#genuinely wishing i wasn’t here kind of feeling ya know?

[absolute-flaming-trash]

Pairing: Yandere!Mahito x Reader

SFW

Word Count: 1'129

Warnings: Yandere, Kidnapped reader, Talks about death and the afterlife, Mahito's experiments, Mahito is an asshole (but what else is new).

Additional Notes: Ya girl has Thanatophobia and therefore Reader does as well. Reader also does not believe in an afterlife here.

“Why do you look like that?”

The question made you frown, attention shifting from the dripping water coming off the pipes above your head to Mahito’s crouched form beside your makeshift bed.

“Like what?”

“That,” he said, lifting a hand up and poking your cheek. You could feel the indent of his finger digging into your teeth. “You look like a sad wet dog.”

You were quick to smack his hand away, expression turning annoyed. “I’m fine.”

He tilted his head and you suppressed a sigh. Usually, you were quick to quip back at him with something you thought was clever, like his comment being something every woman wanted to hear - spoken in your typical sarcastic tone.

You weren’t surprised that he’d find that kind of answer underwhelming.

“What is it?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Come on.” He dragged out the last word like a needy child, sprawling himself across your lap so you’d be forced to fully focus on him. “It’s obviously something.”

The sigh you finally gave in response held far more weight than you had wished. He grinned. “Nothing you can do anything about.”

He snorted. “Did I offer to do anything about it?” he poked your cheek again. “Tell me what’s going on in that little mind of yours.”

The slight twitch of your eye that followed betrayed the fact he had you exactly where he wanted. It made you sick just thinking about it.

“I’m just…” You chewed on your bottom lip for a moment as you looked away from him. “I can’t stop thinking about what happens… after.”

You could feel Mahito’s hair grinding between your thigh and the back of his skull as he shifted his head in your lap. “After?”

You gestured vaguely before looking back at him. “After we die.”

He blinked. “That’s it?”

The disappointment in his tone wasn’t surprising. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the topic was either boring for him, or he just genuinely did not care. Regardless, it clearly wasn’t something that interested him in any form.

“You asked.”

“I did, I just didn’t expect it to be something so uninteresting.” He said as he sat back up, a small pout on his face.

You cringed at the confirmation of your thoughts, but anger quickly overtook the embarrassment.

“And you wonder why I don’t want to talk to you, you just make fun of me.”

“Then stop making it so easy.” He grabbed your jaw before you could turn your face away from him again. “Why are you wasting time on something so dull?”

“I can’t help it,” his lips twitched up at how petulant you sounded for a moment. “How can I after what I saw?”

His eyes widened in almost a madding form of glee as his face twisted to match the expression.

The macabre sight of his experiments was something that was burned in your mind forever. No matter how much you tried to scrub the events from your memory, you could not get the stain out. It was as permanent as those ghastly red stains on the walls and floor of the sewer he had dragged you into. As sick and gut-wrenching as the pleas for help from the ones who had enough mental capacity remaining to beg for death while your own words were caught in your throat.

And yet it made you wonder if that really would be a mercy because, to you, there was no afterlife. There was just… nothing.

And that terrified you almost as much as what Mahito was capable of.

“Awe, did that upset you?” He cooed, running his thumb along your cheek in a gesture that would be sweet if it wasn’t so condescending.

You smacked his hand away, teeth grinding as your anger came back up. “Fuck you.”

His giggles were like nails on a chalkboard. “Later, right now I wanna know if you’re gonna keep being a downer over something that happened days ago.”

“You can’t be serious.” The incredulous words left you before you could stop them because you knew he was. It was written all over him, without shame or reservation.

Sometimes you wondered if it was even possible for him to have any before you were reminded of the fact he was a Curse with each perverted expression of schadenfreude.

Your disgust coiled inside your gut like a parasite.

“So you are.” he let out a puff of air that blew a few of his shorter blue strands away from his face. “They’re going to die no matter what, what does it matter to you if they go to heaven or whatever fairy tale you humans like to believe in?”

“Because I want to know if I’m going to end up the same as them or not.”

There was a shift in his expression once you said that. Gone was the usual childish glee, replaced temporarily with god-awful authenticity.

“You’re not going to.”

He said it with such conviction that it made you laugh for a moment.

“I don’t believe you.”

You decided at that moment that Mahito’s frowns were far worse than any of his smiles could ever be as he looked at you directly in your eyes.

He stayed like that for a little while. Silent. Analyzing.

Then his eyes gleamed. “You’re scared.”

Of course you were. “No.”

“Yes, you are, don’t be silly.” He got in your face again, amused. “Your eyes don’t lie, I can see your soul trembling.

You shoved him away. He let you. “Why are you so afraid of something that’s inevitable?”

“Yes, how foolish of me to fear the end of my own existence and the destruction of everything I was and ever will be.” The words were bitter as you spoke them, eyes narrowing.

He snickered. “There’s no point to birth and death. It’s only your meaningless attachment to life that makes it terrifying, you know.”

You could only scoff, unable to come up with anything to say in response to that. You returned your gaze to the pipes, completely appalled.

When you failed to say anything after several minutes he sighed and crouched in front of you once more. “If it’s any consolation, I’m not going kill you.”

His hands cupped your cheeks as he brought his face about an inch away from yours. “If you somehow died, I still would not let that be the end of you.” His tone shifted into a sincerity that caught you off guard. “Your physical body would be gone for the time being, yes, but I’d still have your soul.” His thumb brushed over your lower lip and he grinned for what felt like the millionth time. “And that’s something I intend to keep around for a very… very long time.”

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[deathmetalangel]

Hello!

I am craving for some Sub!Robin from teen titans (the one from 2003) smut with fem!reader. Like, reader being a superhero from his group that is just flirty by nature and has this smug grin always on her face. And Robin can't help but feel nervous around her (but pretending he's not-) until one day it just happens and when he tries to dom the reader he finds out that he is gonna be the one dominated and not the other way xd

BIRTHDAY BOY (ROBIN/DICK GRAYSON X FEM!READER)

warnings: smut, fem!dom, cunnalingus f! receiving, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, mentions of scars (from being a hero), creampie

robin finds out the hard way he’s much more turned on by someone who takes control of him in bed

The titans had the day off. Rare, almost extremely rare seeing as Jump City was almost as chaotic as Gotham or Blüdhaven. But Blackfire had convinced them all to go to a ‘killer’ party downtown so she can bond with her little sister.

Y/n didn’t mind, she loved the party scene. Guys that were so easily flustered, girls that all loved how confident she was, and how annoyed Robin looked when she talked to everyone. He usually played it off, not well, but he tried his best.

Blackfire’s laugh caught her attention. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh nothing. Just how hard Robin is eye hanging you right now.” y/n glances over at the spiky haired boy and indeed he was watching her with an unreadable expression.

She rolls her eyes while Blackfire spins her to the music. "He always acts so jealous. It's funny really, I just wish he'd grow a pair ya know? I can't keep playing cat and mouse like this. No matter how good a cat I am." Both girls giggle until the subject of their conversation walks over.

"H/n, Blackfire." He greets the two who just look at one another.

"Hello Robin. What can I do for you?" Y/n smirks and stands closer to him. Her face leans in to look up at him with a cocky grin. "I'd be happy to take orders from my great and intelligent leader." Her voice just oozes with the confidence only she possessed. Not even Blackfire would compare her charms to her friends. Even if they were two of a kind.

Robin clears his throat semi-awkwardly. "We need to talk."

"About what?" She smiles playing dumb. It only made it more difficult for Robin. She loved putting up a naive front to mess with him even more. It was the only way to best the normally composed Robin.

Especially since they had a past.

Robin grabs her wrist and pulls her away from the blaring lights and pounding music. “Hey what’s this about?” Now she was genuinely confused. It wasn’t like him to get all pent up. She tilts her head and before she can speak lips crash onto hers.

Robin presses y/n against the cold wall, his lust overwhelming. Her fingers curl into his slicked back hair while his hands roam her hips. “Fuck,” She mumbles before Robin pulls her into a random bedroom.

They both fall back onto the bed with Robin pushing aside her clothing to get them off as soon as possible. "You knew exactly what you were doing, didn't you?" He mumbles against her neck desperate for a response. There was no way she would do all that without wanting this type of reaction from him. She knew him too well to do that.

"And if I did?"

Robin's breath hitches slightly at her tone. She was enjoying this, his little outburst. It was entertaining her. The thought turned him on more than he would like to admit of course. "Then you're a bigger slut than I thought you were."

Just like that she yanks his hair back and looks him dead in the eyes, she was feeling different tonight. "Call me that again and I leave you here alone with your hand to get you off. Got it?" Dick gulps and nods. Y/n smirks and fumbles with her utility belt. "Now, be a good boy and help me with this."

Like an obedient lap dog he does as she says. Wasting no time in undoing the belt and discarding her bottoms. "Perfect. Okay Robin, eat." She pushes herself up more on the mattress and spreads her pristine built legs for him. Robin, ever so desperate to please, begins sucking at her clit and eating her out like a starved man.

Moans leave her mouth while she holds onto his hair. "Fuck, you're doing so damn good. Yeah. Right there. Right there. Fuck!" Robin doesn't stop while he holds onto her thighs for support. Her moans made his cock strain in his pants and her praise made him even more sprung.

Robin had y/n swearing like madwoman with how well he was doing. It drove her crazy. Her legs were shaking by the time she came, but when she did you could bet Robin was ready for whatever she told him to do next. Look at him, what a sub.

Y/n giggles while Robin starts to leave sloppy kisses all over her body. Each and every scar left from their many battles and even the ones before the team. "Okay okay, let me have my fun now." Her tone was almost sadistic; her eyes glowed with ecstasy and lust. Almost glazed over with a far off look. Like she was lost in her pleasure.

Robin doesn't get a chance to react when she uses her strength to flip him over and sit down on his stomach. Her cunt was still dripping wet and she could feel his erection on her ass. "You're so god damn needy Dick." His real name was a rare gift he got to hear, but god did he love to hear her say it.

She swiftly removes his bottoms and is surprised by just how hard he was. Unlike every other time, her being dominant turned him on the most. Interesting. Y/n crawls over him before kneeling above his hardened dick. She carefully spreads her pussy and lines them up.

"What no condom?" He sputters out from his lack of breath. She just smiles at him.

"Happy birthday Grayson." His eyes shut from the amount of pure pleasure he feels from her warm cunt swallowing his dick whole. It never failed to knock the breath from his lungs. "Fuck, you're so big."

Robin tries to grab at her thighs to have some sort of stability, but she instead grabs his hands and holds them above his head. Her strength allows her to push his wrists into the mattress while she begins to rock her hips. The music outside was now silent to them because of how enveloped they were with each other.

Y/n leans over Robin and smiles while her hips set a steady and fast paced rhythm. Her ass bounced on his quivering dick while he whispered out praises. "You're so tight. Fuck, you feel so good y/n." He was coming undone by the minute.

Her teeth start to graze over his skin making him shiver. "Quiet now D, wouldn't want anyone to walk in." He practically ignores her when she begins to bite down on his neck.

"Fuck!" She just chuckles and starts to suckle gently. Her rhythmic bouncing is met with him bucking his hips upwards to meet her throbbing cunt. Y/n moans into his neck, feeling her orgasm creep up on her once again. "Wanna cum birthday boy?" A series of rushed and quiet yes's slip from Robin's lips.

Their speed increases while Robin starts to hit deeper with his stronger thrusts. She lets go of his hands and arches her back in pleasure. "Oh my god!" She moans out while Robin grabs her hips to start bringing them down faster. "I'm so close!"

Both of them are oblivious to the unwinding party as they chase their highs. "Fuck y/n, I'm gonna cum. Where do I?"

"I said, happy birthday. Didn't I?" Her voice is strained and pitchy while she grinds desperate for her release. Robin can feel his looming and before he knows it he brings her down and fully bottoms out before spurting his cum into her awaiting cunt. "Fuuuccking hell!"

Y/n clenches down around him when she feels the tension in her stomach break and she cums. She sighs before collapsing down on the bed next to Robin. His breathing starts to steady when he turns to face her.

"Hope you liked your gift, birthday boy."

[beitingz]

Part 2: Acquainted (Raphael x Reader)

I never learned how to create a masterlist, but I will figure it out by the end of today to make this easier to find all of the parts in order. Sorry in advance!

wrd count: 1.4k

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Raphael’s gaze swept the area once more as April clambered inside her apartment. His attention shifted to her as she turned toward him. The red-clad turtle could sense her apprehension, and he couldn’t help but feel sympathy for her. This incident had genuinely rattled the usually brave woman. He crouched down to meet her distant gaze, pondering how to ease her concerns. 

“Still no sign of Tiger Claw or any giant spiders…” he said to her, cringing as he realized that probably wasn’t what she wanted to hear. 

She only shot him a small, sad smile.

It had been about a month since she was attacked by the strange mutant that happened to know her name. She would be lying if she said that she didn’t occasionally have nightmares about running into it again and learning what it would do to her had she not escaped its web. Her paranoia was valid, the boys agreed, and she would no longer be walking anywhere alone at night. She was somewhat relieved, although it did not stop her from worrying about it finding her.

“Listen,” he tried again, “me and my brothers… we’re gonna find ‘em. We’re not gonna let anythin’ happen to ya, alright? So just rest for tonight.”

April couldn’t help the real smile that bloomed on her face. She then quietly thanked him before they said their goodbyes and parted ways.

His brothers were several blocks away, and the absence of communication indicated that he wasn’t needed immediately. Thus, he decided to take his time with returning to their rendezvous point.

