coming up to you then, holding your hair, as you whimper miserably. “Has something upset your stomach, my Queen?”

“I didn’t even eat or drink, he’s got me s-so angry, Uraume. He doesn’t think I can help…” You’re sick again, and Sukuna is standing by your door, watching in concern as Uraume rubs your back.

“Something is wrong, when was your last monthly?” You blink then, rapidly, leaning on your knees, eyes catching Sukuna’s at the door.

“I haven’t had one since I’ve been here.” You touch your tummy then, smiling, and you see it, not a smirk or sadistic grin, it’s a beautiful smile from Ryomen Sukuna. “I am with child?”

“I’ll have the royal doctor examine you tomorrow. My King, perhaps we can put off the journey for a few days?” They ask, as they’re helping you clean up, you’re cleaning your teeth, even the water you drink after making your tummy hurt.

“For a few days then. Leave us for a moment, please.” Soon Sukuna picks you up carefully, in his arms, cradling you to his chest. Your arms wrap his neck, as you caress his face, so much unspoken between you both, you just study each other, breathless. “You’re carrying my heir?”

“I hope so, Kuna.” You admit, while he sits on the bed, still holding you across his massive lap with two arms, the others, brushing back your hair. “I want to have many heirs for you, I promise I will be a good mother, and a good queen.”

“I already know that, foolish girl. God help me if they’re stubborn like you.” Your eyes narrow, earning his laughter.

“I hope it will be a son for you.”

Sukuna hopes it’s a girl, one just like you, but he doesn’t say that, he shouldn’t say that, he’s a King after all, he needs male heirs. But as one hand rests on your still flat tummy, he pictures it, many children with you, emotions making his heart race faster and faster.

“You cannot come if you are, you know this, don’t be so stubborn.” You sigh, looking up at him.

“I know that. I can’t risk something happening.”

“Finally you see reason, pregnancy becomes you. Don’t glare at me, brat, come on now.” He pulls you against him you rest your head on his chest, nausea easing then as his energy consumes you both, surrounding you. “This baby, with both of our powers, will be a menace.”

“He will be sweet like me, thank you.” Sukuna smirks.

“We’ll see.”

*****

After confirming you were indeed pregnant, Sukuna put his journey off a few days, and he surprises you even when he’s gone, he has an entire nursery made by his servants, it makes no sense to this early but he’s so sure about it. All of his concubines also have disappeared, you’re not really sure where they went, and the servants pamper you.

But you miss him. When he does return weeks later, you’re curled up in his throne asleep, breaking his heart, he’s covered in grime and sweat from his trek, you look so fragile and tiny to him. He’s been consumed again by dreams of you, of fears of something happening to you, to the baby, so to see you so peaceful allows him to breathe for just a moment.

Sukuna gets down on one knee, kneeling for his sleeping queen, so beautiful in front of him, caressing your face carefully, brushing your hair off it where it’s fallen. You snuggle against his big hand, brows together, he notices your hand is on your tummy over your robes, he places his other hand there as you’re mumbling then.

“Kuna… miss you… love you…” You’re babbling, head shifting, your brows knitting together, and he exhales, leaning close, the words that have been stirring since he met you ready to spill.

“I love you, bunny. Infuriating, annoying, silly, stubborn brat.” His whisper is so quiet, and you’re still asleep, he exhales in relief that you don’t hear him yet, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You make me so foolish.”

You come to then, seeing him and your eyes widening, before they glimmer in tears and you smile so big at him. “You’re home!”

Home, the castle never really felt like a home until you, did it?

“I’m here, why are you sleeping on my throne?” He demands, you blush then in the night, shifting to sit up, looking into his glinting ruby eyes.

“I feel so close to you here.” You admit softly.

“I need to bathe, you’ll wash me hmm?”

“Yes, Kuna.”

You’re both in the onsen, it reminds you of the first time you were taken by him, memories in every bit of the steamy room, as you start cleaning him, sitting on the edge, your legs draped in the water. You frown as you find new scars have formed, although he heals quickly, these must have been deep. You tense as you trail your washcloth across his shoulders.

“They’re just scratches, bunny. Calm down.” He says, feeling it, your worry behind him. He can feel every bit of you, even when he’s gone, he turns then, seeing your beautiful body, smiling as he sees a little roundness of your tummy. “Look at you… this body, fuck…”

“It’s showing a little.” You smile, touching it now, Sukuna leans down, pressing a kiss against it, your hands stroking his hair, feeling it slick under your fingers.

“I need you, bunny. Now.” He tugs you in the water now, you gasp as he pulls you against him, tongue on his stomach thick and wet as it laps at you between your thighs. Your head falls back for his brutal kisses, his rough bites. “Your marks have faded, need new ones huh?”

“Need them everywhere, Kuna.” Sukuna realizes you didn’t hear him earlier, because you would have been boasting about his confession if you did, but you still seem to just know, infuriating in your ability to assess him completely. “What is it, my King?”

He’s looking at you this certain way, opening and closing his lips, you wonder then what he wants to say, but holds back. Your heart is racing as you cling to him, but he kisses you instead, muffling your cries while his tongue works your cunt over and over, sliding inside you, preparing you for him.

“Miss your taste.” He huffs, lips parted, little droplets falling from his lashes. “Missed your annoyance.”

“You missed me, hmm?” You’re grinning, he’s scowling, it’s what you both seem to do, but you love it, love when you’re stretched by his cock and pressed against the wall of the bath, water undulating around you.

“Do you ever shut up?” Your giggles turn into cries soon of pleasure, as his cock drags on your walls, and she’s tightening around him.

“Kiss me.” He does as you demand, desperate and hungry, four arms taking over every bit of your body as he destroys your mind, biting your lips until they’re swollen, sinking deeper into your welcoming cavern, so warm and wet for him.

“I love you, brat.” You gasp now, blinking rapidly as you stare at him. “I won’t say this nonsense again, got it?”

“You love me!? Ah!” Sukuna shoves his cock hard in you now, you’re trying to register his words, as he fucks all sense out of your mind.

“I’ll not repeat it. You know it, yes brat?” He cups your face, gripping your chin, as your heart races, you’re trying to form a coherent word, wondering if you’re dreaming. “Your King asked you a question.”

“You l-love me?”

“Tch.” He pulls out of you, making you whine. “You’re too cock drunk to focus, aren’t you? I said I’ll not repeat myself.”

“You love me too?” You’re laid down on the towels once more, he’s hovering over you with two arms, the others gripping your face.

“Yes, you’ve cast whatever spell, evil bunny. Do you know now?” You’re sobbing, but you’re smiling, confusing the shit out of him. “Are you sad or happy, fuck!?”

“So happy, so happy. I love you and our baby so much, my King.” He rolls his eyes, scoffing, but your words melt him.

“Enough of that. Now.” He sinks back inside your cunt, moaning as he feels your wet heat after weeks of not having it. “Need to feel you cumming for me.”

*****

Your arranged marriage with Ryomen Sukuna, King of Curses, was by far and away the best thing that happened to you. You’ve already had your first child now, a son named after his father, but Sukuna is determined to have more and more of them. When you feel insecure, he scoffs and demands you stop, before his tongues and hands worship your body.

He doesn’t profess his feelings too often, but sometimes when he thinks you’re sleeping, he’ll caress your cheek and whisper ‘I love you, bunny’ thinking you don’t hear him. And every so often when he cums, he cries out in your ear just so, you hear some jumbled ‘fucking love you’ before he catches himself.

He was still a force to be entranced by anyone, but he is soft with his wife, you, his Queen, he’s soft with his son, when he thinks no one sees. Sukuna is a conundrum, and you don’t know if you’ll ever get used to his duality, brutally dominating the world one moment, and the next he’s sweetly kissing your baby’s forehead, or caressing your face softly.

Now, having recovered from having the baby, Sukuna has you on his lap during his meetings with the council often, however this time, your devious husband has his cock inside of you, under your robes. Your cunt is gushing all around him as you try to maintain your composure, and he’s delighting in it, laugh soft in your ear, tickling you as you throb.

“Stay still now bunny, they’ll know what a slut their Queen is for her King’s cocks, hmm?” He taunts, you glare at him, only serving to make him jerk his hips up just so, your eyes roll back in your skull, being stretched like this on him.

“Y-you’re the worst, K-Kuna.” You whisper back, he chuckles again, two of those huge tattooed hands pressing your hips down, stuffing his full length inside you, his tip drooling against your cervix.

“I’ll put two babies in your womb this time. Need twins.” His words end you, the council are speaking now, and you’re trying so hard not to scream out, his other cock his pressing against your clit, you’re gushing down his muscled thighs, his veiny length, feeling so fucking good you can’t take it.

“Your Majesty, we-”

“No, I’m busy.” Sukuna fucking flings his subjects, you’d normally get on him about his antics, but you can’t speak when his cock is buried so deep. He rests his chin on one hand lazily, as the other people speak, and he keeps you still, warming his cock as the other drizzles precum on your belly.

“Kuna, please…” You whisper now, and he feels you tightening, scowling up as you make him sensitive.

“You brat, you mean to tease me?” You bat your lashes innocently.

“No, my King.”

“Keep going and they’ll have their next heir right here.” He hisses, serving to make your heart race, your cunt dripping all over, he sinks a hand under your robes, his tongue from his hand lapping it up, as you bite your lip, stifling your cries. “Want them to watch me fuck another in you?��

“N-no, sadistic ass.” He glares right back, someone is saying something, but the two of you are too consumed in each other to notice.

“Stay still, brat, and I’ll let you ride me right here when we’re done, if you don’t I won’t wait, you’ll have a royal audience.”

You make it through the meeting, just barely, and soon he’s got your robes parted, and you’re straddling him on his throne, taking both of his cocks, riding him, your hands braced on his strong shoulders. He’s sucking on your nipples as your breasts bounce in his face, letting you control the pace, letting you ride him, he won’t tell you but he loves it when you do.

“Going to keep you pregnant, brat.” He huffs, wrecking you with his words, you swear you hear an I love you when he’s cumming so deep, but you let him think you don’t.

“Love you, Kuna.” You murmur, it makes him melt, but he just glares.

“You can still talk, huh bunny? Need to fix that.”If Sukuna is a little softer these days, he has only his very bratty bride to blame, you.

A/N- aww this was so fun, I loved writing this fun little mini series here. It was fluffy and filthy and I enjoyed making Sukuna soft, idk idk lol!. Ty for the love on this little thing!? Ya'll I'm hooked on Sukuna fr lol (already wrote modern Sukuna nowww) so plenty more to come.

