#he'll do anything in his power to make sure someone or something else is carrying it out for him though

[yandereunsolved]

Imagine the reader being Yan! Poly Chains deity. You were only a demi-god(dess), the child of the golden goddess Farore. You were hid away within space and time in a temple of your own so that no evil would touch the offspring of one of the golden three. Only—Ganondorf's forces invaded a place hidden by all, and you were forced to flee. You ended up finding The Chain, and they were all absolutely enamored.

Sky surely isn't that obsessed. He only pledges his undying loyalty to you. He has already killed a god once. He will kill another if it will keep you safe. He'd kill the golden goddesses if they tried to take you from the safety of his arms.

Time isn't absolutely possessive of you or anything. He just doesn't want you to leave them. Ever. If your mother or her sisters wanted you somewhere else, then wouldn't they have led you somewhere else? They are all the heroes chosen by the goddesses! That is practically a seal of approval on their part. You are basically already married to him. He already controls everything you do and everyone you talk to. Oh? A ring on your finger. It's just something for protection. It's a mortal custom from his world. You wouldn't dare refuse it, would you?

Legend isn't enamored by your very presence. No, not at all. Can't you see how snarky and rude he acts around you? He always pushes you away and doesn't allow you to touch anything. He's the Link who is most likely to lead you to Hyrule first if even so much as a scratch shows up on you. It's not like Hyrule and Legend have teamed up against the other Links to win your hand. No, not at all. He just wants to pawn you off on someone else. He's got more important things to do. Like enchanting more things to give to you so he can show the others that you are claimed by him.

Hyrule is just curious about you. It's not like he spends every waking moment watching over your figure and fantasizing about you. It's not like he makes sure that you are always healed first. It's not like he reluctantly teamed up with Legend or anything. You find him bathing in the same river as you. Coincidence. Sorry. He just couldn't stay away for too long.

Twilight isn't your personal guard dog at all. He just likes being near you. That isn't a crime! Perhaps he manipulates you a little into always letting him cuddle up to you as Wolfie. Perhaps he is always willing to glare at every other member of The Chain so they stay away from you. He's just a touchy guy, okay? He always has his hands on you. He's always carrying you. It's just a quirk of his. It totally isn't a deeply ingrained obsession he has about you being his mate. The only one he'll back down to is Time, reluctantly.

The Colors just like you—Four does as well. He isn't going to do the 'he totally doesn't like you thing'. His strategy is to be honest with you. He isn't manipulating you! He's just showing you how much better he is than anybody else in The Chain. He splits constantly just because the others are so eager to see you and be with you. He just wants to make you armor and weapons and always keep you in his arms. Is that too much to ask?

Wind just wants you to take him seriously. He's surprised when you do. You're a fan of him? You watched his journey? Wait, you have the ability to do that with your super cool and awesome powers!? Is aged up here and most definitely kind of dorky when it comes to you. He's the most relaxed and socially inept when it comes to the others. Most of his gaslighting, manipulation, and other yandere tendencies are subconscious. He doesn't even realize he is doing anything wrong until one of the others confronts him. It isn't like they are any better about it.

Wars doesn't just flirt with anyone, only with you. He always hopes that The Chain won't end up starting an inter-dimensional war over you. He understands what it's like to have someone madly in love with you that you don't have feelings for. He's the most self-aware of The Chain, hands down. He takes a more traditionally romantic approach. While he may be hesitant to manipulate you because he wants your feelings to be genuine, he has no problem manipulating the other Links. He has no problem with threatening to not help them during battle just so he can get some more time with you.

Wild is the most self-sacrificing. He is also the most self-depreciating. If you have read my headcanons yk yk. He is almost entirely non-verbal. He's only spoken once since you met him. He takes the 'actions speak louder than words' approach. He is willing to fall at your feet and make you depend on his attention. That's one of his dreams, making you just as obsessed with him as he is with you. Another is teaching you Hylian sign.

Bonus: Ravio, Cal, & Sage

Ravio is the most intrigued and illusive. All of the Links can agree that they will try to scare him away from you. That's why he'll randomly pop in and out of your daily life. The two seconds of peace you get a day are interrupted by him. You are prone to being overstimulated since you went from zero contact to an entire group of yanderes. Ravio offers you relaxation, and he even speaks in a quiet voice with you. He gifts you relaxation and sleeping potions. He gives you a bunch of jewels and things he has found. He sees you as a treasure that needs to be protected by him. You are priceless, truly one of kind. Is it so bad that he wants you for himself?

Cal is completely non-verbal. You haven't ever heard him speak. He sees Twilight, Wild, and Sage as his main competitors. Twilight, because he is also your silent protector. Cal is always near you in a protective manner, and he is unable to verbalize his feelings for you. It always allows Twilight to sweep you up off of your feet. Both Wild and Sage are more experienced versions of him. Wild clings to your attention, and at least he was spoken once. Sage is verbal and is able to loudly berate Cal without anyone stepping in. Cal just takes it. It's what he's been taught. At least one good thing comes of this—you, sweet heavenly you. He may be your physical protector, but you are his spiritual protector. You always make sure the others stay off him. Wild is always extremely jealous of this and acts like a wounded animal to get your attention back on him.

Sage is the most apprehensive and combative toward you. The goddesses failed him. Why should he fall madly in love with you like the others? It isn't like he is secretly yearning for you or something. Whatever. He is always willing to try and 'put you in your place'. Yet, you always understand him. You are always there to heal his wounds and give him a shoulder to cry on. You become the one deity that he can believe in. He's willing to maybe absolutely and unabashedly be head over heels in love with you. You like his arm? It's now his favorite part of his body. The rest of The Chain is already plotting how to remove his arm, so you will no longer praise it. Four's hands are already itching towards his tools, and The Colors are screaming to murder him at the top of their lungs.

[maritotoy]

MAUGA X READER (GENDER NEUTRA)

Warning: Violence(Slight) & A bit of swearing

- A Little Bit of Mistake…

You are a part of the team of Overwatch team.

You are a healer and a sniper. This means that if anything ever happens to anyone on this mission, you have to take action fast so they can live. But what about if something happens to you instead? The mission will be compromised, no matter what.

Although you were a skilled healer, some think you were the next Ana, the former army sharpshooter, who is still active out there today.

You’re not sure if it’s because your skills came from Ana or if your abilities evolved in response to your situation. Either way, everyone on this team has been through some shit, so maybe you just need some help too.

Anyway, you're on a mission at the Coral Museum & Learning Center in a museum at Samoa.

It's where you meet your teammates.

The place is crowded with students as well. As you're walking through the exhibit halls, you hear explosion somewhere close by.

The building shakes violently, like it is about to collapse. You see a student running towards you screaming for cover. She bumps into you and falls down as her backpack falls onto the ground with a loud thud. You quickly grab her backpack and lift her up, before she gets hurt.

"Get to the nearest and safest exit," you say. "We have to get you away!" The young lady nods her head before you carry her over to one of the doors. It slides open easily and you quickly usher the girl out, shutting it behind you. After ensuring she is safely on the other side, you ran towards where the explosion had occurred. The area is littered with debris everywhere. Some people lie unconscious on the ground and others seem fine.

The only casualty seems to be an older guy laying motionless on the ground. He looks pretty beat up, but alive. Maybe he'll make it. You quickly run over to him and check his breathing. It's normal. Thank God...

You sighed in relief as you heard gunshots and your teammates' voices yelling from farther in the distance. Good. Now it seems you have found where your team went. Now you just have to go and find them and help them.

Hopefully, that didn't cost too much effort. You just have to hope your friends weren't hurt too badly while you were gone.

With your shotgun in hand, you took off running, towards the direction you heard your friends shouting in. Once you got past the rubble, you saw the group of four fighting against four different Talon soldiers. They were holding back their assailants by using various weapons.

That is impressive.

You admire their teamwork. Their teamwork might have made the difference between their survival and theirs.

You hide into a corner of the room and take aim with your rifle. Your finger tightens around the trigger and you pull, watching as your shot hits a Talon soldier squarely in the chest, causing him to fall to the ground dead immediately. You smile to yourself as you remember what that felt like during training. You don't know why you enjoyed shooting so much, or what it would do to someone else, but right now you were having fun with it. It seemed that every time you pulled the trigger, there was a new person that you shot down.

You hear your teammates calling out for assistance but the Talon soldiers are getting bolder and you can tell they aren't going to give in.

You start reloading your shotgun, which seems to have gotten heavier. Before, you had only managed two bullets each. This time it felt like three. You guess this gun does have more power than it lets on. As you fire multiple shots, more Talons fall on top of their comrades.

It feels exhilarating firing these bullets. Even though they don't seem to affect you directly, it makes you feel powerful in a way that nothing else could possibly do.

When you don't see your enemy anymore, you lower your weapon and ran towards your team as their medical support. They look quite shaken up, but none of them seem to be bleeding anywhere. Thank goodness. You're sure the wound isn't as severe as it seems.

You reach them, ready to assist them.

"Y/N, We still can't back down just yet! Our mission is to stop Talon!" You sigh, but agree with them nonetheless.

It won't do any good to turn tail now. Besides, if you really want to help, you may as well do everything possible. You can handle your own injuries if need be, but they will still be safer here with you instead of being alone. "I will continue to remain vigilant. If something else occurs, I will act accordingly." You reassured. Although you'd rather be doing your job with them, that is your decision to make.

You see them nod in agreement, and they both leave after thanking you profusely for sticking with them through everything, even though things seemed to be getting desperate.

The team continues to fight off the remaining Talon soldiers.

Eventually, one Talon soldier manages to follow you and laughing at the sight of your team members fighting back to back, and then face your back and yours alone as you run.

This gives him the upper hand since he saw you running alone. So, he slowly advances towards you with his two devastating guns.

"HaHa! Coming for ya!" He taunted before raising his gun.

He shoots, but you manage to dodge.

One bullet grazes your arm, making it sting. You hold back your scream and force your adrenaline to push through the pain. You quickly move forward to finish this bastard once and for all.

As you're rushing towards the man, he swings his guns at you and fires several bullets. Luckily, you were able to dodge them, but a few graze your shoulder when you move back.

You try hard not to let that bother you, but it's starting to get harder to keep your composure.

You hide behind one of the fallen buildings, trying to steady your heartbeat.

"Motherf*ck*r..." You whisper to yourself, panting.

At least you were able to dodge most of his shots and his bullets missed you by a wide margin. Still, you were injured by them.

You hear loud footsteps and loud thuds and you were certain it was the guy who's been chasing you.

You peek around the wall, and the man in question appears.

"Hey. Where's the rest of your teammates? I was hoping we could play together," the man smirks, clearly wanting revenge.

His face was covered with dirt and was clearly looking for you, so you decided to stay hidden.

After all, it wasn't worth provoking him. You couldn't afford to risk a fight with him.

A hulking figure with a heavily armored exoskeleton. His imposing presence and intimidating stature make him a force to be reckoned with.

He towers over everyone and almost always has his eyes locked on something specific, including you.

He grins and chuckles before saying, "What's wrong little rabbit? Don'tcha wanna play with me? I know you can fight! Everyone can! Come on, it wouldn't kill you to show me a trick or two." He laughs loudly and raises his arms up. "Come on, show me something amazing~"

You knew better than to fight with a giant, dangerous loose cannon, who is very likely more stronger than you are.

Mauga grins. He takes a step forward to your hiding spot as he lifts up his chaingun, "I know you can do it, little bunny. Show me what you've got~" He smiles widely at you.

You see how much he's enjoying this and he is f*cking annoying in your point of view.

As Mauga was to take another step forward to your hiding spot, you jump up from your spot and attack him in hopes that it will scare the crap out of him.

But unfortunately for you, Mauga doesn't flinch or look scared in the slightest. He simply shrugs your attack off.