 

He eventually found himself kicking a can across rooftops, muttering to himself as he looked all around. He doubted there were going to be any sightings of Tiger Claw or a giant mutant spider, and the last few nights hadn’t been anything particularly interesting either. He double-checked his phone for any missed calls or texts from his brothers telling him to hurry up. 

Nothing. 

‘Yep. Another slow night,’ he thought, wishing that he some heads to bash. Even one would suffice. Just before he could abandon his current rooftop and leap to the next one, he paused for a moment before turning around. Did he hear something? 

His hands crept towards his sais and lingered for a moment before he changed his mind. It was probably just the wind. 

When he turned back around, however, he was quite surprised to see a Footbot standing on the building just below him. They were peering up at him through their mask, red bandana gently fluttering in the wind. Raphael was not quite sure what to do at first. This was new; his enemies usually charged right at him and showed no mercy.

 

“Cruisin’ for a bruisin’?” he called out, effectively breaking the silence.

“We need to talk,” they responded, sounding nothing like any of the Kraang robots he and his brothers had been battling for a long time. This was obviously a young woman. It was you.

Skeptical, Raphael began scanning the area for more clan members, feeling a bit confused when he found none. ‘What kind of trap is this?’ he thought, his sais at the ready. 

“Talk?” he echoed. “What could we possibly have to talk about?”

“This is not a trap,” you assured him, sensing his confusion. You took a step onto the ledge in front of you. “I’m not here to fight you, either. I have some information for you.”

He remained silent, waiting for you to continue. Ready to defend himself, he knew he could take you down since there was only one of you after all. 

“There is a meeting scheduled at this location tonight,” you explained, pulling a small piece of paper from the pouch strapped around your waist. “The Kraang will be delivering Stockman’s supplies for his experiments.”

He eyed you carefully as you slowly raised the piece of paper near the side of your head, indicating that he should take it. He understood this could be some sort of trick but decided to take his chances. With a swift jump, he landed beside you on the ledge, towering menacingly over your form as he snatched the paper from your fingers. You allowed him to read the information scribbled on it before letting your hand drop to your side.

“What is this? Why’re ya tellin’ me this?” he inquired, untrusting eyes piercing your soul.

You began taking slow steps back, pondering the question as well before telling him that you just figured he ought to know. He watched as you practically dived off of the roof and seemingly disappeared into thin air.

He stayed glued to that spot for a considerable amount of time until a buzz from his phone alerted him that his brothers wanted to know of his whereabouts. He ignored it for now, already beginning to make his way back to them while he thought about whether or not he should relay this information to his brothers. It could be a trap for all he knew.

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After a long night of fighting with the Kraang and even some of Stockman’s henchmen, the Turtles settled in to enjoy some celebratory pizza while discussing the recent events. 

“I’ve been trying to pinpoint their shipping hub for months!” Donnie exclaimed, his hands atop his head. He couldn’t believe that after all those sleepless nights, all he had to do was ask! That was an understatement, of course, but he just couldn’t believe that the Foot would just give them that information on a whim.

Raphael finished chewing his pizza this time before speaking (which pleased his older brother), “Yeah, I’m just glad it wasn’t an ambush. Chick was real sketchy.”

“Wait a minute, it was a chick?!” Mikey exclaimed, words muffled by the food in his mouth. Raph just ignored him. 

Leonardo then wondered aloud if maybe the Foot member was coming to their senses and wanting to turn a new leaf. His brothers rolled their eyes in unison. He had thought the same thing about Karai once upon a time, and she had been more trouble than anything. She would never change. 

Nonetheless, Donnie had to somewhat agree. Why else would a Foot clan member help them out?

They took turns speculating what could have caused an AWOL foe, although none of their guesses came close. In the end, they all assumed this would be a one-time occurrence. It seemed very unlikely that a spy would slip through the cracks, betray Karai, and live to tell the tale.

The next time Raphael saw you, he had mistaken you for one of the bots he had encountered earlier that night. In his defense, he didn’t even know there was going to be a next time.

You made the mistake of appearing behind him in an alleyway and ended up being pinned against the wall with a sai pointed at your throat. The only reason your head wasn’t rolling on the ground right then was because he noticed the way your breath hitched. Kraang bots don’t need air.

You glared at him down your nose and hoped he could sense your frustration when your mask couldn’t convey it. 

“It’s you, isn’t it?” he asked, although it wasn’t much of a question. He had already made his mind up and released you from his strong grasp. As he stepped away from you, he swept some robotic limbs to the side with his foot to make some room for you to stand properly. When he was done, he saw that you were already holding out a piece of paper to him. He snatched it from you like last time and looked it over. 

You were already starting to plan your escape when he asked you what your deal was. You paused for a beat, then sighed, “I’m helping you.”

“Why?” 

Your brows furrowed beneath your mask as you stared at the turtle before you. “Are you not up to the task?” you asked in return. He only gave you a flat look. 

You didn’t blame him for being so on guard. Honestly, you don’t think you would be so trusting if he or his brothers suddenly began giving you sensitive information out of the blue either. You dropped your gaze to your feet and began to confess. 

“I need your help. If anyone can stop Karai once and for all,” you said, earnestly, “it’s you and your brothers.”

You didn’t give him much time to question you any further as you urged him to gather his siblings and go. He hesitated, but eventually left to take care of his newly tasked objective. 

You looked to the sky and sighed once more. You could only hope there was a being in the sky that would allow you to get away with this continuous treason before it was too late.

[merrycrisis-if]

allie hi omg i’m so late but i finally played the update and I LOVED IT SO MUCH like idek where to start because i played all the routes and they’re all so good. plus the 18+ scenes got me slutting out for real 😭😭

okok listen the added details in qiu’s first flashback literally drove me crazy like “you’re a hard person to catch alone” QIU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP IM IN LOVE WITH YOU 😭😭😭 and the new flashback!!!!!! like not to make it about me but it reminded me sm of the bday drabble you wrote me last year and let me tell you. a bitch (me) was giggling <3333 the bit where qiu wiped a bit of cheesecake off mc’s lips and mc teased them about making a move to kiss them was so fucking cute :((( and even taking them fishing and the dinner ugh just ALL OF IT!!! they really pulled all the romantic shit and even cut classes for mc and still couldn’t commit to a relationship smh

also nat…… when i say that steamy scene blindsided me and the way they did what they did underwater… i lost my damn mind over that flashback 😮‍💨😮‍💨 but omg that phone call idk what i was expecting but it wasn’t a breakup conversation. when nat said “i need someone who’s here” and “i don’t want scraps when i’ve had all of you” ……. yeah i’m fine 🥲 when mc was like “i wish nat would say smth hurtful so i could hate them” i was like yeah same because nat is so nice and supportive and so spouse material it’s literally impossible not to fall in love with them

but also shay…. god their scenes were fucking insane i was BLUSHING 😭😭😭 there was just no way for me to play different variations of their scenes and stay normal like the little motorcycle bit if you skip the show and they pick you up at dinner was so cute but also the way they make eye contact with you the whole time at their gig…. “tell me why you’re leaving and why it is that we’re kissing on borrowed time” yeah i’m mentally ill. and when they kiss your forehead and your closed eyelids and was like “stop being cute all the time” and the scene in their apartment…. yeah shay’s fucking insane but also very hot but also the biggest sweetheart. i will never be normal after all that

this is so rambly now but i really genuinely enjoyed the demo. i keep saying it but the characters are all lovable even mc’s chaotic and prying relatives which make merry crisis all the more relatable and realistic. i hold this if so close to my heart thank you for writing it 🩷

AHHH!!!! Nikka you have no idea how excited I was to see this in my inbox, and the smile on my face just kept growing and growing as I read this message. It's been a while! I hope 2023 has been kind to you!

I loved writing that update, and I hold Merry Crisis very dear to my heart as well—so it always just hits me in the feels when people like it too/relate to it, ya know!

The Qiu flashback was 1000% inspired by the drabble I wrote for you last year, and I'm so glad I got to use it and expand on it in the game!! I am soooo happy that you liked the scenes, especially because I consider you a Qiu-authority at this point! And on Qiu doing literally everything except commit to a relationship.... yes. Exactly. I think this is what MC also cannot. believe.

Ahh omg. Heh. The Nat spicy scene at the beach was definitely... quite something to write. I wanted the call to really hit hard, but also offer some opportunity for redemption/hope (I wonder if you managed to get the scenes where MC does get a 'maybe' from Nat!)

Yeah, this last update was definitely one for the Shay fans—I packed in as much as I could in there, and writing the music/performance scene was fun, but so were the... bedroom / pillow talk scenes... especially for same-sex Shay!

Anyway, this message made me so so happy, so thank you so much for sending it. (It also makes me happy to know that the side characters / MC's family are also welcome and not simply an annoyance.)

Sending you a million hugs and all of my love!!

[saberstars]

Tell me more about your OC with Starscream. <3

Ahhh there’s so much I could share but I’m unsure of what to share since her story changes depending on the iteration haha—

More under cut

I guess I could talk about tfp the most and tfa :3

In tfp Aero meets Starscream during his “neutral” era when he doesn’t have a t-cog. She quite literally stumbles upon him, it’s a miracle she’s alive lol. The only reason she lived was because of the fact she offered to bandaide him. He had dings and minor injuries and she offered shelter and a patchwork in return for him not killing her.

Of coarse he hated accepting aide, his pride and ego screaming in protest but eventually they grew to be friends. He talked about the war, his home, and much more opening up slowly. And she pestered him with her blabbering on whatever was on her mind. Her bubbly demeanor is quite literally a mask to hide her true thoughts, feelings, and intent.

She can and would go on for hours taking about her likes and interests while listening to his even if some of his were quite deranged.

Personality wise, she’s just a version of myself, of a version I wish I could be. She’s an avid gamer, loves dancing, music, surfing, skating, snowboarding. She’d jump off a cliff for fun. That kind of person. Very yolo and wants to at least die having fun. She’s good with a knife and an axe heh.

Her quips can be quite dark too, she has quite dark sense if humor despite her initial disposition which throws a lot of people off. She finds it quite humorous.

Fav music genres are grunge, metal, alt, rock. Though she will listen to pop. Never country tho. If she plays country that’s an sos!!

Over time though Aero eventually gets into a situation with screamer where he’s hurt and she can’t fix him like it’s just out of her hands. She can either rat him out to Megs or Attempt to contact the autobots. She chooses the autobots ofc because at least they won’t kill a pow right? Like the way screamer described them just made her feel as if they wouldn’t because of prime. If prime wasn’t there she probably wouldn’t have outrightly trusted them as much. Just because they are autobots and have more respect/sympathy for another bots life doesn’t mean an author probably hasn’t killed a con on sight before in the past ya know.

She uses a voice mod to sound like screamer and basically pulls a story out her ass saying “I’m injured come fix me or I’ll kill this random human hostage.” And when they arrive at the coordinates they find him basically unconscious and her just there sitting 😂 and she’s like well you can’t leave me help me get home yall. So they ofc take her back with them. But she’s very stand offish, doesn’t talk, refuses to explain how tf she got herself into a hostage situation with him and instead asks a lot of questions like “is he gunna be ok? How long until he’s better. You guys are gunna fix him and let him go as per the agreement right” which prompts a few to think of maybe it’s Stockholm’s??? M

And eventually when he comes to he’s very very confused and like how TF did I get here where’s the human? And that’s when she has some waterworks and it’s revealed they were buddies and she lied and basically made him a prisoner to save his life Oofa—

And everyone just wide eyes her and him and is like oh well — you can’t be his bff he’s a war criminal and she pulls the so are you out her ass and YEAH.

She’s like idgaf about ur issues, yall an alien race that’s had a civil war this long and somehow haven’t talked it out or hashed it out yet not my problem. I can look past war crimes of the past if he ain’t committing them actively rn. Imma treat yall with the same basic level of respect and kindness until given a reason not to. But the only reasons she’s genuinely kind to him is cause at least he was honest about his ick intentions to the human race her ect ect. Which says a lot cause Starscream is a pathological liar and even if his initial imma kill you shit was meant for intimidation AT least he was honest about it.

She deadass raised and eyebrow and said bet, I’d like to see you try and if you do oh well. She lives out of spite and the motto “there is nothing you can do that I haven’t already done to myself”

Ok that was alot of rambling I hope you enjoy haha

Tfa Starscream and her deadass Met after he died and came back to life with the alspark frag and she kept him as a pet head for a bit cause I thought it’d be funny if he was body less and she helped him find his body 😂😂😂that’s there goofy story.

[furys-mercy]

Clandestine - In Three Parts

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Word Count: 2,409 Characters: August Mercer, Marcette de Lamoreaux, Sebastian de Vairemont, Vallerin the Butler. 

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clan·des·tine

adjective

kept secret or done secretively, especially because illicit.

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August Mercer __________________

“You will find the servant’s entrance at the back of the estate. All deliveries are to be dropped there.” 

Mercer had barely caught a glimpse of the butler’s cold gaze before the door was closing in his face. He’d expected this. Even if he’d bothered to run a comb through his hair or wipe the soot from his cheek, he would never belong in a place like this. They could smell the Brume on him, no matter what he did. And today, he wanted them to.

Show her exactly what she wants to see. The advice rang out through his mind. Repeating itself over and over again. Don’t pretty it up. She’s expecting a brume rat, give her one. 

“Aye. ‘Spose ya could send me ‘round back.” He leaned against the door frame, looking like an unwanted smudge of black leather against the white of the stone. “But if ya did tha’...” The door stopped, abruptly colliding with his boot. “Without acceptin’ this here callin’ card…” Scarred fingers slipped through the crack he’d created, waving the once-pristine card in the older man’s face. “I’d wager tha Lady’a tha house’d be more’n a li’l pissed.” White gloved fingers gently plucked the card from his grip. The butler’s nose wrinkled and his brow furrowed, causing the lines on his forehead to be even more pronounced. There was no way for Mercer to tell if the annoyance was caused by the black streaks that now marred the previously spotless gloves, or the fact that the was seal was, unmistakably, genuine, but either way, he relished it. 

