#how many OTHER times has he nearly died hmm??

[halfagone]

I love me a good Damian losses his shit over his supposed dead tvin being alive because he actually missed him. Do you have any ideas?

Hmm *strokes nonexistent goatee* Now this one is tricky. A big thing for me is that if Danny and Damian are twins and get separated, then the logic for why they never tried to look for each other just has to make sense you know? But since he thinks Danny died...

How about this: Since Damian and Dányál (sorry, I like this spelling better) are twins, the decision on who takes up the position as heir will be made after an adequate amount of training and time. neither would be treated with more favor than the other, so that they can probably prove who deserves the position more. Or at least, that's how it was supposed to go.

In reality, Dányál hadn't been interested in the combat and physical training. He did as he was told, and he excelled, but it was clear to everyone that he was simply not putting it all into his tutelage. But then, when Damian and Dányál started being taught poisons and toxic flowers and plants and disease and chemicals, that is where he began to flourish. He took to it like a flower to the sun, and there was no denying his skill in the area. Damian did well, of course, but where Damian thrived in physical combat Dányál thrived in a scientific setting.

At first, this had been treated as something of a dirty secret. Or perhaps more accurately, a weakness on Dányál's part. Many believed that Ra's would not take kindly to his grandson straying aware from his core teachings for something not nearly as important in the bigger picture.

But then one day, the Demon's Head himself spies one of his young grandsons tucked away in the greenhouse, scribbling away on a snatched piece of paper about the acidity of different types of herbs and how they could potentially negatively interact with other plants. The details are rudimentary really, and Ra's has certainly thought of many of the same possibilities but has found through experimentation that it is simply not possible. But he is young still, and obviously he does have the mind for it, even if he is not yet a master of the trade.

He does not have any need for two heirs, but he does have need for an intelligent, loyal scientist.

So he drags this grandson of his in front of an audience, proclaiming to everyone present that Dányál's 'behavior' needs to be rewarded. He is to be sent elsewhere to be taught properly. For everyone in the room, they believe it is Ra's' underhanded way of saying Dányál is to be killed for straying from his path.

Talia believes this. Worst of all, Damian believes this too.

Ra's does not inform his daughter of his plans. He knows that she is soft towards her children, and would rather whisk this one away if it means she might be able to save them both. He has no plans on killing Dányál of course, but perhaps he could use this as a learning opportunity for his daughter and other grandson.

Dányál is informed of nothing. All he knows is that one minute he had been hiding away in the greenhouse and then the next Grandfather had ripped his papers out of his hands.

He thinks he is about to die, and all he can do is try not to cry as he stares over at his equally terrified brother.

He is sent to Fenton Works, in an odd little city called Amity Park, Illinois. The couple who runs the operation finds themselves suddenly in charge of a young boy named Dányál, who is to be taught everything they know. The Fenton's had run low on funding, and when a mysterious donor had reached out, they had been too ecstatic to think things through properly. They now find themselves indebted to a very powerful man, with a young girl of their own to think about.

When they hear their donor is visiting, they are understandably frightened. But then he brings a young boy with him, who they quickly learn is his grandson, and should be treated with the dignity and respect he deserves because of that fact. He tells them to train him, teach him everything they know, and logically they know Ra's wants them to teach this boy everything so that he can be rid of them. They are replacable, disposable.

This should scare them even more, make them loathe the boy for the burden and fear he now brings with him. But then they look at the terrified expression on that little boy's face, and they realize it a noose just as much as it is a chance to rescue him.

They manage to make compromises. Dányál, now known legally as Daniel, has to be enrolled in school, so as to not bring CPS or the government bearing down on their heads. They might need him to help gather supplies, and he can't do that if he doesn't legally exist. Ra's cares very little in the nitty-gritty details, but he is rather pointed in his demands. They are to keep an eye on him and report back to him about his behavior and progress regularly.

They are sure Ra's demands Daniel to do the same, report back about them and if they are keeping up to Ra's' commands. But that does not stop them from feeding him well, treating him as if he was their own. They bring him down to the lab often, teach him all that they know without regret, and watch as he slowly but surely opens up to them.

They learn a great many things about each other, and without ever discussing, they are careful not to mention any of this in their respective reports. Jazz takes to her unexpected baby brother with the same kind of zeal she takes to her school work, and Daniel- who quickly becomes the endearing 'Danny'- adores her even when the memories she brings with her stab him through the heart.

He misses his brother. But he is at least relieved in the knowledge that one day they might meet again.

At 14, Danny dies. His history with the LoA changes nothing and everything surrounding this fact. When he starts to show odd behavior, the Fenton parents begin to worry, wondering what they should do. They try not to bring up any of this in their reports, and simply hope that Danny doesn't either.

The very first time Danny misses a monthly report to his Grandfather is also the very same month his parents take him and Jazz to visit Gotham to take some samples on the swamp dwelling there.

He doesn't realize there is someone else living there, missing him just as fiercely and hoping they can meet again.

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When Damian finds Dányál again, sees him alive and well after far too many years apart, he is at first euphoric. His twin brother is alive, after all. Why wouldn't he be happy?

But then he founds out his brother is not out from under the thumb of their grandfather like he'd first assumed. Not only is Danny still technically working for the League, he is also aiding them in some of their ventures with his joint research with the Fenton's.

Damian attempts to physically stop his brother, hoping to take him in and back to the Cave for further interrogation. But Danny can't trust Damian either now. He has no love for the League, not after a taste of freedom, however small it might have been. Damian has no way of ensuring his adopted family's safety, and honestly has shown no interest in helping them escape the League's clutches as well.

When Damian pushes, Danny shoves back. Hard.

They might have managed to escape their destined battle the first time, but there is no escaping it a second time.

[cyanide-latte]

4, 7 and 12 for Copper and Chrysanthos ^^

Ooh thank you, this should be fun! 👀

4: What are your OC’s minor fears?

I mentioned previously that one of Copper's minor fears is drowning. Another is any particularly loud noises that resemble the sound of gunshots or whipcracks. The guy who abducted Copper when he was little and held him as an abductee for most of his life has a tendency to get a little trigger-happy when he loses his temper, and though Copper has never been shot or whipped by him, the threat was always there. Those sounds will make him flinch reflexively, and even after he reaches freedom and relative safety, it still freaks him out a bit.

Chrysanthos doesn't have a ton of minor fears, though he does internally panic at the possibility of getting roped into Shenanigans™ whenever he visits NRC for his job assignments only to possibly wind up with everyone looking to him for some kind of guidance. That's a lot of expectation from some kids who are more vulnerable than they like to admit, and he hates to let them down, especially when it's coming anyone in either of the dorms he has a bias towards (Ignihyde and Octavinelle.) That doesn't mean he won't rise to the occasion as needed though.

(You know that clip from Stranger Things where Steve Harrington says "I promised to keep you shitheads safe, and that's exactly what I plan on doing"? Chrys's energy at any given point in time. Helps that Joe Keery is also who I picked for his VC, because so many moments of Steve being the babysitter are also peak Chrys energy.)

7: Why did they join their clubs? 

Copper joins the Track & Field club after he enrolls! He picked it largely because it felt the most forgiving to newcomers (the board games club or the mountain lovers club were the other options, sure, but he wasn't keen to be alone in a club with any of the Octotrio without an ally and Idia didn't seem like he'd qualify to fit that particular bill,) but also because he figures it'll be a good way to maintain his health and strength. He's pretty malnourished when he first visits NRC as a guest, and after he becomes enrolled and joins Pomefiore, both Rook and Vil point out a club with physical activity will help to balance things out as he adjusts to so many drastic changes at once. Vil actually is the one who recommends Track & Field to Copper, even if he still has certain expectations of how Copper needs to then balance this with the tenets of the dorm, and Copper agrees it's the best choice for him.

As for Chrys, I have a feeling that whatever club he was in no longer exists as a result of his accident during his junior year. He lost most of his left leg as a result of a blastcycle accident (and very nearly would have died altogether if his Signature Spell/Unique Magic hadn't finally manifested and saved his life in that exact moment, so he was probably in a club that raced blastcycles (though whether or not that was actually what the club was supposed to be for is dubious. And he definitely joined the club for the chance to race blastcycles himself, though that's a thing of the past now.)

12: What is your OC’s favorite event(s), what was their role?

Hmm... I'll really have to do some thinking on this one and reblog this post with the answer later once I've got it figured out. 🤔

[yennasun]

Drifting....

Thats what he was doing, drifting, not sleeping.

It'd been better than before, countless nights kept up by the sounds of roaring explosions.

At least they stopped the barrage...

He sat slumped against the wall of the trench he and his battalion had given countless lives to dig...so many lives lost for so little ground gained...

Thankfully, he hadn't been on guard duty tonight. He hated the thought of it, since the first time he peeked his head over the trench on guard duty, an enemy sharpshooter had taken his helmet off.

"I'm hit! I'm hit!!" He screamed out, feeling around his head.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Their captain stormed over and asked.

"He's been shot, sir!" The other guard said.

The captain got close to mango, inspecting him as he himself did.

He was surprised and...glad, that there was no blood.

"They saw the flash of your muzzle... Once you shoot, you never stay in the same place... Remember boys, shoot and move."

It'd been 3 months since then, 3 months since his first day on the front.

23 men died yesterday, 44 the day before and just today, 36 lives were lost in this trench alone. He didn't care to learn of the entire death count.

He only knew of this, only because he collected their dog tags to have sent to their families, they deserved that much...

Would anyone do the same for me...?

No, of course not. Everyone else is too busy trying not to die to think of each other, and he couldn't blame them... no, he couldn't blame them at all. After all, it was his decision after his...

His...one of his best friends had been killed in front of him...

Him, grey, azure and maroon had all joined the army as fresh faced young men. Grey and azure not even being men, but mere boys only 16 years of age.

"Mango, would you sign this for me? Your handwriting looks the most like my father's." Grey had asked

Mango nodded, taking the clipboard that had his papers on it, but he was stopped.

"Wait, you mustn't!" Azure said anxiously

"And why not?" Mango asked

"His father will surely beat him for it! What if they find out?"

"How will they?" Maroon said slyly

"He's right, how will they know?" Mango agreed as he signed Grey's sheet.

Azure had contemplated going to his mother to have her sign it, but after much convincing he finally caved and let maroon sign it.

The four had gone into the enlistment camp, young men who were desperate to prove themselves, to see the world, with little idea of what they were truly getting themselves into.

"Please remove your civilian attire!" One soldier commanded.

They all did, standing in line with nothing more than their undergarments.

First to collect his uniform, was maroon. He passed by mango with a perplexed look on his face.

"Weird...this one already has a name tag on it..."

Mango shrugged it off, it was finally his turn to collect his uniform.

He gleefully accepted it and began walking away, before turning back.

"Excuse me!" He said walking back to the desk.

"I believe it belongs to someone else." He said, pointing at the name tag on it.

He looked down at it.

"Hmm...suppose it didn't fit the last lad." He said gently peeling the name tag off.

"It's yours now." He handed it back to mango, who once again took it with glee.

He dropped the name tag on the ground, where several others lie...

They'd gone into the atrium, where a preacher was giving a speech for the young men about to enter the conflict.

They all listened intently and the preachers finished with; "for King and Country!"

They all boomed with cheers, were lead outside and marched with high hopes and even higher confidence, singing as they marched.

They finally reached a truck station, it was nearly time.

The 4 all met eachother near the truck that would take them to the front.

They laughed, and joked and talked amongst themselves.

Before being interrupted.

"Board up everyone! Time to go, now!" A voice boomed above them.

Their unit captain had marched them into the truck to be transported to the front lines.

They all talked amongst themselves, sharing an eagerness to reach the front. Mango was happy all of his friends where in his unit!

The captain looked around, before facing maroon.

"You there, why are you here?" He asked

"Sir, I wish to serve the nation and see the world sir!" The captain looked down at maroon and shook his head

"That's what they all say..." he mumbled under his breath.

"You want to serve your country? Then you're on guard duty tonight!"

He went back around, having out guns.

"You all are here today to serve the front, and this has earned you, save for the uniforms you already wear, a shiny new M4A2. You will take this weapon with you everywhere you go, you will serve with it, and damnit, you will learn to love this weapon!"

He looked around.

"Now repeat after me; this is my rifle! There are many like it, but this one is mine!"

"This is my rifle! There are many like it, but this one is mine!" Their voices mixed together in a cacophony of enthusiasm.

The truck finally stopped at the signal of a doctor who's coat was covered in blood. He approached the back with haste.

"Sir, I need this truck. Would you ask your troops to leave?" The doctor asked

"No doctor, this truck is fo-" he was interrupted by the doctor who'd lowered his voice.

"With all due respect captain, I need you to take whatever orders you've been given and stick them up your arse, I've got 40 men who are wounded and they will die without this truck." The doctor said in a quick whisper

The captain looked down, contemplating his next move.

"Allright, everyone off!" He bellowed

Everyone had gotten off the truck in orderly fashion and were instructed to March in a single file like to the trenches.

"Keep moving everyone, we haven't got all day. Come on now!" The battalion commander ordered everyone.

The closer they got, the more the sound of...some kind of thunder was heard from the distance.

Must be a storm brewing today...thought it looked a tad cloudy.

They marched in lax, until a whistle was heard overhead.

BOOM!

The source of the thunder was made clear to all of them, only it wasn't thunder at all.

The explosion had scared everyone to the ground.

"Everyone down, now!" The captain yelled over the blasts.

"Gas masks, everyone!"

They'd all put their masks on, except for mango who helped azure put his on, as he was shaken badly.

He then put his on, all while the captain stared at him.

He finally gotten his mask on and met the captains eyes.

"What took you so long?" His muffled voice leaked through.

"I'm sorry sir!" He responded.

The captain took a breath, still looking at mango.

"Had it been gas, you wouldn't be here... you'll be dead by dawn." He said walking past mango.

They continued in silence and soon made it to the trenches, the booming sound of artillery fire had made everything else unheard of.

They all broke into a sprint to the trenches, dodging bullets and explosions alike. It was horrible.

Once they reached the trenches, him and azure took cover to return fire on the enemy.

They stayed there for hours. The only respite they'd gotten is when they went to grab more ammo. The sound of guns, both large and small, had left them speechless and breathless.

Night had fallen, hours of gunfighting had felt like days already.

This isn't what I signed up for, this isn't what I signed up for at all!

His terrified thoughts raced in the midst of open combat, making all rational process moot.

Eventually the guns went silent.

All that could be heard were the two's rapid breaths and pounding hearts, the silence was more deafening than the gunfire that drowned their screams of terror.

