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starmocha · 11 months ago

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would you still love me if i was a worm? (and other thought-provoking questions) [Sylus/Reader ★ 2100 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] In which Sylus answers many meaningful drunken questions at 2 AM. A/N: Why have I been clowning on this man 🗿 lowkey based on this post I made before his release lol

It was rather common for Sylus to be up at 2 AM, since in his particular line of work, businesses were best done in the dead of night when most people would be asleep. It didn’t help that the N109 Zone was shrouded in eternal darkness at all times, so the entire concept of time felt rather meaningless to most citizens.

What truly was uncommon for Sylus was receiving a call from you at this time in the middle of the night when you should be slumbering away like most normal citizens. He stared at his phone screen where “Kitten” was so affectionately featured prominently onscreen along with his favorite photo of you. He swiped his thumb across the screen to answer the curious call. Nothing, however, could have prepared the leader of Onychinus with your desperate plea: “Crow Man, come pick me up, pleasssseeee!”

Sylus raised a brow as he held his cellphone tighter in his hand. “Crow Man?”

“Is this not Ca-Caw Man?”

“…are you drunk, sweetie?”

“Mr. Big Ca-Cawk, please pick me upppp!”

Sylus set his phone down on his desk and leaned back in his seat, already massaging his temple in slow circles. He had lavished you with such sweet pet names, and in your darling little head, you had just affectionately bestowed upon him the nickname…Big Ca-Cawk.

Sylus inhaled sharply.

He knew he let you get away with a lot of mischievous things, but perhaps this might be the one time he needed to put his foot down. He held his phone next to his ear again, hearing you sniffled:

“Caw-Caw, do you not like me anymore?”

Damn. You were good.

Sylus huffed softly, finding your drunken speech pattern rather endearing now. With a soft smile on his face, he spoke low, “Far from the truth, sweetie. Now, give me your address.”

You relayed to him the address of a late-night restaurant you were at in Linkon City.

“Stay safe,” Sylus responded, “I’ll be there in twenty.”

The call ended and Sylus heaved another heavy sigh before he stood up. He walked pass where Mephisto was roosting on his perch, and Sylus mumbled thoughtfully to the mechanical crow, “Maybe I should just assign you to monitor her 24/7 from now on.”

Mephisto tilted his head to the side, clearly confused by his owner’s odd words. He cooed quietly in response, watching as Sylus left.

With no speed limit in the N109 Zone, Sylus breezed through the city on his motorcycle in a matter of less than fifteen minutes. Through Linkon City, the street was mostly vacant, and he managed to avoid many of the cop hiding spots. It took him roughly another ten minutes to finally pulled up to the restaurant you said you were at.

As he parked his motorcycle, he took his helmet off, eyes instantly narrowing in anger when he noticed you were backed into a wall by a couple of sober sleazebags. Sylus started to walk up to you, his temper flaring when he heard your feeble protests:

“No…I don’t like this. Go away...”

“Aww, come on, sweetcheeks, you look like you could use a rest at a motel with us.”

“Yeah, it’d be in bad conscious of us if we leave a cute girl like you hanging around on the street like this—”

Sylus had heard enough. His hand tightened into a fist, and thick, dark tendrils wrapped around the two men’s necks, easily lifting them up and sending them hurtling down the block. When they gotten up, ready to assault their attacker, they were instantly frozen with fear from just a simple sharp glare from Sylus. He merely snapped his fingers and new tendrils shot straight down the block at the two men, the sight enough to send them running away in terror.

How fortunate for them. Sylus had other important things on his mind this particular night, or otherwise, he would have felt no qualms with ridding the world of two lowlifes.

When Sylus turned to look at you, his gaze softened considerably, a look of exasperation settled on his handsome features. He approached you slowly, his voice soft and gentle, “Sweetheart…”

His eyes widened in shock when you flung yourself against him, arms wrapped around his waist tightly. You sniffled softly, “Sy-Sy…”

Sylus regained his composure and he smiled down at your head, his hand rubbing your back soothingly. “So I am Sy-Sy now?”

He waited for you to calm down, speaking gentle, comforting words to ease your fears. When he noticed you appeared calmer, he led you to where he had parked. After handing you a helmet, he made sure your arms were wrapped tightly around his waist again before he took off, heading to your apartment.

Once he had arrived to your apartment building, he led you upstairs to your floor. He watched in amusement as you attempted to open the door, unable to get your thumb aligned correctly with the biometrics.

“Here,” he murmured, grabbing your wrist and guiding your thumb to match up with the small screen.

There was a click.

The door opened.

You stared in absolute awe. “Sy-Sy is so amazing…”

Sylus chuckled as he led you inside. “Sweetie, how much did you drink tonight?”

You shrugged. “It was Tara’s birthday…and it was our 5000th wanderer kill…and it was also pay day…and—”

Sylus immediately cut you off, laughing. “I get it,” he said, leading you to your bathroom to help you wash up, “You had a lot to celebrate today.”

He watched you smiled happily as you splashed some cooling water on your face. He helped you removed your jewelry before leading you to your bedroom. Sylus crossed his arms over his chest as he eyed you up and down in your black bodycon dress.

“Now, while I do appreciate seeing you in this dress,” he said with a teasing lecherous smirk, “I don’t think it’ll be comfortable to wear to bed, right?”

You giggled. “Nope!”

Sylus’ eyes widened, completely unprepared when you decided to shamelessly take the dress off yourself and flung it at a chair in your room. You smiled sweetly at him as you stood there in just your bra and panties.

Sylus covered his face, groaning softly. “This girl…” He took another look at you happily smiling away at him with not a single sober thought in your head. He turned away, mumbling, “Stay put.”

He sighed and walked into your closet, muttering to himself as he searched for some sleepwear for you, “You suck at drinking, sweetheart, and yet you let yourself get this drunk…”

After spending about five minutes of searching for some decent sleepwear, Sylus came back out to find you on the bed laying on your side, half-asleep. Sylus sat down on the edge of the bed next to you. He gently shook your shoulder. “Come on, sweetie, as cute as you look like that, you need to get dressed.”

You mumbled sleepily, and Sylus took it upon himself to help you get dressed in an oversized shirt and some shorts. This task felt rather foreign to him, since he was honestly more used to doing the complete opposite. As if reading his mind, you fell against him giggling again once you were fully dressed. “Are you going to take my bra off, too, Sy-Sy?”

He groaned again, his brain about to explode. “Sweetie, you are testing me.”

You giggled again and batted your eyelashes at him.

He smirked, slipping his hands under your shirt from behind and expertly unhooked your bra, tossing it to the side with your earlier abandoned dress. “It’s a good thing I am such a gentleman who doesn’t like taking advantage of intoxicated women.”

“Sy-Sy is the sweetest,” you agreed solemnly. You leaned up and clumsily kissed him, catching him off-guard for just a few seconds before he chuckled against the kiss, pecking your lips lightly. He pulled away first, amused when he saw your look of disappointment at how quickly the kiss ended.

Sylus pinched your cheek, eliciting a pained yelp that stirred you fully awake. “Next time, you are not allowed to get yourself drunk without me around,” he scolded you firmly, though his facial expression was more gentle than angry.

“But it was pay day…”

One sharp look from Sylus had you clamming up. When he turned away, you let out a soft whine, “Wait…are you leaving me?”

He turned back just in time to see a pout forming on your face. He sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night, giving you a slow shake of his head. He knew he was coddling you too much tonight, but he couldn’t bear to leave you alone in such a disoriented state. “Of course not, sweetie,” he answered with a smile, “I’m just going to turn off the lights.”

Once the lights were out, Sylus made his way back over to the bed. He chuckled in amusement as you scooted to the center, giving the empty space next to you an enthusiastic pat. Sylus climbed into bed, happy when you cuddled up to him.

“Caw-Caw, I have a question…”

“So it’s Caw-Caw again?” he asked bemused, and then muttered more to himself, “I think I’d rather you call me Sy-Sy instead… What is it, sweetie?”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“Sweetie, I would feed you to Mephisto,” he answered, not missing a single beat.

“Noooo…” you whined at him with tears brimming in your eyes. You weakly pawed at his arm with little fists, pleading, “Don’t feed me to Mephie…”

“Mephie?” he laughed, astonished that now you had taken the liberty of nicknaming his mechanical crow.

“I won’t taste good,” you insisted with a sweet pout.

“Personally, I think you taste divine,” Sylus teased with the double-entendre, but in your drunken state, you didn’t catch the double meaning. You could only sniffle sadly at him. He rubbed your cheek affectionately with the back of his hand, his crimson eyes seemed so bright in the darkness.

“Sy-Sy…”

“Hmm?” Sylus propped himself up on his elbow, his chin cradled in his hand as he peered down at you snuggled up close to him again.

“Where does the light go when you close the fridge door?”

“Drunk you is just full of silly questions, huh?”

You continued, not caring that he didn’t give you an actual answer to your previous inquiry, “Why do we make round pizza, put it in a square box, just to eat it as a triangle?”

Sylus blinked, sighing, feeling at a complete loss for words. “When you are sober, I’ll make sure to look up the answer for you, sweetie.”

“Sy-Sy?”

“What now?”

“Life is soup.”

Sylus raised his brow in complete confusion, not understanding a single damn word out of your mouth now. He didn’t even know how to respond to the odd comment, so he just continued to stare at you, hoping for a follow-up.

“And I am a fork.”

Sylus pulled you into his arms, laying on his back with you on top of him. “Alright, sweetie, it’s time for bed now.”

You giggled, rubbing your face against his soft shirt, inhaling deeply the faint scent of cologne on him. You sighed happily, smelling the familiar comforting, warm and woodsy fragrance on him. “Would you…” You yawned and rubbed your drowsy eyes, “love me if I shrink down to the size of your thumb?”

“Sweetheart, I’ll just have to keep you safe in my pocket.” Sylus brushed the flyaway hair away from your face, his expression tender as he gazed at your sweet, sleepy face resting on top of his chest. Even though he knew by morning, you wouldn’t remember a single thing from this night, Sylus still couldn’t help but voiced his thoughts and feelings aloud.

“I adore you,” he said, hushed, the weight of his words hung heavy in the stillness of the bedroom, “More than you will ever know.”

You yawned again, burrowing deeper into his embrace. “I love you, too, Mr. Big Ca-Cawk.”

Sylus could do nothing but laughed resignedly, his arms wrapped securely around you, holding you close to his body, the soft warmth of you against him was calming. Sylus felt a strange mixture of both happiness and bemusement by your drunk words, knowing your intoxicated state was also your most honest side, revealing to him the depths of your feelings for him. He kissed the top of your head, letting his eyes closed to rest as well, as he murmured, “Sweet dreams, you silly girl.”

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #love and deepspace fanfiction #lnds fanfics #love and deepspace x reader #sylus x reader #x — fanfics #🥹#sylus will always be big ca-cawk in my heart of hearts #💕

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humanityinahandbag · 8 months ago

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Steddie Halloween

Halloween after 'Spring Break' must be such a hard time for Steve. This is the guy that regularly hosted costume parties at his house during his King Steve era. And at some point probably hosted more laid back ones for the kids and Robin.

But since the Russian bunker he just... can't.

He has regular and more frequent night terrors of torture that had him and Robin shivering and holding onto one another like buoys. He's been dragged down into the depths of lakes by unseen monsters that left all kinds of scars. He gets migraines from moving too quickly or seeing strobing lights.

He carried Eddie's body out of the upside down, hands slippery in blood. He did CPR and felt Eddie's ribs crack under his hands. He looked at Eddie handcuffed to a hospital bed while doctors said we just don't know yet. Had to watch his Uncle, his father, sit by Eddie every day, rarely leaving his side, staring at his chest like he was grateful for each breath his boy took.

So. He's not really able to do Halloween anymore. And that's hard for him.

But whatever. He'll survive. He's fine to sit on the sidelines if it means the others will have a good time.

At this point, Steve was already coming to terms with his bisexuality. He'd already done a speed run through the Coming Out stages and walked out the other side with the eerie confidence only Steve Harrington could muster. This is a dude who has decided that he's going to flirt with Eddie until the other realizes and gets with the program. He knows Eddie likes him. He's a pro at dating and relationships and crushes. He just needs Eddie to figure out that the not so subtle hints mean something.

And then came Halloween.

He'd already told Eddie during a movie night about how much he missed the spooky season.

(And yes, he did discuss it while openly combing Eddie's hair back from his face and absolutely relishing in the way the other boy was turning all kinds of pink under the glow of the TV. Yes, Eddie was taking his time to catch up but no one said Steve couldn't have fun while he waited).

"Aw man. That sucks." Eddie barely managed to boot up his brain again to answer.

"It's fine," Steve would say, even though it wasn't.

And then, on October 31st, Steve wakes up to a maze in his backyard.

It's not a very good maze. It's mostly just tipped over pallets taken from behind Melvalds as the walls and tarps as the ceiling to block out some of the light. But it's so clearly meant to be some kind of a haunted hallway.

Steve is in boxers and a ratty Hawkins Swim Team t-shirt. He didn't take time to put on shoes, so he's walking across the cold concrete and the dewy grass in tube socks.

There's a sign posted on a piece of cardboard at the entrance.

ENTER IF YOU DARE

He stands there, shifting from foot to foot in his rapidly dampening socks, not quite sure what to do but intrigued nonetheless.

There's whispering and hushed voices from inside. And then Dustin is stomping out from around one of the pallet corners dressed in a suit that's clearly too small for him.

"Come on, dude. Can't you read? You're supposed to enter."

"It says enter if I dare."

"Yeah. So enter."

"What if I don't dare?"

Dustin rolls his eyes hard enough to make them stick, and honestly this kid and his tone.

"Can you just-" He groans. "Look. Eddie set this thing up and he and Robin dragged us all out of our beds at ass o'clock in the morning to put on these stupid haunted house costumes and wait around for you to wake up. So can you please just dare?"