As if his body is immune with bullets.

Then he uses his loud and huge jump to knock you back, causing you to tumble down and fall to the ground. You quickly scramble to get your feet underneath you very weakly.

You quickly turn and point your gun at him, aiming at his throat. Unfortunately, he just stands there.

He looks down at your gun and laughs, "Oh no, you little bunny. No need to worry about that. I'm too strong to be killed with a toy gun."

Your eyes opened wide in shock and your gun lowers slightly.

That was a stupid mistake.

"Well then." Mauga begins to move his body closer to you.

You quickly raise your gun and prepare to shoot again but there was a loud earthquake as the building around the two of you shook violently.

A large piece of metal and rocks falls from the ceiling, crashing on top of the two of you.

You feel your head hit the concrete floor hard, causing you to lose your vision momentarily for a second.

Once your vision recovers, two of you were trap under a huge sheet of metal. You begin moving your hands beneath the heavy metal as you try to break free of it. You hear Mauga grunt beside you, and you quickly face him with his leg trapped under the sheet of huge rocks.

Mauga looks up at you with an evil grin on his face as he starts laughing, "Awful, isn't it?" You growl in anger, "Do you not experience even a tiny bit of pain?" you said unbelievably.

"Maybe that's your issue with my game...maybe you shouldn't play my game so often.." He says, obviously enjoying himself.

His laughter makes you even angrier and soon you were trying to get off the huge mess but it was proving difficult with how tightly wedged you were underneath the weight of the sheet of metal and rocks crushing you together. Mauga watches your attempts to break free with amusement as you groan under the immense pressure.

You sighed loudly.

"I hate you." You spit(not literally) at him.

"Yeah, I can tell. That's one hell of a lot of hatred." Mauga replies, amused.

"How is this funny?! Do you understand how horrible you are!?" You shout, frustrated and upset that he was having such great success while you struggled to break free.

"Why don't you ask your teammates about that. Maybe they can teach you some real compassion." Mauga suggests smugly, laughing.

You stared at his smug grin as he laughed and he continued to tease you. You didn't say anything as you just clenched your fists and glared daggers into him. Once the shaking stopped, you removed the pieces of rock that had landed on top of you and looked at him dead in the eye.

You called for help, but there was no response. Your teammates must be far too focused on killing the other Talons and saving the others. Well, fine. They should concentrate on that anyway.

You had bigger problems to deal with anyways.

You exhaled deeply, relieved that at least his leg is stuck in a massive pile of boulders, even if you were both bound together alone on the trapped broken building. As you tried to break out of the debris, your arms began to hurt. The rocks were too heavy for you to lift them up with your physical strength.

"Tch!" You grumble quietly in annoyance as you start to lift up your left arm, pulling at your shoulders and neck. Nothing. It only hurt more. You pull with all your might, trying your hardest to break free, even though that's not really helping at the moment.

"Your trying awfully hard there, little bunny. You think those rocks have grown legs? I don't mind waiting for the right time to make myself known~" Mauga smirks evilly at you and you grit your teeth to try and hold onto the stubborn rocks as long as you can.

But after a couple minutes, you finally give up. It' no use anymore. The rock is too heavy. You sigh dejectedly and stare angrily at the giant man who caused your current predicament.

"You won't last much longer like this." He states.

"No shit. You can keep dreaming, asshole." You sneer at him angrily.

Mauga's smirk grows even wider. "Ahahaha, you're right. You'll be dead within the hour." He chuckles. "But I don't mean that figuratively. Believe me." His sinister voice sends chills down your spine.

He stares. "I'll be quite literal with you, you see, so don't worry."

He stops right in front of you and stares you straight in the eye. His dark, glowing eyes were staring down on you intently, making shivers run up and down your spine. You wanted to look away, but you couldn't. Those eyes were unnerving you and sending a deep sense of fear into your heart.

"Now, let me introduce myself~ My name is Mauga. And you are?" He asked.

He seemed excited to meet you. He wanted to see how strong you are before killing you.

What an Irony.

You shake your head at his stupid question before responding with an answer, "...Y/N." You watch as he tilts his head to one side curiously, "Yes, my name is Y/N. That's all you need to know, asswipe." You spat.

"Wow, such a big mouth." Mauga chuckles. "Let's see, what else should I know about you.."

He pauses and grins. "Oh yes! Let's see. What was your favorite color?" He asks.

You narrow your eyebrows. Why is he asking such random things? Does he seriously want to know about your life story? You're already pretty fucking traumatized by everything going on. It's not like you're gonna talk about the color of my favorite candy bar or the fact that I used to eat marshmallows during the summers. You think.

Before you can respond, he adds, "Hmmm, maybe your favorite season? Spring, summer...Autumn? Winter?"

"Ughhh, why don't you just f*ck off and go die?!" You yell angrily.

He laughs loudly at your choice of words and responds to your comment, "It's pretty rare for a bunny to call me 'F*cker' instead of 'Oi, Handsome~'."

You glare at him and bite your lip as you close your eyes. After few moments, you sigh softly before looking over to Mauga, feeling yourself calm down a little and a small smile forming on your face,

"How is your leg?" You asked, focusing on the rock blocking his leg.

"Not too bad~." Mauga answers happily, clearly pleased with the question.

You fakely snort and roll your eyes lightly. It seems like every word he says is going to piss you off.

"For someone your size, you seem quite weak." He chuckles.

"Is it just your way of talking or do you actually mean that? Because that sounds so f*cking dumb." You reply.

Mauga merely laughs. "Don't you dare insult my words, rabbit...you may think they're pretty silly to me but I swear, when you're as tough as I am, you learn not to judge a book by its cover, ya know?" He responds sarcastically.

You roll your eyes at his stupid remark and huff angrily, "Whatever, idiot. I don't care what you think, I have bigger things to do."

"Like defeat me?" He asks.

"Or kill you." You correct, "But since we're already here, I guess we could try."

The two of you stare each other down with an intense gaze, waiting for the other to make their first move.

Eventually Mauga breaks the eye contact first and laughs, "Good luck~" and his massive frame simply laid there, unconcerned about his leg becoming entangled in the debris.

You glare at him in frustration and then turn your attention back to the huge mess that trapped you with him.

You try to lift it up with all your strength but it wouldn't budge, it was like trying to lift up a mountain.

You let out another frustrated noise and grab one of the small rock nearby and toss it towards Mauga, hitting him on the back.

He seems unfazed, turning to look at you and then grinning, "Ah, come on, don't waste your energy, Y/N~ Just kill me quickly, I'm bored and impatient."

You glare at him again, "You're not getting any pity from me! Not ever." You snap.

You felt your blood begin to boil and you weren't sure whether you were angry at him or at yourself.

There's no telling how badly your injuries are hurting but you're struggling desperately to get these stupid rocks off of him and the ones that trapped you both.

You were a medic, support, and also the team's backup but, even healers like you needs medical assistance too.

You were badly hurt and this time.

YOU COULDN'T HELP YOURSELF.

Mauga sighs and runs his fingers through his hair and shakes his head at you, "You're so stubborn, Y/N..."

You scowl at him and continue to struggle, refusing to give in. You didn't want to give up so easily, despite the pain that you're in, but you've never been good at resisting a direct order.

Mauga extends his gigantic arms at Y/N and gestures for her to come forward. You raise your eyebrow at him skeptically and cross your arms in front of your chest, defiantly glowering at him.

"Come now, little bunny," Mauga taunts, "Don't make me force you~."

"Go ahead, make a fool of yourself." You say in a cold tone.

"Very well. Let's see how well you react to pain then." He smirks evily and you instantly feel your body tense up, ready for him to push you aside while he uses his muscular and giant arms to choke you but instead he throws his big hands forward, making you fall on top of him while grunting in surprise.

"Hmph, I knew that would work!" Mauga exclaims triumphantly as he picks you up in ease.

As you sit there, stunned, still dazed from the sudden blow, Mauga holds you against his large body with ease, as if you weighed nothing at all.

He leans down so that his face is only inches away from yours, almost whispering to you so that only you can hear him.

"Do you know what it feels like when you fall into water? It feels like being caught in slow motion and unable to stop, but you can't, either. You can only move your body slowly, but slowly enough so that you don't drown."

Mauga's grin widens into a full blown grin of mischief.

"I don't understand... what does this have anything to do with me?" You whisper back. Mauga chuckles and shakes his head.

"Nothing~ I'm just playing with your mind, Y/N~ You're gonna find out soon enough~." He replies.

He looks directly into your terrified eyes for a brief moment, before he starts laughing hysterically.

"What? I am confused." You ask. He bursts into laughter once more. You look up at him confused, unsure whether he's being serious or not.

"HahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" He laughs very loudly that sooner or later the place will crash you both to death, tears beginning to fall from his eyes from the overwhelming laughter, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

His laugh eventually subsides as he wipes away his tears. He glances down at you and smiles, "Don't fret, little bunny! Your death won't be so tragic after all~"

"I'm not dying! And even if I did die, you'll still be alive!" You shout angrily, clenching your fists tightly.

"That's true~ But then again, what's the point in living if I'm still going to have to deal with your pathetic attitude right now. How boring~ I wonder what kind of fun you'd be without this annoying attitude."

He smiles at you, a sickening sweet smile.

The smile makes your skin crawl but you felt your anger start to fade, your heart skipping a beat and your breathing becoming shallow.

The way he was looking at you, you couldn't help but feel vulnerable and exposed.

He takes notice of how quiet you were becoming.

A soft smile forms on his face. "You're finally listening~" His dark tone turns into a sinister chuckle.

"Yes! Now I get it! You're a crazy psychopath!" You scream, throwing your arms in the air exasperatedly. He cackles madly at your reaction.

"Now that was satisfying, little bunny. You really did grow on me!" Mauga continues to laugh.

"Now let' me finish my sentence. I'm sorry about not telling you earlier, I know that you probably thought that I was just trying to annoy you and my leg might be injured but the truth is..." He grins mischievously.

He was trying to hold of his laughter and lifts the huge boulder that had been trapping his leg.

He completely destroyed the boulder into a complete dust making you shock and flabbergasted.

"What the fuck!?" You exclaimed, jumping up onto your feet. You were shocked.

"Well, if you must know, I was saving that for later." He responded smugly, walking toward you, his huge hands reaching for your waist.

You immediately tried to pull away from him but he catches you before you could. Your face goes red and you struggle wildly to get away but to no avail. "Relax, I'll let go of you once you do something I ask~" Mauga said.

"Fuck you." You hissed, glaring daggers at him, "Just give me one reason why I should trust you."

"Because I said so~" He replied, smirking down at you.

"So you were bluffing then.." You mumble, glaring at him.

Mauga shakes his head, "Oh no~ which part? That I lied about killing you or that I'm gonna let go of you anytime soon...?"

You blushed hard but at the same time, your heart started beating faster.

"No. No. No! NO!! YOU ASSHOLE! Don't you fucking dare touch me you perverted bastard!" You yelled, squirming beneath his grasp.

Mauga watched them squirmed, lifting them and smiles as he watched them contently.

END OF PART 1

Please pardon me. I've never published a writing tale on Tumblr before. I'm not sure whether I still have that talent, ughh.

[devilanon]

A request for a nsfw alphabet for ghost (or any/rest of them up too you) 👀 that size kink drabble lives in my head rent free btw you write him so damn well 😣���

hi hi :-) thanks! ghost for now, and gaz as well because i have garrick brainrot [nsfw below cut]

GHOST.