"Th...they've stopped firing." Azure said through breaths.

"They have...they have." Mango replied.

They sat in silence.

"I'm gonna have a look, maybe the enemies have retreated!" He began to stand.

Mango pulled him down roughly.

"Are you crazy?! What if they're waiting!"

"Nonsense, they must be retreating!" He stood up and looked.

The sight of a bullet piercing azure's skull nearly made mango vomit, his body went limp immediately and fell in slow motion and hit the ground with a sickening thump.

"Azure!" He screamed, but he hadn't time to dwell.

"Barrage! Barrage! Everyone get to the parados!"

The whistles sounded again, followed by more thunderous explosions.

Mango scrambled to his feet and followed his comrades into a binder deep in the trenches, dirt ceilings held up by wooden planks.

The explosions sounded over head, echoing through his skull and making him curl in on himself.

Around him, grown men were crying for their mothers, holding onto whatever they could or, just like mango, where holding their helmets and screaming for dear life.

I can't do this I can't! I want to go home...I just wanna go home!

The lanters that lit the bunker had begun to shake before going out, leaving the soldiers in the dark with nothing but the sound of booming artillery and their own screams to accompany them.

The wood gave in as the bunker collapsed, silencing the screams of men as mango blacked out after being hit by falling planks.

Everything was dark, dark yet dark still. Was he dead? Did he simply dream the whole thing?

Either way, at least the nightmare was over....

Or so he thought.

Light began to bleed into his eyes as he felt weight being lifted off of him.

"We've got a survivor, sir!" Mangos eyes fluttered open and he was met with his captain.

"On your feet soldier, there's no rest for the wicked just yet! Rainwater threatens our position, use your helmet, and help the others throw it out of the trench!" The captain said before running to find more survivors.

Mango got up and wandered among the corpses as though he himself were a ghost.

He went to each body, locating their dog tags and putting them in his pouch to have sent away.

His emotions felt grey as he did, each body he saw put a stone in his heart that couldn't he removed.

Among the dead, he came across azure's body.

He did the same as he did the others, took off his dogtags so he could have it sent back.

But this time he stayed longer, taking in his lifeless features as quiet, ugly sobs escaped his grasp.

He caressed azure's face confortingly, just as he did when azure came to him crying after his father beat him...

His skull had been blown open, leaving nothing inside. His eyes were hollow and wandered aimlessly, one tainted with a crimson tint for the overflow of blood in his head.

With a cru of anguish, mango swept his hand across azure's wandering eyes, allowing him to rest in peace.

He went to where other soldiers were scooping water out from the rainstorm.

"Mango, where's azure!" Grey said shakily, wanting comfort from the boy he considered a brother.

He didn't have the heart to tell him, he couldn't.

"Mango, where is he?!" He said more desperately.

Mango knew grey saw the look of shock and grief on his face, and drew the conclusion.

"No...no don't tell me h-he can't be!"

"Grey, go sit down for a bit. Please." Maroon said, leading him away.

He came back to mango and the two got to work.

The captain came over to help them, using his helmet as well.

"My uh...I can't fell My hands sir." Maroon said.

The captain stopped and looked at him.

"...just stick them in your undies, son. It always works for me."

That was 3 months ago, and it hadn't gotten any easier. If anything, it just engrained it in his mind more and more.

"This is my life now...oh God...I don't want to die..." he whispered to himself while crouched behind the dark walls of the trench, the same position he was in when he watched azure die...

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@nzn43 JUMPSCARE ONESHOT

Did I get ya? Lol

I hope you like it, I took a bit of inspiration from that drawing you made and also from that movie i told you about.

[lamentingocean]

"Work by Ocean~

~○Cheong myeong x seagull°

warning: thrusting, hard nsfw, ass slapping, blowjob, grinding, horny lines and just pure sex, ofc it's sex, making out, dick eating, just pure insanity in sex. Just have a great fucking time. 👩‍🦼

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seagull was a lovable man, but he's also odd to be part of a sect only to fangirl on the divine dragon of the sect. we all love for who he is and how his mysterious antics do and work, but cheong meyong.. he's a wild one. many people question how he became the divine dragon of Mount hua and serve the future legacy of this sect. sad that Mount hua has a sad past when It comes to ancient china's drama.

Being part of the 10 great sects, being sabotaged by the southern edge sect, the prodigy of Mount hua getting killed by the leader of the demon cult, and getting their title removed once everyone died on that mountain,the place of when cheonma's decapitated body is held down like a ancient board to store bodies by the terms of egyptians. it's a sad sight. To see such a powerful sect get beaten down into a pulp and get their title taken away like a child getting their lollipop snatched from their hands. seagull watched as he saw cheong meyong do a lot for his sect. the sect that he grew up with and died in the exact same sect. It's like watching his own family die, and he has to be the one to watch everything go downhill. He will sacrifice everything in his power to restore his sect to its former glory. even if it means facing cheonma once again in the spike of destruction.

he closes the book, looking at the drawn pages of that day like in a children book with pictures. the colored pages were like stained blood on the pages.

But it wasn't blood. It was a blood moon, and the grass was bathed in blood of Mount hua. The weapons were in the tips of the red dirt as bodies were found and seen everywhere upon the battleground. Seagull flipped to the last page to only see cheong meyong swinging his sword with the beauty of the seven blossom technique and the beauty of their techniques to defeat this monster. actually terrifying to think that this monster of a leader might come back someday to cause havoc upon the chinese world. he put the book down, wishing for trouble not to eat him out since that book is off limits to Mount hua disciples.

seagull felt a slap of wind hit his neck. He looked to the side to see the beak-line disciples training. none of them had the strength to summon blossoms at the tip of their swords, but beakcheon.. he's a good aspect of what the mount hua swordsmanship. even though he's handsome but also resembles his brother a lot, Jin geumryong of the zhongan sect, but he wasn't with the beak-line disciples. he was with cheong meyong and the others. just trying to strategically plan their next move on the wudang sect.

Instead of reaching out to him, cheong meyong wasn't even there to begin with. so where is he? I'm sure he and the others that are like a squad to him in a video game are supposed to be the most powerful disciples of Mount hua, no questions asked by the sect leader about them. seagull looked around the plan to find him. "This sect grew so much, and I'm proud of how much they work for this sect's nearly restored glory." he spoke off in his mind as he went through each hall, each dining hall, each lounge, each training grounds, and each suite to find this dragon.

A small sound of rain was at the end of the sect. it was one last suite that wasn't checked. seagull peaked his head to the site of steam like someone was taking a shower in the back. black and pink clothes were scattered across the floor, and it seemed to be coming from outside the back and not inside of the suite.

"cheong meyong? hmm... let's take a peak to the back. did the sect leader just give him his own suite to bathe in since he is the divine dragon after all..??" he peaked his head to the back of the building once again but to see something so eye poisoning but so hot at the same time.

You saw his entire body naked with branches covering it in some sort of royal shower with plants as decor for it. It was light pink blossoms shining upon his lower body. It's like he's a model. But then.

As he is washing his body.

laughing as if he's a drunken mess, he took a guzzle of his favorite wine, we never even see him drink wine but only booze as if it's his favorite drink before a mission or to stink of it as lay down with many duties sitting on his face. he had the edges of his mouth drip with this wine. He sat down the wine in a small compartment. so many damn thoughts went through the roof of his mind when witnessing this absurd but ridiculously attractive eye-catching sight. "What is he doing?"

"God his abs are hot i just want to munch on them."

"I wish I could scream at this moment but I cant."

"God, I hope he didn't see me." He tied his hair up while it looked fluffy and pleasing to touch. this is jaha's brother in biological nature. he went right back inside the suite to give himself some nice skin care. seagull didn't want to feel like a creep, so he headed back to the main grounds of the sect, keeping his neutral face as if he didn't want to scream out of what he just saw. it was lunchtime. and everyone is treated to a delicious spread of meat.

It was 25 minutes later. seagull took the chopsticks and stuck some meat in the middle of them, chomping his mouth on it, so flavorful and so extravagant. He saw this divine dragon laughing and eating across the table with his mouth in and out of a booze bottle, enjoying the feast with his drunken mess all over the ripples of his personality. such a asshole but such a hero that cares about everyone and this sect. cheong meyong took a glance at him through his shoulder while his mouth was scarfed of meat and booze.

His skin looked like life-lines, and he looked away at his unexpected glance. eating your feast as if nothing happened. his heart thumped when his continued glare started to scar the back of him, "HEY! SEAGULL!"

he looked back to see his hand raised up to invite you over to them. It was multiple other disciples. Look at this moment if it's a TV show, but cheong meyong seems to speak those words in genuine motion. seagull grabbed his plate of food and walked towards them like the definition of nervousness is biting down his neck like a social battery sucking vampire.

It's an empty seat next to the divine dragon, praying that no embarrassment or stunt will be pulled in this awkward situation of luncheon delicate, his light voice took it down first. he asked if you're a disciple of Mount hua and what's your rank or line? one word spoke it all to his scent of booze and a hidden blossom smell. he's the exact same line as cheong and his friends.

"So how are you cheong?"

"I'm good, I'm no longer behind tormented by the eunha trading company. Zhongan crying like a little bitch when I beat their ass in the huzukong contest 2 years ago. Hehe♡ such insolence to their childish reaction when they find out that Mount hua is the strongest♡" he gulped more of his booze and ate some of the chicken as a mix between flavors. he's so attractive to be anicent and also part of the greatest swordman on earth in china. but right as he looked at his beauty,

A note been handed to him from under the table. it's spelled out. "Don't open until after lunch, open at near nighttime." But the crazy thing is that he slipped his warm hand to Seagull's thigh right when he gave him the note, none of the others noticed. But his face looked so smug as if he's doing a facade to his friends right when he slid his hand to his thigh. he choked up his food when his palm stared to run smoothly to the top and to the bottom of his leg.

seagull ate the rest of his food and ran off with his voice, nearly scratching the ears of every one once in the room, screeching like a fangirl to express what just happens, his hand was down there like he sharing that he likes you or it was accidental. he shut the door to the units of the beak-line disciples.

And then he did a silent scream to let out all of it. He once again saw the book on his bed like a ghost, put it there to read it more. his hands laid the book down to the center of his palms and flipped to the next page. "cheong meyong. he grew up in the Mount hua sect before he even had to figure out what he's looking at as a newborn infant. he went through training as a second grade disciple, a third grade disciple, a beak-line disciple, possibly a graduate, and having the full knowledge of the plum blossom techniques. and then..because a master and basically a co leader of the sect leader of the past against the war of the demon cult. being part of the ten great sects, and the only reason is because cheong is the greatest swordsman. having superhuman speed, superhuman strength, immense swordsmanship and power, all of it," his eyes turned into heavy sandbags. but tries his best to keep reading for more information. Being like a college student studying Chinese martial arts sects and their way of fighting back 2000 years ago.

his eyes were completely closed to a temporary slumber. Forgetting about the note stuck in his hand,

It was late 9am, he woke up to voices coming out of his room since everyone was about to go to sleep at this time. Or cheong is probably going to make their lives a living hell by putting boulders in their backs as if their spines aren't gonna break upon the impact. he raised his body up to see the note on his fingers. but there is no point in finding out what it is now. since curiosity killed him as a level 50 boss in a video game. he unraveled the note. It said.

"Seagull. I didn't want to share this back at the table since I don't want to be called out on it or just embarrassed myself. But I saw you enter the sect to explore the history of Mount hua, and you were gorgeous for a man. So this is pointing out something that isn't hard to figure out. but let's point out something else. I'm in your room right now." he flinched again to see a figure in his peripheral vision. It was cheong.

Wearing a bandit outfit. it's like he stole something from an ancient Chinese palace that has an artifact that can be sold millions. but something about him was different purely from his expression on his face. he was breathing so shaky, and his eyes were closed to hide something he was doing to himself. Even his mouth started to copy and paste itself onto the mask. but his pants were on the other side of the floor. Seagull came into realization once he squinted his eyes into his darkness.

It was a long thing at his lower body. he couldn't quite see what he's trying to do, but it seemed like he didn't care if he noticed him doing this. he flipped the light on but right as the light to his room lit it up entirely. cheong lunged at him, exposing his boner wide open to see his cock having a leak of pre-cum right in the tip of it. he had a stench of strong booze around his scent. maybe it's alcohol? Or did he get drugged by someone and just got the effects of it? seagull turned red right when he had to take a few seconds to adjust what's happening here. "cheong, what are you doing?" he whispered in a voice of some many hidden secrets to spill out "those" physical touch thoughts. "I think I got drugged..or..or someone put an aphrodisiac in a drink.. I don't know what is happening right now, but I'm pissed off. I want you to fix it."

"Fix what? cheong, go to bed, please." Seagull had to control himself right at this moment because it's way too much to handle for a man that he clearly likes. being drugged and horny right in front of him. "Suck."

"what?"

"Fix me.. That's what I meant. you have to understand what I mean by the term "wanting you." God, this isn't like my normal personality. I just got back from my errand, so.. please." he stood up with his boner squelching more of this drippy pre-cum than ever. It's enough to pop a blood vessel, and the blood is pumping through the outside. this is exactly it. he was a bit small for a muscular man with thighs that can crush watermelon. seagull took a small drop of his pre-cum on his fingers and ate it. he looked at him, his eyes were basically begging for it, begging for a mouth to overconsume his cock and suck it down like melted, drinkable ice cream. he slowly caressed his hand to his member. slowly sliding his hand up and down to feel the inch, to feel his hardened cock start to unravel his lust and his hunger to get this out of him. but more realization hit seagull in the back of the head.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait..what about the others? What if somebody hears us? What if the officials barg in on us since you are the prodigy of this sect?" he sighed and spoke in words that is carefree and low.

"I don't really care. If they need to do something with me. They need to do it themselves. I just want this. I don't want any interrupts. if they can come in, come in, let them see it." lowering his mouth slowly down to the tip of his cock, it smelt good surprisingly, but just so many thoughts were mixing his brain right now but it's so unnecessary.

So fuck it and do it.

he shoved his mouth down to his cock tip behind in deep in the cave of his mouth, and slowly moved up and down, he groaned in estacy and grabbed a chunk of his hair to basically swallow his cock nearly down to his throat. it continued that for the next few minutes of dick sucking. but in seagull's mind. he simply enjoyed this. but don't go too hard on my throat, or it will hurt a lot, but cheong is such a hottie holy shit. He's moaning so silently to ensure my overthinking. I can see his abs all the way to his neck. this is a true experience of what it's like to suck your lover's dick. he pulled out from his mouth so abruptly, releasing his load upon his face like lotion. He came so fast and so easy.

he had enough and pulled him down to the floor. Seagull wrapped his legs across his body, giving him the perfect fit towards bodies touching, his cock was about to throb at this sudden action. feeling surprised at how a mere beak-line disciple can top the divine dragon like it's a soldier vs. an army of magical but dangerous dragons. "This is unexpected of you seagull..I'm not one to be defeated by a small disciple."