Steve blinks. He looks at Dustin's suit. The tie is a little crooked and he's wearing bright yellow socks with his dress shoes. "I thought haunted house costumes were supposed to be... yunno... scary?"

"Yeah," said Dustin, gesturing to himself. "I'm the corporate grind."

And Steve can't do anything but laugh.

He goes through the little haunted maze. El was apparently having the time of her life and waves at him from a dead end, decked out a dress she made out of bits of stapled paper. "I am very frightening," she assured Steve. "I am overdue bills."

"That is very frightening," Steve agreed and ruffled her hair before going down another short hallway.

No one jumps out. There are no bright lights. Will had drawn decorations that they'd taped to the inside of the recycled plywood warning him of imposter syndrome and sleeping past your alarm and girls. Lucas at least put in a little more effort as a basketball player, though he had his knee wrapped in a bandage they must have picked up at the pharmacy and explained to Steve that the true horrors were being benched all season.

Max had refused to put on a costume and declared that she was scary all on her own.

Even Robin was there, waving at him. There was a cooler besides her. "This is the checkpoint," she said. "All the best haunted houses have checkpoints."

Apparently, the checkpoint included his migraine medication that he'd coincidentally forgotten to take that morning and a takeaway cup of lukewarm coffee.

"I tried to keep it warm!" She flapped her hands, waving them at the cardboard cup. "I literally held it between my knees and everything. But I had to help Eddie out last night to start building and-" she paused. "Shit. I wasn't supposed to tell you that. Forget I said that! Just- drink your coffee! Or don't! Is it warm enough? It's probably not. Fuck."

Steve is always shocked at how much more he loves Robin every day.

"It's good," Steve assured her, taking a sip. "Much scarier this way. Nothing scarier than a cold cup of coffee."

When he finally does make it to the end of the maze, Eddie is right there waiting. He's dressed as a vampire, with the stupid fake teeth and blood drawn down his chin with lipstick.

"You escaped the haunted maze!" Eddie put on a show of acting shocked, horrified, angry. His speech comes out garbled from behind the plastic teeth so it sounded more like you ethcaped the ha'ted mathe! It was endearing. Charming. Perfect. "My evil plan is foiled!"

Steve smiled. He looked back at the tarp and plywood and cardboard and duct tape. "You put this all together?" He turned back. "You built me a haunted house?"

Eddie's posturing paused. Despite how much he tried, there was little Eddie could do to hide the way he turned almost shy. He took out the teeth. "Uh. Yeah. But it's no big deal."

"It's kind of a big deal."

"It's really not," said Eddie. "Just- yunno. Figured you should be included." He brightened. "And this isn't everything! We've got a party planned at Joyce's tonight. Low music, we'll keep the lights on. Kids even picked out a movie, but I can't attest to the quality."

"You built me a haunted house."

"I... did." Eddie cleared his throat. He shoved the teeth back in. "But just so you know, it was all part of my evil plan. Which you foiled, My Liege!"

Steve stepped forward. "What was it?"

Eddie paused.

"The evil plan. What was it?"

"Oh. Uh." Eddie swallowed. "Keep you in my evil clutches forever?"

Steve beamed.

Robin had to usher a group of jeering kids away from the Harrington house. It was apparently too much for them to see Steve grab Eddie by the edges of his stupid vampire cape and tug him into a kiss.

"Dracula doesn't swoon," Dustin shouted back at them, covering his eyes.

"This one does," said Steve happily, before going back to work on a very shocked Eddie.

In the end, it did take Eddie a minute to catch up. Once his brain rebooted and he was able to comprehend that he was kissing Steve Harrington, the boy he'd loved since long, long ago.

He spends that night at the party sitting on the couch with his face buried against Steve's chest while the movie played. "You'd been flirting with me?"

"Mmmhm," said Steve, popping a candy corn into his mouth.

"This whole time?"

"Yup," said Steve.

"I wasn't imagining it?"

"Nope," said Steve.

"This is real?"

"Yup," said Steve, and dropped a kiss onto the top of Eddie's head.

"Okay," rasped Eddie. "Just checking."

"Learning how dumb you were being was the scariest thing this entire halloween," Dustin mumbled from the floor.

#steddie #steve harrington #halloween #eddie munson #USUALLY I'D HAVE WAYNE INVOLVED #BUT THIS TIME I JUST WENT WITH IT #tiny thing #silly little story #stranger things #st fic #headcanon

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vaguely-concerned · 5 months ago

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to be distressingly earnest for a moment, I cannot applaud sylvia feketekuty enough for how incredibly well she balances comedy and actual emotional impact in emmrich's storyline. it's such a fine line to walk as a writer, and she does it perfectly to my mind. johanna hezenkoss is a wonderfully cartoonish heightened comedy character whose literal stated goal is world domination by means of necromancy and also this giant skeleton mecha monster I built. her main redeeming quality is that she's SO entertaining and perfectly unrepentantly herself at every turn and never ever does she grow anything we might readily recognize as a conscience; she may be a monster but in such a marvellous way you simply cannot begrudge her for it. we are going full tilt into the yzma zone here and never looking back. and yet! emmrich's reactions to her, and the lingering emotional fallout of their friendship ending clinging to everything, are very real and grounded and genuine, and her functionality in the narrative rock solid. it's still funny the whole way through, but also weirdly poignant.

she is a blunt archetype, but her presence causes nuance in other places. it tests emmrich's inherent kindness to show some of the flaws running through it. it shows quirks in his character you couldn't get at otherwise, exposes what the lines of temptation can get their hooks in him even in all his genuine basic well-meaningness way before the lich storyline gets fully unveiled -- that there is something in him that was drawn to her ambition and unceasing intellectual exploration of the world, even when it edged up on ruthless; that it was only when the line was openly crossed he put his foot down for good. it exposes the darker side of nevarra's political life, especially the mortalitasi -- that it would only take a handful of them forsaking their oaths and morals and deciding that ruling from behind the throne isn't enough. in the words of emmrich, how easily it would make them a new tevinter, except with a skeleton army so arguably much more metal. the slope is slippery. watch where you put your feet, watcher.

and johanna's cheerful and unrepentant spider verse doc ock supervillain antics are emblematic of the way that aside from anything else, this storyline is also -- and I must return to it once more, one cannot emphasize this enough -- so so SO entertaining about it along the way. it sets the tone in that it's campy and over the top and hilarious... a levity you really do need to bring to emmrich's arc, revolving as it does around *checks notes scribbled on hand* ah. the desperate crippling all-consuming terror of death. like um. yes. you need some liberal spoonfuls of comedic relief to make that particular theme palatable enough to get through and process, and providing that feels like both a very kind, a very intelligent, and very wise thing to do as a writer. and also ties in so perfectly with the whole thematic structure and conclusion -- the message that perhaps you will always be afraid of this thing. maybe that fear of cessation, of irretrievable loss, will be with you forever. but there is kindness and connection and fascinating things to discover in this world to make it bearable. it's all very elegantly done and I admire it deeply on a craft level as much as I appreciate getting to engage with it as a player. a masterful balancing act of tone. thank you for coming to my ted talk and goodbye

#dragon age #dragon age: the veilguard #dragon age: the veilguard spoilers #dragon age spoilers #johanna hezenkoss #emmrich volkarin #*sigh* listen I don't know my brain decided to boil over with dragon age meta thoughts today #wish I could perhaps summon this flood of words on command and not only suffer it randomly as an ambush :) but no such luck #do not feel bad about how it lead me to gush about the writing in veilguard though it deserves to be recognized more

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greyskyflowers · 11 months ago

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I like to think about Charles really understanding what Edwin went through in hell. I really wished we'd seen more of that in the show. 😫

Like... how many times do you think Edwin got torn apart down there? How many times could he die and start over in an hour? A day? A year?

How many times did the demon mess him up just enough so that he couldn't run? Stuck sitting there just waiting to either bleed out or for the final strike before starting again?

Anyway ~ I'm feral for hurt/comfort and burn the world for you relationships so here we go ~

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Sometimes Edwin has what they've been calling, for lack of better word, episodes. He had some prior to his second trip in hell but nothing like what he has now.

Charles can't decide if it's easier or harder to witness them now that he knows more about what happened all those years in hell.

Thankfully, most of the time, these episodes happen when they're home. Usually after a particularly rough day and often coinciding with times when Charles is briefly out doing something.

He always knows right away, steps through the mirror to a dark and quiet room. There's a brief but consuming feeling of panic every time he steps out and doesn't immediately see Edwin, but he doesn't think that will ever go away.

There's a few places Edwin tucks himself into when he has an episode, all of them small and dark.

Edwin claims it's muscle memory from all the years in hell he ran and hide.

Personally, Charles thinks Edwin finally has places to hide and takes full advantage of it. He doesn't remember seeing too many places to hide in those terrible, endless hallways of hell.

Charles hates these episodes.

He's trying to be better with his anger but everytime they go through this, everytime Edwin gets a certain look in his eye, or tries to nonchalantly get closer to Charles when something sets off memories, it reminds him that Edwin was taken away from him numerous times and was hurt over and over again.

It makes the rage simmer in his belly and he thinks no one would really hold it against him if he ever gets his hands anyone who's hurt Edwin and let's the rage take over for a minute... or a few minutes. He really wouldn't need more than that with all the anger that seems to burn under his skin.

He's quiet as he walks to the desk, eyeing the chair pulled out and shoved away to make room, before carefully peering around the edge to look under it and Edwin looks back at him with awful, terrified eyes.

He knows how this goes by now, almost the same every time. What a terrible thing to be familiar with.

He quietly sinks to the floor by Edwin and starts trying to squeeze himself under the desk with him. The space is not meant for two people, or even one, but like hell he's going to pull Edwin out of today's chosen hiding place so they can get resettled easier.

He'd done that at the beginning. Tried to remind Edwin where he was and that he was safe, had spoken softly but not as soft as he had in hell, and tried to pull Edwin out. It was a mistake. The look of terror and betrayal on Edwin's face had made sure he never tried that approach again.

It was easier this way, to play along.

He puts a hand on the back of Edwin's head because he always smacks it off the underside of the desk when they hide here, and while it might not hurt him like it would a living being, it still makes a painful sound that has Charles clenching his jaw.

Edwin ends up on his lap, really the only way they both fit, and thankfully he's usually too distracted to realize that Charles has his legs sticking out from under the desk and that their hiding spot isn't really a good spot for two people.

He trembles, even though he's stiff like he's trying desperately not to shake. He clings, hands grasping at Charles's shirt and burying his face in his neck like everything will go away if he can't see it.

Sometimes, it sends Charles spiraling down a rabbit hole, wondering how Edwin held himself up long enough to run in hell when he always shakes so hard during these episodes. His legs wouldn't carry his weight right now if they stood up, he'd go right back down.

It's not something he likes to think too much about, especially when Edwin needs him to hold it together.

Sometimes Edwin cries. Sometimes he begs. Sometimes the only noise is a frantic wheezing.

Charles pulls his legs up more and wraps his arms around Edwin tighter, curling around him as much as he can. He urges him to keep his face tucked away, pets at his hair, and strokes his thumb over his arm. He presses his lips agaist any skin close enough, and starts talking. Soft, and hardly even audible but it always helps.

He talks about everything and anything he can think off. Stories, memories, comforts, praises.

He tells Edwin that he's been absolutely brills to handle this alone before Charles got back, but he's here now and if Edwin needs to just hide away for a little bit, that was fine. Charles has him. Nothing is going to get him.

He's glad Edwin doesn't remember much from these episodes, panic making everything too hazy to understand when he tries. He just knows how they end, usually with the two of them tangled up somewhere, because Charles refuses to let Edwin go until he's completely back to himself but that's as far as he can usually recall.

Charles would crack open his ribcage and let Edwin hide in there if it'd keep him safe.

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Frantically scribbled this down during work so please forgive any errors. Got lots of ideas hanging around my head and little time to type them out 🤔

Gotta love all that trau~ma!

#payneland #edwin payne #charles rowland #dead boy detectives #solving cases with greyskyflowers #dbd

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bunni-v1 · 2 years ago

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Can I please request a reader that has been so traumatised by what’s happened in the Scarabia book that they actively avoid the entire dorm and have Ace and Deuce as their guard dogs (I love those two and I really love how you wrote them as the readers protective besties during the Malleus break up fic). Like how would Kalim, Jamil and Adeuce react to that?

I find it really cathartic when I read fics that have the characters feeling guilty after what they put the reader through whilst the reader is getting support from their friends.

(Something I’m really salty about in twst is how no one ever holds the overblots accountable for what they’ve done. I full on agreed with Ace when he told Riddle that crying wasn’t going to erase all that he did before the overblot and I literally fell in love with him when he punched Riddle after he insulted us/Yuu/the player. I understand that those boys are traumatised and are in desperate need of therapy and overblotting was the only way for their problems to be solved but the treatment they inflicted on Yuu/us was downright hellish. Azul made us homeless and tore us away from the only family/comfort we had in twst (the ghosts) and then sent the tweels to terrorise us in our attempts to reclaim said home and free our friends from servitude; Jamil kidnapped us, hypnotised us, locked us up in a room against our will, isolated us from Adeuce and took away any contact we had with them, forced us on long marches in the dessert and turned a blind eye to our clear suffering during that time; Vil acted like a literal demon to not only us (and then almost made my Deucey cry) but everyone else as well and that was before he decided to try to murder an innocent teenager. Like why does no one understand just how much this can damage an actual child who has no magic and has been stripped from their home and family?)