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[cooking-with-hailstones]

Murderbot 1x07 thoughts

Man, they're REALLY driving home the parallels between secunits and leebeebee, and not even trying to be subtle about it.

The moment of reckoning, where they were getting ready to acknowledge and process what happened with leebeebee was interrupted by worm attack (oh Arada you big beautiful nerd I love you so much), and we never got that tension resolved. Mensah is trying but the team is so rattled and Gurathin you're NOT HELPING. (Sidenote I think it's so interesting how deadset he is on secunit being the biggest threat to them! Even after it saved his life. Even after all the evidence. He's still so paranoid and jealous that he cannot see or flatly refuses to see that Murderbot is everyone's best and maybe only chance of survival.)

Anyways, then we get another secunit attack, and very clearly they're outgunned. (Great intro to that scene btw. "That's when I learned that more advanced secunits can jam my threat assessment" - BOOM attack! Nicely done.) The only reason they win is because the secunit destroys the worm eggs and it comes back and RIPS ITS HEAD OFF - see what I mean? PARALLELS. NOT SUBTLE.

And of course, what do they do? They cheer! They're jubilant. And we get this lingering shot of the other secunit's broken faceplate, the rictus of pain and fear on its dead face. And murderbot stays and looks at it for a while.

It too was a person. And for all the PresAux team (minus Gurathin) claim to see Secunit as a person, they don't yet. Not really. Mensah is getting there. But the rest of them are still like "awwh we adopted this sweet kicked puppy from the dumpster WAIT SHIT THE DOG ATTACKED SOMEONE OH NO"

(BOOK SPOILERS FOR TV ONLY PEOPLE UNDER THE CUT!!!)

I think this makes murderbot's decision to leave at the end of this season make more sense to the audience. Because the team isn't ready for it yet.

"You don't actually see me as a person. You don't see constructs as people. And I need to go figure out how to be a person and I can't do that if you don't also think of me as people, and only think of me as this kicked dog that you rescued from a dumpster. I don't want to be a pet that you have to rehabilitate and civilize"

Except it would never actually say that or articulate that in that way but, you know what I mean. That's the vibe.

[lucytara]

i am making this post for the benefit of all writers, artists and commenters alike. do not leave unsolicited criticism on fanworks. first of all, this is not a classroom. you do not need to leave both "critique" and "praise" for a valuable assessment to get a good grade in commenting. what you need to do is not be an asshole and realize that people are creating fanworks for a variety of reasons - personal enjoyment, validation, for a small group of friends, for a fandom boom, whatever - and these reasons usually do not include "wanting a random internet stranger to tell me what's fucking wrong with it."

at best, you will be talking to a wall (like me, and probably most authors/artists who have been doing this for years and years and do not give a shit if you don't like it, meaning it won't affect our creative process or what we choose to create) and at worst, you will utterly destroy somebody's motivation, creativity, and sense of enjoyment in what they love. which makes you a gigantic bitch.

people improve on their own time in their own ways, because that is the result of repetition (usually). they experiment and they learn and there are very few safe places left to do that. if you don't like what you're reading, leave. if you hate the voices and the characters and the dialogue, leave. if you hate the prose, leave. it's not for you and you saying how much you don't like something is not going to help newer writers and artists do it better. it's probably going to make them want to quit, which benefits NOBODY.

fandom is a community and we are sharing these works for FREE with each other because we all love this thing, regardless of what way we love it. it takes A LOT OF TIME to create, and in seconds, with your stupid asshole-ish comment, you have tainted someone's love of this thing and the effort they put into creating it. who cares if it's ooc. who cares if they use too many epithets. nobody is amazing immediately. it is your job as someone engaged in fandom to let people find their way and do what makes them happy even if you don't like it. internalize this and move on.

[coldilikeit]

Yandere Batfam x Camp half-blood (Neglected reader)

Dc x Pjo

Part 9

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It was now morning, the air was humid and the chariots were lined up, everyone on the sidelines was packed with food, every second you wish you were in those benches

"One... Two.... Three... GO!" Tantalus yelled and the campers roared

The Ares chariot was quick, but the Hermes chariot led by the not twins Travis and Connor Stoll, Connor was shooting rocks in between the wheels of chariots

Leading first is the Hephaestus chariot led by Charles Beckendorf and his brother, second is Poseidon Chariot led by Percy Jackson and Tyson the cyclops

No way you were going to let them win

Your sister Yvonne Bailey Daughter of a multi-million fashion designer grabbed some arrows, her step mother (Aphrodite approved) was an Olympic archer, she taught Yvonne everything she knows

Which is lucky because in this race your opponents either throw arrows or bombs, even luckier cause someone on the Aphrodite cabin knows how to make arrow bombs (you duh)

And you may or may have not taken green arrows design but it's not like he can sue you, I mean come on you're dead

"No hard feelings (Name)" Annabeth smiles as her chariots bumps yours

Yvonne recovering from the shock stood up again quickly "You did not just do that", she prepared an arrow and shot at their left wheel, tried to shoot at least

The arrow instead hit the Hermes chariot and it crashed onto the Hephaestus chariot

Well they say it's better to destroy two chariots with one arrow

Now it was just You and Yvonne, Annabeth and her brother, Percy and Tyson

AND CLARISSE LA RUE????

For some reason, even if they were stuck at the back of the track trying to get he ricks out of their wheels, they managed to bypass the other burning down chariots in their way

It was fine, you liked a challenge, Then Stymphalian birds (flesh eating demon birds) started raining down from the sky and started pecking at the campers

A flock of these birds started to attack your chariot, without thinking you grabben an arrow and shit at them...

... without proper space distance, making the explosion close to you chariot

Yvonne grabbed you and ducked down and the horses who were carrying your chariot went feral trying to avoid the demon birds themselves

Percy who slipped out of the race, managed to grab a boom box and played this awful music that made the birds screech, but stopped them from attacking

The Apollo kids took this as a chance to shoot them down

And when you thought it was over, Clarisse came running through with her chariot and won the race

Despite the injuries of the racers and the non racers, they cheered

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Jason grumbled at the sight of his family, gloomy, "Hey, Breakfast has been ready for hours now, Duke is waiting!"

"I know but I found new information, according to here, Empousa only drink the blood of their victims, not eat them, that would mean there is still a body-" Tim has been researching every Greek monster ever since, trying to find a clue on how to see them properly

Diana had explained this most that covers the mortal eye from the divine world, with the announcement that the gods are real...

People have been starting to get stressed, since the most is still in effect, people are accusing each other of being monsters in disguise

"I don't get why you're doing so much for a fake" Jason glared, true he was shocked at the death, but... It's not like this was the first time (Name) died

The little replacement to protect dad's sanity was dead, so?

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According to Tantalus, we should be punished, because according to him the stymphalian birds were just minding their business and only attacked because they were bothered by Percy's horrible chariot driving

"go chase a donut!" Percy stomped off as Tantalus continues to yell at him and Tyson scurries behind behind Percy

I grabbed a piece of fruit from a table that managed to survive the attack and waved it around so Tantalus could see

And I ate it in front of him.

"Okay you too! Both you and Percy and the monster will be washing the dishes tonight" he yelled

"what, that's bull, everyone eats" said a brother of yours

"leave my sister alone, you're just mad you can't eat" said another brother

"how are you cursed to never eat and still be fat, that doesn't make sense" said one of your sisters

Annabeth's brows furrowed "That's not fair! (Name) Just ate! You can't punish her for eating!"

"alright smarty you're punished as well! Everyone cleans this mess! And make dinner for Clarisse if you want, a banquet or something, but stay the fuck away from my sight" now it was Tantalus's turn to stomp away

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(Name): eats*

Tantalus who was cursed to never eat: I'm offended

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[crispy-armpit]

✧ 𝖒𝖞 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑 ✧

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴀ ɢᴏᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𓇼˚��‧꒰ა 🫧 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚𓇼

⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 10 dollars on a dare leads you to break one superstition that changes your life forever. you begin to learn secrets tied to your family and upbringing, at the cost of your freedom. who is this mysterious Anshumat, and why does he want you?

⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺, violence, implied stalking, kidnapping, choking, reader gets called a bride once

⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1,418

⭒ a/n: yan sea god was inspired by an Indonesian myth called Nyi Roro Kidul! it's a really interesting legend if you want to learn more abt it ^^ also.... man tits...... meow..

will you venture down this path?

growing up, you would stay over at your grandmother's house every summer. her beautiful seaside cottage made the perfect accommodation for a family getaway. throughout your childhood, the superstitious old woman restricted you from doing specific things. rules like never whistling at night, don't open an umbrella indoors, etc.

you'd eventually found out that these were just scare tactics for children to make them listen. but there was one rule that your grandmother seemed to fear the most, a rule that never made sense... never wear white to the local beach. and when questioning her about the rule, she'd tell you the same story every time.

"long ago...

a cruel serpent god who once ruled these waters would rise from the ocean and into the islands, devouring innocent villagers and destroying temples along its path.

the gods and humans were furious at its actions. fed up with the destruction and death, they prepared a plan to thwart the serpent; a binding curse.

the serpent was cursed to spend its days rotting in a hidden island, where it was accompanied by its servants. it was also tasked with granting blessings to sailors passing through the rocky tides, where it weighed the sins of each individual to seal their fates.

but over the decades... the serpent grew bored and lonely. through a loophole, the serpent found a way to abduct humans. you see.. the serpent loves the colour white and pearls. so much so, it would use its voice, so alluring, to lure the poor victims who happened to wear such things. and once in the water, the serpent would drag the human to its temple where they would become its slave.. or worse...

its spouse."

here you are today, telling the same tale in front of your young niece and nephew. "well, that's one way to get bitches." your nephew, Keona laughs. a scoffing Kehlani adds on, "nah, who would want to marry an overgrown slimy snake?"

"hey now, take that shit to grandma. she just assigned me to be your storyteller," you shrugged. "and this story has a real reasoning behind it, ok?"

"what? sexy sea snake destroying villages?"