"Enough talk. I'm taking the floor for now." he slowly rolled his body in hypnotic sways. grinding on him in absurd domination to claim him as his, he moaned and written it down in lazy downs in those words spelling "fuck." Seagull blew wind in his breath and did a quiet moan but silenced right after that in flustered embarrassment. he stuttered out some words that wanted to be poured out but interrupted by a secondary load shot right in between his thighs. His hands slid to his waist and neck, smashing him down onto his lips.

he slipped his tougue right in his mouth, his body was hot, and his mouth tasted like booze. their tones of voices mixed together in their muffled smooching. seagull felt his hands squeeze his ass to their make-out session. He pulled them out of their kiss, "ahh..I wanted to fuck you ever since you got to this sect."

"Mhm.." he lightly slapped his ass when his other hand went towards his cock, raising it up in position."

"please do it."

(Part 2? Possibly but not possibly)

[pearlescent-soda]

✨️//A Third Helping of My Headcanons on the Dragon Daddies (Magic Crafters Edition):

Eldrid:

A well intentioned elder who won't let boundaries such as, morals, laws, or any other silly social constructs stop him from pursuing his goals. This man has broken many laws in his potion making career, if that seems a bit too implausible than ask his cellmate Boldar. Although, unlike his lifelong friend, he knows how to take precautions before working with magic.

The texture of his potions can best be described as 'gello-like' as a lot of his products are salves meant for external use only. The number of customers sending complaints for stomach pains after ingestion has been steadily decreasing as the years go by. 'One gent came in with a purple tongue, and, ancestors forgive me, I laughed in his face'. The instructions are on the back, but, hey, the customers always right, except when they're wrong, then they come back and complain.

Spyro can hardly keep his eyes open during Eldrid's 'enthralling' lectures. He holds out for his favorite part of the visit, the 'taste test', Eldrid dips his spoon in the cauldron and hands it to Spyro. If he guesses the right flavor, he gets to take a prize from his 'prize box', which is basically a box of junk he hasn't thrown out yet, but if the boy wants necklace carved from a unicorn horn, he can take it.

He's got severe back pain, if his horrible posture didn't give it away, and it's been getting worse year after year. He'll wear a back brace every now and then, when he feels like it, but most the time he'll take medicine for the pain and move on with his day. He'll make one of the boys put some homemade numbing ointment on his back and that stuff smells like stale mint and rotten eggs.

Him and Boldar go way back, he's got both of their mugshots hanging in his shop from the 'good the good ol' days'. That can't be good for business, but look at how happy they look, aw. He made copies for Boldar to carry with him during his travels and he wrote on them, 'To my dearest, and most wondrous, friend, Boulder'. That's no error, that's legitimately how he believes his lifelong friend's name is spelled.

Only twenty-five percent of his scribbles are illegible, the rest are complex recipes for whatever experiment he's working on. His terrible penmanship is a result of Eldrid trying to write with his tail, behind his back where he can't see, instead of just using his hands. 'It makes perfect sense to me. Hmm, maybe you need bifocals, young one'.

The horns are his head are actually sprinklers connected to his goggles. There's a fire in his laboratory daily, so to combat such a regular occurrence Lucas gifted the geezer a pair of safety goggles. 'Ah, Lu-Lu was always the generous type'. Yes, bottles still explode, except, this time, the kitchen is still functional afterward. Soggy, but functional.

Kelvin:

A know-it-all drama queen who thinks he's got the answers to all of life's mysteries. While his temperament is nowhere near as bad as Cosmos', he can be just as haughty and standoffish. Surprisingly, he's much easier to befriend than his leader. His insults are unintentional, he hates to sugarcoat his words, so when he gives advice, wanted or otherwise, it's blunt and to the point. Never EVER argue with him on anything, it doesn't matter who's right, he'll drag it out till he feels like the conversation is over.

He's NOT the 'Master of Wind', that is a title he despises with a passion. 'I'm the 'Master of Air', Lord Kelvin. The 'Master of Wind' was my father, and he was a dirty, treacherous, THIEF!!!' Never mention this to him, but he possesses the exact same abilities as his father such as creating sizeable storms, whirlwinds, and increasing windspeeds, something he very much likes to do to dispose of Thieves.

Spyro nearly died on his way to the library, and it wasn't due to the windspeeds, but a famished Beast who blocked his path. That was an interesting day to say the least, he met a Peace Keeper he'd never seen before, and Kelvin was actually nice to him for once. Spyro and Sparx took note of the usual Magic Crafter dislike for the Peace Keepers, but the way that Kelvin spoke to the dragon was as if his very presence was a bad omen.

His 'Vortex of Doom' surrounding the Alpine Ridge library was implemented after an incident regarding a Druid break-in. That's why Magic Crafters use alternate routes and 'short cuts' to reach the building, because the windspeeds near the eye are well over one hundred miles per hour, and no, he can't control it anymore. 'It's out of my hands now. My advice to you is never cast an angry spell, they're impossible to reason with'.

The key hanging off his neck is for 'travel'. To where? 'Wherever I please, so stop pestering me'. A key for every door? Sounds kind of intrusive, but he's not the type to pry into other people's lives. It's just one of the many, many, many ways that Magic Crafters are able to travel around the world. Don't be surprised if there's a keyhole in the wall, all that means is that Kelvin has arrived... So, bring earplugs.

The orb often pondered about by passersby is the remedy to a nasty cursed inflicted by a Cat Witch rumored to have been a 'close friend' of his prior to their falling out. 'Samantha was a heartless wench, if you ever plan on settling dow- I mean acquiring a roommate, make sure they're truly loyal to you.' What happens when the orb is removed, er... It's too embarrassing to share. Just know that it includes endless singing and lots of feathers.

He's read every book in Magic Crafters and Artisans, right now he's focusing his energy on getting Dream Weaver literature, which was easy... At first. Dream Weavers don't exactly share information through the written word, and any literary works found don't go over two thousand words. 'Ugh, it's all bedtime stories, lullabies, and dream journals. It's so juvenile, I swear, I'm never getting those precious hours back!!-' He continues on like that for a while before finally giving in to attend to his duties or whenever his listener decides they've had enough and bails.

Zander:

Within the Alpine Ridge quartet, he could be identified as a stand in for the 'straight man'. For starters, he's the most 'normal' one there, he's polite and open, but he's not above cutting corners to get the desired results. He's definitely business oriented, anytime he senses a potential sale, he starts pushing his wares like his life depends in it.

Enchanted items, enchanted items galore! He's the 'Master of Transmogrification and Magic Infusion' for good reason. Peace Keepers wanting enhanced weapons, Beast Makers wanting a perfectly balanced pot, or even Artisans needing a permanently sharpened pencil are all welcome in his shop.

He shows the boys secret tunnels and passages used by the Magic Crafters. There was one tunnel that wasn't in the Dragon Realms, it was chilly there, the leaves were a stunning red orange, but the portals lead to unfamiliar realms. Zander was oddly nervous at his little 'slip up' and quickly tried to usher them back home. Anytime Spyro tried to inquire about what they'd just seen; Zander would change the subject and try to distract him with something else. 'I don't want dumb book, uncle!! I want to know what Zephyr'

He had normal wings in his youth, when asked why or how they became crystalline, he'll reply with 'I wouldn't try anything on a customer if I didn't try it on myself'. It's true, he is more than capable of altering physical appearances, but he likes to avoid talking about his own appearance, especially if too many people are present.

The late Peace Keeper General would frequent his store for upgrades to his axe, increased durability, a lightweight grip, and his personal favorite, a blade sharp enough to cut through stone. 'He was gallant knight and a lovely friend. His passing was a great loss for us all'.

He was going to be a travelling merchant, but he wasn't able to tame a Beast and get it to pull his wagon. 'The domestic life suits me better anyway. But, if you want to look at some of my wares, I'd be more than happy to share'. He figured that the business would be good for Alpine Ridge as a whole if he stayed, so now all the wagon does is collect dust in the backroom.

'Dark Gems?... Aw, yes... Did I ever tell you about the time I was evil for a day?' He got an order from a robed figure long ago to make a staff adorned with Dark Gems, but when the staff was completed, the figure turned his own creation against him and embedded a shard into his chest. Zander became a malevolent creature with grotesque features, but as previously stated, the 'day' he's referring to was actually a month because the Magic Crafters had to wait for Cosmos to arrive back from Peace Keepers. Upon his arrival, he was greeted with frantic pleas for him to go to Alpine Ridge and save Zander from himself. Their leader was able to remove a majority of the shards, but some fused with Zander, and that's how he obtained his crystalline appearance.

Zane:

The worrywart bookworm, he's very shy around those he doesn't know, and he won't talk to people he's unfamiliar with. He prefers to watch someone from afar for weeks prior to actually speaking with them, and, no, it's not a healthy thing to do, but he can't help it. Speaking with strangers takes a lot of energy and leaves him utterly defeated if he feels he's done it wrong the 'wrong' way. It doesn't help that his speaking voice is low with a noticeable stutter, so it's no surprise that he prefers not to speak at all. 

His ability, aptly named 'mimic', allows him to learn spells and magics through 'absorption' which means all he requires is one demonstration and he quietly conjures up a page for it. He's learned so many spells that he needs a one hundred- and fifteen-pound book to hold them all. He's become a powerful mage thanks to this ability with the only limitations being that the book must be close to him, and he has to open it to cast his spells.

He admires Spyro's unbreakable spirit and doesn't mind at all when he tags along with him during errands. But he has a terrible habit of spoiling Spyro and Sparx with whatever they want. 'I-I can't deny them anything, look at t-them, they're adorable, Kelvin. Aw, I'm going to give them one more piece of candy, I'll be right b-back.' He lets them read the table of contents of his spell book; he may let them cast a few before bed if no one's around.

The spell book was originally his journal, his name is engraved on the cover in swirling gold. There's one actual entry followed by a million different spells, hexes and incantations; jarring would be putting it lightly.  'You want t-to read it? It's very boring, I wrote about the weather, m-mind you this was before my ability manifested'. Wow, it's his first entry... And it's about a... Heavy snowstorm.  He was right, that was kind of boring.

The first time he had to interact with anyone outside his realm, he froze up, which still haunts him to this day. He was a teenager then, so it's not hard to see why he cringes at the memory, oh, and this interaction just had to occur with Jarvis and Lucas, the liveliest dragons in the known realms. Lucas is polite enough to not bring it up, but it's the first topic Jarvis brings up when he sees Zane.

Indecisive when making decisions for himself, but if it's to aid others, he'll jump right in to help. 'Jumping right in', means maybe casting a spell from afar or doing most, if not all, the work in their place. Yes, he's an ABSOLUTE pushover and a people pleaser, he doesn't want to upset anyone, but he isn't completely spineless either. He won't give up the hood and he won't, will not, under any circumstances, lend the book to anyone without his guidance.

He can't fly due to an injury sustained during his adolescent, one reason he wears the hood is to cover a star-shaped scar on his head. He got caught spying on a coven of Armored Druids while casting 'mimic', and he's been unable to raise or lower his wings properly ever since. Kelvin was kind enough to share 'levitation' with him, and now it's hard to keep his feet planted on the ground for more than a millisecond.

[righetousdude]

A breaking point undertale comic

“We often lose our selfs in anger and hate yet we fully don’t understand why though~ discharge sans

Discharge: boss I have a question

Omni noticing walk to him and said

Omni: hmm what is it

Discharge: sir how does your ray work the power and the ability to shot it out with such force and power or is that classified

Omni: well I just use it the third eye is what shots it am surprised you survived it ,but of course injured badly you should have died. The reason you survived is still puzzling me.

Discharge: what do you mean KILL

Omni: the attack kills anything that it hits if weaker your stronger than me ,but will barely last a minute in a fight against me I hope one day you will appreciate the training.

Discharge: I always will appreciate to dude

Omni: boss

Discharge: ok boss

They talked for a while omni answering questions and discharge listening he loved seeing omni. The very person who trained him ,but all questions can’t be answered

Discharge: boss

Omni: last question I’m busy after this

Discharge: ok sir… I doubt you have any… but did you ever have family your old the code tells me like old old

Omni remembered his family the astral mother, Adam,William, and his own brother Jacob who took one of his eyes

Omni touched the side of his eye the one he lost and stayed silent for a bit

Discharge: sir

Omni said “no” and asked him a question

Omni: how does code work does it just tell you information or has more uses

Discharge: it has lots of usages,but you need to be very skilled to learn every one I’m still at the basics and yet only mastered one out of Hundreds of them the one I masters let’s me fix code,edit code, make code, replace code, copy code, and see code all hard abilities and yet there way more hehe

Omni: can you teach me it seems interesting and if it makes me more powerful I will take any extra power to get stronger

Discharge: Well…

Omni looking at him in curiosity

Omni: what’s the matter if you think I can’t learn it your wrong

Discharge: no no you can’t ,but you need to be a error or any other glitch

Omni: bud you aren’t no glitch

Discharge: I know I’m a code being it’s complex

Omni sitting down and says “if you can’t teach me at least tell me how I can get strong with “code”

Discharge: well i can give you some of my power that always me to see code and do everything that sound good

Omni: ok that will work

Discharge extended his hand giving energy to omni once omni say code he told discharge “ to teach me about code” he told omni how to do everything and by three days he became god level to the coding abilities making discharge jealous and angry

Discharge: How did you learn this that fast !!!!!

Omni: guess you just suck

Saying it wait a grin

Discharge wanted to hit him do something the anger was telling him to he mastered it in 2 years while omni just 3 days got him pissed

Discharge going to omnis face

Discharge: you know how lucky you are to have this power everything!! no shit you learn it this fast NO WAY in hell I earn my power I’ve been mentored by you for 8 months so tell me mr fucking cape how did you get this power I tried and tried endless to be better studying, reading, and fighting to be better and look at you mister perfect mastering it in 3 fucking days

Omni started at him discharge with cold red blazing eyes and said “this power I have I earned with many attempts yes I made mistakes more than you will ever make in your life time and yet I train you because you can be my successor and be a master at everything you own the power,martial arts, and weapons. Then i’m stuck with that dame fucking head that thinks he knows everything so shut the hell up and listen. discharge grew anger and anger more and more ,but this last word got discharge mad beyond anything beyond Sol

Omni: if you had a family they be killed by the hea-

Discharge punched omni as hard as he can sending omni flying only for omni to come back and punch him in the head nearly knocking him out he used more blasters and the eye of Zeus discharge anger grew and grew ignored the pain and punched and punched until his hand was broken omni laying there noticing his eye socket and nose where broken

Discharge: IM a fucking code being dame it you are some high and might god ,but have no idea about family you know nothing!!!!!!