Reader Terrified of Scarabia After Jamil’s Overblot

TW: PTSD; Mental Breakdown; Disassociation; Mentions of Abuse; Kalim and Jamil are tragic

Info: Ace, Deuce x Reader (platonic or romantic); Kalim, Grim x Reader (platonic); Jamil and Reader (neutral)

🍓I love requests like this tbh. My own OC sorta has her own grapplings with this stuff that I like to touch upon, and I’m excited I get the chance to talk about it here :) THIS IS LONG AS HELL BTW(like this intro here lol). I had a lot of fun writing it :))) I added a cute, shorter little grim part, because our little guy deserves more lovin’ than he gets. I also decided to do a cute little (read: long) intro, and then head cannons since you didn’t specify for either. I hope you enjoy this style, and I’m sorry for the wait <3

You had been through… a lot in your time at Night Raven College. Being thrown into a completely different world would’ve been enough, but it seems that the great seven thought you needed some extra troubles. You weren’t sure how you could’ve encored their wrath, but you were, and you were chugging along despite it all.

First was the attack from the phantom in the mines — something that should’ve been foreshadowing for what was to come. You didn’t even do anything to be in this position. It was Ace Grim and Deuce, but you got dragged into it all because you were “Grim’s keeper.” You managed to befriend Ace and Deuce though, so it wasn’t so bad.

Second was Riddle with his unending temper and strict rules. Despite everything telling you to just stay out of it, your good-natured heart just couldn’t stop you from helping Ace and Deuce. Nearly dying in the process, you managed to help Riddle and made newfound friends in Heartslabyul.

Third came Leona, the selfish, stuck-up, lazy no-good prince of the Savannah. You knew he was trouble from the start, and you wanted nothing to do with him or his little lackey Ruggie. Then he hurt Trey, and you couldn’t stand by while he reigned terror on the school. He was a favorable ally to gain in the end, so you could dismiss his actions so long as he kept in his lane.

Fourth was Azul, another student you figured would cause you trouble. With the extra scary Jade and Floyd always tailing him, and that too buttery sweet voice of his, you were determined to keep your distance. Again, however, your friends were in trouble and you couldn’t help but help them. Azul was a broken person, and you could sympathize with his struggles. He even gave you a job at the lounge to help with funding yourself, so he couldn’t be all that bad.

You’d come to dislike the other house wardens out of principle. A pattern had emerged among them, and you weren’t going to fall victim to another horrific overblot. You still had suction cup-shaped bruises on your arm from Azul’s breakdown. Leona had given you more than just a nasty burn from the scalding hot whirlwind of sand he conjured up. The scars Riddle left behind on your face and arms were healed, but they still ached when you touched them. All painful reminders that you could not truly trust anyone here, that anyone could lose control of themselves and hurt you. Yet…

When you met Jamil in the kitchen, he seemed so kind to both you and Grim. He seemed so genuine and honest. Maybe it was wishful thinking, or maybe it was you missing your friends, but you wanted to trust him despite your gut feeling to be distrustful. Could everyone here really be that bad? Certainly not. Ace Deuce and Jack went here as well… so surely… surely…

The alarm bells didn’t ring at all during the dinner, and Kalim — despite everything you’ve been through — seemed so nice, if not a little overbearing. You could see the tiredness on Jamil's face, and you had the kindness in your heart to express your sympathies. And oh, Jamil so humbly assured you that he was fine. Filling your head with little half-truths and ideas that Kalim had been overworking not only him but the other students. That he had been acting “off” as of late.

You saw Kalim’s sudden shifts in personality. How he would be so sweet, so kind and soft. How he made sure you were enjoying yourself, made sure you ate to your heart's content, made sure you were comfortable in your uniform and your sleeping quarters. Then he would be yelling at everyone, demanding unspeakable exercises and work.

If Ace were there with you, he would’ve called bullshit. Still, you trusted Jamil to start. You actually believed he was kind and had good intentions. You believed that Kalim was the real evil here.

Then he wouldn’t let you and Grim leave, and the students were suddenly so aggressive toward you. He took everything you had and stripped you of your dignity and pride until there was nothing left but fight.

Truly, you didn’t realize it was him that was the issue until he was over-blotting in front of your eyes. It wasn’t an unusual sight to you at that point, you’d defeated multiple overblots and befriended these people. You don’t know what it was. The way you’d trusted him. The fact that you felt truly alone without Ace and Deuce. This one broke you…

You just didn’t feel a damn thing after he was saved. You felt no pity, no joy, no relief. Absolutely nothing, an empty void in your chest. Even as everyone around you celebrated, there was nothing. You stood watching everyone parade around with glee blankly, unable to speak to anyone around you. Just listening to the voices that had begun to mesh together.

You didn’t show anything until Ace and Deuce showed up. Something about their faces, the way they were looking over you, the way they seemed so scared for your wellbeing… it made you cry. It made you cry and cry and cry until you couldn’t make any noise and then you cried some more. They had to drag you away from everyone because you just couldn’t quite stand upright when Deuce would try to get you to walk away with him…

The days after were blurry. You remained holed up in your dorm, unable to really move from your bed. Ace and Deuce stayed in their own separate room next to yours. You could hear them talking through the walls about how worried they were about you, how angry they were at Jamil, how angry they were at themselves for not getting there in time to help you. If you’d had the energy, you would’ve scolded them for being so hard on themselves, but you could hardly speak in the first place.

They cared for you as best as they could. Deuce attempted to cook the recipes Trey sent him over magicam, making sure you ate and stayed hydrated. Occasionally you’d hear Azul downstairs, and Deuce would give you something nice from the Monstrolounge — free of charge, he promised. You could tell that he wasn’t sleeping much in his worry over you.

Grim remained at your side as loyal as a dog and boasting that he’d keep you safe, but you knew he was scared too. He proclaimed that he would keep you safe, but you could feel him trembling at every sudden noise. You had to comfort him from the horrific nightmares he was having. That was okay, though, he was family and you were his.

Ace was the only one who really kicked your ass into gear. He’d tug you out of bed and into the shower as people began to return from winter break. Made you go on walks around campus to show you that you were completely safe. Eventually, he’d been able to get you to visit Azul to thank him directly for his kindness. He wasn’t soft or gentle with you, that wasn’t in his character at all, but he made sure you felt safe enough to return to classes before they started.

They both worked hard to help you recover, but you were still so afraid…

Ace

-Ace isn’t exactly the most comforting person, and he never claimed to be.

-He’s not good at reassuring people, but he’s good at being honest, and if he was being honest he knew that you were safe around him and Deuce.

-He walks you to and from classes, spends most of his nights in your dorm doing whatever the hell you’d like him to do without complaint, distracts you when you’re freaking out, and most importantly keeps that snake as far away from you as possible.

-If he was being honest with himself, which was his whole thing, he didn’t really get your reaction to everything.

-You’ve all been through this before, it's textbook at this point. A guy does some shady shit, a guy gets caught doing said shady shit, a guy overblots, and you defeat a guy with the power of friendship. Boom. Done.

-He’d get it more if you were completely alone, but grim and the octanivelle freaks were there! Kalim too, and he’s always seemed pretty nice. Not the best company, sure, but still you had people helping you out.

-When he looks at your face and sees how tired you are, he forgets the logical stuff. All he can hear are those horrific sobs you let out when you saw him and how you nearly ripped his uniform in half with how tightly you were holding him and Deuce.

-If that was too much for him, he can’t imagine how badly it must’ve felt for you. How bad it must still feel.

-So screw what he thinks, he’s gotta make sure you’re taking care of yourself.

-He doesn’t ask you how you’re feeling, he knows it's not good. He focuses on keeping your mind off of everything that might trigger you.

-Reroutes your paths to classes to avoid Jamil and Kalim completely. Sure it’s longer and more annoying, but it's better than you going dead silent and shutting him and everyone else out again.

-He does everything in his power and you’re doing so well… and then the VDC happens.

-You’re given the title of manager and you’re forced to be around these people who terrify you.

-Vil won’t budge on anything and sevens Ace wishes Rook would let him try out a little target practice with the (illegal) bow and arrows he’s got in his room.

-He keeps himself between you and Jamil at all costs. He won’t let Jamil bother you at all, not that he was trying in the first place.

-The real issue is Kalim, which sounds crazy, but it’s true.

-Kalim is so… forceful. A pretty strong word, but honestly the only one Ace can think to use.

-He’s really nice, really sweet, seriously such a good guy… but you’re still unsettled by him.

-There are several times during practices that Ace has to yell at him to just leave you alone.

-Sure, it gets him a pretty big scolding from Vil, but he couldn’t care less honestly. He doesn’t wanna risk you having a panic attack because Vil doesn’t wanna be a responsible leader.

-You confide in Ace a lot. How you really want to move past all this, but Crowley won’t provide you with any form of therapy, and you’re just not ready to forgive Jamil or Kalim for what happened.

-He won’t tell you this, but hearing you talk like this breaks his heart.

-You’re normally so strong, so brave, so confident… and now you’re absolutely broken.

-He’s proud of you for putting on a brave face to placate Vil, but he’s angry you have to.

-Surprisingly, though, you do begin to warm up to Kalim. Just a little.

-It's only when Ace, Deuce, or Grim is around, but it's a really big step forward in his eyes.

-You’re getting back to where you used to be little by little.

-He still won’t give you or Jamil the chance to reconcile, but you honestly couldn’t be more grateful for that.

Deuce

-Deuce is incredibly different from Ace in how he handles everything.

-He’s a delinquent, sure, but he’s a Mama’s boy at heart. Therefore, he’s much more equipped to help you emotionally through all this than Ace.

-Where Ace is the harsh pushing force to keep you going, Deuce is the calm where you can rest and cry your heart out for as long as you need.

-As I mentioned, he makes sure you’re eating and drinking and at least speaking to someone.

-He asks Trey for recipes without leading on to what’s going on and asks Cater for advice on helping someone feel safe after a traumatic experience.

-It’s not subtle, but it helps.

-He handles making all your meals, even though he isn’t the best cook, he absolutely puts all his heart and soul into everything he makes.

-A good portion of his days are dedicated to cooking for you, and he gets pretty damn good at it by the time classes start up again!

-With Sam’s shop closed, he has to go into town to get the ingredients he needs, and then he has to spend hours preparing and serving the food.

-He watches you eat, encouraging you that everything is safe and that he made it all by himself by hand.

-He doesn’t question why things ended up this way for you, he wonders how can I help?

-And he does help, a lot, more than just with food.

-Sometimes, late at night, he hears you crying alone in your room. He gets up from his own bed, quietly enters your room, and holds you and grim while you both tremble in fear.

-It makes him so mad. Mad that this happened to you. Mad that Jamil did this in the first place. Mad that he couldn’t help more than he already is.

-Like Ace, he accompanies you to all your classes and makes sure to stay close to your side if any Scarabia students are around.

-He’ll go anywhere you need him to, and if you’re not comfortable being alone and he’s got plans, you’re invited to join him. No matter what anyone else thinks.

-Things get better little by little. You make strides in your ability to be independent again and you’re smiling and joking around like you used to. You even agreed to try out for the VDC with him and Ace… a big mistake.

-He didn’t expect to actually get in, let alone get in with Jamil and Kalim. If it were just that he could’ve been civil, but no, you had to be dragged in too… because that’s always how it works out.

-He has to hold himself from getting in Jamil’s face more than once because just him looking at you is enough to send you into a clear panic attack.

-Deuce does his best to comfort you between all of this, though. Being your shoulder to cry on and trying his best to be your protector… it's just hard. Hard to see you like that, and hard to keep his cool for your sake.

-It's worse with Kalim because both you and Deuce know he means well. You both know he wants to reconcile, but you’re not quite ready.

-Deuce helps the confrontation with the two feel a bit easier though. He acts as a mediator between you and Kalim, and eventually, he’s proud to say he helped you trust Kalim just a little bit.

-Jamil… both of you could use some work, but Deuce is more willing to hear you out on him than Ace is.

Grim

-Grim was there with you the whole time. He understands the fear you’re feeling deeper than anyone else.

-He could just tell something was wrong the second he saw your face. Despite all the celebrations, he was focused on making sure you were at least a little okay.

-He tried to talk to you, tried to make you feel okay, but the only comfort he could offer you was letting you hold him while you cried.

-He could still hear your cries, and they made him want to cry too. He almost did, but he was your guard cat — he had to be strong for you.

-Unlike Ace and Deuce, he never left your side. Not a second. He was there with you from the moment you were unwittingly kidnapped to the sleepless nights in your dorm to the horror of finding out you’d have to work closely with Jamil for the VDC.

-He made his distaste for him very known, sure to make a snarky comment at least once every time he saw him.

-It was so bad, at one point, that Vil had to give him a stern talking to. He didn’t stop regardless.

-You are Grim’s best friend, the only family he has, and Jamil hurt you in unspeakable ways. He couldn’t just sit back and be okay with that.

-He’s really such a good guy.

Kalim

-Kalim means well. With his whole heart, he has the best intentions… just not the best execution.

-See, he didn’t notice initially that anything was really wrong the whole time.

-He didn’t suspect Jamil at all. In fact, he thought that you were really enjoying your stay in Scarabia, you seemed so happy and chatty up until Jamil flipped things on their head.

-Call him air-headed, but he was caught up in his own whirlwind of emotions at the time. You know, the whole betrayal of his supposed best friend took a toll on him too.

-It wasn’t until you were sobbing your throat raw that he realized something was really wrong.

-The look of sheer terror on your face when you made eye contact with him sent shivers up his spine.

-He knew that look. He’d worn that look on his own face too many times as a young child.

-Believe it or not, without Jamil’s intervention, he knew to keep his distance. He knew he had to give you time to adjust.

-Then a few days turned into weeks and weeks turned into a little over a month, and he had hardly seen you around campus.

-You are avoiding your normal route to class, and when he did see you he was also greeted by the harsh glares of your good friends.

-He understood if you’d never want to talk to him ever again, honestly. He couldn’t blame you. You were more headstrong than him, after all.

-Still, when the VDC came around… he was hopeful. Truly he was hoping that something would give.

-He would talk to you in hopes of showing you that he meant no harm, but Ace or Deuce or even Grim would shove their way between the two of you.

-Several times Jamil had to tell him to knock it off because “It’s not worth forcing.”

-Still, he wanted you to know he felt bad. He felt horrible.