Aftercare = (what they’re like after sex) If he's post-subbing, he's the most needy fucker alive. All over you, despite how sweaty he is, plastering himself to your chest for a bit of cuddling as the little spoon. Dom Ghost will provide aftercare if you're actually in a relationship, but if it's just a quick fuck he's gone after a bare minimum check-in with you to make sure nothing's broken. But if he does have feelings for you, he's drowning you in praise, kissing lightly over the bites and bruises left in his wake, helping you sit up against his sturdy chest, bringing a bottle of water to your lips. B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Simon Riley has a huge fat fucking uncut dick, and that's just the truth. He likes seeing you struggle to take all of it, splitting you open on his cock. He's also an ass man. Loves to watch your cheeks bounce when he fucks you from behind, ripple when he spanks you, loves burying his face in your ass to eat you out.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Do not let this man fuck you raw he is fertile.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He's an exhibitionist, and he definitely wants everyone else on base to know who's fucking you and just how well he's doing it. He'll start groping you in risky high-traffic areas hoping someone sees. Swears up and down he had no idea anyone was coming down the hall.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Ghost fucks. There's no way Ghost doesn't fuck. This man has been whored out in like 80% of the countries he's been stationed in. He's great at mindless, meaningless, rough sex, but it's difficult for him to be slower, gentler, to stay present when he's actually making love and not just fucking. He tries, though, bless him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Doggy. Like I said. Ass man. He will bend you over just about any surface if you let him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) He's pretty serious aside from the occasional snide remark. When he sets himself to a task he wants to carry it out as well as he can. This extends to fucking you silly.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He has a shortly cropped blond happy trail. I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) He's... not great at intimacy, but he makes an effort, if he's having sex with someone he harbors an emotional connection with. His dirty talk is softer, he's a bit gentler, less rough around the edges.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He has a pretty high sex drive and usually masturbates just to sate it, rather than to sit down and enjoy himself. He rarely uses pornographic material, just fucks quickly into his hand replaying some memory.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Exhibitionism, as mentioned. Pet play, d/s, anything with power and control dynamics essentially. He likes to be on both ends of the spectrum. Humiliation, degradation, etc. Again, giving and receiving. Body worship (on him, but he'll do it for you as well). Size kink. L = Location  Anywhere he can get away with it, really.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) He enjoys the concept of both dominance and exerting his will over you, and the release that comes from submitting to another person and allowing them to take the reigns. He really just teters back and forth between the two depending on his his self esteem is doing that day.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Simon Riley will not fuck you if you're even a bit tipsy or inebriated. Hard no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) This man loves to eat ass. He also loves to shove his dick as far down your throat as he can and hold you there until you're bucking against him for air.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Rough, though not necessarily fast. If he's feeling particularly worked up or mean sex can definitely turn into an endurance test he knows you'll lose. Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Simon wants to fuck you as often as he can, whenever he can, wherever he can. On a roadtrip? His hand is down your pants while he drives. Doing laundry? Lifting you up onto the dryer. In the hallway? Broom closet looks very inviting, wouldn't you say?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He's open to a fair amount of things, if not out of interest, just to try them and know whether or not it does anything for him. S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He's a military man. He's extremely physically fit. If you let him, he'll fuck you until he physically can't anymore. Regardless of how quickly he might cum. He'll just use his fingers or his mouth until he's hard again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He'll never admit it, but he does get jealous of inanimate objects for making you cum. Why not him? He can do it ten times better and faster. Watch.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Don't edge him, it won't work. He's bigger, stronger, and has more stamina than you, and he's stubborn as hell. You, though? If you let him, he'll make you beg for it. He'll edge you until you cry. He's also prone to trying to fluster you whenever he can, especially in front of other people, grabbing your hips to move you aside, brushing against your ass when he passes you in a tight space, things like that.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He's fairly quiet, especially if he's subbing. He'll groan, but it will be rare. He does enjoy a fair bit of dirty talk though. W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Wants to fuck his cum into you and then force you to walk around base leaking into your underwear. :-)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Here to preach Chunky Simon RIley gospel. He has abs but they're under a layer of fat on his tummy. You can't see them unless he flexes. He has fat fucking tits. Big enough to grope. Has a pudgy little pubic mound. His arms and thighs are fucking huge. Big fat breeder balls. Has a light dusting of hair on his chest, and is fuzzy from the waist down.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) High, man.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) You will never catch Ghost sleeping after fucking you. He barely sleeps as it is. He'll just sit with you until you're asleep or ready to do something else.

GAZ.

Aftercare = (what they’re like after sex) He needs it. He's a sensitive boy, honestly, and if you just up and leave after having sex it's definitely going to hurt his feelings. He wants to pepper kisses all over you and snuggle. And maybe grind on you a little bit while doing so.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Gaz has nice, dexterous hands that can and will pull amazing sounds out of you when he's playing with you. This man fingers like no one's business. He's fairly attentive and will catch any noises or expressions you make while he's learning what you like, so he can do it more efficiently next time. He likes to watch your face when he fucks you, or when you fuck him. Your expressions do a lot for him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He wants to come on your face. He'll beg for it, even. He wants to mark you anywhere, coming on your ass, your tits, your tummy, but your face is his go-to spot.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He's thought about stealing your underwear from the laundry room on base, when you leave it out. He wouldn't. Especially if you're not dating. It's just a thought. But he… looks. For a while. Especially if it's some lacy thing. Thinks about holding it in his hand while he's fucking his fist. Then goes about his day, chiding himself a bit.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Mildly? I feel like Gaz maybe got around when he was younger but has kind of slowed down, and he's even a bit ashamed of his fuckboy phase. He's seeking more of an emotional connection now instead of flings.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Facefucking is high up there. He also likes missionary so he can watch your expression change into something fuzzy and fucked-out.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) He's definitely always smiling when he fucks you, right up until he's about to come. Whether or not it's a smirk or a goofy grin depends on what you're doing and the mood. He'll also tease and rib you lightly, especially if you're babbling nonsense after he's pushed you particularly hard and made you come several times.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) I headcanon Gaz as being fairly smooth? I honestly don't know why.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Gaz is sweet. He's one to break out pet names, compliments, occasionally praise; I don't think he has a lot of casual sex, so making love is more of a common occurrence than just fucking.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Gaz definitely has a folder on his phone of dirty pictures of his S/O that he pulls up when he's getting off. He prefers sex, but will look at images of you if you're not accessible at the moment. He'll send you images of him fucking his hand, sound clips if he's feeling particularly devious. If you let him take videos of you giving head or fucking him for use while he's away, he'll be very, very grateful.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Marking (with cum, but he'll leave hickies as well). Overstim. He likes to fuck you until you're unintelligible, then keep going beyond that, if you'll let him. Grinding / outercourse / thigh fucking. Service domming.

L = Location  He's not too adventurous, anywhere private.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Gaz just wants to make you feel good, honestly. You getting off gets him off.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Getting super rough, mean, or degrading doesn't do anything for him. Not only is he disinterested in it, it's counterproductive to what actually gives him pleasure, even if you ask for it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Gaz loves eat out for dinner :-) He'll keep going until you're squirming away from him and begging him to give you a break. Tonguefucking is a favorite. He likes fucking your face, making it sloppy and watching the drool run down your chin onto your chest. Bonus points if you wear makeup and he gets to ruin it. Bonus bonus points if you have to walk somewhere with that ruined makeup.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) It depends on his mood; he's normally pretty slow in the interest of being thorough and making you come as hard as you can, as many times as he can make you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He's indifferent to it. It doesn't give him as much time as he'd like to unravel you, but if you propose it he's certainly not going to turn you down.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Gaz is fairly open to trying new things, but if it skeeves him out even a little bit he's unwilling to try it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Multiple rounds are a given fucking this man. He wants you fucked stupid. He wants you braindead and drooling. He wants you unintelligible on his dick. He will buy a cock ring for the sole purpose of fucking you longer so he can watch your eyes roll back and jaw go slack as you come for the umpteenth time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Gaz is fairly open to using toys; again, big fan of service domming, so he enjoys doing whatever he can to make you feel good. He would also enjoy leaving something inside of you while you run errands or do chores, just as a way to mark you, claim you without actually touching you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He's not a super big fan of it; why edge you when he can make you come, and then make you come again? He doesn't hold out well if you tease him, either. The moment you flirt with him, brush up against him or make a suggestive statement, he's ready to go.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Gaz is very vocal, and he's not shy about it either. He's a whiner, making high pitched breathy sounds, and he's also prone to babbling in your ear when he's close to coming; "Hot, wet, tight, so good for me baby."

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Crier. Not in an emotional sense, but if he comes particularly hard he's thanking you and tears are rolling down his face.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) This man is cut. He has the "otter" build, slim, lean and strong. Veiny arms. Definitely has abs. Cum gutters. His dick is long and curved upward. Average thickness. His balls hang. Good for slapping against your clit when he fucks you from behind.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Gaz wants to fuck, man. Not so much that it's a constant thought of his, but he's easily swayed into being in the mood.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Sex doesn't knock him out, but he'll fall asleep cuddling you afterwards. (He talks in his sleep.)

[inkskinned]

he had to hurt her like that, look at the cinema he made. did he? how do you know? the ends justify the means, huh. a woman could never actually act this well, it had to be real, a snuff film. yes, she was hired for her talent - but pain will make the talent brighter, right.

he is not alone. there are men around him who think like this. who choose actresses they can manipulate, exert power over. who write scripts that demand the pain be felt. she must hurt to uphold the message.

(an aside. author's note, i guess. in poetry, when the words cannot hold themselves up, we actually blame the writers. it shouldn't matter who speaks the literature. the words should carry their own weight. be their own scaffolding.)

the men in the room all applaud each other for doing less. they say they push boundaries. they're leaders in their field. they ask the hard questions.

when they get your resume, they put it into a pile that they will put into a trashcan. when they get your screenplay, they will use it as a coaster. when they build their museums, they will have a disjointed room dedicated to "repairing" the ways that women and people of color have been eradicated from "fine arts". it will be self-effacing. we may have overlooked some artists, they apologize. but really it's not our fault that white men make better art. (those men and their works are in permanent displays. for more on this, see: the way that he laughs at your work will make you sick to your teeth). in six weeks, their apology will be scrubbed and the room will be scrubbed and all the paintings will go back into storage.

they know they are right. sure, okay. maybe we have had less opportunities. but what would we have done with them? not something like this. it took a man to do this. okay, okay. it was deranged, we can all agree about it. but look at the product.

in your life, when you wake up, isn't it grand. if they made a museum for people like us, it would be a cycle of empty frames. of ruined videos. of songs with a voicecrack. all the little plaques reading some variation of a theme. here is where my work would stand if someone like me could actually get published in this fucking industry. here is the work i tried to make, before my agency was stripped from me. here is the placeholder of my dreams, but i could not afford them in this society.

if you keep walking, out in the greenhouse out back, the whole world is full of color. every fabric and fortuneteller and feverdream we spat out in despite. centuries of brightness, of novelty, of exploration. of talent, of wisdom, of creativity.

there is only one sign here in this alexandrian library. the sign acts like an epitaph. you already know what it says, don't you. THIS ISN'T ART, it tells you.

the blankets. the chef-level 5-course meals. the carefully-colored journal pages. the abandoned works-in-progress. the library of fanfiction. the margin drawings. somewhere in there, an actress makes a face, and you think - oh shit! she's really broken! but then she smiles at you, winking. she could do it, you know. she could always act like a starbeam. it's just that his name is the one scrolling at the bottom. she hadn't wanted to undress for him. she goes home and gets forgotten. in our museum, another blank frame goes up on the wall.

they'll give him an award, looking to the camera with almost an apology. he will laugh ruefully. nobody will do anything. little white strings will drip from his fingers. young boys in film studies will continue to chainsmoke while explaining how beautiful it is that there's violence in those scenes. she couldn't have done it without him pushing, he'll tell you, shrugging.

but what if, you wonder. what if he had never existed? without him, what else could we be making? all that time and love and spirit, allowed back into the light. into knowledge. what has he taken, to give us his art?

and is it a trade worth making?