“You are the goldsmith?” Wire-rimmed glasses slid down the butler’s nose as he took in the brume rat, gaze snagging on every smudge and every scar. “You are August Mercer?” 

“Aye. Now yer gettin’ it.” The cocky little grin that crossed the Machinist’s lips was enough to send further cracks radiating through the butler’s finely crafted facade. “Ya gonna let me in or wha’? Would’ve stayed m’arse at home if I’d known I was invited here ta jus’ ta freeze it off on tha damned doorstep.” 

“Now listen to me…” The calling card crumpled in the Elezen’s grip as he held his ground. Mercer’s grin widened. “It is my duty to…” 

“Vallerin...” 

Sebastian’s kin ain’t friendly. He’d been warned, and yet the saccharine sweet voice that echoed through the entryway sent chills down his spine. He didn’t know how something so delicate could inspire such fear, but he, too, found his resolve faltering as he watched his previously stalwart opponent shrink into himself. 

“Do be so kind as to show my guest to the parlor. We would not wish for him to catch cold.”

Mercer suppressed the chuckle that bubbled in his chest. He didn’t need to be a great player of the game to know that the growing chill in his bones was by her design. It almost made him feel bad for Vallerin. Almost. 

“Yes, my lady. At once, my lady.” Vallerin trembled, stooping into a chastened bow, allowing the door to swing open. “Do come in, sir.” 

Show them what they want.

“Now tha’ wasn’t so hard, was it?” Mercer caught a flash of sapphire silk on marble as he stepped inside, already shrugging off his coat. “This way then?” He started off in the direction he assumed his host had gone, leaving poor Vallerin behind holding his grease-stained coat and staring down at muddy boot prints. 

Marcette de Lamoreaux __________________

That accent. 

Marcette had known full well who and what her impending guest was, but nothing had prepared her for the moment his gutter drawl had violated her foyer. She wanted nothing more than to flee to her chambers, where a scalding scrub would cleanse her of the filth he had, undoubtedly, brought with him. But, alas, she had come too far to relinquish her hold on the situation. Her win was close. She could practically taste it. 

It was the sweet thoughts of her baby brother finally brought to heel that allowed her to maintain the demure smile she’d pasted across her face, even as she watched the heretic’s son gawp at the silver candlesticks atop the mantle. Perhaps she should have had them moved. It was, after all, best not to tempt the rats. 

“Please do accept my humblest apologies. I will have words with Vallerin. His behavior was most unacceptable.”  She gently brushed a chestnut curl from her face, gifting him a polite little smile in the same motion. “Ain’t really all tha’ worried ‘bout it. Was rilin’ ‘im up, anyroad.” The rat had finally managed to tear his gaze away from the silver long enough to hobble towards the settee. Why he bothered trying to hide his limp was beyond her. Even if he had no need for sympathy, battle scars were the only redeeming quality he had. He certainly wasn’t going to win any hearts with that crooked grin of his. 

“Tea?” She asked, always the perfect host, even to the vermin. 

“Nah.” The Machinist shook his head, black hair falling into his soot-smudged eyes. Is this what Sebastian would have looked like had their mother left him in the gutter he should have been born to? There was an undeniable resemblance. That smirk she’d always longed to wipe from her brother’s face now sat there mocking her as the man who wore it rubbed his grease-stained fingers on the periwinkle silk cushions beneath him. She would have to burn them when he left. There was simply nothing else to be done. 

“I ain’t really lookin’ ta take up much’a yer time. I would’a outright refused yer invite, but an uh… associate’a mine told me tha’d be rude. Ain’t sure why’ tha’s more rude than showin’ up an’ bullyin’ a lady’s butler ‘fore tellin’ ‘er tha’ ya ain’t wha’ she’s lookin’ fer, but…” 

Who was he to ever refuse her? An offer of patronage from the House of Lamoreaux was certainly worth more than the hovel he had crawled out of. It was a disgusting, yet also familiar, show of arrogance. One that she simply could not abide. 

“And yet you presume to know what it is that I am looking for without giving me so much as a moment to explain myself?” She reached for her cup of tea, praying silently to Halone that he would not see the fury he had stirred within her. “I am afraid your associate was correct, Mr. Mercer. That is quite rude.” Fiery blue eyes peered at him over the rim of her teacup. A girlish giggle bounced free from her lips. She hoped he would not see it for what it was, an attempt to pass her venom off as playful banter. 

“It’s jus’ tha’ I ain’t…” Tension radiated from his jaw. Leather creaked as he shifted in his seat. Her gaze practically dared him to rise up and meet her challenge. “Well, I don’t rightly know who’s been tellin’ folks I’m a goldsmith’a any sorta renown. Tha’ really ain’t wha’ I do.” 

A wave of disappointment washed over her, dousing her fire. Perhaps the similarities between him and their shared siblings began and ended with the dark hair and lopsided grin. For Sebastian had never once failed to meet her head on. A skill he had clearly inherited from their mother. 

“Oh, dear me, who was it that recommended you? I do believe it must have been Aveline de Heroux. Though, I could not tell you who told her. It takes someone far more clever than I to track down the true source of such things.” Relaxation returned to her and she brought her cup to her lips once more. This would be easy. All she had to do was keep him here, ruining her settee for just a bit longer. “What is it that you do then, Mr. Mercer? If you do not craft the most divine jewelry, then what is it you have to offer? I would so hate to have to send you home without having come to some sort of accord.” It was not a lie, though it was not him she sought to best. No, he had proven that task to be too trivial. It was the youngest of the heretic’s spawn that she wished to bring to his knees.

“Hate ta be tha bearer’a bad news, but unless yer lookin’ fer a prosthetic limb, I ain’t gonna be able ta help ya.” His attempts to hide the edge to his tone failed miserably. He seemed to be wound tighter than a top as he shifted once more, leaving even more soot streaks on her Thavanarian silk cushions. “Ain’t never sold a piece’a jewelry in m’life. It is jewelry yer lookin’ fer, yeah? Hate ta have wasted yer time.”

A chime rang through the foyer, signaling the arrival of what, or rather, who, Marcette was truly looking for. And he was right on time. How unusually considerate. “You have hardly wasted my time, Mr. Mercer. It is always beneficial to know of the best craftsman. In all fields.” She straightened her sapphire skirts as she rose from her seat, eyes already on the parlor door. “But, I am afraid I must cut our time together short, as it would seem I have another guest to attend to.”

“Don’t ya worry ‘bout it. Have uh… have a nice evenin’...” The relief was written all over his face. He wanted nothing more than to be rid of her. The feeling was mutual, of course, but only once she had gotten what she wanted from him. 

“I most certainly will.” Her tone was overly sweet. She did very little to hide her excitement as she stepped into the foyer to greet the guest who was already shrugging off his overcoat, a mop of wild black hair covering his face. 

“Ah, dear brother, you are just in time for tea.” 

Sebastian de Vairemont __________________

Sebastian de Vairemont found the sight of his brother standing there, grease-stained and soot-smudged, in the stark white of Marcette’s marble foyer almost as comical as it was frustrating. It was not, however, a surprise. 

His sister had never learned the true meaning of the word patience. Not in any aspect of her life. It was why she now found herself married to the youngest son of a lesser lord. Because, unlike Sebastian, she had never been capable of holding her cards close to her chest. She played what she drew, immediately, and without hesitation.        

“How very kind of you to wait for me.” The Bastard of Vairemont tossed his overcoat unceremoniously at the butler, who had to lunge forward to catch it, his wire glasses clattering to the floor. 

Sebastian didn’t give the man a second look. He kept his bright blue eyes trained on Marcette and her cat-like grin, closing the space between them with only a few steps.

“Oh! Before you go, Mr. Mercer… Sebastian, you might know the answer to the question that has been troubling us. Where was it that Aveline heard that little tidbit about the excellent goldsmith?” She was practically bouncing at her perceived success. “Surely she told you?”

“If she did, I have long since forgotten.” Sebastian leaned in to press a soft kiss to his sister’s cheek, refusing to give her the satisfaction of even acknowledging the game she already felt she had won. “Now why don’t you let this poor chap get on with his business? Surely you’ve had your fun?” His tone may have sounded jovial to some, but he had been besting Marcette for the better part of twenty-five years. He knew exactly how to send her spinning. 

And when she crossed her arms over her chest and stamped her foot, he knew he’d gained at least a little ground. 

“Fine.” Marcette brushed him off with a wiggle of lace-covered fingers, an act he knew meant she could no longer stand to pretend she enjoyed his company, not even to continue the show she’d so carefully scripted for his poor brother, who was still trying his level best to appear unphased. 

“I do hope to see you again soon, Mr. Mercer.” She crooned once more before vanishing back into the parlor. 

“Surely you’ve got better things to do with your time, Cette.” He remained in the doorway, allowing his gaze to return to Mercer if only to flash a quick wink and a happy little smirk. There was very little to be done if the man did not find the small act to be of any comfort. This was hardly the place to exchange pleasantries. 

“Or are you so lonely as to seek companions at the Machinist’s Guild?” Sebastian’s attention returned to his sister as strode into her parlor, making a mental note to congratulate Mercer on the disastrous state of that horrid settee. He would be glad to see it go. 

Marcette’s white knuckles beneath the lace of her gloves spoke volumes. That teacup was not long for this world. “Perhaps I should be asking you that. He’s your little charity case.” She huffed as he took a seat on the settee, careful to avoid the smudges. “Do not bother denying it. I am not an idiot, Sebastian.” 

That was something he very much wished to debate but now was hardly the time. “And you thought, what, that you would meddle in my investments? Surely your dear husband has many business ventures should you find yourself desperate to test the waters. You need not stoop to the patronage of craftsmen.”

“Business venture?” She scoffed, cold tea sloshing quite indelicately in her cup. “And do not attempt to use that smirk on me. I just sat here for half a bell staring it on the face of that grubby little bug you are trying to pass off as your business partner. Really, Sebastian. It’s uncanny.” 

“Yes.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, blue eyes sparkling. “And your husband has the butler’s eyes. Now, what shall I do with that information, I wonder?”

The sound that came from his sister could only be compared to the cry of a wounded couerl. She nearly leapt from her seat as she sent the teacup spiraling toward him. He dodged, deftly, sending it crashing into the stone floor. Tea now mingled with soot on the cushions of the ruined settee. 

Sebastian smirked. “Dear me, I do believe this settee will need to be replaced.” 

[chidoroki]

Black Clover ch354

Fair warning that I am going to ramble on quite a bit this time and it’s all thanks to Lucius who decided to be the clever, little villain he is and conjure up a plan that I had very much feared for my own well being and the great turmoil it would inflict on some favorite characters of mine. That plan consisting of bringing even more powerful mages back to life, specifically those such as Morgen and Acier. (I also figured he’d revive people like Lumiere or Licita as well, but nope, not yet anyways. Or he might not at all, I dunno.) Now for Morgen, there’s no way I could’ve anticipated him in this first panel. Acier however? OH I noticed her INSTANTLY. All thanks to those Silva sandals of hers. We’ve seen Noelle so often throughout the story (and me personally rewatching/rereading many of Nozel’s moments too) that the family’s choice in footwear is just so noticeable. Chances are I might’ve recognized Morgen right away had I focused on his chapters more too, but I didn’t. My flimsy point here is my nerves were sent straight to the edge right from the beginning and it’s almost hilarious how quick a tiny shoe detail instilled so much fear and anticipation into my heart.

As I hoped last chapter, we skip right to judgement day, which I’m sorta on the fence about now that I think about it? Yea I’m real glad we’re finally back in Clover, but still kinda wish we got to see how everyone else prepared for the fight, or their efforts to try and find Asta. We could very well get flashbacks to both later on so I’m not worried. And if we don’t, then whatever, it’s fine. I’m very excited to see Yuno fight alongside William, however where we’re all located right now is a tiny bit concerning? I understand they evacuated everyone into the noble realm for protection, which is great, but if y’all are gonna fight the big bad threat here, how safe can they truly be, ya know? Regardless of that, I noticed Yuno’s left arm is still bandaged up like it was in ch336 and I dunno if there was a reason for it that I most likely forgot about or what (but if we’re all clueless then oooh mystery~). Oh, and because the previously mentioned footwear got my nerves shot, I also took note of how a certain handsome captain wasn’t included in this rooftop lineup and it got me even more worried that he would indeed encounter the lovely lady in the Silva sandals on his own.

Thankfully I didn’t have to fret much longer to finally see Nozel after patiently waiting for many months! Of course I’m relieved to see Mereoleona, Fuegoleon and Rill too, but also others that haven’t received nearly as much screentime. I genuinely want to see more of Randall and Fragil, and hell, all the Purple Orcas honestly. I feel like they get left out on so much, like we barely see Kaiser and he’s the captain. The only Orca we know a lot about is Zara and he’s..- oh my god, what if Lucius revives him too?? OH NO!.. Ah, I digress, but sure we’ve got glimpses of their magic once or twice before as they each had their brief spotlight, but I wanna see them all have a badass moment of some kind! If this is the final battle then we should see just how strong and capable everyone is, yeah? Also, just realized Dorothy ain’t around? Wonder where she might be.

Keep in mind I’m still highly anticipating a certain steel princess to descend into battle but for now I can at least take a breath and appreciate this short YamiChar moment. Happy to see Charlotte apologizing for running away so much recently but feeling even more giddy at the fact Yami essentially set up a date for the two of them. AND how he remembered she and booze don’t mix well and offered tea instead, like how cute of him is that? Unexpected sweet side of him aside, this man looks so exhausted. Has he been worrying about Asta this whole time? Or judgement day? Or both. Possibly that.