-In a very un-Kalim-like move, he quietly asks you if you can speak with him. Alone. But in a crowded enough area that you wouldn’t feel threatened.

-He didn’t expect you to accept it, he wouldn’t have blamed you at all. But you said yes.

-You showed up, with Grim by your side, which was fine. He earned some apologies too.

-He poured his heart out to you, apologizing for things that he couldn’t even control. In turn, he listened to you rant about how scared you were, how angry you were, how you wished you were any of these things.

-And after that, things improved. Slowly, but surely. You became more comfortable around him, and you spoke to him again.

-Sure, you wouldn’t be caught dead at one of Scarabia’s parties, but you considered him a friend.

-That’s all he could ask for.

Jamil

-Jamil is the monster in your story.

-He’s the evil guy who kidnapped, manipulated and lied to you.

-He’s the one who used his misplaced anger as an excuse to hurt others.

-He’s the boogyman who made you endure days of long and hard training, just because he could.

-Of course, he felt bad. What he did was unspeakable, but he was more concerned with how his reputation would last after the overblot.

-More concerned with it not getting out for the safety of his family.

-Even with you sobbing, he just thought you were being dramatic in all honesty. You have a reputation already, he knew you’d been through this whole thing before.

-It didn’t really strike him how badly it affected you.

-He didn’t notice how you switched paths, how you were never in the same area as him for long, and the glares of your friends never once phased him.

-Even Ace’s snarky comments during basketball didn’t bother him for a second.

It wasn’t until he accidentally bumped into you in the hallway, and he saw the look on your face that he realized.

-The terror in your eyes, the way you shrunk back as if he would strike you. It was the same way his parents acted around the Asim’s.

-If he were a more insane man, he might’ve found it liberating, but it wasn’t.

-He had become what he hated to you, he had done what he hated to you.

-Jamil was not only your monster, but he was his own.

-He steers clear of you and keeps as much distance as possible for both your sakes.

-He couldn’t handle someone looking at him like that, and he was sure you couldn’t handle the sight of him after what he did.

-Still, this is NRC, and luck is never on anyone's side here.

-Both of you are forced into a position where you cannot escape the other, you have to learn to live with the awful pits in your stomachs.

-He keeps Kalim away until you both are on good terms, then he simply watches quietly.

-He won’t apologize, he won’t antagonize, he won’t speak unless spoken to.

-You two never truly recover your small lasting friendship, but you do make amends with each other.

-During the trip to the scalding sands, you get to meet Najma, whom he’s confided in about ‘accidentally upsetting a classmate’.

-You get to have a good talk with her, and it makes you really realize some things about Jamil.

-You realize he’s just as broken as you, just as tired as you, and that he feels the most immense amount of guilt for hurting you.

-You, being you, find it in your soul to forgive him.

-Nothing really changes between you. The guilt is still there, and the fear still shakes you to your core, but you both have closure.

-In a situation like this, closure is the best grace a person can ever have.

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bvidzsoo · 9 months ago

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࿐ྂ The Games ࿐ྂ

࿐ྂ Synopsis: A dystopian future that is full of pain and anguish. A ruler who is merciless and rids of those who threaten his reign. A spark is all you need. A spark that will bring hope and salvage what's left of humanity.

° May the odds be ever in your favor. °

࿐ྂ Author: bvidzsoo

࿐ྂ Pairing: Ateez members x female reader

࿐ྂ Rating: mature, nc-17

࿐ྂ Genre: Hunger Games!au, violence, gore, angst with fluff

࿐ྂ Status: on-going ࿐ྂ

｡˚ ° ↷ 1. Song Mingi x female reader ↶ °｡˚

Haunted me, haunting you

╰┈➤ Summary: After the 72nd Hunger Games, Song Mingi wasn't the same. The spark in his eyes was gone, his once bright smile disappeared and his face became ashen, cheeks hollow, he was merely a shell of the man he once used to be. It hurt seeing him lose himself to the trauma he was forced to endure in the Arena, still haunted by memories...memories of killing someone you both cared about, someone who meant the world to you. Will you be able to help Mingi before it's too late? But most importantly, will Mingi be able to let you in when you bear the very same face he was forced to murder in the Arena in order to become a victor?

｡˚ ° ↷ 2. Choi San x female reader ↶ °｡˚

Your worst mistake...

╰┈➤ Summary: Your innocence was stripped the day you were reaped for the 73rd Hunger Games. The life you had known, and the joy of living well were all just forgotten aspirations. The Games were cruel and terrifying, and they changed anyone who emerged as a victor, who took the crown and returned to the living. And was all that pain, terror, and haunting memories worth it? Was it worth living a life as a monster? Perhaps, yes, it was, if a man was determined enough to show you what tenderness and love meant, that to him you had never changed. But that man was Choi San, a stylist from the Capitol, another gem adored by the masses, so, could he really love you?

｡˚ ° ↷ 3. Jeong Yunho x female reader ↶ °｡˚

Thousand Miles, just to get you back

╰┈➤ Summary: You didn't want this, but then again, you were sure nobody wanted to face the repercussions of being a victor. You hated your life and you hated everyone around you, never trusting a soul again. Whatever President Snow has put you through after your Games was unforgivable and your only solace lay in Finnick Odair, who understood you and your pain. But it didn't end there, no, it never would with Jeong Yunho, another victor, always breathing down your neck and hogging you as if his life depended on it. You didn't like him and you didn't trust him after what he'd done to you despite being your mentor in your Games. And when the 75th Hunger Games come around and President Snow announces that the tributes this year will be the reaped victors, your world comes crashing down, forcing you to do things you never thought you'd do again. But if it meant Panem would be free, you'd do it again.

｡˚ ° ↷ 4. Kim Hongjoong x female reader ↶ °｡˚

Cravin', I'm cravin', I crave you

╰┈➤ Summary: Being in love with your childhood best friend was hard, especially when your feelings weren't reciprocated. Kim Hongjoong, barely a few years older than you, certainly lived a better life. He was a well-known, sought-after, and praised stylist in the Capitol, his creations renovative after the Civil War the Districts unleashed on Panem, against the Capitol . And you, well, you were still studying at the Academy, trying to figure life out and become someone on your own and not due to your parents' wealth and importance. You figured Hongjoong would pay more attention to you when you had finally decided to become a fashion magazine editor, but, no, it only seemed like that drew him closer to Tigris, the person you hated the most. Will you allow her to steal the love of your life? No, never, only over your dead body.

A/N: I was never supposed to turn this into a mini-series of sorts, but alas, here we are! Since four of our boys are getting their own oneshot's, I decided to make a collective masterlist for them, and who knows, maybe I'll add more members to it if a good enough idea comes across my mind. Tbh, I don't exactly want to start a taglist for this mini-series, but I suppose if there's a high demand then I might just. I might change the summaries for San, Yunho, and Hongjoong since their stories aren't written yet and I was going off based on their plots, but I'll see. All of these titles were inspired by songs, and maybe you should listen to Tove Lo's Thousand Miles if you haven't before because that shit was my jam in high school and I nearly collapsed while listening to it again lmao. I have nothing else much to say, except that I might post San's part around Sunday, and if not, then at the start of next week, hopefully. If you're as big of a Hunger Games fan as I am, I hope you enjoy these stories and ignore some inaccuracies, thank uu! See u around <3 divider1 divider2

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bisexualiteaa · 10 months ago

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Sweet As Pie

Logan Howlett x Fem Reader (FLUFF AND SMUT!!)

CW: established relationship, mention of reader having night terrors/nightmares, reader has trouble sleeping, reader likes baking, mentions of reader being a teacher at the school, talks of baking and sweets to relax, fluffy, non-seggsual intimacy and seggsual intimacy, cursing, dancing in the kitchen, kissing, p0rn w/o plot, fingering, oral (f receiving), hickies, mentions of biting/bitemarks, praise, slight dumbification, Logan is a fiend for reader, unprotected seggs, cream pie, squirting, fluffy ending, potential grammar/spelling errors, lightly proof read

AN: The absolute death grip that this man has on me IS UNREAALLL!! 😫 The ideas I have constantly floating around my little ADHD brain of him never cease but this one…WHEW! This one was fun to write. 👀 I happily take asks/requests for our mans Logan and of course Wade too! We share the love in this house! 💙💛 ❤️🖤 My asks are still open so please send ideas my way for anything you may want to see me write about, friends! Hope y’all enjoy. 🥰

It was a late night as usual. Your racing thoughts and vivid night terrors kept you from being able to stay asleep once again, despite any attempts to calm your mind before bed. So despite it being nearly three in the morning, you did the only thing you knew would effectively calm you after such a restless night. Baking. You were in the kitchen, all the utensils and ingredients laid out before you as you decided to bake brownies to distract yourself from the stressful dream. You had also hoped the waiting would help make you tired enough to hopefully fall back asleep once they were done. You were playing music softly as you started putting all of the ingredients together in a large mixing bowl, not wanting to disturb the rest of the mansion while everyone else was asleep, but you needed something to help keep your mind from wandering in the silence. You put on a playlist that you and Logan had comprised, smiling warmly as you began to relax a little more thanks to the music. You couldn’t help the way you began to hum and quietly sing along to the songs as you would sway to the beat. What you hadn’t realized was that you had an audience standing in the doorway watching you as you baked.

“Can’t sleep?” Asked the familiar, gruff voice of Logan as he soon joined you in the kitchen, his arms wrapping around you from behind, making you smile and hum happily as he did. “Had another night terror, but it’s okay. That’s what the baking is for” you said, making him hum apologetically in response, he knew exactly what it was like to struggle with such a thing. “That’s the fourth one this week, doll. You doin’ okay? Why didn’t you come get me?” He asked, watching you crack eggs into the bowl before setting the shells to the side. “I’ve always had them Lo, nothing I’m not used to. I know you had a busy day, didn’t want to wake you up, I’m sure you’re tired” you answered, but it didn’t stop him from worrying about you. He didn’t care how little sleep he got, he didn’t care if he had to stay up all night just to make sure you were okay, he would do it without hesitation. “Never too tired for you, sweetheart. Never be afraid to come get me” he replied, making you turn to look at him over your shoulder, shaking your head in response. He gave you a quick, sweet kiss, bringing that gorgeous smile back to your face that he loved so much. “Tomorrow we’ll talk to Jean, see if there’s anything we can get for you” he said as you went back to your baking, his arms circling around your middle again, making you chuckle at his overprotective nature when it came to you. When his mind was set on something you could hardly ever sway him from it, so you knew there was no fighting him on this. It was sweet really, to finally have someone who cared about your struggles and just wanted to help you. All he ever wanted was to see you happy and well, and he would do anything in his power to be sure those were met. You only wished he would be just as open to you fussing over him. “Yes dad” you quipped sarcastically, making him chuckle with you as he kissed your cheek before resting his chin on the top of your head. “Just worry about you sweetheart, know how much those take a toll” he said, sympathizing with your struggle. “I’m okay Logan, really. I’m still here, aren’t I?” You responded earning a grunt from him in reply that told you that wasn’t the right answer, making you laugh as he watched you mix all your ingredients together in the bowl, dancing and quietly singing to the music that was still playing.

He sniffed the air to try and figure out what it was that you were baking as he helped you clean up some before coming right back to your side. It was sweet for sure, so that told him you were making a dessert of some kind. “Brownies?” He asked, making you smile as you offered him the spatula with some batter on the end from when you had to scrape the mix from out of the bowl and into the pan. He accepted, giving it a taste. He would never admit to having a sweet tooth to anyone else, but your brownies were his absolute biggest weakness. Something about the love that you put into your baking and the joy you had in it, made everything you’d ever baked taste so good. You giggled as he groaned over dramatically at the taste, telling you that he liked it. “Good?” You asked with a grin at him over your shoulder as he licked the spatula spotless. “Fuckin’ delicious” he replied, making you giggle once more as you got all the dishes together. “Not as delicious as you, but pretty damn close” he said, making your jaw drop as you laughed at his dirty joke, making him grin at the cute look of surprise on your face. “Logan!” You whisper yelled as you started taking the dishes over to the sink, making him chuckle at your response. As you were about to wash them, Logan stole them from your hands before you could even place them into the sink. “It’s the least I can do for those brownies” he said, making you place your hands on your hips in defiance as you were about to tell him you could handle it, but his lips meeting yours for another short but sweet kiss silenced you long enough to forget your momentary agitation. Now all you had to do was wait for them to be done.

Thirty-five to forty minutes was the bake time, meaning you had that amount of time to kill while you waited for them to be done. You smiled as another song began to play, making you hum along happily as you stood in the kitchen with Logan. Your arms were slung around his neck as his hands sat at your waist, both of you swaying gently to the song as you looked into each other’s eyes. It wasn’t often that you and Logan shared moments of intimacy like this, where his touch wasn’t wild and untamed, and your gaze wasn’t filled only with lust. He knew well that intimacy was never his strongest suit, but as he’s been with you, he’s come to try his best at it every now and again. You’ve slowly taught him how to open up to it, how to get better at it. “Thank you” you spoke, breaking the comfortable silence between you for a moment as you rested your forehead against his own, closing your eyes as you basked in the moment. “For what?” He asked, knitting his brows in confusion as he looked down at you, unsure of what he did to deserve being thanked. “For being here with me, for caring about me. For just…being you, Lo” you replied sweetly, a soft smile stretching to your lips as you continued to look up at him with those soft eyes and that gorgeous smile he could never get enough of. He never knew what to say in these moments, in the times where you would tell him such sweet things about himself that he could never see. He often wondered why you’d chose him over anyone else, yet at the same time, he knew he would never want to see you with anyone other than him. He was a mutant, a dangerous one at that, and he certainly was not the type of man you take home to introduce to your parents. Not in his eyes at least. Yet you looked at him with all the love in the world, as if he couldn’t possibly do any wrong and when you looked at him like that, it made him finally start to wonder if maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. If you could love and accept him just the way he is, maybe he didn’t need to be so hard on himself. He had you, and you made it quite clear that despite everything, despite all his flaws, anger and bad habits, you were here to stay. Sometimes it was just so unreal to him to think he was lucky enough to have you by his side, willing to stick with him through all his ups and downs. He leaned his head down closer to you, not knowing how else to respond other than by kissing you. He was always better at showing you how he felt physically rather than expressing it through words. The kiss started off soft and sweet, but that didn’t mean it held any less passion in it than his more desperate, heated kisses. You hummed contentedly into it, your fingers lightly carding through his thick and unruly hair, keeping him close to you as you returned the sentiment. You hadn’t seen each other all day, he left early this morning before you were even up, and you stayed behind at the mansion, catching up on your lecture materials and grading assignments for the up coming week. It was nice to have this moment with him, away from the kids, away from the others, and to just enjoy each other’s company without interruption. You both seemed to need it after such a long day. So it wasn’t surprising in the slightest when your once innocent kiss began to take a more heated turn, morphing into something more passionate as you both stood there, enjoying the moment together while no one else was around.