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

I was hoping you could do Secondo with a s/o who is kinda clingy and talks a lot, but he finds out it’s cause they are constantly talked over and left out of stuff

Secondo being the supportive partner we need and deserve tbh. I made the friend group in this one sound... kinda not nice?? Not bullies or anything like that, but more the kind of friends I've had experience with that I wouldn't want others to have to go through bc it makes you feel like you're invisible

It's something that he finds out pretty quickly after hanging out with you and your friends for the first time

Secondo is incredibly perceptive after all

You'd introduced him to your friend group because yall were gonna go out for a night on the town as it were

It all seemed normal at first. He had no reason to think anything was wrong

You'd always been clingy and very chatty with him, so you clinging to him wasn't out of the ordinary for him and it's something he appreciates in a partner after being used by so many for his power and influence

When you cling to him, it's because you adore him as a person and you have no ulterior motives

What first makes Secondo realise the way you get treated in your friend group is how un-chatty you become in comparison to when it's you and him

And how unphased by this your friends are as they carry on their conversations and having their drinks as if you're not even there

It becomes clear to him when you try to pipe up and everyone talks over you and ignores you mid-conversation that perhaps the reason you don't talk is because they don't let you

After that night, he vows to himself to observe how you are with them in other settings in case it was just a one off

Turns out that no, it was not a one off

You almost shrink in on yourself when you're with your friends and he fucking hates it

So he does the one thing he thinks to do before anything else: he inserts himself in conversations

If he thinks you've got something to say, he'll interject and state his opinion then ask you what you think in a way that makes it very obvious that he wants to hear your opinion and not anyone else's

When someone talks over you, he pointedly clears his throat and then gestures for you to speak up

If they continue to ignore you and talk over you, that's when he starts getting angry

He will call out every single one of your friends for their treatment of you and how much of a polar opposite you are with him in comparison to them

And when he finds out that they've been purposely leaving you out of hang outs and activities?

They will live to regret that

He will give them a dressing down and demand that they treat you far better or stop stringing you along because it's not fair for you to be made to feel so invisible by people who are meant to care about you and value you as a human being

He's your biggest supporter. He fights in your corner. He advocates for you, your opinions, your thoughts, who you are as a person

And he makes it abundantly clear that they need to take a good long look at themselves if they've been deliberately leaving you out and talking over you

Secondo will apologise in private for letting his temper go like that because he doesn't want to make life hard for you

But fuck, he can't watch you become this quiet mouse of a person because of their behaviour and treatment of you when he's seen how chatty and wonderful you are

He jokes that "nobody puts my baby in the corner" and will put music from Dirty Dancing on to get you giggling while he tries to get you to dance with him

If you do stay friends with them and they do genuinely change for the better, he's going to make sure to remind you the first few times you hang out with them alone that your voice and your opinion are just as valuable as theirs and he doesn't want you to extinguish your flame for anyone

If they don't change, I like to think that Secondo would do whatever he can to make you truly see your worth and realise that you deserve to be treated far better. He won't force you to not be friends with them because he's not an asshole, but he does remind you of your worth and that there are going to be people in your life who value you and will treat you the way you deserve to be treated

[aures-fantasy-nook]

HP characters when their s/o's tired

DISCLAIMER: I do not support JK Rowling :)

also! accepting requests so please send them. drabble or headcanon requests prefered but if something perks my interest you might get more lmao- anyways this took so long, lmk if you want any other characters you want for this

Lightning Era:

Harry

honestly clueless

kid wasn't socialized at a young age

basically you either have to be asleep or tell him

lets say you fall asleep on him

freezes

harry.exe has stopped working

honestly tho he's probably vaguely confused

like he was just having a conversation with you

and now you're asleep??

heh??

next thing running through his mind is how cute you are

i mean he mainly sees you during like class and stuff

rarely does he see you as relaxed as you are asleep

he's kinda in love or something idk

looks to Hermione for help

she doesn't help him at all

eventually shakes you awake

makes you go to bed earlier than him tho

makes sure you get there safely

honestly thinks about the situation for the next week

at some point tells you that you can sleep on him whenever

#--#

Ron

another clueless boy

honestly no ones fault except for his

he’s just Ronald what else can I say

anyways

someone probably points it out that you're asleep

that someone is probably Hermione

kid doesn't even know what to do

like stares and kind of zones out

will wake you up

probably kind of makes fun of you

I mean kid comes from a big household of course he does

jokes about how late you stay up like he doesn't also stay up late

if you get pouty he'll melt and like escort you back to his dorm

i guess you're both skipping class

#--#

Hermione

the best one here

knows all of the signs of you getting tired

immediately suggests you go take a nap if possible

if you randomly get tired like midday?

she's checking in on you in between classes

will share notes with you if you're too tired to take them

only if she knows you got a good nights sleep the night before

or were up like her studying or working on essays

work is always an excuse for tiredness

will give you power snacks

if you're a coffee drinker-

will let you drink coffee later than usual only to stay awake

she usually cuts you off at lunch :(

overall she's supportive and here to help

unless you stayed up doing something dumb, you're on your own then :))

#--#

Draco

notices and literally does nothing /j

for real though he won't like make a big deal out of it or anything

if you guys are in class he'll notice but not

makes sure to make an extra copy of notes for you though

if its just like at the dining hall or like in the common room tho

he's nicer when you guys are more secluded

will like push your head on his shoulder or like tell you to sleep on him

might lightly scold you

but overall very sweet about everything

if its late he'll straight up just take you to his dorm to go to bed

like he changes and has some of your pj's in his room

pretty much cuddle town

he might read to you and play with your hair if he's not super tired

that's the real treat tbh

#--#

Fred

this mf

honestly mean about it

will 100% make fun of you

you cannot tell me that this boy wouldn't

he might be cute but he's an asshole

especially during classes

he will throw paper balls at you if he notices you dozing off

will not help you with academics at all

if you miss it you miss it ig

if you guys are in the common room he's nicer

will sneak you coffee out of the kitchens

doesn't really like to cuddle during the day

yk he has too many pranks to pull and plan

but he will let you like cuddle him while he plans with George

I feel like if its late though he'll not hesitate to sleep

like I feel like once he gets tired he's gone

so if your both tired be happy cause you're getting your way :)

#--#

George

he's nicer than his brother but not that nice

will still mock you but if he sees you getting tiredly upset??

its over- he's done teasing and he's hugging you

will be the type to drop everything and nap with you

if you're tired during classes?

he's carrying your books

making sure you're staying awake

at least enough to be able to do the homework later

he's honestly really sweet about stuff

will let you skip dinner to nap and then bring you food later

or maybe even sneak you into the kitchen later

also if you're a coffee addict

like myself

best boyfriend ever

will give you coffee and makes it perfectly every time

doesn't have the heart to cut you off at anytime

honestly though I love him a lot :)

#--#

Oliver

this little shit

omg

he really needs to not

he's one of those people who like never sleeps but is never tired

just because he's so busy

like mans is a good student

he's also committed his life to quidditch so

he doesn't get much sleep

will often make you stay up with him

and then gets confused as to why you're tired

literally does not have a single clue

he will get you coffee if you want it

he likes to do things for you so he babys you when you're tired

another one that carries your stuff for you

wont let you slack off though

you're doing all of your own work

but of course he'll help you, he just might give you shit for it

overall sweet but clueless

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hi!!! This is my first time ever requesting but I had to try it!! What would Mirko, Dabi, Hawks, Toga, Endeavor, and possibly All Might react to having a fem s/o that has a quirk that immediately calms the person they touch so many heroes and villains tend to try to take her for their own needs because they’re obsessed with finally being able to feel some sense of peace alwkjeebw I hope that this is ok if it’s too many characters I totally understand!!! Hope you’re having a great day!!

Hello Anon! Thank you so much for sending in your request and choosing me as the first person you sent a request to! Sorry it took a while to finish! I've been swamped by matchup requests lately (something I'm certainly not complaining about). I hope you like your headcanons!

I don't see Mirko as someone who seeks the feeling of peace a whole lot. Even though she has her unsatiable desire to fight, she's happy with herself.

Still, she appreciates the sense of peace her s/o's powers bring whenever she's around them.

She doesn't really know if her s/o's powers cause them to feel emotional pain themselves. She's asked a few times but her s/o's assurances that it's fine do little to ease her concerns.

Mirko is definitely one to do little things to make sure her s/o gets moments of peace as well. It can be stressful having heroes and villains constantly seeking you out just to get a taste of peace.

As long as her s/o says it's okay, Mirko won't have a problem with people approaching them asking for a hit of peace. If too many people approach her s/o or her s/o seems uncomfortable thought, it's a different issue.

Her main priority is always going to be the wellbeing of her s/o.

And if a villain kidnaps her s/o? Mirko's on a one woman mission to get them back.

Definitely craves peace. After everything he's been through, he needs some time to just relax.

Obviously this could go down a yandere path, but I'd rather go with the scenario where Dabi's s/o chose to be with him.

He feels so honoured that them chose him of all people to be with. Yes, the powers are a nice side effect, but Dabi's convinced his s/o's presence alone, powers or not, brings him a sense of comfort unlike any other.

Definitely protective of his s/o. It's not that he doesn't want others to feel peace. He couldn't care less about that! He's just worried that his s/o is going to leave him.

Doesn't matter if it's a hero or another villain that tries to take his s/o away from him, he's fighting for their freedom like his life depends on it.

He loves coming back to his s/o after a long day. Getting to spend time with the person he loves, and getting the benefit of their quirk easing all of his aches, pains, and worries is the best part of his day.

This guy is somewhere in between Mirko and Dabi.

Some days, he's completely fine. These are the days when he's more worried about his s/o's mental health than anything else.

Other days, his hero work gets too much and he just needs to destress. That's not to say Hawks doesn't still care about his s/o! He really does. He's just so tired.

Protective of his s/o, but no more than other heroes in committed relationships. If his s/o gets kidnapped, by either a villain or a hero goes rogue, he'll obviously get them back.

But he's not rushing in headfirst like Mirko would. He's been working on undercover cases for too long to do that. He'll infiltrate wherever his s/o's being held and break them out with as few casualties as possible.

Hawks doesn't want his s/o to carry any guilt about people getting hurt because of their powers. It also gives him a chance to isolate the person who kidnapped his s/o later and find out exactly why they did it. They'll be brought to justice. But he's doing it his way.

A side effect of his s/o's powers on Hawks is that when he gets relaxed, his feather fluff up. If he's really relaxed, he might make soft cooing noises. Just don't mention it. He gets embarrassed.

Doesn't necessarily think about the benefits of her s/o's quirk at first, but the first time she gets a hit of peace, she knows she needs more.

Gets addicted quickly to the feeling of peace. Izuku Midoriya? Who's he? The only person she has eyes for is her new s/o!

Another one who could really easily go down the yandere path.

Assuming her s/o chose to be with her though? She's the happies person in the world! Sometimes when she's under the power of her s/o's quirk and her racing mind is slowed, she wonders why her s/o chose her.

Her s/o's quirk dulls the urge to draw blood, maim, and kill, so Toga can't tell whether she completely likes it or not. She's gotten so used to the urges that without them, she almost doesn't feel like herself.

But her s/o is happy that they can do something to help her relax and Toga loves the floating feeling her s/o's quirk gives her so she's happy to keep hanging around them.

Has this man ever felt peace in his life? Probably not.

So when he first gets a hit of his s/o's quirk? Endeavour probably crumples to the ground. He's not entirely sure why his legs have just stopped working or why his shoulders feel so miraculously relaxed but he does know it's a feeling he could get used to.

I feel like some small part of Endeavour (especially in the more recent part of My Hero Academia) feels like he shouldn't be allowed to relax.