"no, it's so that little rascals like you..." you drill both your index fingers onto their foreheads, "are easier to find if you ever get lost at sea."

how did i end up here...

facepalming yourself, you sigh. you were disappointed in yourself. how'd you let those little punks reel you in a dare? where was the self-respect? the dignity? seriously, breaking your grandmother's number 1 rule for what? 10 dollars?

you walk along the shore while wearing a flowy white shirt and neck encased in one of your mother's pearl necklaces. the dare was simple: successfully walk down the shoreline without chickening out and boom— an extra 10 dollars into your wallet.

you'd prove to the twins that you weren't scared of a little bedtime story. buuut just in case you did happen to go missing (for reasons that are totally not hungry sea serpent related), you brought essentials in a bag, left a letter for your family, and are currently being watched by the twins.

laughing at yourself for the paranoia, you nearly reach the edge of the walk until you hear a feminine wail from between the hidden rocks. is someone hurt? the sound was coming from beyond your finishing point so it wouldn't hurt to check, right?

signalling the twins to come over, you bend down to their heights, "listen, it sounds like someone's in trouble past those rocks. so I want you both to go grab the first aid kit and call Officer Holden over, 'kay?" they nod and scamper off into town.

approaching the rocks, you peek in to find a naked... mermaid?! observing her, you notice the torn skin on her iridescent tail and warily walk over to her. "uh... hey? hola? salve? hallo? i'm ah— good human! no... nooooo bad.."

you notice the air seems to smell... sweeter?

the woman looks up at you from the sand with pleading eyes, "please— please help me! my name is Coralie, my master, he—"

"woah, it's ok! you're safe, help is coming. uh, your master? did he do this to you? are you an underwater criminal?!"

a distant melodious voice interrupts you. Coralie's previously pained face now warps into a sinister grin as her wound disappears. she crawls towards you as your vision fogs up and your knees buckle to the soft sand. the song lulls you into a deep sleep, your body now being pulled into the shallow waters.

you awake to the bright rays of sunshine and lungs filling in with fresh air. but the next in your line of sight knocked all the air out of your body again.

the luminous, barely-clothed body of an unknown man sat above you. his 9'7 self relaxed on the marble throne, with 2 pairs of eyes fixated on you. what the fuck is that?

you gawk at him, "holy mother of god..."

i'm not dreaming, am i?

his gaze shifts into amusement, "wrong. we gods do not have mothers. we were created."

"you're a... a god?"

"is it not obvious enough from my appearance? would you like to see another version of me?" the towering deity begins to warp into a feminine body as if it was melting and moulding itself. "is this preferable?" her new voice is flirtatious, genuinely curious.

then, she tries to warp into a third body. the transformation looks more painful than the one prior, it barely shifts halfway into a gruesome beast before returning back to its first body. he huffs while grasping his golden collar, "this... is not my original form. I have been cursed, long ago, to never set foot on human lands. this island is both my kingdom and prison."

you shakily stand up the marble floor, now noticing Coralie standing beside the throne with a pair of legs. slowly processing his words, you piece together the clues from his story and your memories of the abduction. this couldn't be...

"you are.. you're the sea serpent god! I can't believe grandma was right— shit, shit shit—"

he smirks at your panic, "correct. I am Anshumat; shapeshifter deity of the raging tides, granter of safe travels—"

"murderer and enslaver." you complete.

Anshumat roars, "correct again! you're on a strike, dear y/n. though trust me, my servants are treated well."

"..how do you know my name?"

"oh you poor thing, granny never told you? I know everything about you— a name is barely anything."

"told me what?"

"she used to be my cupbearer. until she escaped with that bastard traitor. isn't that right, Coralie?"

she nods, "yes, master."

"please sir, let me leave. my family— they'll search for me! I have a cat at home! I haven't even finished my favourite show.. so please..." you try to list more life goals.

he chuckled, "oh you are so amusing. and why would I do that? we've barely just been engaged, dear."

"what do you mean engaged?"

"I've been watching you since you took your first breath on earth, y/n. so imagine my surprise— to see you wrapped up in my favourite colour, like a pretty bride. you're my sacrifice."

fear tingles your spine, "wait, that was just a dare! i didn't really mean it!"

"doesn't matter. you will be my pearl."

"no! I have a family, a partner—"

"i said... it doesn't fucking matter." he slams his fist against the throne arm, "and you'll be seeing the head of that twat soon enough."

you don't give him a glance before you're turning your back and run down the staircase of the grand temple. careful not to trip, you focus on the flight of stairs, painfully aware of the loud footsteps approaching behind you. it doesn't take a second for Anshumat to pull on the collar of your shirt and slam you onto the staircase.

he sits atop you, lower region heavily grinding against your stomach. "get off me! don't you have hundreds of other options?! why me?!" you scream.

his bedazzled skin blocks your view of the sun, furious eyes glowing under his shadow, and sharp teeth bared into a snarl. "you do not get to leave me again. you will stay, and worship me. this island will be our eternal paradise."

large hands pressing against your throat, you struggle before darkness begins to cloud your vision.

"this time, you will live."

[illubean]

Mayhaps....

Death The Kid x a reader that's a witch pretending to be a meister? Like Kim from the manga :>

DTK with a Witch!S/o

Characters: Death the Kid Type: Headcanons, Gn!reader

YES YES YES YES MY FIRST SOUL EATER REQUESTS AND FOR ONE OF MY FAVS TOO .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.

Warnings: none

while posing as a meister, it is insanely hard to find people on the same wavelength as you considering the fact you're a witch

the one thing that Kid didn't understand about you was the fact he wasn't able to see your soul

he stayed wary of you, knowing that something wasn't right

but after a while of getting to know you and having no troubles, he forgets all about it

maybe his power is messed up because he's not a fully developed shinigami yet or something

he actually ends up growing pretty fond of you

he's so obvious about it and oblivious to you at the same time

soooo Liz had to spill the beans and boom you're a thing now

after a while of being with you he remembers how he can't see your soul and asks about it

you offer a long silence, which worries the young shinigami

and when you tell him the truth he is conflicted

yes the entire point of the DWMA was to rid the world of kishins and witches who have the instinct to destroy but you were his significant other

you hadn't shown the slightest signs of giving in to those so called instincts and had been nothing but good to your peers

and if your plan was to destroy the DWMA from the inside out, why were you being so open with him right now?

but when it comes down to it, Kid loves and trusts you

when the rest of the students at the DWMA find out he is quick to protect you from any haters

Liz actually flips her shit after finding out you were a witch this entire time but Kid would literally argue with her until the day he dies if it meant defending you

and when he says something about it to Lord Death he's like "oh I knew that"

and Kid is annoyed that his own father didn't say anything

but after this his trust in you deepens, knowing that his dad also trusts you enough to let you attend the DWMA and walk around Death City freely

if anything this new knowledge just strengthens your relationship :3

[buttercupshands]

This is basically the worst (not in terms of quality, it's actually great in this aspect) chapter in MHA (or even MVA) to date

Twice dying at least was followed by "fuck off Hawks I had the best life the the LoV"

And... this? How the hell will this even be fixed??????

Well, this chapter turned out to be everything I was worried about (AFO reveals he gave Tomura his quirk, manipulated his whole life, and he never had any agency as a villain/person ever) and then made it worse (Tomura, the only charcater with the want, plan, & convivtion to make a better world, just mentally disintegrated).

Now our best villain has been booted from the stage, ON HIS BIRTHDAY NO LESS, to be replaced by MHA's most boring and lame. (Like what is he still doing here? He can't get Yoichi, he can't beat all the heroes...is it just spite?)

I...do not know what to do with these feelings.

[alessiasfreckles]

riptide (alessia russo x reader)

Alessia tries to make you feel better during a thunderstorm.

a/n: short and sweet, not my best but i'm trying to get back into writing again! hope you like it x

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“I’m not scared,” you scoffed, shaking your head with your arms crossed over your chest. 

“Are you sure?” Alessia asked.

“Yep,” you nodded emphatically, ignoring the uneasy feeling in your stomach. “Why would I be scared?”

The blonde smiled gently at you, her eyebrows raised ever so slightly. “It’s okay to be scared of thunderstorms, you know?”

“I- I know, but I’m not scared of them!” you insisted. 

She watched your eyes flit towards the window, the sky filled with ever-darkening clouds, looming over your apartment. Alessia wasn’t sure she’d ever seen you so on edge before - even before a game, you weren’t this wound up. 

“Okay,” she nodded, trying to think of something to distract you. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

By the time the storm started, you were cuddled up on the sofa under a blanket. Alessia’s soft fingers drew patterns on your skin, and she smiled inwardly at the way the tension had melted from your body. That was, until the first flash of lightning lit up the room.

Your body stiffened as you silently counted the seconds, waiting for the thunder, trying to gauge how far away the storm was. You’d barely counted to six when it boomed above you, so loud it seemed to shake the building.

You jumped, not even noticing the way your hand was clenched around Alessia’s, who was watching you with wide eyes. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” she tried to calm you, rubbing the back of your hand with her thumb. 

“Six seconds means it’s just over a mile away. Or two kilometres,” you said, eyes fixed on the window. 

“Really?” 

“Three seconds for a kilometre, five for a mile,” you said, teeth clenched. Your dad had told you that when you were a kid, and it became part of your routine. When there was a thunderstorm, you’d count the seconds, desperately hoping each time that the number would grow, that the storm would pass. 

“I’m sorry, I know it’s stupid-” you started to say, the tension that was slowly ebbing away being replaced by shame and embarrassment flooding your body. You managed to tear your eyes away from the window to look at Alessia, bracing yourself for the look of judgement you were sure would be on her face. She was watching you intently, but there was no judgement there, only concern and love, a slight frown on her face.

“It’s not stupid,” she insisted, shaking her head. “Storms are scary. It’s okay to be scared.”

“I know, but I’m an adult, I shouldn’t be sc-” you were cut off by a thunderous crash, so loud it made Alessia jump as well, and the two of you looked above you in unison. 

“Jesus,” the blonde murmured. It had sounded like it was right there, so close that it was as if it were in your apartment, a raging beast destroying everything in its path. When she looked back at you, her heart broke. The terror was plain on your face. How had she not known you were so scared of thunderstorms? 

A flash of lightning illuminated the room with bright white light, and you let out a squeak of fear, your knees pulled up to your chest, Alessia’s hand still clutched tightly in yours. The light was gone just as quickly as it had appeared, but now it was completely dark in your living room, darker than before. 

“Shit, it must be a power cut,” Alessia bit her lip, watching you. “I have an idea, okay? Just stay right here.”

As she began to pull her hand free from yours, you turned to face her, eyes wide. “Please don’t go,” you managed to say, trembling. 

“Oh, baby, no, I’m not going anywhere!” she quickly explained. “I’m just going to get some things from the bedroom, okay?” 