Omni: interesting his attack and defense are unmeasurable let’s see what happens if I get him more pissed of

Omni: yay I don’t know ,but I bet they’ll hate you once born

Discharge ran at him at insane speeds omni dogged it and used crimson lightning around him for 5 seconds and nearly destroyed discharge’s body

Omni: how pathetic you can be better way better I’m the only one who can train you and make you better than everyone

Discharge was weak the anger took a toll and he grabbed his katana went code less so his body can recover fast discharge used a attack and swinger the katana only omni dodged it and tried to use his homing blaster again only for the code in omnis blaster to stop working and shot at omni instead of discharge

Discharge: do you really think I told you everything!!!!!

Omni: (laughing) nope and you still will never win

Discharge casted strings and Caught omni and broke his right arm discharge could not break though since he wasn’t that strong

Omni then notice something he could not move for one second

Discharge breathing harder and harder said

Ray of creation

A ray shot out hitting omni and creating huge cancers on his left arm and omni sliced it off and regenerate it easily than ever

Omni: that amazing I need to really get you pissed for actually good results see what you can do it’s beyond anything and that attack is impressive

Discharge couldn’t think and something happen code exploded from his body causing him to over heat and faint

Omni sitting down on the ground

Omni: that’s seamed great next time I hope I can see more I only used 20% new recode.

The end

Omni belongs to vibeless

Discharge me

[robininthelabyrinth]

🧿🤠🐇🍲🍯: Nie Huaisang hasn’t found anyone to do the body sacrifice ritual for him, and so in desperation he tries it himself. However, the ritual was not designed with a Nie cultivator in mind—something Nie Huaisang does not realize until he’s doubled over on the floor, far too close to a qi deviation, because his (admittedly tiny) saber spirit has been replaced with Wei Wuxian.

ao3

Well, that was the dumbest thing ever.

The thought so closely matched Wei Wuxian’s that he didn’t even notice that it wasn’t his own.

How could you be so stupid? Wei Wuxian tried to shout at Nie Huaisang, who was curled up gasping on the floor. The floor, which was stained with Nie Huaisang's own blood, with cuts he had made himself on himself, with the ancient body sacrifice summoning that – that –

Don’t you realize that you’d be gone? You absolute idiot! Wei Wuxian howled, even though he wasn’t actually a person right now. He didn’t know what he was, a ghost or spirit, maybe, but he was there and he was angry and Nie Huaisang’s arms were covered in blood from where he’d cut himself up in order to destroy his own soul – Nie Huaisang, the mincing sensitive little master who would complain for three weeks about having stubbed his toe! – and his robes that he had always taken such great care to keep clean and neat were a mess and he was bleeding from the nose and eyes and ears because something had gone wrong. Something had gone wrong, and Wei Wuxian hated to be grateful for it because he didn’t want to be brought back by Nie Huaisang’s death.

Not anyone’s death, really, but definitely not Nie Huaisang, who’d never hurt him or treated him badly. Even when the whole world had hated and reviled Wei Wuxian, isolating him in Yiling on the Burial Mounds, Nie Huaisang hadn’t – he’d waved jauntily to him during Phoenix Mountain, and Wei Wuxian had never doubted that if he’d somehow found his way to Qinghe, Nie Huaisang would have treated him just the same as always.

You – you –! You good-for-nothing!

“Don’t be rude,” Nie Huaisang mumbled, slowly uncurling. “Didn’t bring you back to be rude to me.”

You know what you’ve done, then? You could have died!

“Was I supposed to let someone else do it?” Nie Huaisang rubbed at his face with his sleeve, then frowned at the blood on it. “I thought about it, but I really just – couldn’t.”

So you decided to kill yourself?

“It’s like you said, Wei-xiong. I’m a good-for-nothing. I couldn’t – I can’t – I can’t fix this. So why not bring back someone who can?”

Wei Wuxian didn’t have words to express how much that was not all right with him.

Go fix yourself, he ordered. I don't care what 'this' is; I’m not talking to you until you get cleaned up.

“After all that work I did? Wei-xiong…”

Nope! You’re not dying, so you can get cleaned up before we talk, and that’s that. I still can’t believe you nearly – I don’t want it. I’ve never wanted anyone to get hurt for me.

“Wei-xiong, you’re being silly. Who said I did it for you?”

Wei Wuxian would have stared if he had eyes.

“I did it for me,” Nie Huaisang said, and finally he got up properly and staggered over to a basin to start washing himself clean. “Obviously! I'm incredibly self-absorbed. It’s about what I need from you…hey, how did you come back? I thought the ritual only worked if I died.”

It should have, Wei Wuxian agreed, unwillingly intrigued by it. I don’t know, actually. It’s strange: it should have either worked, in which case you’d be dead and I’d be possessing your body, or else not worked at all, in which case I shouldn’t be here.

“I always mess things up.”

No, really, I don’t think you messed this up? The array is perfect. There’s no reason for it not to have worked.

“These cuts won’t heal,” Nie Huaisang observed, looking at his arms. “Did I accidentally curse myself to fulfill my obligations? Ugh, why.”

As the person you were going to impose said obligations on, I’m now going to laugh at you. Hahahahaha –

“Shut up, Wei-xiong. Where are you, anyway? I don’t see any ghostly figures that might be you, and anyway, we’re in the Unclean Realm; there are ghost-repelling arrays in every stone.”

I don’t know, Wei Wuxian said, and then something else said, Ghost-repelling arrays only repel ghosts.

At first Wei Wuxian thought that it was Nie Huaisang who had said that, and he was about to ask what he meant by that, only Nie Huaisang got there first and said, “What do you mean, Wei-xiong? Are you not a ghost?”

I didn’t say that, Wei Wuxian said. That – wasn’t me.

“Who was it?”

Me.

“…Wei-xiong…?”

No, that wasn’t me. I mean, it wasn’t me that said ‘me’ just now!

Of course not, the voice said, and it was Wei Wuxian’s voice – or not-voice, anyway, whatever it was that he was using to communicate – but not Wei Wuxian speaking. It was me, of course. Master forgot to account for me in his array.

What? Wei Wuxian asked, utterly confused, but apparently that made more sense to Nie Huaisang because his knees went weak and he fell down on his ass.

“Aituan?” he gasped. “I – what – is that you?”

Yes.

Can I interrupt? Wei Wuxian asked. Who – or what – is Aituan?

“My saber!”

Your – what?!

Nie Huaisang attempted to explain. It ended up being a fairly long explanation, involving his sect’s cultivation style, saber spirits, and his own personal saber spirit, which was named Aituan, and which Nie Huaisang swore up and down did not speak prior to this.

Of course not, the voice now known as Aituan said irritably. Why would I speak? I’m a saber. We’re sensible, not like you humans – but now you’ve shoved a human spirit in with me, so what am I supposed to do? Not use his abilities as my own?

I feel like I should feel violated, Wei Wuxian said.

“When in fact you think it’s really neat?”

…yeah, basically.

Aituan huffed. Can we get back to the part where we plan a murder? he (it?) whined.

Sorry, Aituan, Wei Wuxian said. No murder.

“Uh,” Nie Huaisang said. “Actually, about that…”

-

I think we should kill him.

“I can’t do that!”

Dunno, I think Aituan has a point, Wei Wuxian said. We should probably just kill him.

“You’re supposed to be helping me, Wei-xiong!”

I’m helping! I’m a saber now, I can totally help you stab him.

“Not helpful!”

I like this human, Aituan declared. Good human. Proper blade on his hilt.

You mean head on my shoulders?

Whatever.

Nie Huaisang threw his hands up in annoyance. “Would either of you like to remember the part where I can’t actually fight? San-ge would beat me black and blue if I so much as picked up a pocket-knife in his presence!”

Get someone else to help, Wei Wuxian suggested pitilessly.

“I tried! You!”

Someone else.

“Like who?”

Hmm. Lan Zhan? He’s great.

“I don’t know. He’s er-ge’s brother, isn’t he? He might not believe me…” Nie hUaisang grimaced. “He hasn’t been much inclined to believe me before.”

Why doesn’t the loudmouth do the talking? Aituan suggested.

Oh, that’s a good idea! Lan Zhan was always inclined to listen to me before.

“I thought you said he hated you?”

He still listened!

Nie Huaisang heaved a sigh.

Your other alternative is stabbing your enemy directly, Aituan said. If you’d like to give it a try…

“…I’ll talk to Lan Zhan.”

-

“I can’t believe you’re perving after my saber,” Nie Huaisang complained.

I can’t believe Lan Zhan likes me! I mean, likes me!

I can’t believe I’m still stuck here with you idiots. Can I go share bodies with Baxia instead?

Lan Wangji just looked awkward.

Some people might mistake it for looking noble and genteel, but by now they all knew: it was just him being horribly awkward.

“I have no such intentions,” he said stiffly. “Only – if it was possible for Wei Ying to exit the saber…”

Nie Huaisang grimaced, humor falling away. “I…don’t really know about that.”

Wait, wait, wait. If I can’t – if I’m stuck as a saber – I can’t – but I really want to kiss Lan Zhan! This isn’t fair! I don’t want to have to wait until I reincarnate.

You won’t reincarnate, Aituan said. You’re a saber. Unless we’re melted down or get ground down by time…

No!

“Surely there has to be some way. Aituan, stop being a part of the problem and start being a part of the solution.”

Fine. Let him possess you.

“…what.”

He just needs a human body, right? Let him possess you. Problem solved.

I can do that?

Technically, I can do that, and you can do it because I can do it. But we’d need Master’s permission.

“There are many, many, many books about why you don’t grant your saber permission to possess you. Anyway, that’s my body!”

Yeah, I guess it would be weird for you to kiss Lan Zhan, would it?

“I mean, not really? He’s very pretty. I could swing it.”

You could?

“…you could swing what,” Lan Wangji said.

“Having Wei-xiong possess me,” Nie Huaisang explained. “So that he and you can get the whole missed opportunity thing out of your system.”

Lan Wangji’s face did a few strange things.

"Assuming that it wouldn't be an issue for you, that is, it being me on the other side..."

"No," Lan Wangji said, and cleared his throat. "That would be - fine."

Ooooooh. Does Lan Zhan like you, too?

"What? No. Don't be ridiculous, Lan Zhan doesn't like me like that."

He'd be willing to kiss you.

"Physical attraction isn't the same thing," Nie Huaisang argued. "Lan Zhan, you're with me on this, right? You wouldn't be interested in -"

Lan Wangji cut him off.

A few moments later, he pulled back and said, thoughtfully, "As suspected. It is fine."

Nie Huaisang opened and closed his mouth a few times.

"...well then," he said blankly, then frowned. “Aituan, can I revoke permission for possession?”

No idea. You'd just have to trust that we'd give it back; it's a risk you'd have to take.

“…well, as illustrated, it’s not the worst idea I’ve ever had. Let’s try it, and then once everyone’s a little more focused we can go do what we need to do. Sound good?”

-

“I really didn’t expect you to start a relationship Nie Huaisang,” Lan Xichen said to Lan Wangji, not long before the end. He sounded deeply puzzled. “I didn’t think you liked him like that.”

“Not by himself,” Lan Wangji said with a shrug. “But he’s good in company.”

“…you’re with other people too? Both of you?”

“Mm.”

Lan Xichen, knowing his younger brother’s reticent temper, especially of late, declined to ask who the other parties were. “Doesn’t that make things crowded?” he asked instead.

“…surprisingly no,” Lan Wangji said. “Not as much as you’d think.”

[ventismommy]

No thoughts head empty

Only diluc getting fucked stupid by his fem s/o, him prettily tied up on his fancy bed and getting ravished until he's sobbing and can't think anymore

Only her calling him a pretty boy and telling him how good he is only to spank him and fuck him rougher until he's milked dry and can't anymore

Bonus points for begging

*gives a bag of mora* please, happy Valentines day btw ❤️❤️

I. Love. This. Request.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Diluc shivers as your finger trails down his body, wrists flexing at the red ribbon around them that keeps them above his head. Biting his lip, he fights the urge to shift, to bring his hips closer to you just to make you touch him. But he won’t. He’s going to be a good boy, just for you.

“How many do you think you can handle, sweetheart?” Your soft voice brings his eyes back up to your face, and he shifts nervously. “I-I...th-three?”

“Only three? Cmon, darling, I think you can cum at least four times.” He nods fervently. As much as he gets shy about it, he loves when you push him past his limit.  “Alright, pretty boy. Close your eyes for me, hmm?”

He does as he’s told, eyes fluttering shut. But he has to resist the urge to open them suddenly when your fingers, slick with aloe gel, tease along his hole before sliding in gently, first one, then two. You press soft kisses to his stomach and his hips as you work your fingers inside him, stretching him out carefully while also searching for that special spot that makes his hips buck- ah, there it is. You press against it as you prep him, pulling sweet little whines from his lips. Briefly, you wonder if you could make him cum just like this- and then you decide you will, sliding in another finger and quickening your pace. Diluc’s hips jump up again and he lets out a fully fledged moan. It’s obvious in the flexed muscles of his thighs that he’s holding back from rocking into your touch- what a good boy. You tell him so, and as you whisper the praises to him, he moans again. “You can move, Di, I’m not going to punish you.”  At those words he visibly relaxes, now arching into your touch without shame. You know he’s close just in the way he squirms- he’s amazingly sensitive, and it awes you every time just how easy it is to make him come undone. Your other hand slips upward to wrap around his cock, swiping your thumb over the tip before starting a steady pace. Through it all, you murmur praises to him. “What a good boy, so good for me.” He whines at that, and you recognize the telltale pitch he gets in his voice when he’s about to cum, so you press against his prostate hard. He lets out a yelp that fades into a whimper, and his back arches as he cums for the first time that night.

You continue pressing soft little kisses on his body as you slide on the harness of your strap on and buckle it. Nipping gently at his thigh makes him whine again, and you smile at how sensitive he is. 

You position yourself over him in a way that lets you kiss him as you slide in, catching his moan with your lips. “You can open your eyes, darling,” you murmur against his lips, and watch as his amber eyes flutter open slowly, already rolling back into his head as you thrust into him. Your slow pace only lasts for a moment before you’re speeding up gradually, high off of the blush spreading across his cheeks and the moans that leave his mouth. 