It's more than he deserves after everything he's put his family through.

So he probably wouldn't use his s/o's powers that much. Then again, he can't exactly stop them from using them if and when they chose.

If his s/o got kidnapped, he's assembling a team to take them down. Yes, he's one of the highest ranking heroes in Japan. Yes, he could take out the hero or villain who kidnapped his s/o by himself.

But he lives in the public eye. If everyone found out how much he cares about his s/o, more people would be coming after them.

He doesn't want to put his s/o in any more danger than they need to be.

Has forgotten what peace feels like honestly. He's been keeping up his persona of All Might for so long that he doesn't remember what it's like to just relax.

So incredibly grateful to his s/o! Anything they want, he's on it. Back rubs? Those muscles can be put to use for something other than fighting villains! A snack from their favourite café? He's pretty fast, he'll be back before his s/o knows it!

He feels it's the least he can do.

Unlike Endeavour, All Might has no worries about rushing in to protect or rescue his s/o. He knows that most of Japan probably knows about his relationship so there's no point in trying to hide how much he cares.

Might sneak into wherever his s/o's hiding in his weak form before breaking them out as "All Might".

He does have to be careful though. His s/o's powers revert him back to his weak form in an instant so they have to be very careful about when and where they use them.

[beloved-daydreams]

Folktober2023 Prompt: "Accidental summoning" 🫢🌿

An attempt by

Hosted by @jurdannetrevels and @jurdannet

📘 1500+ words

😎 Characters: Jude, Cardan

✒️ Tags: Jurdan, wholesome, fluff, "training", cute idiots, post TQON

📢 Summary: Cardan is helping Jude, training her to get a better hang of her powers. She isn’t so successful though, until Cardan tries to take another approach...

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"Try again." Cardan urges me.

The look he's giving me is, I suppose, what he believes to be an encouraging one but all it does is make me even more frustrated. It's not like I don't want to do it, in fact I've done something even more amazing with it before: I’ve saved a life. Two even, if I count mine. Yet standing here, in front of him, fully aware of all of my movements, it's just different. I feel shy and then stupid for feeling shy.

We made a deal. I'll teach him how to wield a sword, he'll teach me how to use my newly acquired powers. He told me it was a bit different from regular magic since we are "linked" to the land, whatever that means, but because he has had magic flowing through him since he was born, getting the hang of this power wasn't that difficult. Me however…

"Listen, maybe I should just… find a teacher who's actually specialized in teaching magic."

Cardan raises his eyebrows at me, a bit vexed I imagine.

"Really? I didn't think I'm quite so bad at teaching that you would need to go look for someone else."

I put my hands on my hips and turn away from him, rolling my eyes. I can't help it. Everything just gets harder in front of Cardan. I know I shouldn't feel embarrassed about being incompetent but I don't want him to see that side of me. Which is ridiculous, since he has already seen me on the brink of death. If that isn't the height of incompetence then I don't know what is.

"That's not what I mean. I just think it might be better to learn from someone more skilled, I mean, I'm practically a sword master but you're not especially known for your magical affinity-"

I sneak a glance at him and he has that same look on his face. The raised eyebrows that say: "Oh, so I'm not worthy of teaching you? You think you're so great? That you can teach me but you can't learn anything from me in turn because I'm too untalented for your liking?"

I sigh. Or more like, I force the air out of my nose.

"Okay, no. What I meant is- I feel like we're losing time and maybe both of us would rather do something more productive and efficient. I'm sure you're great, it's just, I'm having trouble with something I've never had. Does that make sense?"

Finally, he lets his eyebrows drop back to their usual place. I feel relieved at having managed to word my thoughts out better. Somehow, we've always been great at misunderstanding each other and I'd like to stop that trend, both of us would actually, I think.

Cardan approaches me, his steps are light but his gaze carries a heaviness I recognize. As I thought, he embraced me from behind, placing his chin up on my head, arms around my waist. Without any resistance, I let him wrap himself around me like a needy pet snake would.

"Time spent with you is never wasted. Do you feel like it's a waste to be with me?"

Finally, he lets his signature move sway me as it always does. His tail that I now find to be an irresistibly cute trait of his, zigzags around my leg.

"...No. I'm just worried you'll get bored of me being unable to do something you've been able to do naturally your whole life."

He chuckles. And I realize again, that for him time isn't as consequent as it is to me. Maybe he's the one more worried of being a waste of time, knowing that my time might be more limited than his.

"You're putting too much pressure on yourself. To channel magic, you need to be in touch with your inner world. To-"

"-materialize the mind and heart into the real world. I know."

I realize I sound bitter, yet I can feel his smile widen. He tilts his head to the side, now resting his cheek on my head.

"Well. Let me guide you entirely then. Give your mind to me, put it under my control."

Putting his possessive tone aside, for a split second I wonder if he means glamoring me and I'm about to remind him that I can't be glamored but he unwraps his arms from around my waist and places them on the sides of my arms, caressing them up and down in a reassuring manner. And then his low and hushed voice makes its way to my ears, I realize that if it's Cardan, he doesn't need to glamor me. His soft-spoken voice and gentle touch would be enough to get almost anything out of me.

"Close your eyes, relax your shoulders… Mh-hm. Good. Do the same for your jaw, don't press your teeth against each other, let them separate. Now feel the earth beneath you, breathe the air that is always full of its pollen…"

That's the voice he uses late at night, when he wants me to get under him or on top of him. I shudder. He keeps telling me to focus on the land. On the trees and leaves ruffling in the wind. Yet all I can feel is him. All I hear and breathe is him.

"You're full of its life. Remember how it healed you? Try to think back to how that felt. When its power flowed through you and you used it to save yourself. And once you're full of it, let it out in any form you want. Flowers. A tree. What is it that you want?"

I think back to that moment. Truth is, when I was dying I was still thinking of him. What saved me wasn't the land alone, it was my memory of him, my hopes of him. My heart speeds, I feel like my lungs are about to burst. Is that the "feeling of being full" he keeps talking about? So now what's left is to supposedly let it out. But how? His question hangs in my mind. "What is it that you want?" As if that wasn't already obvious.

Suddenly, I feel his hands let go of me, his tail untangle from my leg. Cardan lets out a small scream in surprise. Alarmed, I turn back, my hand already on the hilt of my sword by habit. And yet-

Cardan is hanging by vines, supporting him in mid-air. They're around his legs, his arms, they're grabbing him everywhere, curling around his limbs. One of the vines has pulled up his shirt a bit, another might be trying to get into his mouth, or around it. I'm not sure what it's doing but it doesn't look like it wants to hurt him.

I draw my sword and as I'm about to cut the vines, I stop. Wait. So these are actually…

Cardan smirks at me, half proud and half mocking.

"Dear, if you’ve wanted to tie me up all this time, you could've just asked. Those vines are just as solid as your knots, you know?"

My cheeks heat as I look at the scene again more closely, this time with the knowledge that I'm the one who did that.

"Oh I- I didn't mean to."

"Sure you didn't."

Although his words can be branded as sarcasm, the fact that he was able to say them tells me that he actually does believe that I didn't do it on purpose. Or well, not completely consciously. Subconsciously though? Absolutely. Taking in the sight and burning it into my brain, I raise my sword, less assuredly than before but, well, he has to get out of there in some way or another, right?

Yet this time, he's the one who stops me.

"Why don't you try to get me out of here through your thoughts instead of your sword?"

"I-"

I know I won't be able to. Letting go of him? That's not gonna happen.

"Yes?"

By his shit eating grin I can already tell that he knows that I can't. If those vines are a reflection of my inner world or whatever, then I don't think my inner world will ever let Cardan walk out of there even if I tried to push him out. And so I sigh.

"Are you sure you're not just stalling because you want to stay tied up?"

"Well, I'd rather be tied up in bed. Not in the open like thi-"

The vines tighten around him, he groans.

"Okay okay, get me out of here oh High Queen of my soul and heart."

"So dramatic."

I cut the vines with some difficulty, cursing my own attachment to him. And as they fall to the ground along with Cardan who was suspended in mid-air just a second ago, some blue daisies bloom around our feet. I smile.

"What's that? A gift to show your gratitude?"

He looks at me almost dumbfounded then smiles in turn. A kind smile.

"Are you really so unconscious of what you do? I'm not the one who grew these."

I blush.

The flowers multiply and Cardan lets out a laugh.

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Sorry if you expected something more spicy based on the sussy worded summary 🧐 And if you want to decrease the amount of my sad girl hours, please consider leaving comments/tags 💖

[zykamiliah]

There's a line from a Mili song that I feel encapsulates a lot of QiJiu. It's "You were right, the ones who gravitate towards self-sacrifice are the most, are the most selfish ghosts" from Dancing Ghost's Ball Jointed Darling. I think that SJ and YQY both want the other to live, even if it's without them. The difference is that SJ will lie to himself about that because he'd much prefer to keep YQY with him then not. YQY on the other hand is so used to taking on the weight of other's that he doesn't really see himself as having a use if he's not stuck being a pillar for others. He knows SJ wouldn't be happy carrying the weight with him so he keeps taking on more and more of SJ's actions as his own guilt in a twisted way of protecting him. SJ want's them to be equals and YQY want's to be SJ's shield no matter what it costs himself. SJ doesn't have the emotional knowledge to be able to actually accurately describe his own feelings I think, he's in such a base sense of paranoia that he can't trust anything that YQY or anyone else does for him. Sorry for the ramble, I just feel like both the lack of communication between them and WWX & JC is more complicated then other's think and it's not a matter of morality. They are all really complicated characters and I feel like reducing them to villain and hero doesn't do the story any favors.

setting aside the differences between qijiu and wwc and jc's relationship, i agree with you on this.

i think a big takeaway from mxtx's novels is that most characters can't be defined by binaries (with some exceptions): they are people making choices. sometimes those choices hurt people, and that's what you learn first: the bad choices. then mxtx shows you were the characters come from, and you can sympathize with them, yet still there is a point where the characters, regardless of their backstory, consciously take a path of hurting others (and themselves, inevitably) that's what actually condemned them. but the thing is, you can point to any moment of that backstory and say "see, if this had been different, maybe they wouldn't made that choice". they're tragic characters because their circumstances were unfortunate, and those circumstances doomed them to make terrible choices; then, at the same time, those were their conscious choices. they had agency.

you can see all that play out in qijiu and their messy, complicated relationship. one can understand why they made those choices, even if we disagree with them. even the most selfless action can turn selfish and vice versa. you can love someone and hurt them. you can love someone and lash out at them because there's unhappiness and anger inside you. and the worldview of people with self-worth issues tends to twist to fit those believes.

i think you mention something that's actually really important and that neither side of qijiu have the emotional knowledge to express themselves in another way; i'd add that they never had a chance to learn how to do it, and specially sj, who had two major bad influences in his life that he ended up emulating, consciously or not. i'd also add that in the "dog eats dog" world that's pidw, sj, someone who grew up in the streets, must have the belief of "survival of the fitness", and because his experiences, appearing weak or letting others step over him (from his point of view) feels like a threat to him. he's paranoid about losing, because losing means his way of surviving is threatened. in that context, someone that puts themselves in danger to protect him or back him becomes precious. sj may be power-hungry, petty, jealous, mean, aggressive and vitriolic, but he is steadfastly loyal to the ONLY person that has shown to care for him selfless and unconditionally; and he'll be like that in return. but after what he perceives as a betrayal, his feelings for yqy are complicated. he resents him but loves him, thus he doesn't know where he stands and the only thing he's sure about is that yqy feels guilty and indebted and he'll push and push to see how much yqy is willing to take for this debt he has to him.

i also think that yqy should have been harder on sj irt what sj did as a peak lord. more that trying to coax him, he should have put he foot down about what sj did to lbh and not just passively and sadly allow it to happen, no matter that sj had the authority over qjp. because of his guilt and his love and his pity for sj, he allowed what he shouldn't. even out of love and pity bad choices are made. he had a better grasp on what's right or wrong and that something like abusing disciples would eventually bite sj in the ass (Karma), so it wasn't as he didn't know. and this type of relationship is something that happens in real life, particularly in parent-child relationships where the parent pities the child to the point that they let the child do whatever they want and just apologize in their stead. in the long run it ends up hurting the child more.

but even yqy choices i can understand, because i know where yqy comes from. and i think that's the point: just understanding the big spectrum of human experience that can be expressed through this characters, understanding the characters and seeing things from their point of view. if mxtx didn't want us to see that, she would have done like airplane and just chop off the backstories.

i ended up rambling too haha :3

[wxrldinmyeyes]

Starter Written for: Kyla Murphy (@fangsandmagic)

Chosen Muse: Dominic Angel-Wetherly

Mun's Note: Continuing from this but in a new thread. Will be keeping this friendly and domestic until either Dominic or Kyla decides where their friendship (relationship?) will go. I'd be more than happy to talk it over with you in the DMs.