You nodded, trying to swallow the fear bubbling up inside you, and turned back to watch the window. At least if you saw the lightning, you’d know thunder was coming. You’d be able to count, and tell how far away it was. Now that the room was so dark, it was even easier to see outside. Rain pounded against the window, relentlessly hammering away, and branches from the tree outside shook against the force of the wind. Lightning flashed in the distance, a cragged gash in the sky, like someone had taken a knife to it. The thunder was low this time, quieter than before.

You were so transfixed on the storm that you hadn’t even noticed Alessia come back into the room, carrying various blankets and pillows. She set to work, arranging some of your chairs into a rough square, the pillows in the middle, the blankets pulled across the tops of the chairs. 

“Okay, baby,” she said gently, putting a hand on your knee. For a brief moment she felt silly, worried about what you’d think, but she pushed it aside, as she took your hand. “Um, I made a-”

“A blanket den?” you exclaimed when you saw what she’d built, the storm momentarily forgotten. 

“Yeah, I- Well, it’s kind of silly, but-” she ducked her head, not meeting your eyes. “I thought maybe it’d help? We can sit in it together, I don’t know, it’s-”

“It’s amazing,” you told her, squeezing her hand and pulling her closer. You leant in to kiss her when another flash of lightning made you jump, and you laughed nervously. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she smiled, and pulled you towards the blanket fort. “Come on.”

You let her lead you as you counted the seconds. Five… six… seven… eight. Okay. Eight was okay. It was starting to move past you. You tried to shake off the thoughts of the storm as you crawled into the den, and despite how tense you were, you couldn’t help but smile.

Alessia had set up a set of fake candles you had, and they cast dancing shadows against the blankets draped around you. Your childhood teddy bear was lying amongst the cushions and pillows on the floor, and you rolled your eyes affectionately when you saw him.

“Really?” you asked, picking him up with a smile.

She shrugged, a grin on her lips. “Hey, I thought he could provide you with some emotional support.”

You let out a laugh and pulled her closer. The den was just big enough for the two of you to sit, your heads brushing the blankets, but it was long enough that you could lay down. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked, and you shrugged.

“There’s not really much to it,” you admitted. “That’s why it feels so silly. I don’t know what it is, they just terrify me.”

You flinched as another boom of thunder echoed outside, but it really was starting to sound further away. Alessia leant back, laying down, and pulled you down with her. You followed, nestling against her, your head on her chest, listening to her heart beat steadily. 

“I’m scared of the dentist,” she admitted, after a few minutes of silence. 

You lifted your head to look at her quizzically. “Really?”

“Mhm,” she nodded. After another beat of silence, she piped up again. “And the dark.”

“Huh,” you frowned. Not that you wanted to tell her about her own fears, but she’d never mentioned a fear of the dark.

“And I’m scared of pretty girls, and starting conversations…” she trailed off, and you sat up, trying to scoff, unable to stop a laugh from coming out. She giggled at your reaction, and you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to pout.

“I can’t believe you’re making fun of me,” you said, starting off stern but dissolving into giggles yourself. “Here I am, scared, and you’re just-”

“Come here,” she cut you off with a grin, reaching one hand out to pull you in and kiss you. You smiled into the kiss, not even noticing the quiet rumble of thunder in the distance, the storm slowly coming to an end.

[yummyrevivalfluid]

What Wouldn't Senku Do For Science?

Summary: What was supposed to be a journey to Treasure Island gets interrupted when a storm has the Perseus sail off course.  The kingdom of science finds itself landing on a mysterious island inhabited by the people of Flora Village. Imagine Senku’s surprise when he is face-to-face with the Queen of the village who has a necklace made of platinum around her neck. Surely Senku wouldn’t try to charm you into giving up your necklace in the name of science?

Chapter 2: Finders Keepers

Read Chapter 1 HERE Read on AO3 HERE

Warnings: Mentions of sickness and death.

Word Count: 6,476

Senku was too invested, too excited at the discovery of platinum that he didn’t give much thought to his choice of words, or the off-putting expression on his face. With a wicked smile and excitement in his eyes, he loudly exclaims, “I need their Queen.”

“WHAT!?”

It’s an uproar on the Perseus. Noisy villagers watching over the outsiders can hear the chorus of shouting even from a distance. The shouting from the Kingdom of Science startles the guards stationed outside the ship.

Nearly everyone is losing their minds. Their mouths drop wide open, staring blankly at Senku’s boldness. Those close to Senku sweat and laugh awkwardly, familiar with his antics. Others who aren’t as close at least know that Senku doesn’t hold back on what he wants, often finding themselves hard at work in labor for his scientific endeavors. But to be this bold? Especially for something that isn’t science?

“If this queen excites you, then I desire her as well!” Ryusui exclaims with a snap of his fingers, and his booming laughter trails behind. His commentary only adds to the chaos on the Perseus.

“Senku, dear, please elaborate why you need their queen,” Gen asks nervously, with an awkward laugh. He hopes that Senku won’t continue to make poor word choices.

“When I was speaking with her, I noticed something,” he pauses briefly. Everyone is leaning forward lightly, anxiously anticipating his following words, “She’s got a shit ton of platinum around her neck, and I need it.”

With just one sentence, everyone was reminded of what kind of man Senku was, effectively destroying all the excitement. Senku looks back at everyone, puzzled- their faces are dejected, their excitement stripped away.

“Platinum is basically a cheat code for revival fluid,” Senku explains. He looks around him, and nobody is giving him the reaction he wants. “Once we obtain platinum, we can use it as a catalyst in the revival fluid process. Making revival fluid will be ten billion percent easier!”

There’s an uproar again. Cheers of excitement overtake the Perseus, once again startling the noisy villagers and the guards. Their switch in tone confuses them even more.

“Do you think the sorcery got to their heads?” an elder villager whispers to another.

“No doubt.” The other responds, shaking their head, walking away from the chaos.

“But I suspect the platinum necklace she wears holds some deep importance to this village, so we need a plan to make it ours…” Senku says this with an innocent tone in his voice, accompanied by a childish smile on his face.

“Nothing is ever easy with you…” Ukyo deadpans.

“Let me handle it!” Yo grins, patting the gun on his side. “I can yank the chain right off her neck!”

“I say we take her by force! Then we can have this whole island for ourselves.” Magma boasts, trying to one-up Yo.

“Idiots! The two of you.” Nikki grimaces as she bangs their heads together and pushes them to the ground.

“What do you suggest we do?” Kohaku asks.

“This whole village looks down on science…it’s different from Ishigami village,” Senku notes. Chrome, who would dabble in science despite the villagers’ dislike for it, was still welcomed within the village. His use of sorcery to attempt to cure Ruri was still accepted. Senku doesn’t think this is the case for this village. If it were, the rules you went over with him wouldn’t be so focused on keeping anything regarding sorcery away from the village.

“So, we can’t convince them with the power of science.” Chrome adds.

“Not exactly…” Senku mutters. No matter how much he tries to run through ideas on how to convince you to give up your necklace, his mind keeps going back to science. But he can’t risk using science. You were clear on your rules.

“If there are any reports of you practicing inside the village, your kingdom will be asked to leave.”

“I have a feeling that their queen is a hypocrite.” Senku crosses his arms as he paces the deck, his brows furrowed in concentration as he recalls the events of Chrome’s Rainbow Bridge. “She knew exactly what color the flames would turn before Chrome threw in the sulfur.”

“Lucky guess?” Chrome suggests.

“Unlikely. She wasn’t shocked or scared like the other villagers.” Everyone watches as Senku continues to pace around, a smirk forming at his lips as he recalls your reaction. “She was amused…Chrome’s Rainbow Bridge might have just been a basic elementary science experiment to her, for all we know.”

Ryusui's laughter cuts into everyone’s ears, his mind catching onto where Senku is heading. “You want to use her desire for science against her.”

“Exactly,” Senku exclaims, with a sick smile creeping onto his face. “If she is into science, as I suspect, we just need to do to her what we did to old man Kaseki.”

 “Taunt her with the power of science!” Chrome cheers.

“Why stop at just the necklace?” Ryusui suggests this with a smile that matches Senku’s. “With Gen’s skills, we can even go further and convince them to allow us their mines.”

“In the name of goodness and righteousness,” Senku drools at the thought of what’s hiding in your mines. What other valuable minerals are you hiding from his grasp?

“We’re going to hell…” Gen sweats at Senku and Ryusui's reactions. Knowing the bad luck that follows Senku, it isn’t going to be as easy as they believe.

  

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“This isn’t funny.” You say through gritted teeth. You're attempting to keep your smile as villagers bow before you. The villagers continue with the festivities; no outsiders will stop them from partying. They spent weeks preparing food, working hard to ensure they had more than enough wine, and they wanted to indulge in their efforts.

Daisy is latched onto your side, laughing manically as tears spill down her face. “It is though…” she wheezes between laughs. “The chancers are low but never zero.” She’s throwing your own words right back at you.

“My dream man is not aboard on that…ship,” you argue back. Your mind is drifting back to the interaction with their leader, Senku. He was odd, but there’s something about him you can’t get out of your head. Something inside was telling you to avoid him. “Besides, even if my dream man were aboard on that ship…nothing would happen. It would be seen as treason.”

“Aw man…” Daisy whines as the fantasy she was playing in her mind is destroyed. The teasing and bickering between you continues until someone coughs to grab your attention.

“Queen.” A man named Alder bows before you. “You’re looking beautiful as ever.”

“Alder,” you greet, your smile dropping at his presence—the village womanizer, the epitome of everything you did not want in a man. “Charming as ever.”

“Only for you.”

Doubt it- you remark to yourself.

“I wanted to be the first of many suitors to ask for a dance from the lovely Queen.” He says with smoothness in his voice. He grabs your hand and places a kiss on the back. You’re doing everything in your power to hold back the bile rising from the back of your throat—your smile forced.

“How sweet.” You say as you force your hand away from his grasp. “But I’m afraid I already promised my first dance to someone else…besides you’re number 23?” you say with uncertainty as you pretend to count the number of suitors on your fingertips.

“What?” his smile drops. “Who?”

Before you can answer his question, there’s a chorus of your name being chanted.

“Queen! Queen! Queen!” The voices are small and pitchy. They knock Alder down from his knees as they swarm around you, not caring that his face is pushed into the dirt. Their small hands grabbing onto the ends of your dress, while others attempt to hold your hand. You kneel to the level of the village children. Laughing at their antics.

“My children.” You sing as you attempt to hug them all. They push against one another, trying to be the center of your embrace, and you laugh along with them. “Who is ready to celebrate?”