You giggled into his lips as he picked you up, never breaking the kiss once whilst wrapping your legs around his hips to hoist you up onto the counter top, placing you slightly above eye level with him now. It was rather impressive the way he made sure your body was still against him, lips still connected as he lifted you with such ease, effortlessly placing you down on the counter without even needing to open his eyes. Thought he did finally pull away once the burning in his lungs from lack of oxygen began to kick in, figuring you must be feeling the same thing. He pulled away to enjoy the half lidded look you would give him when you were worked up, and the small line of saliva connecting your lips to his as your face flushed hot. “Missed you today” he said lowly in your ear, his voice deep and gravelly with want as he began trailing his kisses down the column of your throat, stopping to tease your most sensitive spots, pulling soft whines and moans from you as he did. “Missed you too” you replied through harsh uneven breaths, your fingers carding through his hair once more as he would suck and bite at your weak spots, leaving marks in his wake. Proof that he was there, proof that you were his and his alone. You moaned quietly as his hips brushed against you, feeling him through the fabric of your night dress. “Logan…” you begged, feeling him trail down your collarbone to your chest, pulling down the straps of your nightgown to allow him easier access to your breasts that lay bare underneath. He wrapped his lips around one of your sensitive buds, laving his tongue over your pert nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. You lulled your head back, eyes fluttering shut with a quiet moan as his hand cupped your other breast, offering both of your soft tits equal love and care. You bit your lip, doing your best to contain the sounds that would normally flow from you so freely, not wanting to wake anyone up or have anyone interrupt this moment between you two. “Missed these sweet girls” he said, laying a trail of kisses from your right tit to your left before taking your other breast in his mouth, allowing him to switch treatments and effectively show both of them his love and appreciation. He groaned into your skin at the sight of you, eyes half shut in bliss, head tilted back with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, and your hips rolling against his for that added bit of friction that you needed oh-so-desperately. He smirked at your needy movements, sucking and nipping at your skin playfully as he marked up your chest, not caring if they would be there for others to see. He wanted everyone to know who it is that pleases you, that makes you happy and makes you feel so damn good.

Satisfied by the marks left on your chest, neck and collarbones, he began to lay kisses down your stomach, his large, calloused hands coming up under your night dress to rest on your soft, plush thighs as he came to his knees before you. “Scoot closer for me, sweetheart. Wanna show her how much I missed her too” he said, helping you move towards him as he started to kiss up your calves to your knees, then along the insides of your thighs before finally lifting up your night dress enough for him to have better access to where you needed him most. “There you go. Look at you, not wearing anything underneath” he teased with that signature cocky grin of his, making you blush as you remembered you didn’t have anything on under your gown. He ran his nose along your inner thigh to tease, enjoying the smell of you and your pheromones that drove him absolutely wild as he left you on edge, toying with you despite knowing exactly how much you needed him in this moment. You knew better than to whine however, because despite your anticipation, you knew that he would give you everything you needed. Most people joked that you had him trained but in reality, he was the one had you trained. “Good things come when you wait” he would always say, and that was a motto you lived by when it came to him. He was never untrue to his word either. You moaned as he finally made his way to the apex between your thighs, laying a soft kiss to your clit before moaning lasciviously into you at the taste of you on his tongue. Your hand came down to card through his hair again, your nails scratching against his scalp in appreciation as his lips and tongue worked at your aching clit. You felt his tongue flutter and draw circles into you, occasionally dipping down to your soaked entrance to squeeze the hot, wet muscle inside and taste even more of you before taking up the rhythm and pace that he knew drove you absolutely crazy. In all the good ways, of course. His hands held you tight as he ate you like a man starved, moaning into you with such debauchery anyone would likely think you were the stars to a depraved pornographic film. You felt his nails dig into your skin with a pleasurable pain, feeling his bruising grip paired with the dig of his nails against you meant you could look forward to the enticing sight of his hand prints on your thighs when you woke up. He didn’t just feast on your cunt to please you, oh no, he did it of his own pleasure as well. You were already struggling to keep quiet, finding it harder and harder to keep your voice to a whisper when he made you feel so damn good, but it proved even more difficult as you felt two of his fingers poke at your waiting entrance. You felt as he collected your essence on his fingers before finally having them work their way inside of you, spreading you open and preparing you for what was to come next. “Logan…” you begged once more through your ragged breaths, and god how it drove him mad hearing his name fall so sweetly from your lips.

As his fingers slipped inside of you, it didn’t take long for him to effectively find the exact spot you needed them most, feeling him curl his dexterous and skillful fingers to rub against your gummy walls. You couldn’t help the way your hips began to roll against his tongue and fingers with need, feeling the burning ache in the pit of your stomach begin to grow tighter and tighter. “That’s it baby, fuck my fingers. Know how she likes ‘em nice and deep” he said before returning his tongue to your dripping cunt, pushing you closer and closer to your impending orgasm. This time however, the movements of his tongue were a little different than what he was doing before. This time, you couldn’t help but notice that it almost felt as if he was spelling something on your clit with his tongue. As if writing out words on your sensitive bud, then it hit you. He was spelling his name on you, laying claim to you by putting his name on your most sacred place that only he was privy to. He was marking his territory.

You giggled as you noticed it, finding it a rather clever move on his part. He always claimed how marking you up with hickies and bite marks was a way of claiming you, marking you as his, but this was a first. “Pussy’s all fuckin’ mine now” he said, making you chuckle. “Was always yours Lo, no one else’s. Always gonna be your girl” you said, making him groan into you at your response. “Say it again” he ordered, pumping his fingers in and out of you at the perfect pace to get you closer to your peak. “Always gonna be your girl, Lo” you repeated, watching the muscles in his bicep flex and the veins pop out slightly beneath his skin as he worked you with his fingers. “So fuckin’ good to me. Gonna cum for me, pretty? Feel you squeezin’ my fingers nice and tight” he asked, making you shake your head yes in reply as he looked up at you, and fuck he could have bust in his pants just at the sight of you. You leaned back on your hands that sat behind you, your chest rising and falling with each labored breath, your gorgeous tits peaking through the thin fabric of your night dress as your gaze fixed upon him with those siren eyes that he swore had him transfixed since the moment he’d met you. You were ethereal. “Cum for me baby, wanna show you how much I missed you” he said, and just as his lips came back to your clit, that was all your body needed to send you toppling over the edge. Your thighs closed against his head, squeezing him tight as he helped you ride out your high. He moaned into you as your legs clamped around his head, feeling his dick twitch in his pants as you did. You felt him squeeze your ass tightly in his hands his nails digging into your skin, only adding to the buzzing sensation flowing through you as you slowly came down from cloud nine.

You released him from your grip as you realized you’d held him there, likely keeping him from being able to breathe. “Shit, sorry…” you apologized in a whisper, your voice sounding ragged as you did your best to calm down. “Nothin’ t’ be sorry for” he said with a confident grin before standing back up, allowing you to see just what you do to him. “Did you cum just from eating me out?” You asked, a slight blush on your cheeks from fluster and the lack of oxygen as your breathing only now started to return to a normal rhythm. “What can I say? Love makin’ you feel good” he replied, making you grin as he kissed you, paying no mind to the taste of you that danced on his tongue still. “She’s the only thing that could ever top those brownies” he added into the kiss, making you giggle. “That good, huh?” You asked with a cocky grin, making him groan into your shared kiss. “See for yourself” he said before running his tongue along your bottom lip, nudging you to open your mouth and allowing the kiss to deepen as your tongues fought in a battle for dominance over the other.

You peered back over to the timer, twenty five minutes left until they were done. Suddenly having to wait so long didn’t seem so grueling after all. “Know how often I think about bending you over this counter?” He asked into your slightly more frenzied kiss as you worked at his belt buckle to undo it. “How often?” You asked, both teasingly and because you were curious of how much he’d fantasized about it. “Every fuckin’ morning” he answered truthfully, making you hum in reply as you bit your lip, holding back a giggle as that thought sent butterflies to your stomach. “Then do it” you challenged him, making a near feral growl leave the depths of his chest as he pulled you down from the ledge and bent you over the counter top. You felt him grind himself against your ass through his jeans to tease before finally you heard the sounds of him taking off his belt and undoing his jeans. “You know how much restraint it takes me when I see you in here cooking or baking? When you gotta bend over to grab something our get on your tip toes to reach somethin’?” He asked before lifting up your night gown up, scrunching it at your hips and exposing your bare ass and cunt to the chilled air from the way your back was arched. “Takes everything in me not to fuck you senseless. To ruin this pretty pussy in the same place where we eat breakfast every morning” he said, making you whine at the thought, and moan as he tapped the tip of his dick against your sensitive clit. “Bet you’d fuckin’ love that, wouldn’t you sweetheart?” He asked, making you bite your lip and shake your head yes as you gripped the counter, preparing yourself for what was to come. “Fuck, Logan, please! Need you so bad” you whined as he moved his head between your folds, collecting your wetness on his tip and shaft before finally pressing at your waiting hole. You moaned at the blissful stretch, feeling your eyes roll back as he inched his way inside of you. Your breathing started to grow sporadic again, feeling him graze all your most sensitive spots before finally sheathing himself all the way inside, his tip gently tapping the apex to your cervix as he waited for you to adjust to his size. “So tight, fuck. Perfect fit, ‘s like she was made for me” he praised sweetly, littering your shoulder and neck with soft, sweet kisses to help you work through the momentary burn of him stretching you. Didn’t matter how long you spent with him, how often you two would be intimate, the sheer size of him would always ruin you every time, but you couldn’t imagine it any other way.

Your knuckles began to turn white from the grip you had on the counter top, feeling your eyes roll back in your head as he ravaged you. You were doing the absolute best that you could to remain quiet, but his hot groans and feral growls in your ear as his hips pistoned into you left you with the impression that he didn’t give a damn if he woke anyone up or if someone walked in. He’d wanted this for far too long and at this rate, nothing was going to stop him from having you unless you explicitly told him to. But judging by the way you were moaning his name and begging him for more, paired with the half lidded, lust ridden look on your face told him you weren’t going to be asking him to stop anytime soon. You were nervous at one point about anyone possibly waking up, or coming into the kitchen and finding you two before, but now your mind was so fogged by pleasure, so devoid of anything save for his name leaving your lips like a prayer that you truly couldn’t care enough to worry about that anymore. All you cared about was him and sharing in this moment with him. The rest of the world didn’t exist to either of you right then, all that mattered was having you pinned against the counter top and him drilling into you at an almost unforgiving pace. You could hear the soft sounds of his hips meeting your ass and the faint clap of his balls against your clit, only pushing you closer and closer to your breaking point. His one hand held your hip with a bruising grip, as the other rested beside you, holding him up and steadying him. “Logan! Right there! Fuck, just like that” you moaned as quietly as you could, making him chuckle at how desperate you sounded. “Yeah? Fuck, takin’ me so good. Feel so good around me” he said, and you could barely even babble out a coherent response through your pants and moans, making him chuckle again. “Poor thing. There isn’t a thought in that pretty head of yours right now, is there?” He asked in his usual cocky tone, his hand coming to your throat to pull you up against him, pulling your back against his broad chest, making your eyes flutter closed as he squeezed your throat, choking you a little as he fucked into you mercilessly. You shook your head no in reply, not trusting your voice enough to respond verbally. Not that you had anything coherent to say in response aside from his name. You could practically feel the grin that stretched to his lips at your response, he always loved when he would get you cock drunk. “Feels s’ good!” You babbled out the best you could, making him groan by your ear. “Doin’ so good for me baby. Been needin’ this all day, been needin’ you” he said, making you whine in response and clench around him, earning a growl from him. “Oh ya like when I tell you how much I need you? How desperate I am for you? God you drive me fuckin’ wild” he said, and you felt as his pace started to get sporadic, his movements no longer calculated and fluid telling you he was reaching his peak. “Come on princess, cum for me. Know you can give me one more” he spoke, reaching around and rubbing your clit in tight circles. “Fuck! Logan, ‘m gonna-“ you tried to warn, but by the time the words left your lips, your back had already arched from him and your orgasm had washed over you like a tidal wave of pure ecstasy. Your eyes rolled back, stomach tightening then releasing and had it not been for his hand swiftly covering your mouth, you know you would have been too loud. You felt your legs shake as your release gushed from you, your cunt clenching him tight, milking him and coating his dick in your slick as he growled in your ear with his own release. You sighed blissfully at the feel of him pulsing inside of you, each hot rope coating your walls white with his seed as he released himself deep inside of you.