Now the calm before the storm is finally over, much to Jack’s impatient and soon-to-be-temporary relief, as Lucius and a newly revealed Morgen suddenly appear behind the rooftop crew. Yeah it would be easy to confuse Nacht and Morgen with that perpetual smile always on both their faces, but the robe here does sorta kinda resemble that of the Grey Deer of which Morgen was a member of. Jack’s comment does make me wonder where Nacht could be if he hasn’t been seen these past couple of days. No doubt with the other Bulls, possibly attempting to locate Asta or something.

But oohh boy, not even ten seconds into the fight and we already got some serious damage on our side. Morgen straight up broke his blade, put a gashing hole right through his stomach and sliced his arm clean off, all in one move! For a dude who loves to cut things up, this is some horrible irony for Jack. For real I have no idea how he’ll recover from this. Granted, William is close by and could summon up a healing tree or whatever he calls it, but y’all gotta be quick about it! Like, super sonic speed fast considering Morgen has light magic and thanks to Patry we all know how much of a pain that could be.

Silly me was so focused on the Silvas during the raw leaks that I barely even thought about the reunion between Yami and Morgen. Sure I was worried about Nacht seeing him again, if and whenever he does eventually show up, but him and Yami were real close friends too. Looking forward to see dark and light magic clash against each other this time. Ohh and our captain dropped his cig, so you know it’s about to get serious.

Now, I dunno if there’s any relation to having Morris paired against the Crimson Lions, but if there is then it’s certainly not as soul shattering as who Morgen and Acier are set on fighting with. Always down to see our undefeated lioness go all out though. Oh, but in this moment I just realized something.. how would Mereo react knowing that Acier is back? Of course I want the Silva siblings to have their moment against their mother, but damn, I’d love to see both women actually battle for once too! Imagine if this was the one time Acier lost to her.. that’d be pretty sweet.

Okay so now is the time I go full on Nozel fangirl and I won’t apologize for any of it, but y’all.. lemme tell you that this encounter has already got me so emotional (and not much has even happened yet!). Back during ch343, just the tiny possibility of Acier being revived entered my head and it struck me with so much worry, so the fact that it is actually happening right here and now is gonna give me several heart attacks. I was completely fine with the brief moment Nozel and Noelle had with Acier’s soul in 303. It was so touching and that entire chapter is what made me love Nozel so much, as it revealed a lot of his character and finally allowed him to own up to his mistakes, to see how strong and persistent he is and to finally be free. Even though we didn’t get to see anything of the recent year and a half timeskip after Spade, I’m sure he became much more relaxed, since he didn’t have to worry about the curse anymore, and possibly have a more meaningful bond with Noelle. Maybe the whole family is doing better now as a whole too, at least I’d like to hope so. I wanted to see this new, improved Nozel so badly (and I sincerely hope the anime expands on that timeskip one day, whenever it returns), but now I have to endure seeing my man stressed beyond belief because he has to fight the mother he loves and respects so much?? WHY?! I want him happy for once in his life and this is the furthest thing from it! In fact, he looks positively pissed off! I have no doubt his anger is more towards Lucius for pulling off this stunt rather than Acier herself. Not to mention that when Nozel last saw her soul in ch303 she was at peace and finally free in a sense, and now he has to watch her fight again against her own will. Sure he’s probably frightened too, I mean it’s not every day your mom comes back to life in front of your eyes (even in a world with magic), but I think his reaction is an interesting contrast compared to Nebra and Solid. The two of them are in complete shock and look far more upset, which is kinda reasonable since neither one has seen their mother since before her death when she was all frail and weak, so seeing her appear suddenly with all that power has got to be chilling.

Now then, I could very well be in the minority for this, but whenever Noelle does join the battle (because she will, I’m certain), I sorta pray she doesn’t do too much? Of course I want her to finally see her mother since she died when Noelle was so very young, but you guys have no idea how badly I want this fight to center more around Nozel (and the other two siblings, sure). Lemme try and explain. As part of the main cast, we’ve seen Noelle level up and have these grand spotlight moments throughout the entire story. While she and Nozel both played a major part in defeating Megicula, due to their personal reasons of avenging Acier (both) and Lolopechka (Noelle), it was still our Bull who landed the final blow against that devil. At the end of the day I just want a big moment for Nozel okay? And I feel like him having the biggest role in this fight against Acier would be such a wonderful way to go about it. Not to mention that this man is in serious need of some kind of power up. Thankfully he’s been strong throughout the entire story, as is required of a squad captain, and he’s no doubt had fantastic displays of strength in both manga and anime, but we’ve seen him pull out the same spells time and time again. A handful of other captains have improved over the story, such as Yami and his different dark slashes, Mereoleona’s hellfire, Fuegoleon with Salamander, as well as Charlotte, Rill and Jack all stepping it up during the Spade invasion. Of course I enjoy the spells Nozel uses now, but he still deserves a bit of an upgrade. Way back in ch178/ep108, Acier expressed how excited she was to see what spells he’ll learn when he received his grimoire, but never got the chance to see any of it due to her untimely death, so I think now is the perfect moment for him to learn something new to spice things up! Like can we give my man some mercury armor please?? Imagine how damn proud Acier would be. And hell, if Noelle can figured out such a spell then it should be no problem for Nozel. I mean, the story praises his level of mana control all the time. Also think it would be pretty interesting to see similar magic such as steel and mercury fight against one another, even more so that they’re around the same age here, which is kinda funny to think about. At least I think so, right..? Acier was in her early thirties when she passed so Nozel has to be about the same age now with all the timeskips we’ve had since the very beginning. Anyways, I really dunno how well Nebra’s mist and Solid’s water will fair against Acier? I see the two of them providing more support than anything. Again, they also look a bit scared to even attack her. Nozel might not have zetten like the Ryuzen Seven or anti-magic like Asta (both methods that proved to defeat paladins), but I’m sure that he certainly has the resolve to fight back. The ch303 flashback showed us how badly he had wanted to save Acier from the curse and the regret of having failed and believing he “killed” her due to watching helplessly. He can certainly redeem himself (in his own mind, I personally have ages ago) during this fight and prove he did indeed become stronger than her by stopping Lucius’ control over her with little to no hesitation. Long ramble aside, I just think it would be far more impactful for Nozel to fight (& win) against Acier due to his magic, history and feelings revolving around Acier rather than Noelle coming in later and claiming another victory solely because it’s her mother she’s never seen or spent time with before.

Oh, also wanted to mention this but the previous chunk of text was getting hella long already, but I wonder how Acier feels about all this? We know from Asta’s fight against paladin Lily that her feelings were still sorta buried deep within, so perhaps Acier won’t go too hard on her children? Or she totally could thrash them..if only to judge how strong they’ve all become. Anyways, do we know if paladins such as Acier and Morgen will die again once defeated? Lily was put into some kind of sleep til Lucius is defeated, but with Heath (who was also revived), it wasn’t really clear if he was killed again or just knocked out last chapter? I dunno. I don’t wanna get my hopes up at the slim possibility of Acier actually getting a second chance at life with her children but oh god, that would certainly warm my heart. And if not, I hope the four of them at least get the chance to say their goodbyes. Speaking of paladins, I don’t think we’ll only have these three to worry about. I’m not entirely sure what all those angel/bird things Lucius has flying around in the sky now, but it can’t be good news. I wouldn’t be surprised if he takes control over more people too, considering he took over Lily pretty effortlessly.

I still have Lumiere and Licita as potential paladins; half because their magic would be very problematic, half because of the drama it would start with Secre and Asta. Yeah anti-magic and/or a real powerful hit like zetten can apparently cancel out Lucius’ control, but surely there has to be more solutions right? Asta is bound to show up eventually..somehow.. but I dunno if the whole Ryuzen Seven would accompany him to Clover as backup. Would be nice of course and I would accept it, if only to see Yami and Ichika meet up again. I do have a random thought that is sort of a longshot, but ya think the Witch Queen could assist at all? Maybe take control back from people with her blood magic or something? How cool would it be if she could flip the switch on the paladin’s minds and have them fight on our side? It would be precious to see Morgen and Nacht team up as well as Acier and all her children. Or queen could do literally anything else, whatever. We really dunno too much about her and it’s been ages since she’s appeared in the story.  I’d happily welcome her if she returned at Vanessa’s request. Imagine if she and the other Bulls went to the witches’ forest to inquire if the queen could see the future regarding Asta or judgement day. It’s a highly unlikely idea but hey if my hope of having Acier encounter her children was possible then I’m holding onto it! good lord i haven’t rambled on this much since tpn. i kinda miss it.

[satans-arse-crack]

Hey my lovely tumblr blog thing, how ya doing 😏

It has been ages since I’ve like said anything on here like a solid couple of months I think. I just wanted to come here and vent for a little cause there’s a lot of shit going on and I don’t know how to feel about it. I know that nobody is ever going gonna read this but it’s kinda just my way of getting shit out yk. If anyone happens to come across this and actually read it then good for your ig 😭 (none of this is gonna make sense which is my it is a random ramble) anyways onto the rambling 😗✌🏻

-Here’s some music to listen to ❤️-

These past couple of months have been overwhelming to say the least. My PlayStation account keeps getting banned for no reason. I had I strange clash with a girl I used to be friends with and all her little pals, it wasn’t a fun interaction to say the least

School is stressing me out to the max and I have no clue what I’m going to do

My friends are really starting to annoy me but I can’t do anything about it. I wish I could drop them but 1) I have no other friends cause they are my only ones 2) I feel extremely guilty even thinking about that

My online friend has really been causing me the most idk stress, anxiety, upset? Idk how to put it. He’s just been such an asshole for the past like 2 months and it’s getting on my nerves. I got really close to him and for ages I used to get like upset or anxious if he didn’t reply to me (I think I’ve got some kind of anxious attachment or something, it’s some kind of anxiety) but honestly for the past couple of weeks and especially at the start of the month he was just such an ass that it honestly gave me so much of an ick I started not to care anymore.

Speaking of that friend OHHHHHHHHH HAS HE BEEN SUCH AN ARSE ABOUT EVERYTHING. Basically I had tried to explain to this boy about how and why I seem to get anxious or upset when he doesn’t message me back or seems dry, and the mf started to use that shit againt me as a joke. Now I introduced my online friend to my irl friend at the start of November right. And they kinda clash but there seems to be no hard feelings, well sometimes when he decides he want to clash with her he sometimes brings me into it. Sometimes he’ll bring up stuff to make fun of me (shit I told him in serious conversations in full confidence) like he’s brought up the fact that I cry a lot, the fact that I get upset when he doesn’t message me, the fact I have no other friends. The list goes on for ever

This friend also constantly mentions how he doesn’t wanna be friends with me anymore, how he hates talking to me, how he can’t wait to get rid of me. It’s confusing, if he hates me so much then why does he always invite me to ps parties, why does he sometimes message me when shit happens with his family like??

Also I know this friend has constantly lied to me in the past and it’s now pissing me off

I just can’t with people anymore they stress me out so much

Half of me wishes I could go the rest of my life is solitude but the other half hates being alone

Another thing, I feel so genuinely alone, I have no one to talk to, no one checks up on me, no one seems to make an effort to talk to me. I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t remember the last time I had a friend check up on me and be like “hey are you doing ok”

And if I’m being honest I don’t know what my answer would be cause I’m not doing ok at all, I have no motivation or energy to do anything anymore, Im scared im slowly loosing interest in my hobby. I’m scared I’m pushing people away. I don’t know if I’m depressed or just sad .

I’m just sitting here and waiting for some good luck and fortune to come my way

I’m honestly considering starting a journal, just to write in when I feel this way or just any time I wish. Someplace to get my feelings out when it’s needed. I might go into town in the next couple of days and see if I can find a nice journal somewhere

It feels nice to do this, feels like I’m talking to someone almost. Although no one will see this and I’ll never get a response it’s nice yk

I’m typing this on my phone and my thumb hurts really bad for no reason 😭

Anyways I’m gonna leave it here, might go off and cry or I might go try and sleep who knows. Also happy late Christmas 🎄😁

Buh bye 🤭🥰

[babiexiao]

sighs

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half Demon and They’re- Oh Crap They’re Barbatos’ Kid!

This is the second part of that one request I answered for Dia and Barb’s possible kids. Sorry this took so long! Writer’s block, y’know? Anyhoo~ enjoy, everyone!

This story didn’t start on the first day of the exchange program, it started five days before in Barbatos’ room at three in the morning with the poor butler waking up in a cold sweat.

Oh dear, it appeared the exchange program would be up in a bit of a tizzy. He had… a child? Oh my… Barbatos hoped the young master wouldn’t be too miffed about the student not being a totally normal human.

On the day of the exchange program, Barbatos insisted he had to be present for the event, he carefully pushed a cushioned sofa in the drop zone before opening the portal. The child fell right out of the sky and landed perfectly on the couch, they were already wearing a helmet and looked quite shocked by the cushioned fall.

Well, it was a big shock to the assembled crowd, but the child gave everyone a lopsided smile and removed their helmet.

“So, I assume I’m here for the exchange program?”

Dadbatos

Well, this child was incredibly… what was the word the kids were using? chill? They were quite chill considering the situation, and was surprisingly prepared for the sudden drop into hell.

“Oh, I had a dream that this was going to happen, and I dream about the future n’stuff. I thought I’d come prepared.” “Ah, that’s very sensible.”

Diavolo recovered quickly from his shock and was positively delighted to meet this little munchkin. He insisted that they had to stay with their dad.