“Me! Me! Me!” they chant as they whisk you away from Alder. The laughter from the children is contagious as you follow them to the center of the festivities.

You were grateful to them; they unknowingly served as your shield from the village men. The number of them surrounding you steered the men away. Even for the brave few who tried to ask, the boys would push them away. If that didn’t work, the girls would tease them about their appearance, effectively forcing them away. The children wanted your undivided attention.

You sat at the center of the festivities, watching as everyone enjoyed themselves with food and wine. From the looks of it, everything was going smoothly. You didn’t need to worry about potential suitors thanks to the efforts of the village children. The spark of fear you had about something going wrong was quickly extinguished. You were finally able to let your guard down, relaxing and enjoying the laughter and harmony in the air.

As you enjoyed yourself, you didn’t notice a green, round object bouncing towards you until you felt the kids tugging at your hand.

“What is it?” they ask curiously, quickly surrounding it and poking it with a stick.

“A melon?” you say, unsure. Before you can approach any closer, a body emerges from its casing.

“I’m Suika!” a small girl announces with a twirl. With her unorthodox introduction, your shield is effectively broken. The kids run towards her, excited to have a new friend. Without a moment to spare, the lurking and scheming eyes decide to act quickly.

“Such eauty-bay!” Gen announces as he approaches you from behind, startling you momentarily. He grabs your hand and plants a kiss in the same spot that Alder did before.

“Thank you.” You say as you pull your hand from his.

As a self-proclaimed mentalist, he notices right away you aren’t falling for his charm. You weren’t weary of it either.

She’s going to be a tough nut to crack- Gen thinks to himself, quickly thinking of ways to change his strategy.

“Is there some sort of celebration that we intruded?” he asks, keeping his distance from you, standing beside you as he observes with you.

You’re hesitant to answer his question- he notices. You didn’t like the feeling of being interrogated. His eyes felt like he was analyzing you as a whole. You were afraid to answer.

Would answering truthfully show the weakness of your village? That, not even a day has passed since you were named Queen.

Would his kingdom see it as weakness?

Would they see it as an opportunity to attack?

“We are celebrating my coronation.” You answer truthfully. It wouldn’t matter what you said, you were sure that he would overhear it from someone else at some point.

“My condolences.”

You snap your head towards him. His response differed from everyone else. You’ve been getting nothing but congratulations from the villagers, often forgetting what came before for you to be crowned Queen. But the outsider beside you was the first to give condolences.

“Thank you.”

There’s a silence between you two, that is, until he speaks up again.

“I want to apologize for our poor choice of entertainment.” He says as he places his hand towards his chest, tears welling up in his eyes. “We meant no offense! I swear.” His voice breaks near the end.

“No, no, no!” You wave your hands, attempting to soothe his worries, your voice frantic. “You meant no harm!”

“Besides, it seems your sorcery had led you far, am I right?” you say to him as you place your hand on his shoulder, attempting to soothe the emotional man.

‘Senku was right on the mark!’ - Gen thinks to himself. Whether you are aware of it or not, you are giving in to his charms, and with it, everything he needs to know how you feel about science. It appears to him that while everyone else looks down on it, you see it as an opportunity for advancement. The only thing holding you back is everyone else. ‘Senku is going to like this!’

“The people of this island are lucky to have someone as kind and sweet as their Queen!” Gen exclaims. “Such generosity to allow us to intrude in such a day as this! On the other hand, our leader can be so-”

“So what?” another voice challenges as they approach from behind you and Gen.

“Senku!” Gen greets as he claps his hands together. “I was just about to tell her how we have such an intelligent leader!”

You don’t notice the signal Gen gives to Senku—your attention is too focused on the scientist approaching. You feel uneasy about him, mainly because of the altercation that occurred a few hours prior. Gen notices your change in demeanor and is quick to act on it.

“Some would even say he is knowledgeable, a real know-it-all!” Gen repeats the information he gathered about your dream man. Unfortunately for you, you were unaware of how much of a blabbermouth Daisy gets when she has had too much to drink, especially if a certain mentalist uses his charms for his gain.

“Is that so?” you ask, your eyes squinting at their leader.

“It is.” He smirks, proud of his capabilities. “I got this whole island beat.”

You hum at his words, rolling your eyes at him. “I’m sure you do.”

“This is a very lovely island you got here.” Senku whistles as he keeps his space from you, trying his best to keep his eyes off your necklace, not unless he wants your palm to greet his face again. “Flora Village…it suits this island.”

You remain silent, searching for Gen, pondering when and how he managed to leave without a word.

“It appears that your village has prospered to the point where survival is no longer the primary concern.”

“What gives you that impression?” You ask.

“It’s the way your village uses its minerals and vegetation.” He states, eyeing the villagers of the islands as they walk by.

All of them are adorned with jewelry, even the children—gold, silver, lapis, amethyst, and more. The women he walked by were even wearing makeup created from crushed minerals and the vegetation found on this island. It even appears that there are signs of the beginning of a culture on this island, utilizing flowers and jewels in various designs of clothing beyond the bare essentials.

“I would be using it for a different purpose than earrings, but I guess it doesn’t matter when you have an abundance of it.” Senku doesn’t realize it, but he’s rambling. He elaborates on the minerals he has noted on this island, their abundance, and their significance.

Even though some of  Senku’s words don’t quite make sense to you, you listen. He loses you in words foreign to you, yet you still try to follow along. His fascination with your village’s resources resonates with you. You feel pride that he is fascinated by your village’s prosperity.

“Iron can also be used for things other than just jewelry. It ha-“he stops, startled by your touch on his shoulder.

“You talk a lot.” You say as a hint of a smile played on your lips.

Senku is stunned. It’s been a while since he’s been able to ramble science jargon without being shamed for his obsession. And yet, you let him ramble, listening until you had a comment of your own. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, but I couldn’t find a moment to speak. You’re so passionate about sorcery.”

“I’m passionate about Science.” Senku corrects you.

“Sorcery.” You refute.

“I-” You hesitate, regretting the thought that came to your mind, but your curiosity is getting the better of you—an urge, an impulse in your mind that constantly seeks more, the need to know more. You’ve never been good at suppressing it, and being crowned Queen doesn’t change anything.  Your voice lowers, just enough for Senku to hear, “If I show you some minerals, would you tell me their names?”

“Tired of referring to them based on their descriptions? Tired of calling it the shiny blue rock?” he teases, mocking what he assumes the conversations are like.

“I can kick you out of this village anytime I want.” You threaten him, but the smile on your face contradicts the seriousness of your words. “Remember that.”

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“And this one?” you ask him as you hand him a blue rock.

“Lapis.”

“And this yellow one?” you ask as you hand him another.

“Gold.”

While you search for another mineral to name, Senku looks around the small hut you brought him to. It appears to him like a small craft room. Jewels, feathers, and fabric adorn the walls, while impure minerals lie on wooden work benches. There are baskets filled with ores, separated by color. Your village's wealth in ores only fuels his need to see what you have in your mines.

He's looking around, searching for anything remotely like platinum.

“What are you looking for?” you ask him, growing suspicious of him again. You see the way his eyes dart around the room, no longer in the way he was admiring before; he is searching for something.

“Nothing.” He lies, walking back towards you, ready to name whatever mineral you have prepared for him. He glances at your necklace around your neck, the distinct shine of platinum capturing his attention. He looks back up at you, and you’re glaring at him- he recognizes his mistake too late.

He expects you to march right at him, slap the petrification marks from his face, but you don’t move, you’re not looking at him. Only glancing down at your necklace, your fingers playing with the thin chain. His body freezes when you finally choose to move.

There are a few inches of space between the two of you; the closeness of the two of you is the last thing on your mind. However, you might regret it later. You lift the necklace enough so that it no longer touches your skin, yet remains securely around your neck.

“What’s the name of this mineral?” you ask, holding the necklace up so he can touch it. You notice he’s reluctant to, his fingers moving back and forth until they finally decide to hold the chain.

“It’s platinum.” He tells you honestly, his fingers move up and down the chain. You shiver when his knuckles lightly touch you. 

You can see the sparkle in his eyes, the look of something much more than just pleased.

Attachment?

 Passion?

 Fondness?

Love?

“Is it special?” you ask as you move his hands away from your chain, letting it rest once again on your skin.

“No.”

You’re silent and squinting at him, attempting to read him. “Then why do you keep staring at it?”

Senku panics, quickly saying the first thing that comes to his mind,  “I can’t keep my eyes off your chest.”  

-Slap-

You don’t tell him that you know he’s lying. You keep your observations to yourself, including that his eyes were locked onto the necklace, never once straying to peek at your chest.

“Pervert.”

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“She thinks you’re a pervert?” Ukyo asks, a sweat mark dripping down his forehead as he watches Yuzuriha treat the welt forming yet again on Senku’s face.

“It’s not ideal, but I can’t let her get suspicious of our intentions.”

“That brain of yours couldn’t think of anything else but being a pervert?” Kohaku questions.

“I don’t give a damn what she thinks I am. It was the quickest and most logical option at the time.” Senku mutters in irritation. “Did your team find anything useful?”

“You said we have full access to anything in the woods, right?” Chrome gushes, trying his best not to ruin the surprise.

“Anything in the woods and the shore is ours to roam freely,” Senku repeats the rules you had given him. “Their mines that they have guarded are off limits.”

“WE FOUND OUR OWN MINE!” Chrome shouts as he dumps out the minerals he found in his expenditure.

“It looks like it once was in use, but it appears abandoned,” Ukyo adds.

“Not only that! There was a shed next to it, stacked with minerals! This is so bad!” Chrome exclaims, shoving the minerals to Senku’s shocked face. Senku doesn’t voice it, but he has a feeling he knows who it belongs to, or at least used to.

“Finders Keepers.”

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It’s been days since you interacted with the outsiders. From what you heard from the villagers, they have kept to themselves since their arrival. Although they haven’t interacted much with the village, they have not been quiet. Every so often, you can hear groans of disappointment from the shore. Other times, you can hear faint, and short screams of what can only be described as agony. Their odd noises did not help ease the villagers' worries about them.

              “These outsiders are wicked…” an elder woman whispers to her friend, quickly ushering from the screams of pain.

              “I’ve heard their sorcery tortures their body…”

You’ve been busy with your duties, so you have not had time to interact with the sorcerers. Curious about their progress on their ship, you walk along the edge of the ledge overlooking the shore. You see a group of men working away on lumber, no doubt going to the repairs of their ship. You look around, and nothing appears to be out of the ordinary until something catches your ear.