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” You ask him softly, and it makes your heart flutter when he nods vigorously, unable to respond with anything but a whined “Y-yes, m-ma'am!” Chuckling, you pick up your pace again, now nearly slamming into him, and watch as he starts to come unraveled. “You’re so pretty when you’re fucked out.”

He only bucks his hips and moans in response, voice breaking when you slam into him again. Already close to cumming again- how cute. A few more thrusts and there goes his second orgasm- and there are tears forming in the corners of his eyes when you don’t stop for a moment. 

He cries so easily when he’s overstimulated, and it’s absolutely adorable. You kiss his tears away. Diluc’s hands struggle against the ribbon, but he never actually tries to get out, a truly good boy til the end. His overstimulated whimpers only spur you on, gripping his hips to change the angle til you’re pounding into his prostate with every thrust. He lets out a strangled cry, the tears now streaming down his face as he squirms in pleasure.

In a spur of the moment idea, you grip his hips again to flip him over so he’s facing down. The sudden movement makes him cry out again, but it’s nothing compared to the sinful sound he makes when the changed angle drives you deeper into him. He’s gasping for breath through his sobs, torn between begging for a break and begging for more, more, please, faster, harder. “Such a good boy,” you murmur just before your hand comes down on his ass hard, making him let out a high pitched whine. It seems that’s enough to make him cum a third time, and, wanting to help him get to that final orgasm, you spank him again before reaching a hand down to stroke his cock again, delighting in the way he switches between bucking into your hand and rocking back against your strap.

“M-Ma'am, ple-ease d-don’t stop, please-” he whimpers, and you chuckle. “Oh, I wasn’t planning on stopping, darling, don’t worry.” You say smoothly before you start fucking him rougher. He throws his head back in pleasure, pretty red hair all messy from the way you fucked him into the bed. “M’close, I’m so-o c-close!” He sobs, and you smack his ass hard again, slamming into him. “Then cum, pretty boy.”

And he does, with a loud moan that you’re sure every maid in the house could hear, and slumps forward exhaustedly as you stop. Pulling out of him carefully, you rush to undo the ribbon binding his hands, and kiss the skin of his wrists gently to soothe the red marks from where the ribbon rubbed against it. Helping him to roll over and lay down, you press little kisses all over his face, making him let out an exhausted giggle, before getting up to get a warm cloth to clean him up. Once he’s clean, you toss the cloth to the floor and unbuckle your strap, cuddling up to him and kissing the top of his head. And by the time he’s settled in, laying against your chest, he’s already asleep.

He truly is such a pretty boy.

[stetervault]

Hiii! Been delving into Steter now, in the year of our lord 2021, even though I never really did when I was active in the fandom years ago and I was wondering if you'd have some longfic recs for the ship? Like, fics that are Classics(TM)? But happy endings! And I'm not super into those in which Stiles is still underage 😬 do u have any recs? Thanks!

Welcome to the Steter fandom! I definitely have some long fics to rec, some of them are super old lol, and I'll stick to ones around 20k or over, and most of them are finished. And hmm, considering the ship, and a lot of fics like to start off in season 1 where Stiles is still technically a teenager, I'll try to limit these to ones with Stiles being at least 16/17 before anything starts happening, and only 18+ if there's explicit content. I hope that's okay.

drowning in the sea of you by Corpium

Beacon Hills was perfect for Stiles growing up, but now, with werewolves, hunters, and an anxious best friend running around, it's turning into a place too chaotic for an empath like Stiles to handle alone. And pain killers can only go so far.

Wake Me Up by ToAStranger

Stiles has been in a coma for six years. Now he's awake.

Tremors by Corpium

(Stiles has a taste for him now. All Peter needs to do is wait.)

Surviving Peter and the Zombie Apocalypse by Nopennamesleft

Its the end of the world and Stiles has run out of luck. He saves a werewolf from certain death. Will they begin to rely on each other to survive or will the wolf just eat Stiles for a midnight snack?

Bite Down by EclipseWing

In which Stiles is forced to survive the zombie apocalypse with a sociopathic murdering werewolf for company.

as you are by veterization

Stiles runs straight into a tree and suddenly, things are... different. Namely, he's in a world where Peter Hale is his boyfriend.

Call My Name by KouriArashi

After moving to Beacon Hills, Stiles starts having recurring dreams of a man in some kind of prison, who needs his help. Things get so bad that he ends up in Eichen House, where he finds out that the man is real.

Devil of Mercy by KouriArashi

Peter's heard people talk about what it felt like when they saw their mate for the first time, from those who actually believe in the mystical bullshit. Like a magnet, like gravity. Peter just feels... sharply curious.

Whiskey is My Kind of Lullaby by taylorpotato

Peter is a simple saloon owner on one of the outer planets between the Aaru Belt and the Olympus Galaxy. He’s done with trouble. Done with adventure. So fucking done with rustlers. That is, until a cute young outlaw named Stiles wanders into his bar. Peter has this problem where he can’t seem to resist charming narcissists (perhaps because they remind him of himself). And when said narcissists turn his life upside-down, the worst part is he’s not even that upset about it.

Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he'll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes.

Peter doesn't know who this kid is, but he's cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He's not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn't really mind.

Stiles Stilinski, Disaster Chef by Guede

The zombie apocalypse forces Stiles to learn how to cook.

The Will by Guede

We are gathered here today for the reading of Gerard Argent’s will.

On the Importance of Lunar Influences in Gardening by Guede

“Oh, it’s you again,” Stiles sighs. He puts down his basket and drops the bunch of onions into it, and then dusts off his hands. “Can’t you get your own strawberries? I mean, I have it on good authority that wild strawberries? They’re a thing. They exist. They’re out there.”

“But Stiles,” says the werewolf dangling by one foot from the tree, sticky red smears around his mouth and all over his fingers. “Your berries are so juicy, so ripe. Those ones in the woods are mere passing indulgences compared to the royal feast you have in your garden.”

Genii loci Stiles and his father run a community garden, and it’s all good, except for the werewolf who keeps sneaking over the fence to raid Stiles’ strawberry patch (and the hunter who’s constantly hanging around his father).

Runes and all kinds of things by FeelingsDusk (WIP)

Enough is enough. Stiles is tired of being always a last choice when he always tries to do his best for his precious people, so they better get their act together or face being left behind.

OR

The things in the Argent's basement get nearly fatal, the Sheriff finds about the supernatural, Allison can have a wicked, wicked mind and Peter Hale appears to be everywhere.

Oh, and Stiles can't seem to stop breaking the laws of physics with his magic.

Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.

It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

Out Of The East, Never See The Sun Rise by neglectedtuesday

In the beginning, there are three absolutes.

One. Stiles is a god, forged of starlight and collapsing galaxies and he is eternal.

Two. Peter is human, fragile bone and viscous blood and he is temporary.

Three. Stiles and Peter are in love; love that claws its way inside one’s heart like fish hooks; all encompassing love that is beautiful but dangerous.

Stiles is a god. Peter is human. They love each other.

Three absolutes.

You Had Me at Canapes by LadyArinn

Stiles doesn't mean to sneak into the Hale wedding, and he certainly doesn't mean to have cliche coat-room sex with the bride's uncle, but what had happened, happened, and it wasn't like he could just leave. At least, not until he got to have some of that cake.

Infinite Space by DiscontentedWinter

Stiles needs Peter's expertise to help stop the latest threat to Beacon Hills. And, as the pack falls apart around him, he might even need Peter for more than that.

Hook, Yarn, Sinker by pprfaith

Stiles is happy with his store, his hobbies, his friends. Peter's just trying to figure out how to raise his nieces and nephew without fucking them up too badly.

Paths cross.

Open Wounds by Guede

Talia got out of the fire with Peter, but everyone else died. Years later, they’re still struggling with injuries, but they’ve at least settled in with oddball werewolf Stiles. And then other werewolves start showing up. Familiar ones.

Bittersweet Creek by Guede

When Stiles finally steps off the westward trail to California, he’s the last of his pack. He starts building a den, but then he finds a dying man next to a burnt-down house and it turns out he’s not really much of a settler, after all.

For Great Justice! by Green

Stiles is a vengeance demon, drawn to Peter just as he's waking from his catatonia.

"Whoever did this? We will make those fuckers suffer. I promise you."

Bone Deep by ShippersList

A body in the woods, a mate, and a long-awaited revenge.

Peter had no idea how his life would change when he followed the strange pull in his chest.

Love What is Behind You by KouriArashi

Basically what it says on the label. Hunger Games type fusion. Stiles doing way better than anyone anticipates. Peter finds him intriguing. Ruthless, devious assholes working together to ruin bad guys, as the Steter ship is meant to be.

Soothing the Burn by Therapeutic_Steter (WIP)

Peter is burnt out and breaking down. Stiles notices and offers him solace, along with the one thing he wants most: Pack.

Til Death by Bunnywest

“How long do we have to find him someone?” Stiles asks. “Two weeks,” says Derek, eyebrows pulling down even further. The fierceness of his expression tells Stiles just how concerned he is. “He marries, or he goes to the camps. And you know what your father told us,” Scott reminds her. The camps……aren’t camps. Peter either finds a wife, or he dies.

Ink Blossoms by Triangulum

"So, you're going to ruin your niece's baby shower with flowers in the wrong color?" the florist, Stiles, asks when they reach the counter. He pulls out a binder and starts flipping through it.

"Not ruin. Mildly inconvenience," Peter says.

"Right, messing with a hormonal pregnant woman seems like a great plan."

"To be fair, her fiance and the father of her baby is my ex-boyfriend," Peter says. "And we weren't broken up when they started 'dating'."

Stiles looks up at him in surprise. "And you're still getting her flowers?" he asks.

"It's under duress, I assure you," Peter says. He absolutely wouldn't be here if his alpha hadn't ordered it.

"Well, shit, yeah, let's get you some purple revenge flowers," Stiles says.

After You by FlyAwayMeow (rjaejoo)

It’s true that sometimes what you want the most, you can’t have and that you’ll miss what you once had all along when it’s finally gone.

After breaking his engagement to Chris, Peter heads to New York to start over. He meets Stiles, a young author at his publishing house who helps him piece his confidence back together. When tragedy strikes, he discovers how to finally let go of his past and have the family and future he's always wanted with the pieces already in his life.

love me lights out by veterization

Stiles and Peter get snowed in together. (Or: what happens when you accept phone calls from people you haven't spoken to in over five years.)

Uncle Peter Doesn't Date by Mellow (SweetCandy) (WIP)

“Oh don’t lie, you love it.” Peter purred and winked at his newest arm candy, who spluttered for a few seconds, before blushing like a 16 year old virgin. Considering how young he looked Laura wouldn’t be surprised if he was actually 16. “Shut up Peter!” Bambi squeaked, still flushing and averting Laura’s eyes. “Well, anyways, I’m,” ‘Bambi’. “Stiles. Stiles Stilinski, pleasure to meet you- again.” Stiles smiled sheepishly, obviously nervous. Stiles Stilinski. Definitely a stripper then.

-

Or: Laura was prepared for whatever piece of armcandy her uncle had decided to show up with, what she hadn't been prepared for was Stiles Stilinski...her uncle's boyfriend.

Under the Songbird’s Wing by mia6363

Captivity easily destroys the will of escape. It can break the fiercest of animal. It can strip the most regal man and woman down to nothing but animal needs.

Captivity can, if met with unwavering determination, shape a person into something unimaginable.

Stiles is sixteen when he's captured. Stiles's first thought is, "I won't die here."

Baby Whisperer by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

“What. Is that.”

Scott looked up at him, apprehensive.

“Her name’s Lily.”

Stiles stared at the fuzzy head peeking out of the papoose.

“Her. Her name. That is a real live human baby. Oh my God-”

“Actually I don’t know if she’s human?” Scott said with a confused frown. “Becca didn’t say.”

“Who the fuck is Becca?!”

Sacrificial Lamb by Bunnywest

The Alpha has a scruffy beard, unkempt hair and dazzling blue eyes. The scar on his face is raised, running down his cheek like a twisting, gnarled rope. Stiles knows that it came from the blade of Kate Argent herself, and that the Alpha got it fighting in the battle where Kate killed his lover, cutting his head clean from his neck, if the stories are to be believed.

The Alpha lets Stiles look his fill, before indicating that Stiles should take the other couch, and Stiles does so, his father’s words echoing in his ears. He can do this, can be pleasant and amenable. The lives of his people may depend on it. The Alpha spends long moments surveying him, before saying, “I like you, Stiles.”

You don’t know me, Stiles wants to blurt out, but he bites his tongue.

The Various Triumphs of Mischief Bilinski by Whispering_Sumire (WIP)

"Hello, Chris," sings a honeyed voice from behind.

Chris' attention snaps toward the intruder, his gun already out of its' holster and aimed at whoever it is — a boy, apparently, with braided russet hair, a red jacket, and wise eyes. He's wearing a gas mask, but Chris can tell by the way his eyes crinkle around the edges, the way sun-burnt sand swirls in his irises, that he's smiling.

Chris cocks his gun.

"You killed my father," he says.

"No offence, but he totally deserved it," the stranger agrees with cheerful solemnity.

"What the hell are you doing in my home?" Chris demands. The kid is perched on a windowsill in Chris' office, as nonchalantly as if this were something he did every day, as if they were familiar.

"I was just wondering," the kid speaks softly, fond amusement sewn through with a peculiar resignation, "how you'd feel about putting down some nazis?"

[Or: The one where Stiles goes back in time and subsequently fucks with everything.]

A Curious Magic by Triangulum

Overall, Stiles is very well-known in the supernatural community. It’d be hard not to be, not with how his reputation has grown like wildfire. He knows and is on good terms with nearly all the fae that reside in the preserve, the asrai that live deep in the lake, the Ito pack, the vampire couple that lives over in Beacon Valley (they buy an ethically-sourced food supply from Stiles), as well as almost every other supernatural entity in the area. But Talia Hale doesn’t like him, and a werewolf pack tends to do what their alpha tells them to.

So it’s a definite surprise when the wards at the edge of his property trip, the tingling down his spine telling him it’s a werewolf, the lack of burning sensation letting him know there’s no hostile intent. Stiles, in his office in the second floor turret, sets down the amulet he’s packing up for Marin and moves to the large window overlooking the front of his property. He’s expecting to see an Ito packmember, even though they nearly always call in advance, and is surprised to see a man that he recognizes as Talia’s brother, Peter.