MC was polite, if not a bit overly calm about a lot of things. They didn’t run off to start trouble, and they didn’t seem very impressed by the Devildom itself. It was sort of like this child had a very low maximum level of excitement. Barbatos was glad his child wasn’t some little hellraiser.

He was never a child himself, so he’s a bit clueless about what children actually enjoy. Here child, have a… have an old torture weapon. Don’t use it on anyone who doesn’t deserve it :)

(I’m kidding, Barbatos is too responsible to give one of his instruments of torture to a child. That’s for when they’re older.)

“MC,” Barbatos knocked on his child’s door. “Have you done your homework?”

MC answered the door with a grin on their face. “Yep, done this week’s and next week’s. I’m getting a head start on the potions project due next week.”

Barbatos almost breathed a small sigh of relief. Thank the stars his child was responsible, it already took a big chunk of his energy to make sure Diavolo didn’t get distracted from his paperwork. Though, his stress levels did rise a tad when he got a glimpse at the mess in MC’s room.

“Are you going to clean that?”

“Nah,” MC shrugged. “It’s whatever. I know where everything is and nothing’s a fall risk. See you at dinner, father.”

And with that, MC shut the door. Well… no child was perfect.

As much as MC’s lack of cleanliness bothers Barbatos, he knows his kid isn’t being maliciously lazy, just for the love of the Demon King please stop leaving cups on the coffee tables without a coaster!

Oh yeah, Luke has a big sib. Sorry- little sib, because Luke isn’t some chihuahua child, he’s a totally mature grown-up Angel.

Barbatos is the type of father who will let his child go off and have whatever kind of fun they want as long as they don’t slack on their important duties.

Barbs also has a goddamn torture dungeon so we here at Stupid Headcanons inc. do NOT recommend trying to eat MC. Doing so may result in you wishing you were dead.

Don’t fuck with the butler.

Lucifer

…out of literally everyone in the room, the last person Lucifer expected to have a secret scandal baby… had a scandal baby. Damn.

At least the human wouldn’t have to live with him and his brothers. The last thing Lucifer wanted was for Barbatos to be even more aware of the chaos that went down in that house every single day.

MC and Lucifer have a healthy level of respect for one another, but Lucifer just can’t shake the feeling that this kid is messing with him somehow.

Just, little things… MC offering him fruit and loudly assuring him that it was just blackberries and nothing poisonous, asking if the RAD uniform suits his tastes, proclaiming that the dirt was high quality-

SOMEONE TOLD MC ABOUT LUCIFER’S FIRST VISIT TO THE DEVILDOM!

MC wasn’t exactly visibly goading him, they said everything with an innocent smile on their face.

When MC starts getting nosy with the attic, he’s not terribly sure how to deal with it. He was going up against a child that could at least partially tell the future. After the first time Lucifer told them to scram, they never went back to the steps… at least not when Lucifer was there to guard it…

After everything goes down, Lucifer is glad that MC wasn’t hurt or anything. He’d come to like the child and it’d be awful to lose the only person who could get his more hyperactive brothers to calm down.

Mammon

Mammon wasn’t present for the meeting, but when he was informed later, the news was met with an eloquent: “the fuck? Huh, wild.”

He isn’t too interested in MC at first. At least until the little runt saved him from getting busted for skipping class. Mammon was just eating his lunch in the courtyard when MC passed by and calmly told him that if he skipped class he should not hang out in the west staircase because Lucifer was going to walk down those steps during third period.

At first Mammon tried to brush off the warning, but ended up listening to the kid anyway, and what do ya know! He didn’t get caught by Lucifer!

That’s when it clicked that MC could see the future, right? Right?! Ya know what Mammon could use that for?! Right?!

Gambling! Scams! Schemes! General shennaniganery!

MC wasn’t terribly enthused about the entire situation, so they may have messed with Mammon a little. Just a bit.

It’s not like Mammon ever listened when MC told him to cut his losses and leave the casino anyway 🙄

Leviathan

First reaction? Thank the anime gods that there wouldn’t be another normie living in the house with him…

Reaction upon hearing that the MC was Barb’s kid? Really? Barbatos? Wow… well, to be fair Levi totally understood why someone would be attracted to Barbatos, I mean, Levi’s watched plenty of anime involving butlers, but Barbatos actually having a living breathing child? Damn.

But still, Levi wasn’t going to hang out with some normie brat. He had better and nerdier things to devote his time to.

Whenever MC visited, Levi was up in his room. But once MC decided to poke their head in the door while Levi was in the middle of gamer raging.

They calmly sat Levi down and explained to him that he could be upset about whatever happened in his game, but lashing out wasn’t going to fix anything or make him better at the actual game.

…damn it… they were right.

Slowly but surely Levi and MC built up a friendship, and the brothers rejoiced at the lack of rage related Lotan summons.

Satan

Out of everything Satan could have possibly expected from the second exchange student, this was not one of them.

Satan began to wonder exactly how MC’s powers worked, he didn’t exactly have any concrete data to compare them to because Barbatos was so mysterious

Hm, how very interesting. Satan decided that it was up to him to satiate his own curiosity and began to study MC. To be honest, MC wasn’t being terribly interesting.

They were a pretty normal kid all things considered. MC went to class, made friends, did their work, very very normal. Well, except for the fact that they seemed to dodge practically every unfortunate thing that could have happened to them.

They’d stop at the perfect time to avoid something accidentally being spilled on them, they always had pencils ready, and they always seemed to know exactly when a teacher was coming… mad sus.

Satan eventually confronted MC about this, and they just shrugged and explained that they tend to dream about what was most likely to happen the next day and would adjust their actions accordingly.

It may have been anticlimactic, but MC did inform Satan that there would be a cat in the courtyard in fifteen minutes.

HE NEEDED TO GO!

Asmodeus

Asmo had genuinely been looking forward to the new exchange program, he was excited to have a new face around the house to shake things up! He loves his dear brothers but spending thousands of years with them makes their shenanigans become a bit… well, a bit boring.

But my oh my, the new face was being obscured by that tacky bicycle helmet… the new face looked an awful lot like Barbatos…

Once Asmo registered what was going on, he was positively enchanted with the little half human. They were just so cute! They looked like a baby Barbatos with those adorably chubby cheeks!

Oh Barbatos~ he just had to let Asmo babysit!

When Asmo managed to sweep MC away for a fun day with shifty uncle Solomon, he was reminded of all the shenanigans that he, Barbatos, and Solomon used to get up to.

*sigh, Barbie was always so busy… no time for a fun night of torture, chaos, and revelry

Anyhoodles~ MC was always such a relaxed little thing. They let Asmo vent whenever any awful tragedies occur, like when Asmo finds a sweater that isn’t in his size… *sniffle*

Beelzebub

A child of Barbatos? The best cook in the three realms Barbatos?! …hey kid want to hang out with cool uncle Beel?

Beel tried everything in his power to get MC to make him food. I mean, the genetic disposition for making good food has to have been passed down from father to child!

When MC finally made Beel food, he was ecstatic!

…Until the food touched Beel’s tongue and he realized it wasn’t good, it was just… okay. Average. Passable.

Aw man… but the kid looked so excited to have made something for Beel…

Beel really hammed up his reaction to make MC feel better. Beel was like “Wow. So good. Amazing.” “Thanks Beel.”

Very sweet child, they don’t mind being used in place as a dumbell.

Belphegor

Damn, and here Belphie was, thinking Barbatos has standards. Apparently not!

When MC went and walked up the attic steps, Belphie was almost bouncing on his toes in anticipation. This human had been a pain in the rear to call up, so he was excited to finally get a good look at them. And lo and behold, a half demon child of Lord Diavolo’s butler.

MC grinned and greeted Belphie first, using his name and asking why the Avatar of Sloth was stuck up in the attic of his own home when he was supposed to be in the human world. Belphie was flabbergasted and didn’t exactly know how to respond.

He came up with a new plan quickly. Belphie didn’t exactly know how this kid’s powers worked, so he’d continue with trying to trick them into opening the attic door. Allowing Belphie to end their miserable little life and thus ruining the exchange program.

The child continued to visit Belphie up in the attic, relaying the events of what was going on, and Belphie continued to play the part of prisoner. Until one day in particular…

MC appeared in front of the door, looking a tad more unkempt than normal, they weren’t smiling their usual carefree smile either. Their eyes bore holes into Belphegor’s skull as they flared at him.

“How long have you been planning on killing me?”

MC had seen the future where they died at Belphie’s hand, and they sure as hell were not going to let him out of the attic after that. Though, they did tell Belphie about Lilith’s true fate before they left, and assured Belphie they had no reason to lie to him about something he wasn’t directly involved in.

So, Belphie did get let out of the attic eventually, and even though MC smiled and welcomed him back all the same, there would always a barrier between the two. Broken trust wasn’t easy to mend, after all.

[much-obliged-timothy]

Devil May Cry: Unexpected Ties Part 2

Apparently I’m turning this into my new stress relief project?? So thanks for the reaction to the first part! I’ll plan to keep adding parts to this AU :)  You can find part 1 here! 

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Dante watched Nero carefully the next day.

The boy did not appear to tell anyone about his new, mysterious playmate. He did, however, keep looking around as if hoping Dante would show up again. 

But for all his loneliness, he seemed cared for. Dante peered through the windows of the home he seemed to live in, and the couple that appeared to have taken on the role of his guardians treated him no different than they treated the other two children in the home.

Still, Nero spoke the least throughout their dinner. When the couple came in to put the children down for bed, Nero had already tucked himself in and was pretending to sleep. Dante was unsurprised when the boy spent the majority of the night tossing and turning, finally giving up on sleep and sitting by the window, using the light of the full moon to read a book while the other two children slept.

Dante had watched him until he fell asleep, cheek resting against the window and book dropping into his lap. Maybe he’d been given a house, but it clearly didn’t feel like a home to him.

In the morning, the couple took the children for another service, dressed in their robes. The little girl seemed determined to force Nero into conversation.

Dante slipped into the service, hiding himself at the back of the crowd. The girl had to constantly remind Nero to pay attention and follow the ritual actions the others enacted automatically. 

Dante nearly smiled. Not very devoted to his lineage, that boy.  

He followed Nero throughout his, admittedly boring, day. The kid was mostly towed around by adults, taken to services or classes. Other children avoided Nero, as if sensing he was different. He pretended he wasn’t bothered by it, but he got the same tight-lipped, frustrated expression as his father from time to time. 

The only one who offered to play with him was the little girl. Dante learned her name was Kyrie, and that she brushed aside Nero’s mean remarks with the ease of a pro.

“Let me practice my new song,” the girl said now as the two walked back from class together. The older boy, Kyrie’s brother, from what Dante had gathered, usually walked with them. But he’d been taken for some kind of training, so the two children were walking home alone this time.

“Nah. I wish you could hit a note as well as you hit me,” Nero said, scowling when she smacked him in the shoulder.

“They want me to join the chorus!” she said.

“One more reason for me not to go to those dumb services,” Nero said, then cut his gaze to the side in a way that prefaced he was about to temporarily drop the jerk act. “Guess you worked hard for it, though. Gotta work harder to hit a note.”

She was beaming proudly at him despite his fumbled congratulations, evidently able to ignore his delivery and take just the meaning to heart. “Next week is my first performance with them. You’ll pay attention?”

“Do I gotta choice?” Nero said, but his lips were twitching towards a smile. “Uh-huh, sure, I’ll pay attention. But just the first time.”

She slung her arm around his shoulders and gave him a bright smile. “I’ll get all the words right. You’ll see.”

Nero gave up and smiled back. His genuine smile transformed his whole face, making him look so much softer. “I know you will.”

She stopped at the end of the street, hugging him tightly before pulling away. “I’m gonna go practice. I just wanted to make sure you got back safe. I’ll see ya at dinner, Nero!”

She waved and jogged off. Nero seemed surprised at her words, looking between her and the house. Alone, he smiled.

But then he looked back at the house and the smile slowly faded. Rather than walk towards it, he turned and walked down a side street.

He dug something out of his bag. Dante had to shift on the roof to make out headphones and a CD player.

Nero put the headphones on and settled himself on a crate, leaning back against the wall as he listened to music. He looked back towards the house, his eyes watering. But he wiped the tears away hastily with the sleeve of his robe, a stubborn expression crossing over his face until he’d successfully fought back the tears.

Dante climbed down to the street and pretended to be passing by. He saw Nero spot him, eyes widening, shifting just enough that his foot knocked into the crate.

Dante turned at the sound, feigning surprise. Nero pulled his headphones down, hanging them around his neck.

“Ah, damn. My dignity is still bruised. I was hoping to avoid you while it recovered,” Dante said.

“I don’t have the ball,” Nero said, looking helplessly at his bare hands.

“Well, I was heading to find dinner.” Dante moved forward and sat in front of the crate. “Know any good places?”

“Around here?” Nero made a face. 

Dante sighed dramatically. “Dammit.”

“Um-” Nero snapped his mouth shut. Dante gestured at him to say whatever was on his mind. “It’s just- you shouldn’t- I guess adults can swear, though.” He jerked his thumb in the vague direction of the house. “My friend’s mom doesn’t like it if we say swears.”

“What about your mom?” Dante asked casually.

He’d been well aware he was purposefully prying, but he still wanted to kick himself for the heartbreaking expression the question put on Nero’s face.

“Don’t have a mom,” he mumbled. “I live with my friend’s family.”

“No parents?” Dante asked, softer this time.

Nero shook his head. “No. I…don’t know why they didn’t want me.”

His voice was small when he said it. He sounded close to tears again.

But then he cleared his throat before Dante could speak. “It doesn’t matter. The Order takes care of its own.”