You both took a moment to try and catch your breath, enjoying the after glow while he was still inside of you. You hummed contentedly as he kissed you sweetly before resting his head against your back. Your sweet moment was cut short however by the sound of the timer on the oven going off, making Logan rustle to turn it off as quick as he could while still managing to be balls deep inside of you. You laughed as you rested your head against the kitchen counter, realizing that the brownies were done just in time. Or perhaps it was the other way around. “Maybe you should bake with me more often” you quipped as he finally pulled out of you, helping you clean up before he redressed and helped you fix your nightgown. He laughed at your idea, watching you bend down to grab the brownies from the oven with an oven mitt before placing them on the stove top, cutting them into pieces and allowing them to cool. “You really want *me* to help you bake?” He asked, knowing his baking skills were inferior compared to that of his cooking skills. “If it ends like *that* every time, absolutely I do” you replied, making you both laugh before grabbing a brownie and feeding him a bite. Something about it was so tender, so domestic that for a moment, he could see himself living the rest of his days like this with you. For once he felt like he no longer needed to run, no longer needed to be alone. He had you, and with you, he had a home. And your delicious brownies only further sweetened the deal.

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moussedoodles · 1 month ago

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I KNOW I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF A COMIC-OFF WITH TAY BUT HAVE WE GUYS MADE A MAFIA AU FOR OUBING YET??????? LIKE,,, CONSIDER,,, (long as yap sess below)

The Li Family was a line that birthed many honorable figures in the field of law, with it's heads having been retired officers while their oldest sons, Jinzha and Muzha, went off to become a great lawyer and officer respectively in their own right.

Nezha, their youngest son, meanwhile, grew up to be a... problem child, to put it mildly. Despite excelling academically, especially under his tutor Taiyi Zhenren, his loud and brash attitude often invited scorn from other parents, teachers and classmates alike, and the occasional bouts of vandalism, destruction of property and pranks didn't help his reputation either. Nezha grew up to be named the rotten delinquent of the noble Li family, and though his family loved him unconditionally, flaws and all, and tried their best to lead him onto a good path, that never stopped the rumors and open fear their neighbors held for him. So, the young master leaned into it, unintentionally founding a gang and recruiting the very group of fellow rascals that bullied him once upon a time as his underlings.

He's a young man who looks like he's nothing but trouble– and he is– but there's more to him than just that. The young master of the Li family still a really sweet kid, and he loves and cares for his family just as much as they care for him in turn, he just leaned into the delinquent, "demonic" persona the town had created for him as he grew up as an unconscious way to cope and protect himself, because he doesn't need to think about disgracing his family or his future, not when people have already made a mold for him to fit into. Why think and fear and be anxious about what the future holds? Why keep trying to prove and gain the acceptance of others when no matter how hard he tries or how many of his own mistakes he tries to fix, it's never enough and almost always ends up worse? It's better to be the terror they believe you to be than to keep trying on what's basically a Sisyphean task. (Think the Nezha birthday crash out in the first movie [2019] except instead of letting loose and succumbing to his demonic instincts, he's letting loose and becoming a gang leader)

His relationship with his former bullies-turned-gang members are really sweet too actually. They've turned into this dumb lil friend group that pull stunts and schemes every now and again (petty thievery, vandalism, street fights with gangs outside their own), but still care enough about their own, self-appointed territory of Chentang Guan to actively help around the community (even despite both their reputation as a group and their leader's reputation especially), and pull their own sort of vigilante justice when they find actual injustice. Despite their bad reputation, the boys have done their part to lift their own community up for the better while keeping bad influences out and at bay.

The Loong family meanwhile, are the actual big shots. A wealthy mafia family that– after being back stabbed by their own allies– were forced to flee deep into the underbelly of the city they once ruled over under iron claws and just eyes after the deaths of Ao Guang's eldest sons and wife.

They pull strings and set pieces behind the scenes in hopes of pulling their family out from the ashes of their own, tarnished name. Despite being, well, a crime syndicate, the Loong family proved to be a strict and noble group that kept the rotten, unwanted and shunned from society in line. Without them, worse crimes have begun to go unchecked and unregulated, and whatever rot they've been keeping an eye on for generations have begun to spread.

But, before they can move up, claw their way back into the throne that's been wrongly taken away from them, they need to start small, taking territories from smaller groups to grow their numbers and power.

And if one of those territories happen to be Chentang Guan? Well, let's hope Ao Bing, the so called "Dragon prince" and heir to the Loong family line is ready, because a demon haunts the streets of the pass, and won't go down without a fight.

#I'LL DRAW THIS SOON #.... MAYBE....#AFTER I CLEAN UP MY COMIC SKETCH EKDJDJS #nezha #nezha 2025 #ao bing #nezha 2 #oubing #nezha 2019 #bingzha #Au #Mafia au #Alternate universe #Rambles #Mafia x Gang leader au

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moonshinesonic-moonstarslight · 5 months ago

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More Little Villains!

MQF: So Shen-shixiong and Shang-shixiong ran into a pile of plants. Two of which you have identified as Parents Longing Blossom and Baren Soul Lotus, correct?

SQQ agrees while SQH is staring up at the ceiling dead eyed, two slumbering children tucked against him. (The trip back to the sect was... A thing SQH doesn't want to recall right now. The kids are definitely some versions of the ogs, though. Of that he's sure on now.)

MQF: *hums before directing SQQ over to be examined first, fully aware that getting the other three will take some time so first handle the one not buried* Did either of you recall any reactions or symptoms of any sort?

SQQ: *remembers falling onto SQH and feeling something in his gut at the fact his friend was under him groaning and whining softly, then the tingly feeling going down his neck and through his spine and arms, before seeing the growing red and black marks appearing on Airplane's neck and pulling the man out of the plants only to notice that he had the same marks on his arms* /gives description of events while not admitting to having a similar feeling in his gut only days ago when he ended up falling on top of SQH while they were goofing around/

MQF: I see. And were there any further reactions after you both got out? *Checks arms and gently prods spirit veins to check on the WOC)

SQQ: *winces at the memory of SQH coughing up green and blue goop, leaking black from his eyes, and the screams of pain and terror as the man clawed at his neck, arms, and his thighs. And the agony of white and green goo coming out of his own arms* Yes ../goes into extreme detail because he knows Airplane won't and he is rightfully worried about his friend/

Shen Jiu: *just woke up and is listening, bleary-eyed and tired he pokes Shang Si awake (SQH fell into a doze, he's so tired) and gets him to listen in as well*

Shang Si: *grumpy at being woken up, listens to SQQ describing the what is basically their rebirth into this world, rolls his eyes and curls back onto Mama's chest*

Shen Jiu: *scowls, turns his attention to Mu-shidi talking with the strange entity in his old body, is not happy with this but Shang-shidi has a plan, now if only the brat was awake to help him put it into action*

SQH: *unconsciously pulls children closer*

Shen Jiu: *still in the body of a 13month old, is starting to feel hungry, has been harassing Shang-shidi's cosmic entity the whole time back to the sect and isn't going to stop now, especially when the reactions are well worth the humiliation he suffers* Mama. *Pulls at robes* Mama, milk.

SQH: *dragged from his doze, and is so very tired of this insistence for milk he doesn't have* A-Jiu.. Mama doesn't have milk. Shidi could you please send a disciple for some? I fear of being assaulted and sucked on for non-existent milk here.

SQQ: *quietly* They have tried already at least once per child. Thankfully they are old enough for soft food so we had fed them, even though they were insistent on trying to breastfeed.

MQF: *wants to laugh, very much not laughing because he's a professional and Shang-shixiong's scary when tired and just done with the world* Of course. Shang-shixiong, do you have a wrist I can see?

SQH: *shuffling kids, tries to hand one over to SQQ* Bro. Shixiong. Tears or no tears, please.

SQQ: *takes Shen Jiu, because while he is willing to help he is not dealing with a screaming Shang Si, who'll not be happy with waking up away from Mama, if he can help it* A-Jiu, you'll be good and let Mu-shidi look over Mama without a fuss, right?

Shen Jiu: *hungry, not pleased with being in the arms of a man even if it's his old body, knows Mu-shidi has dealt with worse than screaming children, promptly starts grumbling and fussing*

SQQ: *knowing where this is going and one crying kid is better than both so he's making his way to the door* We're going to be just outside if you need us shidi.

MQF: *back from sending a disciple for milk and a few other things* Certainly, shixiong.

SQH: *exhausted and wants this over with* Not moving Xiao Si unless you want a second screaming child.

MQF: That's fine Shixiong. *Pokes and prods around sleeping baby* So, A-Jiu and Xiao Si?

SQH: *fully aware of the layers to that question* They respond to our given names and nothing else really. But calling someone Xiao Jiu feels weird when "Xiao Jiu" is standing next to me. And I don't know how to feel about someone calling a child who looks like but isn't me "A-Si".

MQF: Understandable. Now, tell me what happened. *Fully aware of he going to have to pull answers out, given that the man is exhausted and an exhausted SQH is a petty petty man*

SQH: *grumbles but starts talking*

{To be continued ~(^-^)~}

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dominiquelucalover · 5 months ago

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"Friendly" Competition

Blurb for @nervousmagazinefestival

Summary: Luca and his gf have a competition over who can cook the best pancakes so they have a blind taste test at HQ 😂 (<- actual req)

A/N: I hope this okay. It was super cute and I enjoyed writing it.

It started with a harmless comment about who was the better cook, yourself or Luca, and from there it snowballed. Beginning in your kitchen quickly spread to HQ as you and Luca wanted to see how the team would respond to such a question. The catch being that they wouldn't know who made which stack of pancakes. So, both woke up earlier than usual, hit the store on the way to work, and went straight to the kitchen to get started.

By the time the team arrived, they smelled the sweetness of freshly made pancakes with a few extra sides to satisfy everyone there. They'd gotten a text in the group chat to not eat breakfast because they'd be treated to something special when they got to HQ. No one was disappointed to hear that, except to Rocker who when asked if he could have some, that it was 20 David only,

Everything was almost ready when everyone rolled in, so Luca ushered them out while trying not to burn a pan of soft, fluffy pancakes. Street whined about how hungry he was before the door shut and leaned against the wall with a pout. It wasn't long before they were let back inside and saw the table filled with a fruit bowl, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, orange juice, and of course two domes covering the ready to eat pancakes. You and Luca had gone a little overboard with the whole thing, but you figured it you'd asked them to wait, you had to make up for it.

"All we ask is that you try both types of pancakes and tell us which one you like best," you explain.

Deacon raised an eyebrow as he filled his plate. "This is about pancakes?"

"Yeah, man," Luca said, grinning softly. "She said she made a better pancake than me, so I had to show her how it's done. All in good fun, of course."

You laughed beside him and patted his arm. "We'll see about that, love."

Street was shoving food in his mouth like a monster and Chris was looking at him disgusted as she tried to enjoy her meal. Then she looked at you and said, "I don't know how reliable Street's answer is going to be. I'm not sure he can distinguish anything flavor from the way he's about to choke on his food."

He gave her a sharp look but immediately dropped it when you slapped him on the back. "Calm down there, Streeter, we've got more than enough for you."

"Hey," he said with his mouthful, swallowing before speaking again. "You're the one that asked us to not eat this morning."

"They also got here early to make us this meal, so why don't you say thank you and eat," Hondo said, making everyone laugh.

By the end, everyone had their answer to the question you'd posed. All the pancakes were gone, leaving behind the empty plates they'd once been stacked upon. To cast their vote, everyone put their fork on the plate of the pancake they'd enjoyed the best.

"I gotta give it to the cinnamon," Tan commented as he dropped his fork with a loud clang.

Chris followed after him. "Me too, the vanilla was a nice touch."

"Did we eat the same pancakes? Because the chocolate chip was amazing," Deacon said, satisfied. He looked to you and Luca. "I'll need that recipe for the kids, they'll love it for sure."

Hondo grinned and put his fork on the chocolate chip plate.

Then all eyes turned to Street, who was wiping his mouth of syrup. He looked up and shook his head. He looked at the couple standing at the end of the table, waiting for his verdict. "It has to be up to me? Really?"

"That's usually how ties work," you told him, smiling. "Don't choose wrongly."

He sighed and thought for a moment, then held up his fork to drop. "The best pancake was-"

But before he could finish his sentence, the door opened and Hicks was calling them to duty. An active shooter was terrorizing a neighborhood and he needed his best team out there yesterday. Everybody got up, throwing down napkins and quickly heading to the locker room to gear up, the little competition forgotten about for the time being.

Maybe they'd come back to it later...

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airandyeah · 4 months ago

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Animals (Alpha!Sukuna X Alpha!Toji X Omega!Reader) Pt.15

My Masterlist Series Masterlist Warnings: Obvious A/B/O dynamics, suggestive comments or actions, just generally Minors DNI-just in case. This will be similar to Pink Pony Club and Sins, where I just mark every chapter as 18+ This also has the general warning of Toji and Sukuna both honestly being menaces. The rest of the smut from chapter 14 can be found on my AO3, as Tumblr hated me for how long it was.

After the haze of heat finally settled, the three of you lay tangled in the sheets, the air still thick with the remnants of your shared need. Your body ached in the best way, your instincts purring in satisfaction, but your mind was still reeling from everything that had just happened.

Toji was the first to move, lazily stretching an arm over his head as he exhaled a deep, satisfied sigh. "Damn," he muttered, voice husky from exertion. "Didn't think you'd be able to keep up, but you proved me wrong, sweetheart."

Sukuna huffed from the other side of you, fingers trailing idly along your thigh, tracing patterns into your overheated skin. "She was made for this," he said smugly, his sharp gaze flicking down to you. "Look at her—completely spent, but still clinging to us like she doesn't want us to leave."

You let out a breathless scoff, too tired to snap back but not about to let them think they had won entirely. "Maybe I just don’t wanna move yet," you murmured, shifting just enough to burrow deeper into the warmth of their bodies.

Toji chuckled, low and deep, his hand resting on your hip, possessive and firm. "Guess that means we did our job right," he teased, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder.

Sukuna's lips curled into a smirk as he pulled you against him, his grip tightening just enough to remind you that this wasn't just a one-time thing. "Oh, we’re far from done with you, little omega," he murmured, voice dark with promise. "You said you wanted both of us. That means you’re ours now."