Light in the Dark by cywscross

It still surprises Stiles sometimes, how easily he’s adapted. Seven months in a world filled with train tracks and soul-sucking fae, and it feels like he’s never known anything else.

~~

Or, the one where diverting the Ghost Riders from Beacon Hills to prey on a different town only succeeded in setting them free.

Vengeance Looks Good On You, Sweetheart by cywscross

Just because Scott refuses to see the Argents for what they truly are - prejudiced serial killers sitting proudly on a mountain of innocent corpses - doesn't mean Stiles will. It's about time someone did something about the Argent Empire anyway, and what a coincidence - summer vacation is just around the corner.

--

Or, the one where Gerard Argent kidnapped the wrong fucking person to torture. Stiles has never subscribed to the policy of forgiving and forgetting anyway, not when razing the problem to the ground and salting the earth for good measure has always been a far better solution in the long run.

He doesn't expect to have company.

[multific]

Solve a Murder

Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: You were desperate. You needed help and so, you turned to the one man in London who would be able to help.

“Mr. Holmes, I’m here to hire you to solve a murder.”

“And who’s murder would that be?”

“Mine.”

“Pardon?” asked Dr. Watson.

“It’s my step-sister. I suspect she and her husband want me dead. You see, I inherited my father’s land when she thought she would be the one to get it. And now, just the way she looks at me. She offers me drinks, way too often, I suspect she is trying to poison me. I fear for my life, and lately I haven’t been feeling well. You need to help me. Find evidence that she is plotting my death so I can go to the police.”

The two men looked at each other. 

“I knew I shouldn’t have come.” you said as you stood up, they made you feel like you were a fool, but then the Doctor spoke up making you look back at him.

“How long have you been suspecting that she is trying to poison you?”

“About a month. My dad died five months ago, I lost my mum when I was little, so he married another woman who gave him my step sister. My step mum died two years ago, or rather disappeared. Dad left everything to me in his will. And my sister was fuming, saying that she was the one to deserve it. Back that I was so sad, I didn’t even realize she said that. During the four months I was grieving, but then I started to notice things.”

“Things like?”

“Her servants bringing me food and tea, which is a nice gesture but...it’s usually after I already ate. And then I started to get sick a lot more often. I’m not one to fall sick easily. The doctor said it was just a cold, but...I know she did something. The look on her face said it all. She looked happy when I was in bed for a week. I tried asking for help, but everyone thinks I’m paranoid.”

“I believe you.” said Watson as he looked back at Sherlock who only rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s clearly only the mind of a woman, making up scenarios. Why are you really here? You are wasting my time.” his words were harsh. And they hurt. Just as the nice Doctor turned to scold his friend, you spoke up, tear running down your face.

“I hope Mr. Holmes, that you will visit my grave one day. I just wish to see your face when you realize that you were wrong.” you said as you stormed out of the house.

You felt so silly. And to think that you were extremely nervous when you decided to seek for his help. You didn’t even realize that you left your scarf at the house. 

***

You were truly helpless, you didn’t have any friends to talk to, your maids were fired by her, leaving only her trusted ones behind. You were trapped in your own house.

And you didn’t have evidence to go to the police either. Although you looked everywhere in the house for signs. But you were unable to find anything, no bottles, no poison, nothing.

The worst however was that you were gradually falling more ill, day after day.

It felt like you were dying from the inside. So, you called the doctor over.

The doctor said that your illness was due to the loss of your father. The doctor blamed depression, but you knew it wasn’t that. Not with the way your sister was smirking and smiling when she thought you weren’t watching.

One day, you felt so terrible, you couldn’t even get out of the bed. 

And from that day on, you didn’t.

You were so ill, the sun hurt your eyes and you felt useless. You just laid in bed, you weren’t even sure for how long.

You had barely any appetite. And you wondered how many days have passed.

***

“Miss Y/L/N, two gentlemen are here to talk to you. They said they brought your scarf back.” one of the maid’s said before they left, leaving the door open to let the two men in. You tried to sit up, look at least presentable, but you were too weak.

“Miss Y/L/N,” you recognized that voice, that calm and kind voice.

“Dr. Watson,” you said smiling at the man, not noticing that Sherlock was also in the room.

“You left your scarf. Don’t get me wrong, My Lady, but you look very ill.” said the doctor as he placed the cloth by your hand. You grabbed it and thanked him.

“The doctor was just here, yesterday I think. Said it’s only depression.” you said letting out a long sigh. 

“That’s ridiculous. I saw people looking more heathy on their death bed. May I examine you?” you gave him a weak nod, then you turned to Sherlock who was standing on the other side of your bed.

“Will you take my case now, or in a few days when I’m gone?” you asked looking at Sherlock. His eyes met yours.

***

Dr. Watson determined that you needed immediate care in a hospital. Although your sister argued with him, telling him that you already are in the care of a doctor. 

That day, Sherlock took your case. He clearly noticed something which he didn’t’t share at the time.

You were in the hospital for three days, and you already felt better. Every day Dr Watson would come over to talk about the case or ask questions. Although you were sure Sherlock was already close to finding evidence.

***

One day, you were finally better, so you could walk around a little. You were sitting outside, reading a book under a tree when you noticed Mr Holmes making his way over to you. 

“It was the food and the water and the tea and the cookies and everything.” said Sherlock as he sat down beside you. “You were poisoned gradually, small portions on everything you ate, and drank. The maid did it, because your sister ordered her to. Both are in custody as we speak for attempted murder.” he said, but even with your suspicions being right, you didn’t feel better.

“Thank you Mr. Holmes. I will pay you as soon as I get out of here.” you said before turning to look up the tree, watching a little bird hop from one branch to the other.

“Hmm.” you didn’t notice the look Sherlock gave you. But he noticed just how much livelier you looked. Your eyes shined, your skin shimmered in the light. You looked a lot better. “So, as I observed, you are not married. Neither am I.” he said.

You had to admit this was the worst possible way someone tried to court you. You looked at him, eyes wide.

“Pardon?”

“I’m saying that I find you quite beautiful and I would like to know you better.”

“Oh.” 

“Oh? That’s it?”

“Don’t get me wrong Mr. Holmes, I appreciate the compliment, it’s just... Your timing, Sir. I am still in hospital because my sister tried to poison me, my brother-in-law is still out there, possibly stealing everything that he can move from my home. And you are...handsome.” 

“Then, I will be back with the same proposition in a few weeks. Ms Y/L/N.” he said as he stood up and left.

You laughed a little, thinking that he was joking.

After all, what could a man like him possibly want from you?

***

It had been almost a month since you left the hospital.

You were half right about your brother-in-law. He did steal a couple of items when he left, but luckily they didn’t mean anything to you, so you were just happy that he was gone. 

You hired new staff and fired everyone. You were not sure who you could trust.

You also made sure that every food and drink was thrown out or went down the sink. You were not taking any chances. 

The fact that you only had 2 members of staff made you do some work you were not used to. You were no brat and you didn’t mind getting your hands dirty, so you helped with the cleaning where you could. 

You were working in the kitchen, cleaning the cupboards when a voice behind you made you startled. You nearly fell off the furniture as you were cleaning the very top shelves.

“Miss, Mr. Holmes is here.” 

“Thank you, Tina! Let him in, please.”

“He is here, Miss.”

This is when you finally turned around and noticed the man smiling up at you. Tina already left to get back to her duties.

“Nice to see you again, Miss Y/L/N. I must admit, every time we meet I can see a different side of yours. I have never seen a lady on the sink, cleaning the shelves.”

“Well, someone has to do it.” you said slowly climbing down. Sherlock helped you, making sure you won’t fall. “I assume you came for your payment. Give me a moment. I put it in an envelope in the library.”

You said washing your hands before heading into the library. You pulled the drawer of your father’s desk out and pulled the envelope out.

“For your speedy resolution, and for Dr. Watson’s help regarding my health, I added a bit extra. Thank you very much.” you said handing him the payment.

“I actually didn’t come for the payment, Ms. Y/L/N.” he said but you watched as he reached out to take the payment from you and slipped in into his pocket. “I’m here to keep my word. What I said in the hospital, I wish to get to know you better. You seem like a very interesting and smart woman. You realized that your sister was bad, even when everyone, including me, thought that you were delusional. I apologize for that.” you honestly didn’t know what to say. You thought he was a man who wouldn’t see you in a romantic matter. But then again, he just mentioned getting to know you.

“Maybe, you can stay over for lunch? I will cook up something nice.”

“You?”

“Yes, I am yet to hire a new cook, and in the meantime I do the cooking, my old nanny taught me a few recipes.”

“Sounds nice.”

And so, he stayed for lunch, dinner and the next day he came over again and every single day after.

He was charming, and the two of you could speak for hours about everything and anything.

Before you knew it, months, and years passed.

You certainly didn’t think that when you decided to go to Baker Street 221B to ask for help, you would find your future husband.

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The Private Tutor | Sub! Oikawa Tooru (nsfw)

SYNOPSIS: AU - He's your private tutor, but there's not much tutoring happening behind locked doors.

READER: rich! female

INCLUDES: femdom, seduction, small age gap, mommy kink, overstimulation, edging, bit gag, bondage, blindfold, vibrator, anal plug, dog ears, handjob, choking, saliva, dacryphilia

WORDS: 1364

WRITTEN: 05/22/2021

NOTES: This is for @tobios-housewife femdom event! Make sure to check out everyone's work for the event! This fic didn't turn out as rough as I originally planned but my moods change too often lol. I was also debating between a milf reader or young adult, but I thought it was fun to see Oikawa submitting to someone even younger than him.

You came from a rich family, so your parents had the money to hire a private tutor for you. You had gone through many tutors because you were picky when you were younger.

When you were eighteen, in your last year of high school, you got a new private tutor to help you with your exams. His name was Oikawa Tooru and you were infatuated with him as a teenager.

It had started with simple touches to his upper thigh whenever he sat next to you. His glasses would start sliding down the bridge of his nose because of how hot and nervous he was.

He knew it was wrong. He was six years older than you, after all. But you were so alluring that it was hard for him to not be excited by the thought of you having your way with him.

You were all nice and bubbly on the outside with your family, so proper and elegant, but when you were with him, you were a seductress.

Of course, you never did anything, even though you were of age. You'd tease him and stop right before anything got too serious, but you didn't do it to be nice. You did it to get him riled up, trying to rope him further into your web.

Well, it seemed to work. Years later after you had gotten into college, Tooru had finally submitted to you.

Your parents were thrilled to hear that he was a tutor that you liked, so they still kept him around. If only they know what the two of you got up to during your tutoring sessions.

"Mmm—"

Tooru was underneath you with a bit gag in his mouth. There was a cloth blindfold tied over his eyes. His tears dampened the cloth and you could see his tears staining his cheeks.

He was tied to the bed in a starfish position, completely naked. There were fluffy dog ears on his head and a dog tail anal plug stuffed into his ass.

You were holding a vibrator to his cock, cooing and awing at how purple and swollen it was, only to take it away right before he was about to cum.

"How many times has that been? The third time?"

He cried out, muffled by the gag.

"I know, Tooru. It must be frustrating. When was the last time we saw each other? Hmm, two weeks ago? You must have been so eager to see me. Well, that's what I thought, but you seemed to be having fun with that girl today."

"Mhm, hmph—"

"Sorry, I couldn't quite catch that," you said as you turned up the level on the vibrator.

He tensed up, back arching off the bed and arms pulling against the ropes around his wrists for a moment before falling back onto the bed.

"Mother says I have a bad temper sometimes," you said with a wistful sigh. "That I'm spoiled. I'm not spoiled, right? I'm entitled to my own thoughts and opinions. Oops."

You quickly tore off the vibrator from his throbbing cock before he could cum. He cried out for you, thrashing and pulling against the restraints placed on him.

You turned off the vibrator and sat down on your ass, letting out a loud sigh. Tooru strained his ears, trying to listen to what you were going to do next.

"Maybe we should call it a day. You must be tired from your other tutoring sessions."

He clenched his fists, shaking his head in denial of your words. He didn't want to stop, even if you were mad at him today.

He didn't mean to make you jealous. She was just another student he was tutoring for money, but you were different. You were his and he was yours.

"No?"

You crawled over him and sat on his chest, then undid the bit gag. You pulled it away from his mouth, watching the way his saliva stretched until falling.

"M-Mommy, d-don't," he cried. "I'm s-sorry."

"Really now?"

You got off being called ‘Mommy.’ You liked being the one in charge—the one with authority.

He sniffled and nodded. "I didn't—didn't mean to. Mommy's the only one for me. P-Please, I wanna see you."

Tooru wasn't this submissive usually. To the public eye, he was an energetic and dominant playboy. Of course, he stopped his playboy ways after starting a relationship with you but old habits died hard. Occasionally, his mouth would accidentally say something flirty to someone else without realizing it.

"You wanna see me? Do you deserve that?" you asked.

"I-I'm sorry. P-Please!"

You were a sucker for tears and he had given enough of that today. You brushed your knuckles against his tear-stained cheeks.

"What would you do if my parents saw you like this? Aren't you supposed to be the tutor to their sweet daughter?"

"But—"

"Teach me something, baby."

You could see his Adam's apple move as he swallowed. Your knuckles wiped away his tears and your fingers played with the hem of the blindfold.

"The—The p-value is a p-proportion: if your p-value is 0.05, that means that—that 5% of the time, you would see a test statistic at least as extreme as the one you found if the null hypothesis was t-true."

"Really? How interesting," you murmured as you lifted the blindfold over his head.

You readjusted the dog ears on his head before finally looking at him. His teary eyes were blinking at you, drawn up sadly as he begged for your kindness.

You reached back and squeezed his cock with one hand. He bit down on his lip, forcing back his moan. Your other hand reached forward to tug his lip from his teeth.

"You'll ruin your pretty face," you said. "It's the only part of you I like right now."

"I'm—"

You wrapped your hand around his neck and squeezed it. He whimpered and you could feel his cock throb in your hand.

Your thumb pulled his jaw down by the chin, opening his mouth. You leaned over and gathered your spit in your mouth before spitting it into his mouth.

"I bet you're thirsty, dog."

He swallowed it eagerly, making you chuckle at how obedient he was. You turned around, facing his cock. He whined at not being able to see you, even though he had a good view of your ass pressed against his lower abdomen from behind.

You stroked his cock in one hand while your other hand slightly tugged on the anal plug. He moaned, hips arching and turning to tell you he wanted more.

You played with the plug stuffed in his ass, pulling it until it nearly came out, only to let his backside suck it back in like the slut he was.

"M-Mommy, p-please," he cried.

"I don't recall the phrase 'Mommy, please' being part of statistics," you said as you wrapped both hands around his cock.