For last 6 hours or so, Dominic stayed where he was on the bed. His arms, legs and everywhere else in his body had not moved a muscle. Not since Kyla fell peacefully asleep with her head resting softly and comfortably against his chest and the rhythm of her breathing slow but normal. He stopped smoothing his thumb over her cheek and he watched her for a little while longer until he was sure she was sleeping after a long, exhausted day of work.

It wasn't long before he noticed the sky beginning to turn light blue from her window and he realized that the sun will be rising very soon. Luckily for him, he didn't have to worry about being burned alive by the sunlight. The difference between him and his father is that Byron had to wear a ring with lapis lazuli and he had a witch he knew who casted a spell in order for it to work. As a result of it, he was able to walk around in broad daylight without an issue. Despite being born a half-breed, Dominic didn't have to wear a piece of jewelry to protect himself from the sun and unlike Edward Cullen, he does not sparkle.

Without waking up Kyla, he gently moved her head away from his chest and laid it against the pillow he was leaning on during the night. He then slowly and very quietly sat up from the bed, picked up his shoes and walked over the other side to pick up his jacket, carrying it over his shoulder. He looked down at her for another minute before leaving her alone in the bedroom and walking downstairs to the kitchen.

Once he was there, he opened the refrigerator door to pick up a few things he can use to make breakfast for the two of them. Eggs, shredded cheese, bacon, sausage and a jar of jam. He also managed to pick up the equipment he needed. A small bowl, two forks, two plates, a spatula, two medium-sized pans and two butter knives. He dumped out the water from the electric kettle that was previously used and filled it with fresh water before pushing the button for it to start boiling.

Dominic was certain he got everything he needed but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel that something was missing and he couldn't figure out what it was. He let the thought go and started cooking, placing two slices of bread in the toaster, spraying the pan with an olive oil spray and cracking open two eggs before beating them with a fork.

Throughout his life, he had never done anything as domestic, friendly and thoughtful as cooking breakfast for someone he knew for only a short period of time. He had only done it for his aunt Katherine and his godmother Lucy but never with someone as beautiful, kind and humorous as Kyla. He knew she'll have questions about him and his family she does not yet know and he'll have to be careful how to answer her. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her feelings by not being truthful to her. Friendships and relationships are built on trust, loyalty, respect and support for one another. It has to be earned naturally, not a spell to be casted by someone with magic powers. Friends don't let friends lie to each other and as far as he knew, Dominic was never a liar.

His thoughts ran deep into his brain but remained focus as he poured the beaten eggs into the pan and opened a bag of shredded cheese while waiting for the right moment for him to start sprinkling on it. With his enhanced hearing, he can hear someone walking down the stairs and he smiled when he saw who it was.

"Morning."

[soulsxng]

🫶what does after care look like for them? 🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it? for Py

@strawberryxdreams | Sinday headcanons | Accepting!

🫶what does after care look like for them?

It depends on his partner. If it's someone he doesn't know, or isn't at all close with, it'll be pretty basic. Offering a shower; a bed if they're too tired to leave by the time they're finished up. Making sure they're otherwise okay. And then giving them space. Or if he's the one at their place, he'll just make sure they're okay, get his clothes back on, and head out. Might stay and bask in the afterglow a little bit, but for the most part he just kind of assumes "Oh, this is a really casual thing, so they're not going to want me sitting here acting like it's anything else. It was fun, now I'll let them determine what they want to do from here."

If it's someone that he'll see often afterwards (someone that works for him, or like...other royalty or something), or is more casual friends with, there'll be a little more to it than that, if his partner wants. He'll actually help them clean up a little bit. Maybe offer them something to eat, depending on the time (and if he's already going to be making something for himself anyway)...though that'll be a pretty nonchalant "If you're hungry, I'm going to make something, so come downstairs whenever." He'll be more apt to linger around after they're both finished having sex, and talk a little between them. Aside from that though, it's up to his partner whether he throws in a couple things from the next category, or simplifies it more to the scale of the last category.

If it's a friend, a lover, or just someone that he has sex with often, he's apt to spoil them more (especially in the first two cases). There'll also be a lot more of him being his naturally more playful self around with them afterwards, unprompted. He'll run them a bath afterwards, and while it's filling, go get them something to drink. Carry them to the bath, and help them clean up. Depending on the time, he'll bring them back to bed afterwards so they can sleep, or talk, or if they have to go home or to work or whatever else right away, he'll make sure that they have clean clothes to wear when they leave. If they spend the night, they can expect him to make them breakfast, and bring it to them in bed. Kind of just goes the whole nine yards if his partner wants/allows it.

Overall though, he's not usually the type that finishes, rolls over immediately, and ditches without a word. That makes him feel too much like there's some kind of implied feeling of shame or regret toward the encounter if he does that, so he'll always at least make an effort to show basic decency in his aftercare.

🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it?

Man, he has so many. He's an especially sexually open person, and honestly there are quite a few of his kinks that kind of come and go over time. Some mainstays are things like sensory overload/deprivation, exhibitionism, power struggle, etc.

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

Hi! Love your headcanons, I was wondering if you could do Copia or Terzo headcanons for a chronically ill reader (masculine or gn works) who has vasovagal syncope? I usually get small episodes of it if I stand for too long 💀

Have to get a brain MRI done soon for it and am hoping this will cheer me up before it gets done. Thank you! 💕

Hi!!! Apologies for not getting to this one sooner, I hope you see this before your MRI and if not then hopefully it will be a lovely read for afterwards <3 Part of taking so long was my own chronic illness flare up (shaking my fist at my bowels like a villain) and partly because I wanted to read up on vasovagal syncope before writing so that I could hopefully do your request justice. Hope I've done a good job!! Also I hope the MRI goes/went well for you!

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨

I think Terzo would probably already be aware of it before you get together

He's someone who is very open about his own health and any conditions he may have, and he wants to make sure he can support you in any way he can as well as show you that he's willing to listen if you wanna talk about your condition

When you tell him you have vasovagal syncope, he doesn't make a big deal or fuss about it

He does as much research as he can, including asking the infirmary staff about it and borrowing medical journals from the Ministry archive

He becomes very accustomed with the symptoms so that he can help you out and support you when you're about to have or are having an episode

Terzo will insist that you sit down for half an hour after you have a vasovagal episode, even if you try to tell him you're feeling better. He's not going to risk you getting up too soon afterwards and having another episode. He also makes sure your head is between your legs while you recover from an episode and will stick by your side regardless of whether you tell him to go to a meeting he's late for or not

He's very good at spotting when an episode is coming on and is well acquainted with the situations that are likely to trigger one

He'll make sure you're sitting down, will get a cool flannel to apply to your forehead when you get too hot, carries around ginger biscuits everywhere he goes with you to help combat your nausea (something that Primo suggested as he carries them around for his ghouls who get nauseous very quickly). Terzo can't always catch when you're about to have an episode, such as if you accidentally see blood or he's lost track of time and left you standing too long, but he does his best to help you through an episode whenever it happens

Attends any hospital or doctor appointments you have relating to your condition so that he can be kept up to speed and support you the best he can

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚

Copia does worry a little when you experience an episode in front of him for the first time

However, he has a general idea of what to do and makes sure that you don't try to get up until at least 15 minutes has passed because he wants you to be safe

Once you explain to him what vasovagal syncope is, he also does his own reading and research on the condition because he wants to know as much as possible and doesn't want to put the onus on you to educate him when he can educate himself

He carries anti-sickness tablets with him and also shows you the acupressure point to apply pressure to in order to reduce pain and nausea if he has no tablets on hand

He does his best to always make sure that you're calm and don't have to witness anything like blood or bodily harm or anything else that could trigger a vasovagal episode

Copia also carries around one of those mini battery powered hand fans with him when it's warm outside or in the abbey so that you have a way to cool off when you start getting too hot

Will sit down with you whenever you need him to and reassures you that he doesn't mine sitting down and taking as long as you need to rest. Your health and wellbeing is his top priority and he wants to be someone that you can depend upon when you need to

Rubs your back while you sit with your head between your legs and if you need a distraction he's more than happy to talk about anything and everything until you're ready to go again. Will also make sure that you have your feet elevated when you lay down if you're able to

He won't force himself into the doctors' office with you during appointments, but he promises to sit in with you if you want him to. If you don't want him in the room with you, he'll sit outside as close to the room as he can so that he can still support you

[pricemarshfield]

holy ghost

[Image ID: a picture of Saints & Sinners from The Flash, colorized green and with the text “holy ghost” over it.]

A Coldflash fic written for @coldflashevents Cool for the Summer day 2, using the prompts protectiveness and pining! Also, prompt requested from @hizzieluthor​. Rated E; minors DNI. Read below the cut or on AO3 here.

Prompt: Barry goes back in time to see Len one last time.

This is a bad idea.

Barry's well-aware this is a mistake. He knew it was a mistake to ask Snart for help when robbing A.R.G.U.S., rather than begging Lyla (or, more realistically, begging Oliver to appeal to Lyla for him), going back in time to steal the Dominator tech and putting it back before they even find it, asking one of the other Rogues, or even asking Sara to come take Iris somewhere in the timestream that none of them would ever figure out.

But they'd had everything else ready. The power source was the last step, and Barry didn't feel like rolling the dice on anything less than a sure thing, not for Iris's life. Sure, seeing Len again would hurt, but he'd have taken on breaking the news to Lisa himself than let Iris die because he was too much of a coward to just--shut up and face the reality that Le--Snart was gone.

Except Snart, true to form, didn't make it easy for Barry. He'd let Barry carry him through time and into S.T.A.R. Labs, complimented the ring Eddie bought Iris, didn't let Barry give into the anger prickling under his skin. He'd admitted they get along, even, reached out to touch his shoulder, shook his hand.

Iris is safe, now. There's no excuse for slowing down in front of the flickering neon of the Saints and Sinners sign sometime in 2016, lingering at the door like maybe he'll still have the self-control to leave. Someone--not Snart, a pretty blonde--glares at him, annoyed, until he steps out of her way to let her pass. The bar still smells--well, like a bar, stale beer and mold and something unpleasantly sour.

When he spots Snart sitting in his usual booth, looking utterly unsurprised to see Barry in the doorway, Barry can't help but walk forward, sit across from him, and just--look.

"Here to give another spiel about my heroism?"

Barry startles, wincing at himself for doing so; Snart looks distinctly unimpressed. "No. I..." He trails off. "I hear the pickled eggs here are good."