“How good of them,” Dante said. He smiled up at Nero, letting some of the sorrow he felt over the loss of his parents into the expression. “I don’t have parents, either. I think I turned out alright. I think you will, too.”

Nero’s head jerked up at that. He searched Dante’s eyes, as if expecting Dante to laugh in his face for daring to believe such a statement. 

Dante shifted next to the crate, his head next to Nero’s shoulder. “Cool music. Turn it up?”

Nero nodded and turned the music up so they could both hear it. Nero pulled his knees up to his chest, hugging them.

“I thought you were gonna go get dinner,” he said.

“If there are no good pizza joints around here, it can wait. I’ll take good music over bad food,” Dante said. 

Nero held his CD player out. “You can pick the next song. But I only have one CD with me right now.”

Dante took the player. “Better bring more next time. This is catchy as hell, but I like variety. You bring the music, I’ll bring the pizza?”

Nero’s eyes lit up at the assurance of a next time. “Uh-huh. I’ll bring my best CDs!”

Dante held up a fist. Nero stared at it in confusion.

“Make a fist,” Dante instructed.

Nero made a fist. Dante took his wrist and brought it forward so that their fists smacked together.

Don’t worry, Vergil. I’ll make sure your son learns the important things in life, like a fist-bump and the importance of good pizza, Dante thought, grinning at Nero.

The two sat in comfortable silence, just listening to Nero’s music together. Dante was already making plans for their next encounter, surprised at how desperate he was to put that genuine smile back on Nero’s face.

[libertybri]

hiii. i love your blog sm. can u do a fo4 companions react to a shirtless buff m!sole for the first time (while companions having a huge crush towards m!sole 😄😄)

thanks for the kind words! this ask made me laugh at the thought of very flustered companions losing their entire vocabulary lol!!

Companions-

Cait

“Don’ know what I was expectin’ under yer clothes, but it wasn’t that. I’d have ripped yer shirt off long ago, that was the case.” Her eyes go big and she holds a shit-eating grin as she proclaims this to Sole proudly.

Codsworth

“Way to maintain the figure, sir!” He’s definitely seen his master shirtless before, but whew, Codsworth thought that wasteland did Sole good. No, not good, great. He can’t help but to linger around and sneak glances.

Curie

“Mon chéri, so handsome!” She is filled with delight, knowing and seeing Sole in such great health.

Danse

“I see you’ve been keeping up with your routine. Good work, solider.” He speaks as casually as he can, but can’t help his wandering eyes and reddening face.

Deacon

“Ah… that’s a nice look on you.” For once, he is at a loss for words. If it’s not awkward enough, he definitely shoots Sole the finger guns and runs into the wall on his way out of the room.

Gage

“Heh… always nice to know your boss has muscle. Not that it was hard to see that before anyway.” He silently admires Sole’s form and doesn’t take embarrassment to his lingering eyes at all.

Hancock

“You trying to impress? Heh, ‘cause ya got me.” If he wasn’t hooked on Sole before, he certainly is now.

MacCready

“Woah! You’re– wow.” He cannot utter a word in his amazement at the sight of shirtless, buff Sole. He’s feeling something right now, only he doesn’t know if it’s envy or arousal.

Nick

“Well you sure are in good health, kid.” A smirk plays at his lips as he admires Sole’s form.

Piper

“Whew, Blue! Is it hot in here?” Her face goes tato red as she attempts to tear her gaze away from Sole while promptly fanning herself.

Preston

“I, uh, hope I’m not interrupting anything, General.” His eyes go wide but he can’t seem to tear his gaze away at first. His face heats up and he tries his best to avoid Sole for a while after that, at least until he can cool down from that ‘hotter than hot’ display.

X6-88

“Excellent physique, sir.” He compliments cooly and leaves it at that, however he can’t help but to sneak a few glances.

Extra NPCs-

Desdemona

“You should really put your shirt back on. It’s quite dangerous for myself to be so… captivated in this sight.” She smirks and knows that it isn’t what she wants, but truly it can be dangerous to be so distracted.

Edward Deegan

“Man, that’s quite a sight.” He mumbles this more this himself, but doesn’t care if Sole hears him.

Glory

“Nice figure, friend.” She smirks and doesn’t feel the need to conceal her attraction to Sole, especially in this moment.

Jack Cabot

“Heavens… you are just perfect!” He can’t help himself but to exclaim this to Sole, stating it very factually.

Magnolia

“Well, you certainly know how to get a girl worked up.” She sighs deeply as she admires Sole and fans herself dramatically.

Mags Black

“Shirts are so pointless anyway. I propose you should never wear one again.” She is all too serious in this proposal, wishing it were possible to burn every shirt he owned in that instant. And any shirt that could fit him within a hundred mile radius would be in ashes too, if she had any say in it.

Mason

“I think you might be the only one who could outdo me. Heh, and I’m not even mad about it.” He admires Sole both in appreciation for his form and genuine attraction to him.

Maxson

“Excellent form, solider.” He grins, satisfied with such a well-maintained solider behind him and having seen that glorious sight in the first place.

Nisha

“You make it real hard to not like you, you know that?” Truthfully, she didn’t mind him before but it was getting real hard to keep up with her ‘badder than the Overboss’ act when she got weak around sights like that.

Sturges

“Heh heh, now that’s somethin’ you don’t see everyday.” He casts glances over at Sole and doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s ogling.

Tinker Tom

“Damn! You look good!” He’s all-in-all confident in telling Sole this, not caring if he leaves his attraction to the man on the surface. Tom likes what he sees.

Travis Miles

“Oh my…” He feels the ground cement him in place as he stares at Sole with wide eyes, and a deep blush takes over his features.

William Black

“Damn Boss…” He’s at a loss for words and bites his lip as he looks away sheepishly.

[psychewithwings]

Pt. 1 A Visitor... Once Again  Kirishima x Goddess!reader

hello hello, this is my contribution to this months bnharem collab! The theme was ‘mythology and lore’ and hit very close to my ancient greek loving soul. We have so many wonderful writers and artists that have worked hard so pls check out the rest of the collab here!!!

I’ve been rather ill and so I’ll be breaking it up into parts, part 2 will be out as soon as I am feeling more myself (which will hopefully be next week). Please enjoy a story about 2 of my favourite characters. Kirishima Eijirou, as his hero self (tho with a demi-god twist) and reader! as Kalypso, the goddess, daughter of Atlas, the titan who holds up the sky. Her curse is that she is forced to live alone on an island and fall in love with any visitor who falls to her shores. Once she falls for them, she is forced to ask if they would like to stay and she may grant them immortality if they say yes, and if not? They may leave. They have no way of leaving the island until she falls in love. She is a kind and wonderful character and I have a lot of love for her, (perhaps I relate to her a bit too much) so it is an honor to tell a new version of her story. 

This is set in present day even tho Kalypso is an ancient greek figure, Kirishima is about 25-28 here? Pro hero Kiri!

TW: a small sex scene in the beginning, little bit of dirty talk, penetration

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“Fuck, thats it baby, feel it going all the way inside? Feels good right?” You moan into his neck, “s-so good.” He starts to thrust in and out slowly. Your nails dig into the muscles of his back… his… names and faces are unimportant blurs as he continues to thrust inside. Each drag of his cock hits each sweet spot and taps against your cervix. “Fuck~ you feel so fucking good darling, so-fucking-good, perfect, fucking perfect… yeah that's it clamp down on my cock, massage it with that perfect pussy.” His hand slips between your sweat soaked bodies and rubs quick circles over your clit. “Gonna cum for me baby? I can feel it, you’re about to gush~” You cry into his neck, soft tears of ecstasy hitting his skin. You’re close, so very close-

“Hello? Hey!!! Is anyone home?? Hello?”

You open your eyes and the man above you, the cock inside you, all falls away. It had all been a dream… a delicious, wonderful dream. A dream that had been ruined by an incurable racket. You stare groggily at the ceiling. The ache in your core of having been so close to cumming now boils into a rage. “Hello?!?! Is someone here? Hello??” Your brow crinkled in confusion as to who the rasping voice belonged to. You check to see if you had somehow managed to flip the tv on but the screen was dark. “Does anyone live here?” It dawned on you then… It’s a visitor.

You check the clock that blinks 5:37AM. You groan into a pillow and kick your legs in an attempt to relieve the ache. Your bare thighs are covered in your arousal, which has turned into your frustration. You stay lying still in hopes that he will go away, leave you alone, never return. “HELLO????!?!” But he had to stop screaming and it didn’t seem like he was going to until he came into contact with someone… You knew the nature of the curse well enough at this point but you would try to rebel as long as you could…

You flip the covers off of your body and slowly walk to grab a robe to cover yourself with. You stare at your reflection in the full length mirror while you finish tying the robe. “We got this,” you point to yourself, “no falling in love this time, no falling in love no matter what, ever again, you hear me?” You nod back to yourself. “Pinkie swear.” You touch pinkies with the mirror and laugh coldly. “No more foolish love,” you sarcastically remark before opening the french doors and stepping onto the balcony.

You stare down at the man who had been shouting for so long and your heart drops. He’s beautiful, red hair hanging in his face, still wet with the sea. His body must have been designed by the muses and chiseled by delicate hands. It’s clear even through his clothes. Son of Ares? Or even Zeus perhaps? He is interesting, never had you seen a demigod with such clear physical strength and kind eyes. The combination was rare. He gives you a grin which then fades to surprise. “Oh- I am so sorry, my manners,” he laughs nervously before slowly kneeling on the ground. “Great Goddess, I humble myself now in front of your grace and all encapsulating beauty…” You roll your eyes hoping he will take the hint and shut up. It wasn’t any different from the men before him… It was the same shit as always, though you were disappointed, this one seemed different upon first glance. “...your magnificence is profound, you are both elegant and ethereal in your just standing there-” you cut him off before he can continue the asinine speech. “Ya done?” you ask bluntly.

His eyes grow wide and he softly utters a “what?” You roll your eyes and lean on the gold railing. “Dude, it’s 5am, you’re yelling and ranting, can ya just get to the point?” He remains on his knees in a bow. His pitch varies with confusion as he speaks. “My ship, uhh I crashed it on your shore, and I was hoping that you could umm, maybe assist me in getting home? I-” he hangs his head for a moment, perhaps in exhaustion before continuing. “I have no GPS, no compass, not even a map… if I could do it without bothering you, I would, nothing you for help isn’t very manly... but please Goddess, please help me get home.”  You sigh, century after century of the same request has really weakened your patience, though he had asked nicer than most. “You’re stuck here for the foreseeable future,” you smile slightly. You wait for the look of annoyance, frustration, fear… but it never comes. In fact he gives a slight half smile as he stands. “Well, nothing we can do?” he asks. “‘Fraid not,” you sigh. He starts to say something else but he winces. “Are you okay?” you ask, genuine concern bleeding through the nonchalant tone you had been practicing the past milenia. He nods and grabs hold of his side. “I got a little beat up, but don’t worry goddess, ‘tis but a flesh wound,” he tips his head down.  As he raises his head he looks deathly pale. “Hey sit down okay?” you call down to him, but it’s too late. His eyes roll back and he collapses. “Shit-” you mutter to yourself as you run down to him.

He lays there in a crumpled heap, his breathing shallow. “Wish you’d said you were hurt first dummy,” you grumble before assessing the situation. You need to get him to the herbs and the back porch. This wouldn't be easy, he’s big, huge really. But he collapsed on his side which makes things easier. You hook an arm around one of his and the other around a leg. It takes a lot and it's a staring but you manage to lift him on your shoulders. If your father can hold up the sky, you can surely carry this brick house of a man back to the bed on the porch. 

You step into the house while fireman carrying him to the screened-in porch to lay him down on the daybed. You place him carefully in the soft, green covers and he whines softly. “You’re gonna be just fine,” you reassure gently. Your back porch was reserved for growing herbs, arts and crafts, summer sleep, and it occasionally became a makeshift infirmary when visitors came to you injured and in need of patching up. It happened once every few centuries…

You grabbed some fabric scissors and cut away his shirt to reveal what had been ailing him. You hoped for a broken rib, those were easy to heal with a careful dose of leaf from the widows bone flower and some angel root. But what lay beneath was worse than imagined. A deep gash in his side had tried to close over and heal but it’s irritated, angry. The wound is oozing a sickly yellow pus and iridescent ichor. The skin around it is red with infection. This is one of the worst you’d been brought with. You touch his head, it’s hot and sticky with sweat. This wasn’t good. “Wait here, okay?” You grab a clump of angel root and take it back inside to the kitchen, setting it in a pot of water to boil. You grab a cloth and wet it under the sink in cold water.

You place it on his forehead and sit on the bed beside him. His face was relaxed and he was even more beautiful now. You brush the hair from his eyes and smile down at him, there was something familiar about him… like you’d met before. Though no one could return to Ogygia.

You lean down to where you can speak over his heart in a language that cannot be written or replicated... But the meaning of the words would go something like:

You are healing

You are youthful and strong

Your heart knows how to heal because it is made of love

Pure love can heal anything

You are healing now

You repeat this chant until you hear his breath deepen and watch the cut sooth. It’s a small enchantment but it has done its job. Sure, you’re no Circe, or her brethren, but you’re an enchantress all the same.

You rush back inside and grab the angel root, that's now wet and flexible from being submerged in water. You lay it across his wound before wrapping it carefully. “There now, wait here and I’m going to get you some nectar to drink,” He doesn't respond but his face is relaxed, less anguished, less in pain. You sigh in relief, hopefully that will be enough to close the wound in a day or so, else he will need to be stitched up.