Your hands felt hot around him. Your thumb swiped over the sensitive head of his cock. He hoped you would find some kindness in your heart to allow him to cum this time.

"Nngh—"

“Cumming already, baby?”

“Y-Yes, f-fuck, M-Mommy,” he cried.

“It's okay, baby. I'll let you cum this time.”

“Th-Thank y-you—G-God—Nngh—”

His cum shot out, and if your face had been any closer, you were sure it would have splattered onto your cheeks.

He was panting heavily beneath you. A trail of drool escaping the corner of his lips as your hands slowed down. He occasionally twitched and whimpered, hips shifting to throw your hands off him.

Your hands slipped away from his cock gently, then you turned around to face him with a soft smile on your face.

“What a good boy,” you cooed, a hand reaching out to pinch his cheek.

“Hmm.”

He leaned into your hand, nuzzling his cheek against it as you opened your palm out to him. You smiled and leaned in to kiss his tears away.

“If you had been good from the start, this would have never happened.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“It's all right, Tooru. Now, let's get started on the second round. Let's start off with a chemistry fact, okay?”

[razorblade180]

OC test:Confessional pt1

[Warning: It’s depressing]

In the spirit of Mental Health Awareness Month, everyone shall confess a deeply personal thought to one other person not from their universe. It’ll just be those two people in the room.

Veronica:Crap…

xxxx

Mona:Yo.

Lucas:Uhh hey. Color me shocked. Why me?

Mona:I don’t know. Why not? Honestly not quite sure what to say. I’m pretty numb by most things or have aired out my baggage. I was groomed and sexually abused. Big whoop. That’s no secret.

Lucas:…That must’ve been a lot to deal with.

Mona:Not particularly. The only silver lining of it happening so young is most of what happened was too big to really comprehend entirely. It’s fucking awful for sure but better than…hmm. *sits down* …..Heh.

Lucas:*sits* Found something?

Mona:Not many know this but I’m not an only child. I have a little sister. Has to be twelve by now.

Lucas:Why isn’t she here?

Mona:If she was, Ahlai wouldn’t say anything. She’s broken. Like…shattered. Dear old mom just never let up for anything. By the time she turned seven, Ahlai was already gone. Hardly blinked let alone ate. I only remember that because it’s the reason I gave myself to leave her behind when I finally ran away. I was fourteen.

Lucas:…

Mona:…..

Mona:I’ve never pretended or acted like I’m a good person, but every time I think about that, I can’t shrug off how fucked up that was of me. Maybe that’s why I like sticking my neck out for street kids?

Lucas:Not sure how far a fourteen year old girl would’ve gotten if you had grabbed her. Sounds like an un-winnable situation. If it makes you feel better, escaping at all is a feat.

Mona:Heh, I knew I was right to pick you.

xxxxx

Sienna:Hey Frosty.

Summer:That’s…surprisingly a new one. Why me?

Sienna:You’re pretty gentle, like a snow rabbit.

Summer:Thank you? Well, I’m no stranger to therapy. I’ll listen to you.

Sienna:I can’t remember my real name, and that gets to me sometimes.

Summer:…..Sienna isn’t your real name?

Sienna:Hehe, no. It’s what Adam gave me, or…the name I gave myself? My memories are pretty hazy around that time and everything before. Not just my name, but family too. I remember the mines, bits and pieces anyways. I also know…I killed my brother. No face, voice, or even how, but I know it was me.

Summer:That’s…a lot to take in. I’m sorry you went through that.

Sienna:Anytime I try remembering, or even think about asking anyone who does know, my head starts feeling like it’ll split open. My heart races and I can’t stop shaking. Wearing jewelry freaks me out too; my body remembers those days vividly. Just not my brain.

Summer:Our minds can block out traumatic experiences as a way of protecting us. I only recently went back to the lake I nearly died. Immediately had a panic attack, my head remembering the moment I fell in. It was terrifying and I had to leave. There are times our body knows what’s best.

Sienna:Isn’t that just a nice way of saying we’re too weak to handle the truth?

Summer:…Sure feels that way sometimes, doesn’t it?

xxxxx

Canary:I take it you’re no stranger to Ruby drama?

Carmine:I could write a book about it. Rant.

Canary:When I needed a hero, a person who truly understood my sorrow, Ruby Rose wasn’t there. Not only that but she took away other people with her! I didn’t have to be a girl with limited memories of her dad and no scythe knowledge. I don’t even blame her for the death. I just….it would’ve felt like he was still there if she stood by me. *rubs eyes*

Carmine:Mo- Ruby is never at her best when she’s highly emotional. Sadly, being a mother, daughter, niece, anything of the sort is ripe with emotion. Ironically, it makes her the best hero for everyone else because she understands the weight of those familial ties.

Canary:I don’t hate her or anything. It just sucks. They say never meet your heroes. But when your hero is family…

Carmine:Disappointment comes with it. Yeah, it’s the worst. It’s ironic. You would think out of anyone it would be her family that sees her through rose tinted glasses.

xxxxx

Nick:Hi Yujin.

Yujin:What are the odds? I was gonna pick you too. Heh, same brain cell. *smiles*

Nick:Ha, guess so. Honestly I don’t have many things I haven’t aired out before. I’ve actually gone to therapy, so that helped. *lays on his back*

Yujin:I’m sensing a “but” is on its way.

Nick:Heh, but, I’ll admit I’m pretty upset with myself. I wish I could be rude. Like unapologetically rude. It’s annoying how many people look up to me or expect things. I’ve been surrounded by hundreds before but felt completely alone.

Yujin:I get that. *sits* I can’t count how many times someone said “Yang’s daughter” and I wanted to scream. Not our parents fault that they’re amazing, but it can blow.

Nick:How do you deal with it?

Yujin:It helps when my parents are there watching me do something. Yeah, I am Yang’s daughter, and she’s currently losing her mind over it. I love that.

Nick:Hmmm never looked at it quite like that. It is always nice seeing mom and dad cheer. Can’t undo blood. Guess it really is about changing perspective.

Yujin:Also I’m pretty sure anyone who actually cares about you would understand if you asked them to leave you alone. Anybody else are the actual rude people.

Nick:What’s your confession?

Yujin:Truthfully? I feel like a brat. Always have. People try consoling me and I’m aware bigger things in the world take priority, but I still get upset. I feel like I’m making things a hassle a times. What’s worse is when I’m ignorant about information so now I don’t know I’m making things rough. I want to be better than that.

Nick:Unfortunately…I’m just as lost as you are on that front.

Yujin:That’s okay. Thanks for listening to me. I appreciate it.

xxxxx

Aero:Of all the people to call…

Jael:You seem like a straightforward individual. Kinda like my sister.

Aero:Oh. *red* Thank you. Also I’m terrible at advice so…sorry in advance.

She leans forward until her forehead of his chest.

Jael:It’s alright. Neither is she. My sister lives a life of secrecy to the point she doesn’t actually exist, fake name and all. Mom is maiden and her family is gone, so she’s off the grid. Then there’s dear old dad, who officially dead more than two decades ago. The only person who really exists is me, and I’m basically on borrowed time.

Aero:….

Jael:*tearing up* If I don’t make something of myself, it’ll be like my family never existed. The name Taurus will remain infamous. *crying* It’s not fair. Not when so much more has happened.

Aero:*pats head* My mom believes things happen for a reason. If I were to guess, I’d say you’re on borrowed time because the world knows it’s still more than enough to leave your mark. So don’t sweat it. You’re ahead of schedule.

xxxxx

Tenzen:Helping people is hard.

Sparrow:Truer words have never been spoken. I take it you help a lot of people?

Tenzen:I try to, but I never really feel too good at it. I always feel like I don’t really understand their pain and it only makes things worse. I’m always outside looking in.

Sparrow:Kid, you have your entire life ahead of you. You’re not supposed to have all the answers and solve everyone’s problems. If it comes from a place of sincerity and love then you’re doing the best you can. I’m sure Yujin thinks you’re doing just fine.

Tenzen:I didn’t say it was-

Sparrow:Didn’t have to.

xxxxx

Jackie:What’s with the face?

Sparrow:I was just here. I must be popular.

Jackie:I can’t burden kids with my hang ups! You’re the obvious choice.

Sparrow:Do you have hang ups? You seem pretty put together.

Jackie:At my point in life, only one thing troubles me, my family. Each one of them as their own personal demons in one way or another. I’m doing my best to help them. Together we’re pretty happy. But…eventually we’ll all be apart. It scares me to think that if I were to get hurt and go away to soon, they wouldn’t handle it well. I made a home filled with love. What happens when I can’t give them it anymore?

Sparrow:…Well, did you forget your mother’s love?

Jackie:….*tearing up*

Sparrow: *smiles* That’s the thing about parents. Kids never forget them, for better or worse. You built a home with what you remembered love felt like.

Jackie:I’ve made so many mistakes. I wasn’t a good person for awhile. That love she gave didn’t stop the anger. My demons, they’ve done things.

Sparrow:So you’re just like my mom then and if your kids take after you, they’ll find their way eventually. Right back to the love.

Jackie:….Can I cry?

Sparrow:Heh, you need permission?

Jackie:No. Just giving you a heads up.

Sniffles turn into whimpering as Jacquelyn starts crying softly. Sparrow was kind enough to offer her a warm hug in her moment of stress. He really was raised well.

[its-deputy-caleb]

If you're feeling up to writing a bit of Mikey, could I please request him being an asshat to everyone and being told off by his S/O after he asks Jack if he wants to earn a dollar?

(You know the part where he says to ask Arthur about the stick up his butt?)

He's such a dickhead and I find myself telling the screen off when he does it! 😂

OR

His S/O giving him a slap and a bollocking after he kicks Cain, then they fuss over Cain and force Micah to make friends with him.

I dunno, it's up to you 😂 You could write any scenario you want, I'll still love it 😘😘

i am always up to writing for a bit of mikey (that nickname is so cute) but ngl i had no idea how to write this or put this together. I watched the clips again so i could get it accurate but i changed it bc i didn't know if u wanted a happy ending or not but i hope i delivered <33 also u asked for either and i gave u both :)

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Clemens Point was a strange place with even stranger people. After leaving valentine in a hurry it seems the entire gang was on edge and ready to blow like a stick of dynamite. It seems having to act like upstanding heartfelt citizens to the Grays and the Braithwaites has meant everyone is that aggravated and pent up.

On more than one occasion you’d seen Sadie lose it when Pearson got to pushy with chores and it seems Abigail and John couldn’t stand to have a normal conversation for five minutes before one of them broke. It wasn’t much better with Dutch and Hosea who were constantly disagreeing on the right moves for the gang, although they were much more civil about it.

You did your best to keep out of everyone’s way, to avoid the confrontation but knowing your luck you’d end up getting involved one way or another.

You were returning to camp one sweltering hot afternoon with Sadie after you finished collecting the gang’s weekly stock from the general store. You were only half listening to the hustle around the camp as you were too busy listening to Sadie tell you all about Pearson’s dear aunt Cathy. You stepped off the wagon and headed to the back to start unloading some of the supplies when the sound of Micah’s voice could be heard talking to Jack.

“How’d ya like to earn a dollar?”

His voice with thick with malice as he hunched over the wooden table. In Micah’s hands was a silver nickel that he fiddled with between his fingers, much like you’d seen of him do with his knife. Your eyes found Jack who was almost reluctant to get anywhere near the man who you knew scared him. However, being the innocent child that he was his eyes lit up at the sight of something shiny.

“A dollar? Sure.”

You carried the heavy bag of potatoes over to Pearson’s wagon as you went back for another round of supplies but you kept the boy in the corner of your eye.

“Well…go on up to old Arthur Morgan, ask him about the pole he’s got stuck up his ass and I’ll give ya a dollar.”

Micah’s face lit up in a smirk, his accent thick and his typical evil giggle falling from his mouth. He sat back on the chair, satisfied at the mischief he’s caused.

Before you could get anywhere Jack had run off to where Arthur was sitting in his tent, reading over a letter. You placed another round of ammunition into Strauss’ wagon, dropping it hastily and running as you saw Arthur walk right up to Micah with a murderous look in his eye.

“I’ll give you a dollar if you shut your—“

Arthur didn’t get to finish his insult before you stepped in front of him with a soft hand on his shoulder. You gave him a soft smile and a nod, quietly saying to your dear friend that you’d handle this.

With that you turned with your own look of anger directed to Micah. Everyone knew you loved him but they also knew you didn’t hesitate to call him out and get him to behave when you had to.

“Micah leave the damn boy alone!”

He scoffed like he wasn’t offended you didn’t defend him and instead chose to call him out. Micah’s hands came up in his signal of fake defeat as he slowly backed away from his place at the table, acting as if he was nothing more than the innocent bystander and not the one who nearly ended up on the ground with a broken nose for starting it.

You watched as Micah lingered around the edge of the camp, his eyes trained to yours as he lit a cigarette but you ignored him. Instead you walked over to Jack, smiling softly and taking his hand to lead him to the river’s edge.

“Common, why don’t we go see if we can find any beautiful rock on the sand, hmm? I’m sure your mother would love such a beautiful gift.”

-

Of course, it wasn’t more than a few days later when you ran into trouble again with Micah. You’d spent your time ignoring him mostly, instead choosing to go hunting with Charles and Arthur, practice your throwing knives with Javier and help teach Jack to read. You knew how badly it pissed Micah off to do things without him but he needed to understand that there was a way to treat people, especially with people you considered family.

You rolled up your sleeves, using your forearm to wipe the sweat from your forehead as you picked up the knife and started cutting carrots and potatoes for tonights stew.

“Are you a good boy? Yes you are! The best boy”

Your head came up to notice bill sitting against the log by the campfire, scratching under Cain’s chin and giving the energetic dog pats along the back. You couldn’t help but smile at the new addition to the gang and how happy it made you to see Bill less stressed. It seemed that having Cain made everyone feel more caring and loving.

All except Micah.

“You’re the fool that feed’s him Marion. He ain’t nothing more than a filthy mongrel and an extra mouth to feed.”

Micah had stood from his place on the opposite side of the campfire to antagonise Bill. A frustrated noise leaves you as you slam the knife down on the wooden bench, ready to storm over there and chew Micah’s ear off. You take a step forward only for Miss Grimshaw, who was working next to you, to grab your arm and stop you before you get any further.

“There is a time and a place dear, don’t make it worse.”