“WOW SENKU!” the voice, it’s whiny and weak. You recognize it as one of the frequent screams you hear. “A SILVER SPEAR FOR ME!”

You take a step back and try to find the source of the noise. Your eyes scan the shore, doing your best to act as naturally as possible until they finally locate the source. You see Senku looking at you, smug. It’s not his attitude that grabs your attention, although it does irritate you; it’s the group he is surrounded by. They are also dressed from head to toe in jewelry, the shine blinding you with the help of the sun. Without a second to waste, you march down to Senku.

“I said the mines were off-limits!” You shout at him, fuming with each step.

“Huh?” Senku asks innocently, a finger to his ear as he pretends not to be aware of what you’re referring to. “We haven’t been to your mines.”

“Then, where did you get the minerals to create your jewelry? I doubt you would use your limited resources for attire! You said it yourself!” you point to the jewelry of his companions. “You haven’t stepped inside the village since the day you arrived, and the villagers are too afraid to even get near the shore. They think you’re torturing people!”

“We found our mine in the woods,” Senku answers, his eyes locked on you, waiting for the moment you expose yourself. 

“There is no mine in the woods…” Your voice is confident until the end, when the realization of what he might be referring to. Your eyes widen, and you make the mistake of matching Senku’s gaze.

It can’t be…

“You did say anything on the woods and shore were ours to use freely.” Senku mocks you, throwing your words right back at you. “Besides, I would keep an eye on your villagers. I think you might have somebody delving into sorcery in the woods.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you scoff, crossing your arms, pouting. “Sorcery is forbidden.”

“You won’t believe what we had waiting in the woods for us.” He’s taunting you, his smile wicked, waiting for you to crack. “It looks like it was made for us sorcerers.”

You want to smack his face again, yank the stupid necklace he’s wearing around his neck, choke him with it—anything to wipe the silly grin off his face. You’re about to give him a piece of your mind, your finger raised to point, your stance ready to counter, that is, until your eyes fall behind him.

You don’t think, your curiosity gets the better of you once again. You shove Senku to the side without much effort, strolling to the contraption that captured your eye. You keep your distance, despite the voice in your head urging you to move closer and touch the unknown contraption.

“What is t-” Your words are cut short, lost under the shout of your name. Your aunt is shouting for you. She’s standing at the top of the ledge overlooking the shore, her arms crossed, and she is glaring, but not at you. She waits until you are far from them and close to her before she voices her thoughts to you.

She holds you deep in her arms, pressing you closer to her while she lovingly pats your hair. “You’re as fragile as a flower,” her voice sweet and soft, “ but you’re gullible and naïve…I mean all of this out of love, honest.” She squeezes you tighter, rocking you side to side as she continues uttering her concerns. 

“Keep your distance from them. Ruffians, thugs, sorcerers, the lot of them!” she sneers, looking down at the outsiders. She doesn’t hide her disdain for them. She makes direct eye contact with Senku, snarling at him, accompanied by a frown, her hand on your shoulder guiding you away from them. “Stay close to me so I can protect you! The closer you get to them, the stronger their corruption.”

There isn’t a need to defend them, but you want to. Deep down, despite the actions of their leader, you know they aren’t what your aunt says they are.

Sorcerers?- There is no doubt, but…

Ruffians?- How can they be when their leader gets excited over rocks? They are passionate people.

Thugs?- Unlikely when they’re always hard at work, fixing their ship to get back on the sea. Go further out than your people have accomplished. Adventurers is more fitting.

“Promise me you won’t fall for their sorcery.” She whispers to you, her hand squeezing your own. “Sorcery has done nothing but destroy us.”

You want to argue, but you don’t. In a way, it’s true. You’ve heard about the time when this island embraced sorcery only to become a cautionary tale.

‘Sorcery is dangerous.’ - You nod your head in compliance as you are guided away from them. You don’t do anything but listen to your aunt as she goes on and on about the trouble they might bring if you do not keep your distance.

It’s the dead of night, and you know you shouldn’t be thinking of it. You should be thinking of your duties. Thinking of ways to prosper your village further, but it’s consuming your mind—his smug smile, the jewelry that he adorns to mock you.

‘HE DOESN’T EVEN CARE ABOUT HIS APPEARANCE!’ - You scream into your pillow, rolling around as you try to rid your mind of him. ‘HE SAID SO HIMSELF’

He’s doing this to spite you. You are sure of it.

…‘And it’s working'— you angrily tell yourself as you carefully sneak out of your chambers.  The moon is high in the sky, and the frogs and crickets sing their song. The torches that lit the night sky have since been put out.

‘I’m only going to clear my consciousness…no sorcery' - you chant to yourself.

You were only going to scratch the itch in your mind. For your sanity, you needed to know if the mine they found in the woods is the one you used to experiment in. Your heart wanted to know if the jewels they are flaunting aren’t from the ores you collected over the years.

Hiding in the dark of the night, you follow the route engraved in your mind. Years of sneaking away led you to build a map of the forest in your head. If you were to ever fall for the fuzzy eye disease, you know you could navigate the forest with ease.

As you near the area of your haven, you become more aware of your surroundings. Your ears perk up to listen for unusual noises, your eyes scanning for signs of life, looking for anything left behind to indicate someone else besides you was here.

Your steps slow down as you approach the entrance of the cave up ahead. There were no signs of anyone, and this pleased you.

‘Maybe there is an abandoned mine in the woods,’- You think to yourself.

“I knew it!” a voice laughs in the dead of silence, startling you. “You’re a god damn hypocrite.”

“Youuuuu!” you shout as you lunge at him. You’re quicker than Senku—before he can even turn to run from you, you have him tackled to the ground. “THIEF! Give me back what you stole!”

“FINDERS KEEPERS!” Senku seethes, slapping your hands away from his hair.

“That is not how that works.” You argue back, yanking the ends of his hair.

“I don’t give a shit!” Senku spits at you. His hands find the ends of your hair and pull at it, giving you a taste of your medicine. “I know what you are, a hypocrite! You've got the mind of a scientist.”

“No, I don’t,” you cry out. You let go of him and crawl away from him, creating distance between the two of you. “I want what’s best for my village, and sorcery…it’s dangerous.”

Senku’s glaring at you, rubbing his head to ease the stinging pain you inflicted on him, “It’s science, and it’s not dangerous. It’s because of science that I ended up washed up on a different island from where I started. While your village probably can’t get past the ocean current.”

“It’s dangerous! It’s going to come back and bite you!” Tears are streaming down your face, and you don’t understand fully why. You don’t know why you’re getting worked up over it as much as you are.

 “My village tried to embrace it a long time ago…there’s a reason why my people ventured off from the main island. Even after witnessing the horrors that sorcery brought, they tried to embrace it again, hopeful that history would not be repeated…and it did not turn out how they wanted it to.”

“I’m getting the feeling you don’t trust me enough to tell me what happened all those years ago, so I can’t comment on what might’ve happened.” He mutters quietly, his tone understanding. “But science isn’t dangerous. There’s always going to be trial and error.”

You don’t say anything, wiping your tears away while looking at the ground below you. You can hear him approaching you, but you don’t shoo him away. You don’t argue back at him.

“I think it’s best if I tell you what happened 3,700 years ago.”

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“You either have the wildest imagination ever or you’re the world’s greatest liar.” You sneer at him. “Trains? Cars? Planes? Robots? How gullible do you think I am?”

“It’s the truth!” he shouts at you. He grabs your shoulder and pulls you back. “Why don’t you be-,” but the sight of you drowning in your tears stops the words in his mouth.

“I want to believe it, I do…but if it’s true, then that means my father could’ve been saved, right?” You don’t care that it’s Senku - you just needed someone to hold you. You sob into his chest while his hands awkwardly hover over your back. “Science could’ve saved him from his sickness, right? I just wasn’t smart enough to figure it out…Please be honest with me.”

Senku doesn’t answer you right away. Will he lie to protect your feelings, or will he tell you the truth despite the pain it may cause?

“I don’t know what diseases or illnesses your father had, but…” he hesitates, rethinking his choice. “…there is a chance that there might have been a cure.”

It’s a moment of silence. Senku lets the reality of his words sink in, awkwardly holding you while you cry into his chest.

He doesn’t know how much time passes until your sobs turn into sniffles and you finally speak up, pulling away from his embrace.

“Will you teach me everything there is to science?” you ask him, but it sounds more like a plea.

“I can…” he says, moving his body so that there's little space between the two of you. You watch as he moves his hand upwards. You think he’s going to hold your face, his fingers inching closer, but instead they brush against the skin on your neck, his fingers tugging on the chain. “But I want this necklace in return.”

“I can’t.”

He doesn’t say anything, so you take his silence as a no.

Despite your request being rejected, you know you have more power over him. There is something about the necklace around your neck that he needs to have; you don’t know what it is, but it wouldn’t matter to you. The necklace is your people’s heirloom. Before it was yours, it belonged to many generations of men in your family line. This heirloom is the last thing you have of your father; you aren’t going to give it away, especially not to him.

“You need me more than I need you. I can live without science.” You don’t know if it’s the truth, but you say it as if it were. “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

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You find it hard to sleep with how things ended. You felt like you just learned the secrets of the universe, but you can’t do anything about it. Everything always feels like it’s out of reach. You don’t know what to do with yourself.

‘I could’ve saved you…’-You think about your father while you hold the necklace to your lips. Years of practicing sorcery, and you weren’t good enough to save your father. You let yourself get lost in your thoughts, torturing yourself mentally as you blame yourself for everything you couldn’t do.

You don’t hear the soft knocks on your door until they’re pounding, snapping you from your depressing thoughts. You’re unsure whether to open the door or not, especially at this hour, but then the worst scenarios come to your mind.

‘What if it’s a village emergency?’

Your steps are urgent as you jump out of your bed and race for the door, pulling it open in a hurry, only to be met with the person you least want to see.

“What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be on village grounds when the sun is not out!” you reprimand Senku. Afraid to be seen with him, you pull him inside your room and close the door behind him. You cross your arms at him, tapping your foot impatiently, waiting for his answer.

“I’m here to offer myself to you.” He states it as if it’s the most obvious thing. As if you’re supposed to know why he is standing before you, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck, wearing an awkward smile. As if his words fit a situation in the dead of night, alone together in your bedroom.

Your eyes widen at his choice of words. You frantically take a few steps back, holding your hands out in an attempt to hold him back if he were to move closer to you. The back of your knees hit your bed, and you tumble back, a gasp escaping you. You look up to him in disbelief.