A shiver ran down your spine—not from fear, but from the sheer weight of his words. The reality of it settled deep in your chest, a thrilling, intoxicating truth.

Yours.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Toji let out a deep chuckle, stretching his arms behind his head as he smirked down at you. “Damn, with how much you were taking us, I wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up carrying our pups.”

Your eyes snapped open, and without hesitation, you smacked his chest—hard enough to make a satisfying sound but not enough to actually hurt him. “Don’t even joke about that!” you huffed, glaring at him as heat crawled up your neck. “Megumi would be pissed if he suddenly had to be an older brother by that many years.”

Toji just laughed, completely unbothered, while Sukuna snorted from the other side of you. “Imagine how much therapy he’d need if you started popping out pups.”

You groaned, covering your face with both hands. “You need therapy,” you muttered, but the amused lilt in your voice betrayed you.

Toji hummed, rubbing his chin in fake contemplation. “Nah, I think he’d get over it. Might take a while, but he’d come around. Hell, maybe he’d even like having a little sibling to terrorize.”

You peeked at him through your fingers, narrowing your eyes. “Why do I feel like you’re actually considering this?”

Toji shrugged, grinning in that lazy, infuriating way of his. “Dunno, guess the idea’s kinda cute.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes. “The only thing cute here is how flustered she’s getting.” He reached out, pulling your hands away from your face with a sharp-toothed smirk. “Relax, sweetheart. We’ll give you a little time before we start putting those instincts of yours to real use.”

Your breath hitched at the implication, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you stumble over your words. Instead, you shoved Sukuna’s face away with your palm, making him laugh.

Toji grinned, watching the two of you with an easy amusement. “Guess we’ll just have to keep practicing ‘til she’s used to the idea.”

You groaned again, but even as you tried to glare at them, you couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips. ~~~ Mornings for the next two years were peaceful—almost domestic, in a way that none of them had ever expected. Toji and Sukuna took turns cooking breakfast, sometimes bickering over who made the better eggs or who got to brew the coffee. You would sit at the table, watching them with a smirk as you enjoyed whatever they put in front of you. Then you would all head to work together.

Somewhere in between all of that—between stolen kisses before they left, the lazy moments tangled together in bed, and the nights they spent murmuring soft promises against your skin—they had actually said it.

I love you.

Said with a gruff smirk from Toji, his rough hand cupping your jaw as he whispered it against your lips.

Said with a low, confident chuckle from Sukuna, his sharp eyes watching your reaction before he sealed it with a kiss.

And now? Now, you sat at the table, sipping your coffee like nothing was different—except there were fresh mating marks on both sides of your neck, standing stark against your skin.

And across from you, the teens were losing their shit.

Megumi had his head in his hands, groaning as if the weight of the world had just been dropped on his shoulders. "I knew this would happen," he muttered.

Yuji, on the other hand, was staring at you with wide eyes, bouncing in his seat like an overexcited puppy. “Holy shit, you actually let them mate you? Both of them?! That’s insane! That’s—wait, which one did it first? Or did they do it at the same time?”

Nobara smacked him upside the head, looking equally scandalized and impressed. “That’s not the point, dumbass! The point is that she’s basically tied to both of them forever now. What the hell is that even gonna look like?”

You took another sip of coffee, hiding your amused smile behind the mug. “Well,” you said, setting it down with a satisfied hum, “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Megumi groaned louder. "I don't want to see anything."

Yuji still looked like he had a million more questions, while Nobara just shook her head in exasperation.

And you? You just sat back, watching their reactions with a smug little smirk—because, at the end of the day, your life had never been more perfect.

There was never a wedding—no need for one. Not when the marks on your neck spoke louder than any vows could.

Still, that didn’t stop them from calling you wifey.

“Oi, wifey, you seen my damn tie?” Toji would grumble, half-dressed and searching through the mess of clothes in your shared bedroom.

“Wifey, get your cute ass over here,” Sukuna would purr, sprawled out on the couch with that lazy, satisfied smirk, eyes flicking over you like he was ready to drag you into his lap.

It had started as teasing—something to rile you up, make you roll your eyes. But over time, it settled into something more, something unspoken but understood. There may not have been rings, no ceremony or grand declarations in front of others, but you were theirs.

What made it even more apparent than the marks was the soft bump in your tummy after the third year.

It hadn’t been planned—at least, not in any conscious way. But with the way Toji and Sukuna had always been all over you, hands roaming, mouths claiming, instincts tangled up in yours, maybe it was inevitable.

You weren’t even the one to say it first.

It was Toji who noticed, sharp eyes catching the subtle change in your scent before his hands found your stomach, rubbing slow circles over the slight swell. Sukuna, of course, was more dramatic about it, licking his lips and grinning like he’d just won a bet.

“Looks like we really did knock up our little omega,” Sukuna had mused, tone smug but eyes burning with something softer.

Toji just huffed, pressing his palm more firmly against you. “Damn right we did.” Now, after ten years, you sat on the porch, watching the chaos unfold before you. Two little girls ran around the yard, their laughter echoing through the trees. One had wild pink hair that stuck up in every direction, just like Sukuna’s, her little sharp canines poking out as she grinned mischievously. The other had slightly messy black locks, a clear sign she took after Toji, though her eyes—just like her sister’s—were all yours.

They were a handful, a perfect mix of trouble and charm, and both carried the unmistakable scent of alphas in the making.

Sukuna lounged beside you, one arm thrown over the back of your chair, a smug grin on his lips as he watched his daughter tackle her sister to the ground. “Atta girl,” he muttered approvingly.

Toji, on the other hand, pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oi, knock it off before one of you breaks something.”

“But she started it!” the pink-haired one whined, only to get an equally loud “Did not!” from her sister.

You sighed, shaking your head. “You two are impossible.”

Although the transition had been difficult, the teens had eventually settled into their new reality. Megumi, despite his usual gruff demeanor, was nothing but kind and patient with his little sister. He would let her tug at his sleeves, follow him around, and even sit on his lap while he read—though he’d grumble about it the entire time.

Yuuji, on the other hand, had taken to being a cousin with pure enthusiasm. He adored both girls, but he had a soft spot for the pink-haired troublemaker. “She’s just like me!” he’d say proudly, grinning as she clung to him like a monkey.

Sukuna hated it.

“She’s not like you, brat,” he would growl, watching his daughter happily sit on Yuuji’s shoulders. “She’s mine.”

Yuuji would just laugh, unfazed. “Guess you should’ve thought about that before you had kids, huh?”

Toji found the whole thing hilarious, often sitting back with his arms crossed, smirking as Sukuna fumed. You? You were just grateful for the love surrounding your children—chaotic as it was.

You swore you would never treat them the way your family had treated you—never make them feel unwanted, never let them think they had to earn your love. And you didn’t.

You were there through every scraped knee and midnight nightmare, through their first words and first fights. You listened when they rambled about nonsense, held them when they cried, and made sure they knew, without a doubt, that they were loved.

Sukuna was strict, but never cruel. He demanded respect but always gave it back in kind. He was protective, terrifyingly so, but your daughters never feared him. Instead, they giggled at his grumbling and clung to him just as tightly as they did to you.

Toji was their safe space—the one who let them get away with just a little too much, who always had a lazy smirk and a knowing glint in his eye. He let them sit on his shoulders, sneak extra sweets, and he never, ever let them doubt that he would fight the entire world for them.

And you? You were their home. No matter what happened, no matter how much chaos surrounded your family, your daughters always knew one thing: their mother loved them unconditionally. ~~~ Both Sukuna and Toji were less than pleased when their daughters came home in their teen years smelling like they had Omega all over them.

The moment the scent hit their noses, the entire house went still. Sukuna’s sharp eyes flickered with something dark, his lips curling back just enough to reveal a hint of his fangs. Toji, on the other hand, let out a slow exhale, running a hand down his face as if already preparing for a fight.

“Who the fuck was close enough to scent you?” Sukuna growled, his voice dropping into something dangerous.

Your eldest daughter, the one with Sukuna’s wild pink hair, froze in place, eyes wide before she scowled. “It’s not a big deal.”

Toji scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Not a big deal? Kid, you reek.”

Your younger daughter, with her slightly messy black locks, shifted uncomfortably beside her sister. “It was just some friends—”

Sukuna slammed a hand against the wall, making the entire room shake. “Friends don’t scent-mark friends unless they’re claiming them.” His crimson gaze flickered between the two girls. “Tell me who they are. Now.”

Your eldest squared her shoulders, glaring back at him with that same defiant fire he had passed down to her. “I’m not telling you shit.”

Toji let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Oh, you’ve got your mother’s attitude, alright.” His expression darkened slightly as he looked at you. “You better talk to them before Sukuna decides to scare every Omega in town.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. This was going to be a long night.

“Alright, here’s how this is gonna go,” you started, voice calm but leaving no room for argument. “You’re going to bring them by the house so we can meet them. Properly.”

Both girls stiffened, their faces shifting between defiance and nervousness.

“And if this ever happens again before that?” You gave them a sweet smile—one that had them wary before you finished, “You’ll be in trouble. And by that, I mean I’ll be handing you over to Ryo.”

Sukuna let out a low, wicked chuckle, his fangs flashing. “Oh, I like that idea.” He turned his sharp gaze back to the girls, amusement dancing in his crimson eyes. “I’d love to have a little… chat with them.”

Your eldest daughter tensed, taking a step forward. “Mom—”

“No arguing,” you cut her off. “This isn’t a discussion.”

Toji hummed, grinning lazily as he leaned against the counter. “Smart decision, sweetheart. Gotta make sure these little punks are good enough for our girls.”

Your younger daughter groaned, rubbing her face. “This is so embarrassing.”

“Oh, no, sweetheart.” Sukuna smirked. “Embarrassing is when I track them down myself. I suggest you take your mother’s offer while it’s still on the table.”

Both girls exchanged looks before letting out exasperated sighs.

“Fine,” your eldest muttered, rolling her eyes. “We’ll bring them over.”

Your younger daughter nodded reluctantly. “But you guys better not scare them off.”

You gave them a knowing smile. “That depends on them.”

Sukuna and Toji just grinned. Oh, those poor Omegas had no idea what they were walking into.

You couldn't help but feel a little bad for the boys when they arrived. As much as Sukuna and Toji were practically dripping with possessive energy, it wasn't lost on you how intimidating they could be. The poor guys were practically shaking in their boots, trying to maintain some semblance of composure under the weight of your two men’s overbearing glares.

You heard Sukuna’s voice low, a dangerous growl slipping from his throat as he looked the boys up and down. “You sure you want to walk into this mess? Because if you think you can handle these two—”

Before he could finish, you shot up from your seat and slapped his arm hard, cutting him off with an exaggerated eye roll. “Ryo, not now. Knock it off.” You turned to Toji, who was quietly sizing up the boys, his hand on his chin in an almost theatrical fashion, grinning wickedly. “Toji, seriously. Stop looking at them like that. You're giving them heart attacks.”

Toji raised a brow but didn’t protest, though he was clearly enjoying the tension. “They should know what they’re getting into.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “I swear, you two are impossible.”

The boys stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, stiff, glancing between the two men who were looking at them like prey. You smiled sweetly at them, though you could see the subtle fear in their eyes. “Sorry about them. They think scaring you is some kind of initiation.”

One of them muttered nervously, “No problem. We’ll be fine… right?”

Before you could reassure them, Sukuna leaned in close, his voice playful but still carrying that edge. “You’ll be fine. As long as you remember who’s boss around here.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a stern look. “Seriously, don’t push them. They’re not going anywhere if you keep this up.”

Both men exchanged a look and grinned, the dangerous edge in their expressions never fully leaving, but they knew better than to push it too far.

Sukuna grumbled a little, dropping his shoulders in a mock sigh. “Fine, fine. But they need to get used to the idea.”

With a sigh of relief, you turned back to the boys, offering them a genuine, warm smile. “Don't mind them. They just want to make sure you're worthy of my daughters, but really? They’re all bark and no bite—mostly.”

Toji chuckled, but even he seemed to back off, his usual teasing demeanor softening just enough. “We’ll let you off the hook for today. But don’t think we’re done sizing you up. Next time, bring your A-game.”

You gave both men a pointed look, silently reminding them they had already scared the boys enough. Turning back to the boys, you took a deep breath and gently gestured for them to sit. “Come on, relax. Let's get to know each other properly.”

Both boys hesitated before slowly sitting down, casting wary glances toward Sukuna and Toji, who were still very much watching them.

It was going to be a long, interesting night, but you couldn’t help but smile at the way your family had grown—and the lengths they were willing to go to protect it.

You raised an eyebrow at the boys' explanation, trying to hold back the small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. They looked so nervous, like they were confessing to a crime they weren't sure they'd escape from. Both of them fidgeted, glancing around at Toji and Sukuna, who were still giving them that dangerous, unblinking stare.

One of them cleared his throat, his voice a little shaky. “Uh, we—well, we just... wanted to apologize. We didn’t mean to cause any trouble, really. It wasn’t like we were the ones who, uh, started it. The girls, uh... well, they, uh, scent-marked us first.”

The other boy nodded vigorously, adding, “Yeah, they insisted. We didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but, uh, it kinda just happened. We didn’t know how to handle it.”

Sukuna, his lips curling into an amused but still menacing grin, leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “So it’s their fault, huh?” he drawled, his voice dripping with mock amusement. “You think we’re just gonna buy that? You’re saying they marked you first? That’s rich.”

Toji let out a quiet chuckle, his gaze still focused on the boys. “Kids these days have no respect for boundaries,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I’d think you two would have more control, but hey, if you’re gonna let them get away with it...”

You couldn’t help but smile at how they were still so protective—almost possessive—of their daughters. But you weren’t going to let the boys take the full blame for something they really had no control over.

You sighed, raising your hand to calm them down. “Alright, alright. Let’s not make this a bigger deal than it needs to be.” You turned to the boys with a stern, but not unkind, look. “I get it. I do. But you need to know, my daughters are strong-willed. They don’t do anything they’re not ready for, and they made their choice just as much as you did.”