You return with a small bottle of nectar and a dropper to feed him with. You coax his jaw to relax with your hand before dropping the nectar slowly onto his tongue. “You heroes are an awful lot of trouble… you know that?” You continue to feed him slowly so he won’t choke. You sigh in relief as the colour returns back to his face. He’s so beautiful he’s almost glowing, you start to reach for him, to brush the hair from his eyes but you stop yourself and turn away. “No, no love this time, remember?” you say to your reflection in the glass of the windows.

His eyes flutter open with long slow blinks. You watch as they focus on you. He blinks again. “Elyssium,” he breathes and you can’t help but chuckle. “No, Ogygia,” you correct gently. “I’m Eijirou,” he smiles. You laugh again. “No no, this island, where you are is called Ogygia, you aren’t dead,” you assure. He blinks up at you still and you curse the gods for creating him to be so breathtaking. “And what are you called?” he asks. He attempts to sit up but finds it difficult. You place your hand on his head, it’s warm and you can feel his brow relax against your palm. “You’re much better now, but just take your time…” His hands touch his torso and then move to his head. “You healed me?” You nod, “I’ll have to sew this one the rest of the way, it was quite deep.” He circles his hand around your arm, his thumb stroking soft circles. “Thank you, goddess,” he murmurs. You pull away, his touch sending lightning down into your fingertips. You don't remember the last time you had a visitor on this island of yours… but none of the previous visitors seemed to matter anymore, even though each one had stolen your heart some way or another. But no- no love, not this time, not now, not again… It hurt, but you suppressed the feelings of desire and brushed your hands down the front of your robe. “It’s nothing, but for the love of the lethe, stop calling me goddess. Kalypso is fine, just Kalypso.”

He grabs your hand as you turn to leave, “thank you... Kalypso, thank you for saving my life.” In all the years you had been saddled with this curse, it was rare for the visitor to say your name... and none of them, had said your name quite like that. 

You pull your hand from his grasp and make sure not to look back, even though you want to. “You’re welcome,” you answer simply, “I’ll uhh- get you some water.”   

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[seiijohhh]

just the way you are

prompt: to him, you were everything he needed and more.

a/n: my first ever post on here! and what better way to start then with my best boi yuji itadori this was one hundred percent inspired by chapter sixty-four and simply could not help myself from writing this. also, fyi, this is an au if like yuji never ate sukuna’s finger and is just a regular old high school student.

pairing: yuji itadori x f!reader please don’t plagiarize my work!

If anyone asked Yuji, you were quite possibly the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

And quite honestly, he felt he didn’t tell you that enough.

He loved professing his love for you. He loved spending every second with you. He was constantly telling you that he loved you, pressing kisses to your skin wherever he possibly could with no shame for who or if anyone saw either of you. In fact, Yuji loves showing the world that you’re his and he’s yours, and ninety-nine percent of the time is holding your hand...

or his hand his on your thigh... 

or an arm wrapped around your waist.

Basically, he’s loves having you close and having that physical reassurance that you are.

Yuji never saw those flaws you did. In his eyes you were perfect. He understood you had insecurities, but he genuinely couldn’t see them. Flaws to you were things that he loved about you.

“I heard you’re dating Y/L/N Y/N, that true?”

Pulled from his thoughts, (a to be blatantly honest thought of you and the date the two of you had planned after school), Yuji turns to find one of his classmates standing right next to his desk. He blinks, confused, before he glances to the front of the desk and realizes that in the midst of him being lost in his own thoughts, class had ended, the teacher had dismissed everyone and quite promptly left already.

Which, Yuji thought with a smile, meant you must be on your way to his class now.

Gathering his stuff, Yuji nods; “yeah, I am.” Then, pausing when he realizes the question is kind of odd, not to mention Yuji doesn’t even really ever speak to this guy. He thinks, if he can remember correctly, the last time either of them had a decent conversation beyond greeting was at the beginning of the school year. 

And that was simply just to introduce themselves.

“Why?”

He shrugs. Yuji’s pretty sure his name is Watanabe something.

He never bothered to learn.

“Just figured she wasn’t your type.”

And Yuji’s brows furrow at that, finding the comment somewhat harsh and really, none of his business.

“And what would make you think that?”

He laughs. It’s boisterous, loud and quite honestly, annoying. Yuji’s typically an all around friendly guy, he’s outgoing enough that he doesn’t mind holding a conversation with a complete stranger and has the ability to not make it completely awkward. He also doesn’t really get mad easily. He’s pretty open to most things and most people.

But something about this guy is just off.

“You’re loud,” he shrugs, shoving a hand into the pocket of his trousers. “I heard you mention your type was a tall woman with a big ass, like Jennifer Lawrence, or whatever,” he waves it off. “Y/L/N, well... she’s...”

Eyes narrowing, Yuji moves to a stand; “she’s what?”

“Kinda big, don’t ya think?”

Yuji’s eyes flare, and his chest tightens as anger wells inside of him.

Little does he know that you’re standing right outside the door, hand left on the handle having just been about to walk in to greet Yuji. Having heard most of the conversation, and specifically your name be mentioned, you’d paused to listen and at this very moment wish you hadn’t.

All your insecurities and fears being poured out right from this guys mouth, for everyone to hear.

The class is nowhere near empty, and quite a few heads have turned to listen in to the conversation. You’re mortified, embarrassed and it feels like your heart will break right then. And not even because of the boys words, but because of the truth to them.

He’s right. You’re nothing like Yuji’s type.

You’re the complete opposite.

Why is he with you?

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

Blinking at Yuji’s voice, the anger behind it, and the way it’s raised, you turn back to the classroom. Yuji has a hand wrapped tightly around the boys collar, veins protruding with how tightly he’s holding, and even if you can’t directly see his face, it’s not hard to tell how angry he is.

“Y/N’s perfect the way she is,” he hisses, no doubt left in his words. “She isn’t anything but. Say one more thing about her and I swear it’ll be the last thing you ever say.”

A chorus of gasps echo and just as the boys lips part, you realize you should probably stop Yuji before it gets worst. You all but bust into the room, grabbing Yuji tightly by the arm, apologizing to the guy swiftly as you gather his things and all but drag him out of the room.

You don’t stop until you’re out the doors of school.

“Why’d you apologize to that guy?”

Blinking at Yuji’s voice, you turn to him; “what?”

“Watanabe whatever,” he waves the name off, “you apologized to him. Did you hear what he--”

“I heard everything,” you cut in gently, cupping both of Yuji’s cheeks as you smile fondly up at him. “I heard what he said, and more importantly I heard how you defended me. I just didn’t want you to get in trouble or hurt,” you explain softly, glancing down at your feet. “Not for me.”

“Hey,” Yuji steps forward, setting a hand on your hip, crouching slightly to meet your eyes. “I don’t care. What he said wasn’t okay.” And at the look on your face, he quickly but earnestly adds; “or true.”

Letting a soft smile grace your face, cheeks warm, you meet Yuji’s gaze.

“I love you, you know that?”

“Of course,” he grins, all bright-eyed and goofy, “because I love you too.”

[astaroth1357]

"Hi kinda new. I don't know if this is where requests go, but if you haven't done it yet can I request an MC sneaking into the boys beds?" ~irenethehotdog

The MC Sneaks Into the Brothers' Beds While They're Asleep

@irenethehotdog don’t worry, I found ya anyway. 😁 Sooo there was a kind of tender way I could have played this… but then there was a funny way. I hope you're alright that I went with the funny way. 😅 I got two bed requests that are kind of similar-ish but how I’m interpreting them makes them just different enough to warrant two different asks. Here's the first one!

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Warning: Comical nudity? Is that NSFW-ish?

Intro:

Sometimes everybody needs a little comfort, especially in the middle of the night. Any number of things could have drawn the MC out of their bed: bad dreams, nagging thoughts, just general fear of the darkness of Hell that surrounded them, but they decided to try to soothe their unease with the company of their demonic housemates! Wonder how that turned out for them..?

Lucifer

I mean, if you’re feeling a little alone at night, maybe a little scared, it would only be natural to want to seek solace with the strongest person in the nearest vicinity, right? ...Right?

To say it was maybe ill-advised to just climb into bed with Lucifer would be an understatement… Frankly, if the enchantments he had on his door weren’t specifically meant for Mammon then they might have ended up in a very compromised position. But somehow, they managed to infiltrate the demon’s private sanctuary and get right up to his bed.

Now, Lucifer is not a heavy sleeper. Not at all. He’s grown pretty accustomed to waking up at all hours of the night because of his brother’s antics, so he felt the shifting weight on his mattress almost instantly.

They probably weren’t expecting him to suddenly jerk upright and spin towards them, fireball in hand ready to lob at their face... but that’s what they got.

After realizing that it was just the human and not Mammon coming in to take his stuff again, he made them sit down in front of his fireplace while he gave them a looong lecture about personal boundaries and how it’s really not smart to sneak up on demons like that… 

But he was still sympathetic to their sleep-deprived state so he offered them some tea and Devildom sleep remedies in hopes of getting them back to bed. ...Just not his. Back to your bed with you, MC.

Mammon

Mammon was their “babysitter.” Their protector. Their guardian. So why wouldn’t they want to go to him on a difficult night?

Getting into Mammon’s bed was hardly a challenge, sure they had to tiptoe through the garbage heap that made up his bedroom floor but it wasn’t Mission Impossible or anything…

What did catch them off guard was just how… not clothed he felt after they slid in under his covers. Like, pretty much wearing nothing at all. Not even a pair of courtesy boxers. 😓

It was their squeal as they flung themselves out of the bed that actually woke Mammon up. They had him ripping the covers off, ready to leap into action and everything, which definitely didn’t help matters. (Or maybe it did, depending on your point of view 🤷‍♀️).

Both parties pretty much turned into a cursing/blushing mess as he shot them embarrassed, rapid-fire questions while desperately trying to pull on some sweats. Meanwhile the MC stayed plastered up against the wall of his bedroom, answering him in equally defensive shouts.

Eventually, their fuss woke up Lucifer who was quick to send both of them back to their respective beds. The House teased them mercilessly for weeks… How were they supposed to know Mammon slept naked??

Leviathan

Levi might be a… strange choice for bedmate at first glance (he doesn’t really even sleep in bed, but a tub hardly meant for two people). However, there’s a certain level of approachability to him, isn’t there? Considering his own struggles with anxiety, maybe they thought he could relate…?

They tried knocking on his door first, thinking he might have been gaming, but there was no answer. When they walked in and found the otaku actually asleep for once, it seemed like their wishes might have actually been granted!

...But then came the actual trouble of trying to get into bed with Levi to start with. There wasn’t really an easy way to squeeze their body in past his because the tub was so dang narrow…

Any rational person might have just given up on the venture, but not MC. Whatever's possessed them to want to sleep with this awkward shut-in has a pretty good hold on them yet.

Lack of sleep might have been what gave them the bright idea to just try and lay on top of Levi veeerrry sooooftlllly…. Which is how the poor demon woke up to them halfway straddling his waist in the middle of the night.

His remarkably high-pitched scream woke up the whole dang House and the sheer amount of force he used when trying to jerk out of the tub toppled it over… Even after many apologies (and a trip to go buy a new tub), Levi still double locks his door at night to this day… 😓

Satan

Really an odd choice there, not going to lie. They’re well aware of the possibility that they could accidentally wake him and he maaaay not be the best waker (what being Wrath and all) but if it’s irrational worries that got you down, why not go to the most rational person in the House? Sounds like a perfectly logical decision, right?

That might have been what their half-baked disillusions were telling them on the way to Satan's bedroom but actually standing in front of the sleeping man was a whole other story. They felt crazy, genuinely crazy… But they still slipped in under the covers anyway.

Satan stirred almost immediately and turned to face them… but his eyes could hardly keep focus and the look of dopey confusion on his face could have honestly made the perfect screen background. "Huuuuuh…? MC…? What're you doin' 'ere…?"

They kind of had to hold in a laugh while they explained that they just wanted to sleep next to him that night. Satan beamed them an oddly serene smile and just nodded. "Okaaay…" With that he seemed to roll over to go back to sleep… but his mind caught back up with him before his drowsiness did.

"Wait a minute..." Ah shit….

 Like Lucifer, Satan ended up giving them a pretty good lecture on boundaries and the like when he finally snapped out of his stupor. Thankfully he wasn't mad, just a little embarrassed that they had seen him like that. He offered them a good book or two to pass the time if they couldn't sleep, but sent them back to bed all the same.

Asmodeus

Asmo probably doesn’t get people coming into his bed with completely chaste intentions very often, but he’s by far the most emotionally in-tuned demon in the House. If they're after a little sympathy, best just go to Asmo right?

They weren't really sure what to expect when they walked into his room... Does Asmo sleep like a Disney Princess, hair and makeup done perfectly in defiance of all laws of beauty?

Does he sleep like a '60s housewife, with curlers in his hair and leftover chips of mud mask on his face?

Does he sleep like the god of all sex that he is, sculpted chest for the eyes to see and everything underneath laid bare like a honeypot of temptation??

The MC doesn't really get to know, because when they pulled back the covers to climb inside they were met by the sight of someone else's very naked ass taking up the spot where they thought Asmo should be.

They go back to their room willingly, dejected and maybe a little scarred... Apparently they were just too late to the party...

Beelzebub

Okay, everything about Beel screams “Hello! I’m a warm comforting teddy bear!”...aside from the hungry parts. It’s really not hard to see why they’d want to go to him if they’re feeling a little vulnerable.

They didn't worry too much about being quiet when they walked into the twins' room. Belphie could sleep through a rock concert and Beel wasn't too far behind him (as long as he wasn't hungry).

They figured that the tall twin wouldn't mind too much if they just crawled into bed with him… He had make a similar request of them before, it was only fair right?