It comes out as more a question than an olive branch, but Leonard looks amused, not irritated. They stay quiet for a couple moments. Barry tries not to be too obvious about drinking in the sight of Captain Cold, alive, not a martyr. He fails, of course, looking up from the line of Leonard's shoulders to find him watching Barry, far too knowing. Barry's sure his face is as red as his suit, and he's sure the server who walks over at that moment can read the raw gratitude on his face as easily as Leonard.

Barry does end up getting the pickled eggs, if only because he hasn't even pretended to look over the menu since sitting down. Leonard's expression turns more curious than contemplative, and Barry lasts a little less than half a minute before he cracks. "What?"

"Usually you spit out what it is you want by this point."

"Yeah, well," Barry says, and then doesn't add anything, because he knows enough about time to know that this is not a road he can go down. He'd done a hell of a lot more harm than good in trying to save his mom; he can't imagine saving a supervillain who martyred himself saving the universe is going to go any better. "I really don't know."

It's almost stupider than showing up here in the first place, showing his hand like that. He even manages to shock Leonard--Snart, dammit, with his own stupidity, the briefest expression of surprise crossing his features. There's a long beat, Barry shaking his leg under the table, where he tries to think of something to say that'll bring them back to normal. Something forgettable enough that Leonard won't bring it up to his past self before he leaves for the Legends, something that'll give Barry closure so he can go home and not come back.

"Do you want to, I don't know, play a round of pool or something?"

Leonard raises a brow. "Play a round?"

Barry flushes. "Shut up."

"We should play for money, if you're going to talk like that," Leonard says, looking away from him for the first time since Barry sat down, looking across the bar. "Though I'd hardly bother to get up from the table for what you make."

"You know, your attempts to get under my skin aren't subtle," Barry says, before reaching for his wallet. There's been a few times that he's thankful to Thawne, annoyingly, for leaving him the money he did, and this is one of them. He's pretty sure he's got a couple hundreds on him, and that might be enough to turn the tables, just a little. At least, until he reaches into his pocket and finds that he doesn't actually have his wallet where he leaves it. "Seriously?"

Leonard hands him the wallet back, sans cash. "You make it too easy, Scarlet. I'm only surprised it didn't get lifted before you sat down."

There was something thoughtful in Len's gaze, and that was dangerous. The nickname or the way he was obviously putting something together. "Maybe I just wanted to get out of the house."

Snart's expression doesn't change, exactly, only the most minute of twitches at the corner of his mouth. But it's clear he's not buying Barry's lie. "Where's the rest of your team?"

Barry winces. "Hopefully not finding out I was ever here."

Leonard relaxes a little. "Trouble in paradise?"

Barry has to bite back the urge to say everything's great, actually, totally fine, Iris happy with Eddie, Caitlin and Cisco having their own little thing, everyone else settled with the people they love. He's the only one out of anyone who goes home to an empty apartment these days, and that's--

Leonard steps on his foot under the table. "Stop that."

Barry'd started bouncing his knee without noticing, but it's the contact that really freaks him out. From Leonard's perspective, this is the most contact they've ever had, but he doesn't even move away like Barry would if he'd crossed that line, just keeps pressure. It kind of hurts, actually, but not as much as the expression on Leonard's face, suddenly knowing.

"Interesting," he says, pulling his foot back. "Central really isn't in danger, is it?"

Barry shakes his head. The pickled eggs get set in front of him before the server, understandably, makes a beeline away from the table with the biggest idiot in Central City and Captain Cold. Len's eyes are just a little darker, now, and it's too much for Barry to look at, an ache in more ways than one. It's not like he hadn't thought about it, at length. Not like he hadn't hoped for more than another set of helping hands when he told Leonard there was good in him, not like him dying didn't hurt more than it would have if it were Heat Wave or the Top.

"Penny for your thoughts."

"This was a bad idea," Barry mutters, breaking Leonard's gaze. "I should go."

"...notice you're not getting out of your seat."

Barry sighs, because now that he's here,  he's not sure how else this would have gone. "I'm not."

----

The handshake had hurt, looking back. Barry has no idea how he's going to handle Leonard's hand in his hair, the other on his waist under his shirt, shoving him against the wall of one of his safehouses. He whines when Leonard tugs again, can feel Leonard smirking at it.

Len pulls harder, yanking his head back far enough that it breaks the kiss, only moving down to his neck. Barry should tell him not to leave a mark, but what comes out instead is a litany of pleases that would be humiliating if he had the brainpower left to think. "Do you--bed? In here?"

There's a bruise on Barry's throat before Leonard deigns to answer the question. "Could make you come right here."

Barry probably should let him and leave, but-- "I can go again, after?"

"Is that so," Len says in the same Captain Cold drawl he's threatened Barry with every time they've met. It works, unfortunately, and Barry's almost fully hard by the time Leonard gets a hand in his jeans. "Eager."

Barry doesn't bother dignifying that with a response, or maybe just can't get out anything other than a breathless moan at the friction, at the way Len had heard go again and seemingly decided that meant he wanted to get Barry off as soon as possible. It's been awhile, though, and gets to the edge quick even for a speedster. He vibrates, just for a second, in Len's hands before he manages to drag himself back under control.

Len's stopped moving, though, breathing heavier against his neck. "Wondered if you could do that."

The admission that Len's thought about this before, that Barry could have had this--and then Len starts moving again, so it's all Barry can do to keep from vibrating again as he tumbles over the edge. Quick, sure, but it's only a few moments before he's mostly back to himself, trying not to focus on the way Len's hand in his hair relaxed, giving him a moment to breathe. He needs--not that.

"Bed?" Len asks, once Barry shifts a little.

"Yeah," Barry says. "What room is that?"

Len shoots him a considering look. "Second door on the right of that hallway."

He's mostly showing off when he speeds them into the room, but the way Len's eyes go darker is--interesting, and he kisses him to keep either of them from saying anything. Len rolls with it, even lets Barry grab his shirt and hold on for dear life, pushing them both onto the bed. Len's on top of Barry, bodies pressed together, Len warm against his front even through the layers of clothes.

Barry makes a noise that he didn't mean to, feels Leonard chuckle into his mouth. He takes the hand that isn't fisted into Len's shirt and scrapes his hand down the back of his neck. But he shouldn't leave marks, shouldn't leave any more of a record than this that he's been here.

Leonard has no such hesitation, though, biting at the bruise that's probably already half-gone. Barry doesn't even have a semblance of control anymore. And he could go again now if Leonard would so much as touch him, but he wants to see, just once, what he looks like, reaches a hand between Len's legs, into his jeans.

The whole thing is rough, almost frantic, Len marking what feels like every inch of Barry's throat, his collarbone, Barry pumping his fist and feeling Len thrust into his grip. It's fantastic, it's terrible, it's something he already regrets, or maybe just regrets he can't do again.

Leonard pulls back just far enough to pull Barry's jacket and shirt off, running a hand down his stomach, grinning at him in a surprisingly unguarded expression when the muscles in his stomach jump. Barry's face goes even warmer when Len holds two fingers up to Barry's mouth, but he takes them in, anyway, tasting himself. He puts on a decent show of it, if Len's interested gaze is any indication, sharper when Barry hollows his cheeks around them. Barry can't stop thinking about it, dropping to his knees here, in the alley behind Saints and Sinners, in his apartment.

Fuck, he should not have done this.

The thought's almost chased away when Len pulls his hand out of Barry's mouth and reaches down to his chest, tracing slick fingers down his collarbone and over one of Barry's nipples. Barry hisses out a breath, vibrating just a little, which makes Leonard crack and roll his hips against Barry's. It's immensely satisfying, and Barry lets himself feel a little cocky. At least, until Len leans down, gets his mouth around the other nipple.

Barry puts a hand at his mouth at superspeed to stifle the noise he makes, almost forgets he's trying to get Len off as he focuses on the feeling. He wants Len's teeth, wants to ask but he can't, whether it's because he's breathing too hard or because he's worried a warning he should not be giving will comes out instead.

Len reads the way Barry's tensed up and pulls back, nipping at his collarbone. "Something you'd prefer I stay away from?"

"God, no, Barry says. "Come on--"

Len lets Barry pull him even closer, the zipper on his jacket digging into Barry's skin in a way that should bother him more than it does, Barry kissing Len like he's not going to get another chance to. He gets one arm around Len's shoulder and the other still working him. As best he can, anyway; his spine feels like it's jelly when Len reaches a hand back down and pumping him.

"Fuck," Barry hisses.

Barry comes with Len's tongue in his mouth, nails digging into his back, and hand working him through it. He's pretty sure the noise he makes is loud enough that someone might call in a noise complaint. Len follows not long after, like he was just waiting to make sure Barry was too out of his mind to pay attention, or maybe the vibrating just pushed him over the edge. He's left limp and panting as Len pulls his hand back, as Barry does the same.

For just a moment, Barry lets himself indulge in the hazy fantasies he's been trying to bury for months. Waking up draped across Len's chest, getting takeout in the evenings, getting to trust that Len will be there and breathing, next to him every night. Then he wrestles it back down, because it doesn't hurt any less the hundredth time.

Len rolls over so that he's lying next to Barry. "Can't say I was expecting that."

Barry snorts. "Yeah, me either." He turns to just stare at him, hoping that Len will chalk it up to him being sentimental. There's less gray in his hair than there was when Barry visited him in Siberia, if only marginally.

"I got something on my face?"

Barry looks away. "No. We shouldn't do this again." There's a long pause. Barry glances back to Leonard, enough to see the briefest surprise, disappointment cross his expression. "It's not that I don't--" He cuts himself off before he can say something stupid.

"For someone who seems convinced I can be a hero," and Barry can't quite hide his wince at that, "You're awfully quick to head out."

"I'm not..." Barry'd give anything to be able to stay. Sure, Len wouldn't let him, would kick him out before morning with a snide warning about bad habits or something, but to be able to push that until they found something that worked. Barry'd give anything.

Len elbows him. "Are you rushing out or not?"

Barry spares him one last look. This is worse. God, is Siberia gonna change? Is the Oculus? There's a jolt of hope at that that he can't quite bury, and--

"Why did you come to Saints and Sinners?" The question's slower, suspicious in a way that Len usually isn't, not with Barry. "Barry."

Barry jumps when someone knocks on the door. "Wh--"

Len'd taken the cold gun out of its holster when he'd let Barry in, but his fingers twitch towards where the holster is on his leg anyway. "Barry."

"I have no idea who that is," Barry says, heart in his throat. He can't let the timeline change; he wants it to more than almost anything. "Do--"

"Leonard Snart," calls a no-nonsense woman's voice. "Barry Allen."

Barry pulls his shirt on in a rush of super-speed and goes to take a look before rushing back to the bedroom. "Did you know the blonde at the bar earlier?"

Len shakes his head. "Get the cold gun."

Barry does, bringing it back to him before he opens the door to give the woman a chance to explain herself before Len shoots her. "What do you want?"

"Mr. Allen," says the woman. "I'm Agent Sharpe. From the Time Bureau."

Ah, shit. "Wh--I haven't done anything."

She snorts. "Sure." Before Barry can process what the hell's happening, she holds something up towards Len and Barry knocks it out of her hand. "Hey!"

"What is that?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"Barry," she says, ignoring Len entirely. "It's not a gun. It won't hurt him. Actually, if I'm remembering his file correctly, he's already dealt with this before."

The cold gun whirs behind them, powering up, and Agent Sharpe holds it back up and--takes a picture? Or something? A light flashes in Len's face and startles him. "Come on."

She pulls Barry through the door and closes it, only keeping himself from reacting because he doesn't know if she knows he's the Flash yet, and he should--you know, keep his identity secret. "Is he okay? What the hell is that?"

"A memory flasher," she says, expression wrinkling a little as she notices how rumpled he is. "I'm just fixing your mistake. Head home, Allen. Don't do this again. You're lucky the Director has a soft spot for you."

"So...he won't remember any of this?"