The boys both looked relieved, though still embarrassed. One of them sheepishly scratched the back of his neck, while the other shot you a grateful look.

“We’re really sorry,” the first one said. “We didn’t mean to make anyone uncomfortable. We just didn’t know what else to do when they—uh—did that. It’s like... it’s kind of hard to resist.”

You chuckled softly, knowing full well what they meant. “Yeah, I can imagine. It’s not easy when the girls have their sights set on something—or someone.”

The tension in the room had started to settle, though Sukuna and Toji weren’t ready to let the boys off the hook just yet. They were still giving them that look—the look that said they better not screw up.

“But you’re right,” you continued, shifting your focus back to your two men. “We need to keep this all in perspective. They’re our daughters. It’s gonna happen, and they need to learn to handle it, just like you boys do.”

Toji finally spoke up, his voice gruff but not unfriendly. “Just don’t think this means you’re off the hook. You’ll need to prove you can handle it. But for now, I’ll give you a pass.”

Sukuna, ever the troublemaker, tilted his head and added, “Yeah, yeah, we’ll let it slide this time. But you two better be ready when it comes time to face the consequences.”

The boys looked like they were about to faint, but they managed to stammer out a few more apologies, and this time, they seemed to understand that the worst of it was over. They had survived the gauntlet, at least for now.

You sighed, giving both of them a reassuring smile. “You’re fine. Just—next time, let’s keep the scenting to a minimum, alright?”

The boys nodded fervently, looking at each other like they were both trying to calm their nerves. As they relaxed, you could finally feel the last bit of tension melting away.

You turned back to Sukuna and Toji, who were still holding their ground but not nearly as aggressive as before. “See? All that for nothing. They’re good kids,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “And they really do care about the girls. That much is obvious.”

Sukuna just gave you a knowing look, his grin turning predatory. “You sure about that?��

Toji snorted, muttering under his breath, “They’ve got a lot to prove still.”

You rolled your eyes at both of them, but deep down, you knew they would protect the girls just like you would. The family dynamic may have been... unconventional, but it worked. And in the end, that was all that mattered.

Toji crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with the boys. "Just so we're clear," he began, his tone low and serious, "if either of you ever let my daughter come home with bite marks, hickeys, or anything that shows you’ve claimed her—without permission—you will not be having a good time." His voice was calm, but the threat in it was unmistakable, like the calm before a storm.

Sukuna leaned forward, his eyes narrowing, his lips curling into a sinister grin. "You think you're ready for that? You think you can handle my daughter, let alone both of ours? I promise you, if you step out of line, the consequences won’t be pretty." His words were heavy with menace, and you could see the flicker of dangerous amusement in his eyes. He was enjoying this moment, enjoying watching the boys squirm.

The boys stiffened under the weight of their words. The more they tried to hide their nervousness, the more obvious it became that they were completely aware of the trouble they were in. Both of them nodded quickly, their faces pale but resolute. They weren’t about to argue with the two most terrifying men they knew.

"We won’t let it happen," one of them said, his voice a little strained. "We just... we just didn’t know how to handle the situation."

Toji didn’t look convinced. He raised an eyebrow, his expression cold. "I’m not asking for excuses. I’m saying, if that happens again—if my daughters come back with anything that suggests they’ve been claimed... well, let's just say I’ll make sure you regret it."

Sukuna let out a low, dangerous chuckle. "And I’ll be right there to back him up. Don’t think I won’t. Understand?" His words were sharp, meant to drive the point home, to make sure the boys knew exactly what they were getting into.

The boys nodded quickly, their faces a mix of guilt and fear. It was clear they didn’t want to face the wrath of the two alpha figures sitting before them. They didn’t speak up again, knowing that their words would only make things worse.

You couldn’t help but smile inwardly, watching the tension between the men and the boys. The love and protection they had for your daughters was so evident, it almost made you proud. But you also knew they would never let the boys forget how important it was to respect your daughters, and to never forget who was watching over them.

You cleared your throat to break the silence, giving the boys a small, reassuring smile. "Alright, I think we’ve made our point. Just... don’t make things harder than they have to be. The girls are growing up fast, and you both need to be ready for whatever comes next. But... let's keep things civil, alright?"

The boys, still a little shaken but visibly relieved that the worst had passed, nodded in unison. "Understood," they replied quickly, their voices now more steady than before.

Toji and Sukuna exchanged one last, approving look, their intense gazes softening just a little.

"Good," Toji said, uncrossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "We’ll hold you to that."

Sukuna smirked. "You boys better get it together. The girls aren’t going to wait forever." ~~~

Fifteen years later, after all the chaos and challenges, things had finally come full circle. The girls, who had once been naive teens caught up in the wildness of their first crushes and the heat of their instincts, had grown into powerful, confident young women. The boys who had once trembled under the pressure of Sukuna and Toji's intense protective instincts had matured too, proving that they had earned their place.

The families had all come together, and, as much as Toji and Sukuna had once sworn they'd never accept any boy who dared to claim their daughters, they had eventually softened—though not by much. There had been many heated conversations, threats, and a fair share of heart-to-heart moments, but through it all, love had found its way. The boys had earned the respect and trust of the family, and now they stood before them—older, wiser, and more than ready to stand by the women they'd chosen to marry.

The wedding had been an intimate affair, but one that radiated strength and love. Toji and Sukuna, though still as intimidating as ever, had watched with a hint of pride in their eyes as their daughters walked down the aisle, arms intertwined with their chosen mates. It was a strange, full-circle moment. The same men who had once been on the receiving end of their fury were now about to become a permanent part of the family.

The ceremony had been both beautiful and tense, as everyone knew that no matter how much time had passed, some old habits died hard. Sukuna, despite his attempts to look aloof, had a firm grip on his emotions. Toji, while still a man of few words, had given his daughter away with a proud smile, though he was still the first to growl when he saw a suspicious look between the new husbands.

But despite all the muscle and might, the ceremony went off without a hitch. The vows were exchanged, the promises made. It was official. Their daughters were now married to the same boys who had once set off the alarm bells in Toji and Sukuna’s heads, but now, they were family—whether the men liked it or not.

Toji, ever the pragmatic one, had finally admitted with a grunt, "I guess you two aren't as stupid as I thought. But don't make me regret this."

Sukuna had been more straightforward. "You better fucking take care of them. I’ll be watching." His tone left no room for negotiation, and the boys had nodded, understanding that they would have to live up to the standards set by the two most terrifying men in their lives.

And as the years passed, the family grew even closer. The couples settled into a rhythm. There were kids—grandchildren, in fact—and more family gatherings. Toji, Sukuna, and their wives had long since stopped feeling the need to intimidate everyone; they'd learned to embrace the joy of their daughters' happiness, though they still weren’t afraid to make their feelings known when necessary.

You looked at your family—your daughters and their husbands, your partners by your side—and couldn’t help but feel proud. The love that had once seemed so impossible, so out of reach, had blossomed. Through all the pain, the passion, the rawness of it all, this was where it had all led. Your daughters had grown into strong women, and they were happy. They were safe. And most importantly, they had a family who would protect them until the very end.

No one had expected this. Not the crazy twists of fate, the clashes of personalities, or the rough road to get here. But now, as you looked at them—your girls, your mates, your family—you knew that this was exactly where you were meant to be. No regrets. Just love.

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ECHOMOCHA CALLED THIS ONE. HOW THE MERCS WOULD MURDER ME, PERSONALLY. DONT WORRY, I RESPAWN TOO!

scout: scout is more likely to kill me on accident than he is to purposefully kill me. granted, i probably pissed him off to get him to a point where he’s willing to put his hands on me, which is not something scout would normally do. scout will hit most people, but he’s not gonna hit someone he thinks is a girl. and once he got one hit in, depending on if i got up or not, may stress him out enough that he feels the need to finish the job. then he’ll apologize.

soldier: soldier could kill me on purpose or on accident and i doubt he’d care either way. really what i’m more likely to be with soldier is collateral damage. it’s more likely that i am minding my own business and soldier comes in on a rampage. i would get forcibly shoved into the corner of a wall, hit the axis of my skull and disconnect it from my body. soldier wouldn’t think anything about it until he comes by again in a state of calm and sees the body.

pyro: pyro wouldn’t realize what they were doing until it was too late. in pyro’s defense, they thought we were playing! it’s very easy to mistake a scream of terror for screams of joy. it’s a little more difficult to figure out whether or not me pushing is goading them further or if i’m trying to actually get them off of me. and they don’t realize how often they have that axe of theirs in their hands. they’d only get confused when the body stops moving. they’d wonder what happened.

demo: from here, the chances of actually surviving the ordeal is slim to none. i would be one of many of demo’s victims of his crimes of passion. we’d go on a date, i’d tell him i just am not interested (frankly i would ghost him. im terrible about that) and frankly, there is no being “done” with demo unless he’s done with you. so eventually he would just come find me. and if im not particularly interested in him being there and make an attempt to call the cops it’s a wrap. he wouldn’t try to kill me first. he’s just trying to get the phone from my hands. but the harder i fight, the more irritated he gets, and the harder he has to fight me back. he’d end up drowning me in the tub. and then he’d start removing my teeth and hands. i have no real records that are from me as an adult, so if he takes enough parts and gets his hands on my cards i will become unrecognizable and unidentifiable.

heavy: the only thing that makes heavy an easier foe on the defense is the fact that he’d have to catch me. demo can catch me much faster than heavy could. and i would see the man coming. granted, if/when he catches me it’s officially over. he’s not letting go and i can’t fight him off. he’s the immortal snail and i took the deal. heavy wouldn’t feel a need to put me through anything egregious. i am too small, and not worth the waste of supplies to stretch my death out any longer than he can do himself. but he is a man of honor. he would probably just break my neck. fast, easy for him, painful for me if he doesn’t totally sever the brain stem. he might let me bleed out internally if i try to act too tough. though, frankly, if heavy camped around a corner and clotheslined me when i built up the speed my head is going to be cleanly disconnected from my body. chances are he’d get me while im asleep. he would wake me up first, and i wouldn’t see anything past his big fuckin ham hands blocking my field of view.

engineer: the only thing that makes engineer an easier foe than heavy is the fact that the red engineer genuinely doesn’t have the time to dedicate to getting me eradicated from the planet. if dell doesn’t have a plan come our first meeting, i am generally in the clear. between the team and the job, all of his time is spoken for. that means dell has to either have it out for me before we’ve ever met or i made such an egregious social blunder upon first meeting that he decides i don’t deserve the oxygen i breathe. the latter is a very viable option. it would be clean, but it wouldn’t be an easy kill. if i piss him off he’ll shoot me, so it’s better to keep my trap shut. i’m going to die under his watch either way. because i won’t be able to make a run for it either. the sentries are trained on me, the teleporters are inactive. i’d have to make it on foot. and i have no way past dell, nor his machines to have a fair shot. i’m more likely to die in an escape attempt before he’s even able to do what he wants to me. then he’s gotta dump the body. i would become another missing cold case that would never be solved.

medic: i wouldn’t survive a single day with the support boys actively on my ass because i’m stupid and they’re hot. all medic would have to say is “free breast reduction? you want a free breast reduction? put the boob fat in jars of formaldehyde? shake them up a little? little diy boob fat lava lamp? throw in a leg lengthening surgery? i’m feeling nice today :) Get On The Table.” and jingle some keys in my face and i would say “haha, totally my german king i love you so much” and then he’d start scooping my shit out like a pumpkin. he’d keep me awake under the medigun for it because it’s funnier to empty the cavity while i talk. then he’ll say he’s done and shut the medigun off and i would die, immediately, because my body has been emptied of all vital systems needed to keep me alive. he might still put my boobs in a jar. but frankly, the doctor would have to care enough to get me on the table. i don’t have any medical records, so he would have to want to know what’s going on under the skin to even want this to occur. and at this point, he’s got more interesting things happening on that table. i’m a waste of time. i’d end up being a victim because he didn’t want to do paperwork. the doctor’s version of making the bed. a small task completed for a dopamine hit.

sniper: sniper would take me out within five minutes of deciding i have to die. sniper is the only one who would be acutely aware of the fact that i am an idiot, because sniper wouldn’t frighten me in a way that makes me think i need to be on guard. he and scout would be the only mercs that would not trigger a sense of paranoia in me. he would recognize that and it would be my downfall. i also don’t really make attempts to keep tabs on sniper. he’s a grown ass man, i don’t need to know where he is all the time. he’s a busy guy, he’s got things to do! and i would walk outside and get a clean bullet between the eyes. i wouldn’t see the laser. i rarely see the laser when im actually playing the game. do you know how many times a sniper will dominate me on the servers because i don’t learn the sightlines? if he missed, its a lucky break and not any form of knowledge on my end. i don’t consider myself prey in most cases. leaves me open for more aggressive predators who do. and if i’m the indoor/outdoor house cat, sniper is the panther. i’m a snack. light eats. killing me is volunteer work. target practice before battle, even.

spy: the second spy decides he’s sick of seeing my face i’m done for. it’s just about when he would want to do it. because i would genuinely have no clue about spy’s existence in mann co, his schedule nor his workload, it’s more likely i piss spy off by vibes alone. it’s even more likely he saw i was a furry or something in my internet browsing history and decides that’s enough reason for him. frankly i wouldn’t know that spy even knew i existed until he decides he’s ready for me to disappear. i could probably fight spy off once. and it wouldn’t even be because im a formidable opponent, he just assumed i wouldn’t fight it. which would piss him off. so unless i take the split second opportunity while he’s not giving it his all to completely disarm him, and kill him right then and there within the next split second of reaction time, of which is sisyphean in nature, he’s circling the block and emptying the clip before i’ve recovered from the first attempt on my life. and i’ll tell you right now, my reaction time is like half a second. which is still too slow when spy can pull a trigger or knock me off my guard faster than that.

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