 “What?” You ask in shock. You sit up on your forearms as you kick your feet onto the bed, further crawling back, away from him.

“What makes you think I want you?” you shout in a whisper.

You feel unnerved by his stare, his eyes squinting as they roam over you. He takes a step forward, and another sound escapes you. A tiny squeak reaches his ears and stops him in his tracks. You feel your body suffocating in a warmth you’ve never felt, and you’re unsure why.

Senku looks at you questionably, unbothered by the skin you unintentionally reveal to him. His eyes analyze you as they run over your body in an attempt to understand why there has been a sudden change of mind.

“I thought you wanted to know more about science?” There's an awkward beat of silence between the two of you until he hears you scoff.

“Do you not think before you speak?” you ask in disbelief. You scowl at him despite finally relaxing in his presence. The tension in your body is leaving.

Senku looks back at you questioningly, trying to understand where the misunderstanding was. Then a smug smirk creeps onto his face.

“Oh, so your mind went there?” His tone was teasing. He shakes his head as he begins to laugh at you, your reaction finally making sense to him. “Such a perverted imagination for a queen.”

You begin to stutter, unsure of what to say when all you can hear is his snickering. He walks closer to you, standing at the end of your bed while you sit a bit further up. He makes a point to click his tongue as his eyes roam over your exposed skin. Your legs were still a bit parted from when you tried to scramble away from him, your nightgown doing little to hide your body from him.

“No need to cover up. We both know I’m not interested in that.”

“Then why are you here?” you hiss at him, glaring as you cover yourself despite what he says.

“It’s like I said, I’m here to offer myself. Offer the knowledge I hold, here.” He says as he taps the area on his head where his brain would be.

“What do you want in return?”

“Nothing, I had a change of heart.” There was no change in heart, only a change in plan. He’s going to have to conspire with Gen, he needs more than just science to get what he wants. “So, what do you say?”

You are suspicious of his intentions. There was no doubt he was going to be scheming to get the necklace off your neck, but you don’t want this opportunity to go to waste. All you needed to do was be three steps ahead of him in whatever plan he’s got.

“I need time to think about it.”

You’re stalling, and he knows it. He knows the answer is going to be yes; a scientist's curiosity always wins.

Curiosity is the wick in the candle of learning.

[thehigherseekerastro]

Alternative Astro Observations (Saturn Return edition)

Hello, everyone!

I've been doing a lot of reflecting lately, and I got the idea to share some of the thoughts ruminating in my mind as of late, pertaining to some planets and the way we see and hear them described. Let me know down below if you agree, disagree, or have any questions!

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Saturn 🪐

Let's start with our buddy Saturn, most specifically, Saturn Return. The hot topic of the moment.

In honor of Saturn's historic move into Aries on the 27th of May, 2025, let's talk about Saturn's role in our lives, and the alleged promises of it.

The planet Saturn is considered the "prison" of the solar system, because not much can escape its orbit. The sheer size of its rings compared to the actual planet proves it. It constraints, holds and guards things. It doesn't release. It doesn't give. Saturn sees things stable, secured, in place. It's a protector. And it isn't considered a malefic for nothing.

We really need to shift from this recent modern habit of wanting to fit everything into a whimsical pleasurable experience, even the tough things. Some things are just hard and that is just that.

I don't have my soul destroyed, so I'm not gonna tell you astrology is out to get you and it's here to make you bleed and cry out for your momma in agony. That's rotten core shit. Growth doesn't come just from tragedy. But the universe works in balance. And hard things are a part of life, just as much as joy and peace. So we can't continue thinking and expecting that every single thing in our lives has to end in a party.

"Oh, cause you're gonna reap the rewards!"

The rewards from what, exactly? Because you went through a hard time? But what did you DO with that time? Or did you just sit there, wallow in it, and waited to storm out? Because all things change at some point, so ofc, even your down times will eventually pass. But did you actually convert that time into any time of self-work? Or did you just let time take care of it on its own?

NOTHING is gonna give you a participation prize. So don't expect rewards from work you didn't do.

So the Saturn Return...

Just hang in there and you'll get your benefits from Saturn...

Said WHO? Did Saturn tell you that himself?

You WILL survive and move on, but that's cause you have to. Not because Saturn owes it to you. BOOM! There! You learned to be mature. Saturn did its job.

Saturn grinds you to teach a child that - guess what? - unless YOU get a job and make money, nobody's coming to pay your bills. Unless YOU go to the doctor, nobody's protecting your health for you. Unless YOU mange yourself, nobody's saving the quality of your relationships for you.

Because that's the adult life for you.

YOU give YOURSELF the Saturn rewards. Or you don't.

Saturn is not a giver. It's a holder. It takes and keeps it, and doesn't give it back.

Saturn Return Rewards 🤩

They're not coming.

Your life will not magically improve after your Saturn Return.

What IS coming is your opportunity to take a shitty situation and rise to the occasion.

The "rewards" you get are things that you should have been taking care of all along, but you weren't, but you got so low and frustrated that YOU finally start sorting it all out.

And guess what happens if you go through your Saturn Return and don't change nothing!

Exactly that. Nothing.

Let's stop promising ourselves that we'll have this great life after 30 cause Saturn Return is over, while at the same time just sitting and hoping for the best.

Cause if you don't, all you're gonna get is depression from feeling like your problems never go away.

The whole point of a Saturn Return is to teach you to REDIRECT.

You cannot resist Saturn's gravitational pull. It is bigger than you. But you can try to move away from it. Those are the only asteroids that manage to stray from its belt. And it takes time.

Don't fear your Saturn Return

You will survive it. And things will improve. But only cause you're gonna find yourself.

Except the things that you're gonna face, they may very well repeat more than once in your life. They might even persist after the Return is complete.

But that's the point. You don't have to wait for them to pass to start acting on your own life. You don't have to wait for them to be perfect. You don't have wait for "Saturn" to give you better choices and options. Make them yourself.

And you CAN and WILL have a beautiful life. Things WILL get better.

Just allow yourself to grow and watch your own magic happen.

As always, keep on believing in yourself and stay light in your heart. ❤️

[voxslays]

JD vox x Veronica g/n reader? Please. Take your time, 😄❤

A/N: ty for the request anon! i absolutely adore heathers, especially the song i chose for this fic (and also their dynamic??) sorry it took me so long! <3

MEANT TO BE YOURS

Featuring >>> JD-coded! Vox x Veronica! Reader

Vox had gone too far. He had tried to tear down the hotel from its roots—Charlie. He had tried to destroy the only family you had left…and you couldn’t take it anymore. So you did the only rational thing you could think of. You cut Vox off completely. Which in hindsight, was the worst mistake you ever could’ve made.

Vox was outside your room in the hotel, simply standing there menacingly. There were small bolts of blue electricity stemming from his clawed hands. His usually blue and red eyes now in their hypnotic state. You were done for, you thought. Yet, in a demanding but sweet tone, Vox yells, “All is forgiven, baby! Come on, get dressed!” He laughs manically. “You're my date to the extermination watch-party tonight!” He says as he zaps into your room via the TV.

Your jaw drops in shock at Vox's bizarre proclamation. The manic gleam in his eyes is unsettling, but there's an undeniable undercurrent of desperation beneath his cruel facade. He reaches out to grab your arm, his grip surprisingly gentle compared to the intimidating aura surrounding him. "You chucked me out like I was trash.” Vox sneers. “And for that you should be dead.” He says, his tone both firey and furious—even more so than the depths of hell that surround you.

His hands tremble slightly as he holds your arm. The electric current pulsing from his fingers seems to hum with an emotion you thought he didn't possess - vulnerability. "Then it hit me like a flash What if the hotel went away instead?" Vox declares harshly. "Those assholes are the key! They're keeping you away from me!” He states, seemingly unaware of how insane he sounds to you. “They made you blind, messed up your mind!” Vox hums. “But I can set you free!” He whispers.

“Vox, I-” His grip tightens slightly, the electric current pulsing through his fingers almost warm. "You left me and I fell apart…I punched the wall and cried." He growls softly, making punching motions with his fists, but there's an underlying plea that makes your heart falter. "Then I found you, changed my heart. And set loose all that truthful shit inside!" Your heart breaks for him. What had you done to this man? “Vox, please.” You beg.

His face contorts into a mix of anger and sorrow, pixelated tears nearly welling up in his hypnotic eyes. "And so I built a bomb!” He shouts, his voice cracking slightly. “Tonight the hotel is Vietnam! Let's guarantee they never see the violence calm!" His voice raises. You gasp.

He pulls you closer, his face inches from yours. The electric current from his hands now a comforting warmth as he looks at you with pleading, crazed eyes. "I was meant to be yours, we were meant to be one!” He pauses, gripping your hands tighter. “Don't give up on me now, finish what we've begun!" Before you could even give your answer to the overlord, he speaks again. “So when the hotel goes "boom" with everyone inside.” He makes finger guns with little ‘pkhew!’ sounds, which would’ve been cute in any other situation. “In the rubble of their tomb, we'll plant this note explaining why they died!” Vox hums, his enthusiasm never faltering.

We, the residents of the Hazbin Hotel, will die! Our burned bodies may finally get through to you, Our society churns out slaves and blanks. No, thanks. Signed the residents of the Hazbin Hotel, Goodbye.

“I was meant to be yours, we were meant to be one.” Vox sighs as he sings his heart out to you. “I can't make it alone, help me finish what we've begun!” You were terrified. Vox’s hypnotic eyes had began to spin, and you had almost lost yourself in his trance. You were running out of time. “You were meant to be mine! I am all that you need! You carved open my heart, can't just leave me to bleed!” While he’s distracted, you take this as your chance to get into your closet, locking the door tightly, and leaning a chair against it.

He listens to the sound of the closet door locking, his grin fading as confusion and a hint of panic, anger, and frustration sets in. "What…?" He mutters, turning around to face the closet door. "Darling, open the, open the door, please…" He begs, his voice slightly shaky. “Sweetheart, open the door.”

He pounds his fists against the closet door, the dark wood creaking under his blows. "Can we not fight anymore, please?” He begs once again, receiving no answer. “Can we not fight anymore?” He repeats, his voice echoing through the room. Suddenly, he stops and presses his ear against the door, listening intently. His voice softens to a whisper. “Sure, you're scared, I've been there, I can set you free!" He taps his long demon-like nails gently on the door.