Her gaze softens, just a little. "No. I'm sorry. For what it's worth....we looked into if there was any other option." With a slightly self-conscious expression, she adds, "We're not the Time Masters. We do look to see if there's...kinder ways, when it comes to our people. But there isn't anything else. And there's nowhere we won't notice, either"

"But he--" Barry's jaw clenches. "He's the reason you all exist. Isn't he?" You can't make an exception for just one person?"

"Like you did?" she says, irritated, before visibly composing herself. "You know how that goes. I can jump us back to your time if you don't feel up to running." She rests a hand on his shoulder, comforting. "I know--"

"No," Barry interrupts, shaking it off. "I'll make my own way."

With that, he speeds off, leaving her behind. Leaving Len behind, too. Time folds around him, and he sees S.T.A.R. Labs, Saints and Sinners, Siberia. He should go home, tell his team how much of an idiot he's been, forget this ever happened, maybe have Cisco brew up speedster-proof alcohol to help.

Or.

He could just be more careful next time. He's hardly gotten closure. And now he knows, the Time Bureau's keeping an eye on him. She was at the bar earlier, so he needs to be more careful. Wear a hood or...something, he doesn't know. But just one last time, this time with his head screwed on straight. Maybe he'll figure out a way to change things without the Time Bureau, whoever the hell they are, basically condemning Len to die, just like Barry has. Maybe he'll just--leave things on better terms. Something. Anything.

Fuck, this is a bad idea.

[heyitstwistytime]

Playing Possum

Prologue:

You're a defenseless person trapped in a world with intense and deadly magic it was only a matter of time before something happened. Well, more than the usual brand of nonsense.

Really it's laughable how it all played out. You got a love letter with instructions to meet up near Ramshackle's forest during lunch. You almost didn't go, but you know that the boys here are...eccentric and persistent. Better bite the bullet and nip this in the bud.

You meet him, an overconfident third year who spends most of his love confession bragging about himself. You reject him, and he curses you into an opossum. With no thumbs and a lot shorter worldview, he leaves you to fend for yourself. With no one else you head to the friends you've made here during your... extended vacation.

Heartslabyul Boys

Ace Trappola:

Absolutely not.

Terrible choice tbh.

Thinks you're ugly and doesn't hesitate to tell you

Probably pokes you with a stick. Oh, that hurts? Ah man, that sucks you should've been stronger.

If you somehow tell him you're the housewarden of Ramshackle he will spend the next hour laughing so hard he can't breathe.

Then he tries to threaten you, blackmail you, whatever it takes to get you as his personal servant.

Man is thriving off this power imbalance.

Bite him for me

Deuce Spade:

Dense but will absolutely take you in and take care of you.

Does he know anything? No. But very good boy.

Congratulations!

You've unlocked the achievement pampered pet!

Will do everything in his power to get you back to normal.

Works better if you promise to make him food.

But even if you don't he'll try. He's a good friend unlike some Ace

He will let you chill on his shoulders and carries you to class.

Totally can be convinced to skip though.

Though if you do go to class, you have to explain the situation and the teachers will most definitely point you to a solution.

If you skip... well... hope that one of you thinks to ask someone for help.

Cater Diamond:

Another terrible choice.

Will rescue you, (if you're injured) posting on magicam his deeds and then absolutely paw you off on Trey.

Doesn't really want the responsibility and Trey will do a much better job

Will avoid you 100% if you're uninjured. Can't even tell him who you are.

Puppy eyes will work on him but you're not a puppy so...

Corner him if you want him to know.

He very hesitantly will take care of you... if you insist.

Hates the idea of searching for a counter spell.

Mention magicam modeling sessions or like those accounts dedicated to pets and you've got his whole attention. Just when he remembered Riddle...

Forces you to be an opossum for two days. For the views. Bite. Him.

Trey:

Responsible but absolutely not looking for a pet.

Not that he wants an opossum as a pet.

I headcanon that he probably dislikes rats. Mostly because he grew up working in a bakery. If I was a rat I'd break into a bakery.

Will try and nudge you back somewhere safer (and out of the way).

Tell him who you are and he'll feed you and make sure you're safe.

The only one on this list whose first instinct isn't 'I can solve this problem by myself'.

He goes to Riddle.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Definitely, an animal lover, will 100% help you out, but only if it seems you want it.

Man respects wild creatures okay.

Headcanon him secretly wanting lots of animal friends bc he's super lonely and isolated

So you go to him and you've already won.

Will lecture you the whole time (affectionately) that wild animals should be more careful around humans.

He totally lectures the hedgehogs.

Responsible All the way.

He totally becomes attached and wants to keep you.

Unless there's a rule against it you'll be living large with the hedgehogs.

How flustered he is depends on when you reveal you're the Ramshackle housewarden.

The longer the better.

Does everything in his power to turn you back.

You're probably good by the end of the day.

Conclusion: If you want to be a pet go to Deuce or Riddle. Avoid Ace and Cater. If you have to Trey will work. He makes tasty snacks at least.

[noirapocalypto]

👀👑📚 for Paola

🔥❤️💎 for Paolo

🔪☁️🦋 for Judah?

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Thank you 💕 @a-pirate

25 OC Questions

Paola

👀 Describe your OC through the eyes of another person! (bonus + specify who)

From Renato's POV:

"I've known her since we were kids. She was this scrappy little thing, not afraid of anything or anyone. She'd pick a fight with the biggest kid on the block if they so much as looked at her--or her brother--wrong. And she's still like that to this day. She's fearless--brave. But she's also angry. She's been angry her whole life. That girl's a ticking time bomb sometimes, never know when she's going to go off. She's good though, she has a good soul--her intentions come from a good place. Paola stands out a lot, both because of her loud mouth and her loud looks. It's really hard to lose her in a crowd. Just look for that blue hair and inked arms, or listen out for her. Trust me, she's not quiet."

👑 If your OC was made royal (or is royal) how would they use their power? Are they a good leader or bad? Do their subjects like them or is it ‘off with their head’? Do they enjoy being royal?

Paola would be...a good but firm and somewhat fickle leader. 😆She's not bad, she's not evil or cruel or any of that. She will absolutely help her subjects and make sure she's well taken care of. But she will be ruthless with her punishments. She has a set view on what she considers right and wrong. There are things she won't tolerate. Cross any of those lines, and she will be judge, jury and executioner. She will also elevate her loved ones to royal or high class status too, without hesitation. 😅She'd spoil them and made sure they were taken care of. She greatly enjoys being a royal though, she loves the luxury that comes with it.

📚 If your OC was given some kind of forbidden knowledge, what would they do with it? Would they tell anyone? Use it for evil or good? How would it change their outlook on life, if at all?

She would tell her inner circle (her brother, Renato, Embry and her partner) but would keep it a secret from anyone else. Depending on the situation, if it's something that could get any of her loved ones hurt, she might not even tell them and carry the burden herself. She would use it for good though. Or at least, try to. She would want to 'change the world for the better'--whatever that means to her.

Paolo

🔥 If your OC known for having temper tantrums? If not, what gets them really angry? What makes their blood BOIL? Is there anyway to calm them down or are they unstoppable? What are they like when they’re angry? Do they take it out on their loved ones?

Paolo is the more level-headed and chill between the twins, so it's not like him to throw a temper tantrum. However, he's not immune to his outbursts of anger when he's really fed up or provoked. He doesn't like when people look down on him or treat him like an idiot because he likes to joke around. He can't stand when people dismiss him and treat him like they're better or smarter than him. He'll let it slide at first, but he'll hold that resentment until he snaps and will 'politely' tell them to knock it off.

Another way to set him off is to hurt someone he loves, whether physically, verbally or some other way that was meant to purposely antagonize them. That will set him off and he will lash out. If someone hits his sister or his partner, then all bets are off and he will retaliate physically. That's one of the few times one can provoke rage-filled violence out of him.

When he's angry for other reasons, it's not too difficult to calm him down. He usually just needs his space, leave him be for a while to cool off, then he'll be ready to talk about it or do what needs to be done in order to move on. He never takes it out on anyone else (because he's been the victim of that in a prior relationship), such as a partner.

The only person he has taken his anger out on (verbally) is his sister--mostly because she's extremely hotheaded and confrontational when she's angry as well. If they're both mad or fighting with one another, it's best to separate them because she will push his buttons and he will react to it. It's usually always just shouting matches though, it never becomes much more serious than that. Neither of them have it in them to hurt the other physically.

❤️ What would your OC’s ideal lover be like? Appearance, personality, voice? Would their family approve or would it be civil war?

Paolo wants and needs someone that's willing to put up with his goofy and playful personality. It doesn't matter to him if they're equally as goofy or if they're shy, just so long as they accept him as who he is. He needs gentleness in his life, especially after his unpleasant prior experience with his ex. He wants someone that will treat him with kindness and love. And thankfully, he found that in someone.

Paolo doesn't have a specific type, but he's grown very fond of tallness with curly blonde hair, which just so happens to fit the description of his beloved to a T. Very much fond of amber hued eyes too.

He would greatly hope his sweetheart's family approves 😆He tries really hard to make himself as likable as possible, even tones down the memes if he needs to. He just hopes they know how much he loves his partner and how important they are to him. And he's always happy to have more people to call his family too, if they let him.

💎 Does your OC collect anything? Is there a reason? When did they start and is it beginning to turn into a little bit of a hoarding issue? What do they do with their collection?

Paolo has a decently sized collection of sunglasses. Some actual luxury sunglasses that he saved up for, others are dinky plastic ones that he wears for funsies. All different shapes too: round lenses, aviators, square rimmed, heart shaped, star shaped, all sorts of colors. He has at least one pair of glasses that match with almost every single outfit he owns. They've become his go-to accessory. He knows his limits though, and doesn't over do it. Should he ever get tired of a pair he has, he usually passes them along to someone else.

Judah

🔪 Has your OC ever killed someone? Ever had to defend themselves against violence? How did this make them feel? Or, alternatively, has your OC ever attacked someone? Seen someone die?

At this point of his story, Judah has never killed anyone or has been the cause of someone losing their life (putting out a hit, etc). Despite his very intense personality, Judah isn't exactly physically violent and that's something he kinda takes pride in. He lords it over his family--his siblings in particular, that he's able to handle his problems through sheer wit, intelligence and cleverness alone, unlike them.

However, if it were to absolutely come down to it, I think he would react accordingly if his life was in danger or the life of his loved one was in danger. Take a partner, for example. The love he has for them is strong enough to make him go against his principles and end the life of whoever it is that's hurting them.

He hasn't been placed in this situation. Yet. But there will come a time where Judah will have to react and it's going to effect him severely, regardless of the reason why he did it. There will be no coming back from that and he's going to need to cope with it.

☁️ What’s something your OC wishes they could forget? Why is this? Or, what is something that your OC has forgotten? (or do both!)

There is A LOT that Judah wishes he could forget, both from his youth and his adulthood. But if I had to pick a moment from many, I think it would be an occasion where he told a former partner of his that he loved them and they didn't say it back. Other than obvious heartbreak, he also felt immense shame and embarrassment. He felt small. That's something he never wants to feel again and wishes he could scrub that memory from his mind. He ended the relationship very shortly after.

🦋 If your OC could change everything (or just something) about their life would they? What would they change? What do they think would happen if they did? What would their loved ones think?

More than likely, how his parents handled parenthood. He knows himself and his siblings are the result of very poor, abusive family dynamics, and there was zero chance of them being normal, happy people. He would want to change that, not just for himself, but for his brother and sister too. If his parents had managed to break the cycle of abuse, manipulation and toxicity they learned from their parents, then maybe the DuBois children would have been entirely different people. Kinder, softer, much more full of love. Things would have been different, he would have been happier. And he imagines his siblings would have too. None of them would have been damaged.