As they were preparing their tired body for a good night's sleep, they gently pulled the covers back next to Beel but they probably weren't expecting to find so many food wrappers surrounding him… or bags of chips… or packages of cookies… or-

Apparently Beel had yet another sleep-eating run and this time he seemed to have brought the whole kitchen back with him. There was hardly enough room left for Beel anymore, let alone the MC!

Considering their options were to either wedge themselves between a havoc roast and a bag of jerky or just brave one more night on their own, they cut their losses early and went back to their own bed...

Belphegor

They didn’t have to know Belphie since Day One of being there to pick up on how hard he slept. The man was pretty much in a coma for most of the day and that included his nightly rests too. Would he even notice if they… per say… slipped into bed with him to get a little comfort from their nightmares? Surely, he’d stay asleep, right?

When they didn't see his sleeping form in the room he shared with Beel, the MC eventually found Belphie up in the attic room. His little hideaway with a plush-ass bed to boot.

They didn’t bother being quiet at all. They figured that Belphie could have stayed under for anything short of banging pots and pans in his ears so why try to mask their footsteps?

They never expected him to be awake. 😰

The moment they lifted the covers, Belphie struck like some kind of blanket crocodile! He grabbed them by the waist and dragged them into the spot of the bed right under him with a impish grin on his face.

Turns out they weren't the only ones having sleeping problems that night and as they felt the full weight of his worn out body settle in nicely up against theirs they knew that maybe, finally, they'd get a good night's sleep… 🤭

[honeyhenry]

Captain Confusion

A/N: Inspired by this video that makes me weep with its cuteness! I just had to write this okay 🥺🥺🥺 This is in the same universe as Homeward Bound, which happens after this story. Feel free to give it a read after this, if you haven’t already! ALSO should note that the lovely @ohmygoodie​ is my Sy partner in crime and without them this fic would not be made possible :)

Warning: mention of operations/hospitals, and a whole lot of fluff!

It was a simple procedure and so it hadn't worried you too much, other than the usual fears when a loved one is under the knife while in the hands of trained doctors. Sy’s hernia had been authorised for operation only five minutes into the doctor’s appointment you had all but dragged him to, and scheduled for 4 days later. Not really much time to prepare mentally, but you knew it was necessary with your big bear of a man in pain. Despite the painkillers prescribed, he was walking with a limp and groaning in bed for all the wrong reasons.

In the waiting room, you and his Ma kept busy during the 45 minute wait by looking through magazines, talking about how the Captain’s quality of life will improve, and what kind of minor jobs you’ll have him do around the house while he’s recovering as you continue to work.

“I hope the recovery isn’t as long as some people have said. I know for a fact he’ll not want to be cooped up all day. If he’s anything, he’s stubborn” you sigh, knowingly.

Ma smiles, looking at you pointedly, knowing that she is in the presence of the only other soul who knows what is best for her son. “He knows better now that his health is his wealth. He’s got a lot more riding on being well now. After all, it’s not just him he’s gotta be there for anymore.”

“Yeah, I mean I always tell him, he’s not 25 anymore. Or even 30. I’ll need you to back me up, he does anything you say. I’m his equal, you’re his Mom.”

You both laugh a little, hers warm and kind, while yours tinges with the remaining hopeful nerves of an army Captain’s wife. You don’t like not knowing about your Sy, especially since you spent all those years apart, not knowing if he was safe, or even alive. The waiting, in any capacity, is the hardest part.

You’re flipping through a random tabloid magazine, when the surgeon in charge walks through to the waiting room.

“Everything went really well with Captain Syverson. He’s coming to from the anaesthetic and asking for his Ma?”

Ma grins before sucking her teeth between her lips watching as your mouth drops. You both move from the waiting area to follow the surgeon towards where your husband is resting. You speak under your breath, only wanting Sy’s Ma to hear you; “I hope he still remembers how to grovel after this.”

Ma enters the room with you following her, arriving only a couple more corridors along from where you’d last seen him earlier that morning. He may not have asked for you but you were going to see Sy whether he wanted it or not. A grand push of the door allows it to swing open, and suddenly there he is. A little disoriented but has a large dopey smile plastered on his face as soon as he sees his Ma. His heavy head lolls to one side as he rests it on the plush hospital pillow.

“Hey Ma” he groans out as she bends over her large son to give his forehead a kiss, taking his hand in hers. He spends a moment just gazing at her for a while, the love he has for her evident on his face, as she tells him that everything went well, and that he can go home tomorrow.

It’s only after this tender mother and son moment, that he notices you.

“Ma.... why ya bringing a beautiful girl here when I’m like this...oh god I’m not wearing underwear Ma!”

His feeble attempt at trying to cover himself means that you actually end up seeing far more of him than you expected. Nothing you hadn’t seen before, but it definitely hasn't happened in front of his own mother before. The whole situation makes you blush and giggle a little as you try your best to avoid eye contact with Ma. You can only imagine the look on her face, and you don’t want to get any more involved with Sy’s naked form than you need to right now.

Rather than put you and your poor Sy through any further embarrassment, Ma speaks up.

“Oh darlin’, this is y/n. You remember her, right?”

And while he’s listening - or at least pretending to listen to his Ma fussing over him again - he’s just staring at you, gazing in awe as if you were the one to hang the stars in the sky.

“You are.... so pretty” he slurs, making you break out a genuine smile that he mirrors, glad that he was the one to make you look even more pretty.

“Well thanks handsome. How do you feel?” you perch on the edge of the bed and hold his hand. To him, the gesture feels warm and inviting - even if he doesn't know you, he recognises something about you in the comfort that you bring.

“Feel like shit. Oh fuck i said ‘shit’ in front of the lady” he whines again, scrunching his eyes closed as hangs his head in shame. It looks like he might even cry with the realisation that he’s made such a foolish impression of himself. It takes Ma shushing him and making him take a sip of juice from his bedside to calm down, dabbing his face with a cloth when his juice spills from his mouth.

“Oh Logan Daniel Syverson...what did they do to ya?” she lightly scolds as she helps clean up the mess he’s unknowingly created around him. That’s your Sy, a hurricane of mess that somehow fits into order just how he likes it.

You giggle a little more at his shameful expression, before he refocuses, giving you his undivided attention once more.

“How is it that ya know my Ma and we’ve never met? Or have we? ‘Cause I think i’d remember a face like yours” 

“Well...” you start, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear to let him see your entire face, hoping it would jog his memory. As you do so, the ring on your fourth finger glints in the hospital light, and for the first time since you've entered the room, he’s noticed.

“Oh...man...knew a girl like you would be snatched up already. Whoever has the honour of being yours is a very lucky man.” He smiles softly, a wistful look in his eye, while makes you realise that you can’t wait for the drugs to leave his system, you have to remind him who you are and who he is, right this very moment.

“Sy honey... we’re married. You’re my husband, and I’m your wife. I think the drugs are making you more than a bit loopy.”

It’s his turn for his jaw to drop, his eyes are unblinking as he takes in what you’ve just said. He turns sharply - more than his doctor would have probably liked - to his Ma, and then back to you, and then his Ma again, waiting for one of you to burst out laughing at the prank you surely must be playing on him.

“Wha-? A wife? I have a wife?” you nod and he exhales a deep breath of air in amazement. 

“YOU’RE my wife? Really?” you nod again and Ma smiles at you as she watches the scene of Logan meeting you all over again.

“Am I still in the army? I’m a Captain ya know”

“You left just a few months ago. You still work in the local camps, of course. You like it there, and you’re home every night and most weekends.”

“Does Ma like you?” You don’t even get a chance to finish as he turns to his mother “Do you like her? is she nice? Does she like your new kitchen? I built it y’know.” 

You knew when you met, dated, and married him, that Sy was a Momma’s boy. He loves his mother so much, that her opinion will always mean the world to him. 

Ma nods “You two are the sweetest couple. She’s the best addition to the family, gives you a run for your money alright. She’s my new favourite.” You get a soft hug from her as she says this, with her wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. She’s always felt so grateful that her Logan found you, because my goodness did he love you ferociously, and he needed you in his life. You were the making of him, and the whole Syverson clan will forever be grateful to you for it.

"And where did we get married? If we really are married.” He continues his line of questioning.

“At the ranch, on your family’s land. it was such a special day. We had the reception there too. And we went to Italy for our honeymoon.��

Sy is basking in every word you say, praying it to be true, as if he could will it into existence if it hadn’t already happened, wanting badly to remember sunset kisses and italian food and beach days all spent with you. He perks up at the last thing you say, taken by complete surprise.

“Honeymoon?! Oh my god have we...ya know..?” A blush fades over Sy’s face, and even though you love his Ma, you really wish she wasn’t finding out so many details about your personal life today, like how your son rails you on the regular in many ways, and in many places. He must somehow remember or at least accurately imagine your past endeavours, as he grins like a little shit. 

You smack his arm, lightly but with a firm hand.

“Be quiet, or the whole ward will know about our sex life” you threaten. “Yes we’ve had sex. i’d hope so given that we have a kid on the way.”

If Ma had had to deal with her son getting horny over his “new”wife, she was being fully compensated for it as she witnessed him fall head over heels in love with you, all over again.

“A kid?...Tell me ya not messing with me...are we really- I-” he swallows and his tears come even easier than before “We’re havin’ a baby?” With the sudden realisation, he turns to his Ma. “This beautiful woman right here’s havin’ my kid, Ma?” He looks between the two of you again, watching as you both nod and beam from ear to ear.

“You know you cried just as much when i told you for the first time too. i promise when the drugs are out your system it’ll all make sense again.”

Sy smiles, clutching your hand in his warm palm, almost scared to let go as the door is knocked and he feels you might be taken away. Instead, it’s a welcome visitor.

“Hey doc,” Sy greets the man who reenters the room, now freshly out of scrubs  to visit his patient - who if anything is now simply love sick, no hernia to be found. “This is my wife, and she’s having a baby.” he looks back to you with a quirk of his eyebrow “My baby?” You roll your eyes and he confirms it; “my baby.”

“Oh, congratulations...again.”

The doctor’s evaluation and explanations don’t take long, and while Sy is being informed, you start rubbing your belly as a form of self-comfort. You will need to remind your child that while their father looks incredibly stern and impossibly large, he is silly and goofy and already loves them with his entire being. Over the course of the afternoon, Sy talks with you while the anaesthetic wears off. It turns out they had given him a pretty high dosage based on his height and muscle mass, so he would be out of action for a couple of hours at least.

“Oh, i have your ring” you pipe up before he starts getting too sleepy again, taking the thick gold band off of the necklace around your neck, placing it on his finger carefully.

“That feels better already” he sighs, as he begins to doze in and out of consciousness. Before he closes his eyes once more to rest peacefully, a small tear slides down his cheek, which you of course, notice. Sy has cried maybe 5 times in the time you’ve known him and three of those times have been in this very room.

“Honey what’s wrong? Are you in pain? i can call the doctor-” 

“No i’m fine i’m fine i just-” he sniffs and tries to clear his throat from the sad, heavy pain he feels in his chest. “I’m gonna be real sad when I wake up from this dream. What if I can’t find you when I wake up?”

Oh your sweet, silly man.

“Bear it’s not a dream, I’ll be right here when you get up properly and we can go home and cuddle and I’ll heat up your favourite meal. I’ll be right there with you.”

“And the baby?” he asks, eyes wide. almost nervous to ask.

“Well they have to come too, they're with me. We can look at their pictures again so you can get reacquainted. And Aika will be so happy you’re back. We’ve been gone the whole day.”

“Aika!” your husband perks up, “Oh Aika, man....I love that dog..”

“I know you do bear, you just get some rest for now and then we can go home.”

Before you know it, he’s fallen back to sleep, his mouth wide open as he slumps against his pillow, completely out of it.

It’s dark outside when Sy opens his eyes again, watching as his Ma passes you a small herbal tea in the dimly lit hospital room. Technically visiting hours are over, but no one was going to argue with the Captain’s family. You smile, and he feels like he can finally relax, in your presence

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he growls lowly, and you look up at him from your phone, beaming in surprise, glad that your husband had woken up feeling a bit more like himself.

“Oh hello again” you smile and squeeze his hand, his slow blinking already indicating a much clearer mind, and that he knows exactly who you are.

“Again? What’d I miss?”

“The drugs” he stops you mid-sentence for a sweet kiss, acting as though a minute more without your lips would be the source of his downfall. “Mmmh, the drugs made you so loopy, it was the sweetest thing, Sy.” You grin as he pulls you up beside him on the bed.

He raises his eyebrows, clearly with no recollection of any of the past events. Yet still, he smiles.

“Yeah? How’s baby?” he holds you close to his side, wrapping an arm around your waist so he can cover your tummy with his palm.

“They’re great. Glad to have daddy back and sane.”

You swear that as you say that, he starts tearing up again, this time however he doesn’t let them fall. He was openly weeping earlier, but you won’t tell him that. Not yet.

“Damnit. Must be something in these drugs they got me on.”

“Mm-hmm sure bear.”

You stay close that evening, both curled up on a hospital bed that is already quite a tight fit for your husband alone. But as always, he makes it work. You’re half on top of him, both of you fast asleep, when the nurses come to do their rounds. Ma had left just after he had woken up, sneaking off into the night to let the rest of the family know how her most middle son is keeping after the operation. You’d cuddled and doted on each other until you’d fallen asleep, Sy following not long after as he bid goodnight to you and your precious cargo with a soft kiss to your lips, and protective rub of your stomach.

He counts himself more than lucky to have something so good, that it would pain him to forget. He was living the life that he’d been too scared to ever dream of, and he couldn’t be more grateful.

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