He steps back from the door, his expression turning cold and calculating. "Don’t make me come in there!” Vox warns, raising his voice. “I'm gonna count to three!” He yells as the static in his voice appears. He reaches for the doorknob, his hand wrapping around it tightly. "One…" He counts, his voice steady and menacing. "Two…" He continues, his voice growing louder. "Fuck it!" He shouts, as he forces open the door. “Found you…”

[libraryraccoon]

Write of a raccoon like a actual raccoon ending up in hell and terrorizing every citizen in hell, and finding some roadroller and it becomes even worse demons homes aren’t only being trashed and torn into pieces and some how Hazbin Hotel is still standing ( it’s because of Nifty scaring them off some how ) The hotel business starts off booming. Sinners rejoice your redemption is far from the ever so crazy Raccoon! Wait till the Duck comes in… >:)

Gender : Raccoon

Pronouns : They/them

Message from Raccoon : That give me idea for a Raccoon!Reader meeting IMP..

General Headcanon

You were a good thief, really good.

But one day, you were betrayed.

You were robbing the world's largest bank, but your partner in crime, Timothy, betrayed you by shooting you.

You didn't really understand why, you never had an explanation, but you suspect that he was working with the Police in secret.

Anyway, you're dead.

Welcome to Hell ! And you're… a raccoon ?

No, like, a real raccoon. The little thing that digs through trash cans.

Holy shit.

Vox was broadcasting his usual show, when he had to interrupt it because there was a turf war led by a raccoon ?

He never thought he would see a real raccoon in Hell, and he never thought he would have to broadcast about them because the raccoon was fighting to be the Overlord of one of the territories.

He could see in the background Angel Dust walking away from the raccoon after seeing them lunge at the face of a snake demon.

Vox quietly wondered if this was all a dream or if he should really be going to Overlord meetings with a raccoon.

Spoiler : he had to.

You injected fear into all the beings of Hell after that, causing chaos.

No one said anything about it, they watched you steal their stuff and their trash but they said nothing.

When Alastor returned, he was NOT expecting to see a raccoon in the Overlords meeting room. Even less so for Carmilla to introduce the said raccoon as the new Overlord.

He made a 404 error.

Alastor saw how everyone else was suspicious or afraid of you, he was wondering who the hell this raccoon is.

You found Alastor interesting.

In the sense that you loved all the chaos he created, so you joined him.

He brought you to the Hotel, wondering what entertainment you would do.

He don't regret it.

You were doing a lot of damage, yes, but it was fun.

One day you drank alcohol at Husk's bar (you stole the bottle when he wasn't watching), and you ended up getting drunk.

Have you ever seen a demon raccoon drunk ? Because the Hazbin Crew did it.

You have fought everyone and destroyed everything you saw.

You were throwing yourself at people's faces like a fucking cat throwing itself at curtains.

It took Vaggie and Charlie spiking you with 16 tranquilizers before you calmed down.

Result of the damage of the hotel : a kitchen destroyed, a living room destroyed, the hall the hotel destroyed, some walls destroyed, the face of Angel Dust and Husk being injured by your claws, Alastor's trench coat in ruins.

And that was just the damage caused to the Hotel, let's not even talk about the rest of Hell..

Lucifer met you when you were in Wrath…

How the hell a sinner found a way to go in the circles other than pride is a mystery without answers.

He asked you, but you just looked at him with completely blank and terrifying eyes. You spoke, but he didn't understand what you were saying, didn't understand the raccoon.

He doesn't even know if you answer or if you were making fun of him.

You have become attached to Lucifer. More precisely his ducks.

Lucifer made a raccoon duck and gave it to you, it's your most precious object since.

Someone must be watching you 24/7 to ensure Hell's survival.

Did I mention the edits about you and the fact that you are a meme in the 7 circles of Hell ?

You hated bald people because Timothy was bald. That's why you attacked Valentino as soon as you saw him.

You 🤝 Niffty = being Valentino's worst nightmares.

Hell wasn't ready for your alliance with Niffty.

Neither was heaven.

Niffty stabbed Adam, you finished him.

[tinyraptorhands]

Pro Hero, Pro Mama, No Problem pt. 12

He closed his tablet cover quietly.

He sighed.

He was in his home office, having just finished his 'therapy session' with some random extra.

Dr. Shiori Hazegawa.

She looked like she was perpetually sour faced, but she had some interesting foresight on shit he hadn't thought of.

That, and she signed the NDA agreement pretty quickly. She was known for helping active heroes, so there was really no issue there.

Still.

He didn't enjoy it.

At least he could do it in the comfort of his own home office. He heard some giggling, and your own giggle.

He had a rare day off, having taken a sick day for the appointment. Which left him with...

Spending time with you and Katsumi? He thought about it.

But...

He had wanted to catch up on those stupid insurance claims...

Fuck it.

He got up, padding over to the hallway and into the living room. You were folding laundry, and Katsumi was sitting by, destroying the neatly folded piles. He smirked. He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded casually. "She's certainly helpful." He said, and you looked up.

"Yeah, let me tell ya." You watched as she began to crawl, and go over to the next neat pile of clothing. "She just does what she wants."

Katsuki chuckled, pushing off the frame and went to sit next to you. He grabbed the ruined pile, and started to fix it. "Little menace. Swear she's gonna end up with my quirk times one hundred." He muttered. You chuckled. Katsumi began to babble to herself as she held up some hand towels, waving them around.

Katsuki looked at her. "She looks like some kinda American cheerleader. Or she's an air traffic control person, whatever they're called." He said, watching her. You chuckled, setting some of his sweatpants down.

"Thats an interesting take." You looked as Katsumi threw the towels, and grabbed more. "I know I should probably just put her in her play pen, but honestly this is kinda funny."

Katsuki watched as you began to refold the towels, and he shook his head. "Right." As he looked back at his baby daughter, he smirked. "Kid's gonna be a handful."

"A little Dynamight?" You teased. Katsuki folded a few shirts, smirking to himself.

"Yeah, kid's gonna be just like...'BOOM!' All over the pla-"

"Boom!" A tiny voice babbled.

The two of you stopped a second, and slowly turned your heads to your daughter, who parroted back again, "Boom!"

You both slowly blinked. "...Holy shi-" Katsuki was about to say, til' you slapped your hand over his mouth.

"Boom! B-boom!" She began to crawl over to the pile now ignored by Katsuki. His and your expressions one of awe and suprise.

"Our kid's first word is 'boom'!?" Katsuki scooped her up before she could mess up the pile, looking like he won a limited edition All Might statuette. He held her up, tossing her up and down. "Are you kidding me? That's friggin' hilarious!" She squealed in glee, repeating the same word over and over.

You giggled, watching him bond with her. "Shes definitely your child." You said. He chuckled.

"Was there ever a doubt? Kid's exactly like me."

You suppressed an eye roll. "Hm. She's got some of me in there somewhere."

"Yeah, your hair color." He deadpanned, getting up with her. He held her on his hip, and she clapped her hands. He grinned like a proud father-which, he was.

"We should call the old hag and my dad. They'll wanna hear about this. Won't let me live it down if I don't." He grabbed his phone from his back pocket with his other hand. You were suprised he was taking an initiative to even let them know, but you weren't about to comment on it. As he went to unlock his phone, Katsumi grabbed his phone with a surprising amount of strength, ripping it out of his hand. "Oi! What the-" Katsuki gasped, and she threw it on the ground.

"Boom!" She squealed. You covered your mouth, stifling a laugh.

He stared at his phone. "...Right...'boom'." He sighed, kneeling to pick it up.

"Definitely your personality." You smirked.

"Shut it."

"BOOM!" Katsumi screeched.

It happened slow.

You woke up in the middle of the night. Katsumi hadn't cried yet. You looked over at the baby cam, and noticed she was still fast asleep.

Huh.

A few more days, and she barely cried at night.

And then you realized it.

She was no longer relying on your milk. Your supply had dropped significantly since introducing her to solids and other foods, and you only fed her at night.

Now?

You found yourself waking less and less.

And that made you...sad? Happy?

Confused?

You couldn't pin point it. But the weaning was happening on her own terms, only going for you to comfort.

And part of you was relieved.

Teeth were an issue now. And she bit.

More than once.

You found yourself packing away the pump, a first step to the ending of your breast feeding journey. You sat on the couch in the living room, wiping the small machine and its parts quietly, Katsumi having been put down for the night.

Katsuki came into the living room, his tablet in hand as he looked over a few reports. As he sat down, he looked over at you. "...Finally putting that thing away, huh?"

You sighed softly as you slipped it back into the box. "Yeah." You almost did so reverently. "Its time."

He watched as you wrapped up the tubing, giving one last wipe to the flanges. You stared down at it. "...It...feels weird. Like I'm saying goodbye to an old friend."

Katsuki clicked his tongue. "Don't get so sentimental. You'll..." he blushed, looking away, "you'll have it out again before you know it."

"Huh?" You looked at him, confused. He then huffed, looking back at you.

"I'm...I'm saying, I wanna...I'd like to have another." He said quietly, "...if...if you'd wanna, that is."

You were silent.

Did you?

You weren't sure. The pregnancy wasn't so bad. But everything after?

It was hard.

The endless crying. The feeling of helplessness.

And you still didn't feel completely like yourself.

You closed the box. "...I...don't know yet." You admitted, a bit timidly.

A beat of silence.

"Is...it 'cause of me?" He asked, his voice suddenly soft.

It wouldn't do good to lie-besides, he could tell. He always could.

"Well. It...was hard. You weren't here alot. And...I know that's no...real fault of your own." You said, running a hand over the pump box. "But when you were here, it certainly didn't feel like you were." He winced slightly.

"...Yeah. I'm....I'm workin' on that. Being...here for you. And her." He said, his hand inching to yours over the box. "But...if you want to have another, I'll do better."

You knew he kept his word.

"...Let me have some time." You decided. "Besides, shes gonna be one in a month. And I wanna get back on the field soon."

He nodded. "Yeah. I got ya." He said, his hand finally meeting yours. "But, for now," he took the box from you, "this is going into the storage closet."

You gave him a soft smile as he went to the hallway. You heard the soft opening and closing of the closet, almost signifying a change with the sound of closing door.

Whatever you decided, you knew you could do it.

Together.

((I think I got at least 3 or 4 more chapters of this. Next part? Planning Katsumi's first birthday!! Also, sorry this one is short-my own girl is weaning and shes not as smooth as Katsumi is lol. But I don't really feed her during the day now, so...yay! Wish me luck!))