Of course you knew Susan was just trying to keep another argument from happening but you push past her when you see Micah inching towards Cain who had left his spot at Bill’s feet to hide by a wagon. In a split second decision you pick the knife you’re cooking with and use it like a throwing knife to get his attention. The knife swings through the air, not getting near anyone, it wasn’t like you actually wanted to stab Micah no matter how badly he could get on your nerves and watched as it got wedged into the tree behind him.

Micah’s head shot up, his foot moving away from Cain and stared dumbfounded and shocked, unused to seeing you so skilfully throw a knife but your practices paid off. You walked right into his personal space, taping your finger against his chest.

“Don’t. You. Dare”

Micah’s first response was to try and sweet-talk his way out of it like he always does but you were in no mood to deal with his slyness.

“Dare to do what sweetheart? Common now… weren’t gonna do nothin—“

Your hand came to give Micah a crisp slap across the cheek, apart of you was shocked that you’d even do such a thing but the other half of you was furious.

“Don’t underestimate for a minute that I won’t dump you right now and throw you out of camp Micah. I’m not some stranger you can sweet-talk when you get in trouble. I swear, if I see you go anywhere near Cain the knife isn’t going to hit the tree next time.”

Micah’s eyebrows shoot up in shock as you lecture him in front of almost the entire gang. Even Dutch put his book down when he heard your slap. He was lost for words, truely, having now other thought as he watched you walk away back to preparing tonights stew. He didn’t move from his place until he heard you whistle for Cain to sit by your feet, where he went and meandered off into the forest to give you space. All he knew was that he must have fucked up bad if you threatened to leave him.

-

A few hours later you’d managed to calm down, watching the sunset after Ms Grimshaw gave you the rest of the night off to relax at how pent up you were. Now sitting here you couldn’t help but feel like you may have over reacted but Micah had pushed your buttons one too many times and if Micah was going to listen to anyone it would be you. You let out a soft but hearty sigh as the tension and stress from your shoulders left with your breath. Your body relaxed against the tree and you watched the sun gently dip below the horizon.

It was well and truely dark before you heard the rustling of grass and the thud of someone sitting next to you. You thought it may have been Arthur coming to check on you but that thought died when arms wrapped around your waist and you felt Micah rest his chin on your shoulder, his stringy hair tickling your face at the gentle breeze.

“…M’ sorry…”

A very quiet and forced apology was pulled from Micah as he cuddled into you, mumbling it into your shoulder at the pain of actually having to apologise.

“Sorry won’t cut it Micah. You have to stop treating people that I care about— people that are family better.”

Micah sighs, the defeated, tired one that shows he’s willing to listen because no matter how badly he stirs up trouble, the thought of losing you is enough to have him turn his mind around.

“I know…gonna make it up to ya I promise.”

A soft and very cautious kiss is placed on your shoulder with Micah knowing he’s still not forgiven by you yet.

“You’re damn well gonna make it up to me. Firstly you’re apologising to Jack first thing tomorrow and secondly you need to pull your weight for this gang— and no I’m not talking about robbing another coach. To start you can sit on guard duty with me and you can wash my clothes.”

“I’ll just buy you new clothes”

You give Micah a death glare as you tilt your head to look at him. Instantly his teasing smirk leaves and his arms come to wrap tighter around your body, resting his hands on your stomach and intertwining your fingers.

“Alright, alright… guard duty ain’t so bad.”

You sit together for a while in a comfortable silence. All the energy from today had left you and you no longer had it in you to keep arguing. You’d hold Micah to his promise to do better but for now you leant back into his embrace and rested your head against his.

“Can I at least sleep in the tent tonight?”

You smiled softly as you hummed in contemplation just to tease him. Micah hadn’t come to sleep in your shared tent since the day he messed with Jack and both of you had missed each other despite the frustration and anger you had.

“Hmm, we’ll see.”

Micah thinks you’ve said no, panicking internally but is stopped when you turn your head and place a soft kiss to his cheek over the mark from where you’d slapped him not so long ago. It wasn’t the kiss that he wanted but he still needed to make it up to you before you gave him what he wanted.

You reached a soft hand up behind you, cradling his head and rubbing your thumb over his sore cheek.

“Is your cheek okay?”

Micah let out a gravelly noise, deep from his chest as he leaned into your hand.

“Ain’t gotta worry sweetheart, I’ve survived much worse”

You don’t get to reply when a tentative and cautious Cain makes his way over to the two of you. You pat your leg and he curls up beside you with his head resting on your leg and his tail thumbing, relaxed and happy.

Micah on the other hand was not relaxed or happy as he tensed up and moved away from the dog and you. If it wasn’t for your hand holding the back of his head he probably would’ve jumped away.

“Micah Cain isn’t going to hurt you, he just wants attention like you. See? No need to be afraid.”

To prove your point you reach a hand out and gently brush over his short, grey fur, watching as he perks up.

“I ain’t afraid!”

You would’ve believed him if you didn’t catch the waver in his voice but you knew. You knew after seeing him be spooked by the animal more than once around camp.

The hand that was still intertwined with his gently guided his hand pat Cain, letting him slowly get comfortable to him.

It took some time but finally Micah had gotten used to Cain enough to realise he was clearly not a threat. At some point Cain had moved over to Micah’s side, resting beside him as the night became later.

A yawn left you and you slowly sank into Micah’s embrace, your eyelids falling shut as you dozed, clearly exhausted.

Holding Micah to his promise was a job for tomorrow, but for now you let yourself fall asleep in his arms, the tent be damned.

[princemarimo]

Since the beginning of time

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro / Sanji Vinsmoke Warnings: de-aged Sanji, de-aged Zoro Word Count: 4.119 Summary: When a fight against another pirate crew goes wrong, Usopp finds himself with two children alone in the woods. Sanji doesn’t seem to trust him at first, but he cares about Zoro even more and lets a well kept secret out. Link (if posted on AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/37452448

So I re-wrote this since I had a similar fic for another fandom, but I wanted to do something for Sanji's birthday in a few hours. I love him way too much.

I hope you all enjoy this. It's just fluff.

*

Usopp is pretty sure that he is actually still on the flying lamb, in his soft, warm hammock, and is dreaming all of this. This can’t be his real life, no matter what else had already happened in it.

This has to be a joke.

“Sanji, please. It’s me, Usopp!” Usopp says for the tenth time, but the little blond boy behind one of the trees only cries louder. Dammit. Usopp knows they have seen so many weird devil fruits, but this one takes the cake.

“Why is Sanji crying?” Zoro asks and Usopp takes a deep breath before he looks down at the tiny swordsman. At least Zoro seems to be better off than Sanji, since he still remembers their names. However, he seems a lot more like a real kid too no matter how grumpy he can look.

“I think he is afraid,” Usopp says, exhausted, and looks back into the forest. He needs to get them out of here, before other pirates would find them. Luffy and the others should already be back at the ship and maybe Chopper could help them somehow.

Their little doctor has a plan for everything. At least that’s what Usopp tells himself.

Too bad Zoro killed the weird pirate before Usopp had realized that the asshole had cursed the cook and the swordsman. Usopp sighs loudly and watches how Zoro nearly stumbles over his own feet as he walks towards Sanji.

Usopp doesn’t even have an idea how old they could be. Just like always Sanji is actually a tiny bit smaller than Zoro, but they both seem to be very young. Three, maybe four, if Usopp is lucky. Just great.

“Sanji?” Zoro asks quietly when he reaches the tree. Usopp can see how he kneels down and has to hide a grin. Fine, maybe the baby swordsman was actually kind of cute. Even his swords seem different, made of wood now. Seems like the baby still has to train with wooden swords, Usopp smiles.

“I w-wanna go home. I want my m-mommy!” Sanji cries louder this time and it’s as if someone punched Usopp in his guts. So either Sanji is so small that his mother should still be alive or he is now dealing with his mother’s death. Usopp doesn’t know for sure when she died, but Sanji had told him once about her when he was really drunk.

They all know Sanji doesn’t like to talk about his family.

“But you have me and Usopp,” Zoro says happily and he even throws his hands up. Sanji sniffles again, but at least the loud crying finally stops. Usopp takes a shaky breath, thank god.

“But Usopp looks scary!” Sanji whispers, or he tries to, but Usopp can hear him clearly. He smiles, so Sanji does remember him, even though he is scared of the great Captain Usopp.

“Hmm. I think he looks cool,” Zoro giggles and Usopp’s heart swells. He thought Zoro would be an angry kid, but maybe he had been a sweet boy, before he grew up to be a warrior. Just like Sanji.

“Sanji, it’s okay. I promise you that I just want to help you,” Usopp says and he tries to soften his voice. Sanji actually looks carefully around the tree and Usopp smiles as widely as he can.

Sanji looks back to Zoro who now holds his hand out.

“Okay,” Sanji says softly and he wipes away all the tears and snot on his face. Usopp concentrates not to make a face at that and he watches as Sanji carefully takes Zoro’s hand in his own.

“Maybe we can ask Usopp for some food?” Zoro says and Usopp huffs a laugh. The little swordsman seems really clever and Usopp winks at him. Sanji actually walks a bit faster, when he hears that, but he doesn’t say anything.

Usopp is relieved, when they are both in front of him. They are still dirty and Sanji’s face is all red from his crying, but they seem healthy and at least not hurt. Usopp had been worried that the other pirates had actually hurt them. And thank god both are still dressed.

If the bandana on Zoro looked dangerous before, he looks just incredibly cute now. Sanji looks almost adorable in his tiny suit and Usopp chuckles.

“Did I hear something about food?” Usopp asks and Sanji’s eyes automatically light up. Seems like some things never change.

“Can we please get some? It would make Sanji very happy,” Zoro asks and Usopp would literally give him anything, if the little cook continued to look at him like that. Sanji nods hastily besides him, but he is still not speaking.

“Of course. I’m sure we’ll find something,” Usopp promises and he knows that they still have some food on their ship. Sanji made their snacks just before the pirates had attacked and Usopp knows he had hidden them before Luffy could see them.

“Thank you Usopp!” Zoro says happily and Usopp only nods.

“Okay, Zoro? Come here. It’s probably better if I uh… carry you, before you eh… get lost or something,” Usopp says and he carefully picks the swordsman up. Zoro seems surprised but he lets go of Sanji’s hand.

This is all so damn weird, he hopes Zoro can laugh about it later when he’s big again.

Zoro growls.

“Put me down, longnose!” Zoro says, but Usopp just adjusts his weight and looks back to Sanji, who sniffles again.

“Wait!” Sanji says loudly and Usopp raises his eyebrows.

“What is it?” Usopp asks, a bit worried and Sanji looks down to his feet. Usopp obviously didn’t know Sanji the first time around, when Sanji was this young, but he never would’ve guessed that Sanji was this shy.

“What about me?” Sanji asks and his under lip wobbles dangerously, Usopp kneels down and puts his hands on Sanji’s shoulders.

“Hey I would never forget about you. I just thought you wanted to hold my hand instead, but maybe you wanna be carried?” Usopp explains and Sanji nods. Only one tear falls down this time and Sanji is pouting all cutely.

Usopp always knew the crew would be his death one day, but that he would get killed by his cook’s cuteness? Yeah, that's a new one.

“Are you okay with walking?” Usopp asks Zoro now and the swordsman nods. He didn’t seem to like to be carried anyway. Usopp sighs and puts him back down. Sanji smiles and holds his arms up.

They already survived so much crap in their lives, they could do this too. As soon as they got back to the ship, Usopp would do anything to change them back.

“There you go,” Usopp says, when he picks Sanji up this time. Zoro smiles a bit too when the cook laughs all cutely at that. Then Sanji smacks his lips and actually puts his thumb into his mouth. Usopp yanks his hand away and Sanji’s eyes widen.

“N-no”. Sanji says and Usopp can see that he is nearly crying again. He groans quietly and then looks into his bag. He knows he has some wet wipes in there somewhere, not because he actually thought he would ever have babies with him, but because it often comes in handy, when they are all bloody and there is no shower in sight.

“Here, let me just clean your hands,” Usopp explains and he carefully wipes the dirt off Sanji's hands. Sanji just watches him and as soon as Usopp is finished, he puts his thumb back into his mouth.

He looks way too cute to be angry with him for doing that, but maybe Usopp should buy him something. God, he hopes the curse will be gone, before he actually has to buy all this baby stuff.

“I can help!” Zoro says happily and Sanji snuffles around his thumb.

“Help? I’m not sure that you actually know the right path back to the ship,” Usopp says, while Sanji plays with his hair. Usopp watches in disgust how the spit already dribbles down his chin from sucking his thumb.

“No but Sanji has something in the pocket of his jacket. He needs that when he’s nervous!” Zoro says, as if it’s the most obvious thing he ever said. Usopp frowns for a moment.

“As I said, don’t worry about that. I’m…” Usopp starts to explain, but he does look into the pocket of Sanji’s suit. Usopp almost squeaks when he sees that where normally Sanji’s cigarettes would be, are actually some pacifiers. What the fuck. This stupid devil fruit had changed everything or what.

“Wow.” Sanji says, looking so fascinated and even Usopp feels a bit lightheaded. Zoro smiles widely and then Usopp holds out the pacifier for Sanji, who immediately takes it and puts it into his mouth. He smiles behind it.

“See I can help!” Zoro says, but he sounds a bit disappointed in himself, even though Sanji doesn’t seem to care. Usopp knows that Zoro believes Sanji would only tolerate him around them because he is a good fighter, not a friend or something.

Sometimes Usopp wants to tell Zoro the truth, telling him that the cook is just a coward, but he still hopes, one day, Sanji will finally find the courage to talk about his feelings. Not that Zoro is any better. Just as hopelessly in love with the cook and doesn’t say a damn word about it.

“Thank you, Marimo!” Sanji squeals and it comes out all slurred, because of the pacifier. He struggles in Usopp’s arms and Usopp holds him a bit down, so he can reach Zoro. Sanji takes his pacifier out, just to press a kiss on Zoro’s cheek and the swordsman puts his hand over the spot Sanji kissed.

Usopp has to hide his grin, while Sanji just nods and then kicks his legs a bit.

“Food?” Sanji asks and now that he seems to understand the power of his big blue eyes, he actually starts to use them. Usopp nods.

“Sure.”

*

Luckily the walk was quiet. Zoro had hummed to some music, even though he didn't seem to remember any of the words and Sanji had actually slept a bit on Usopp’s shoulder. Zoro didn’t even try to run away, which probably means they are both super tired.

They’re still not anywhere near their ship, but the town seems peaceful and quiet. Maybe they should actually take a break here. Since they’re both kids, they had walked very slow and Usopp could use the break himself. Around the next corner is a nice looking restaurant and Usopp stops.

“Boys, we’re here!” Usopp says and carefully wakes Sanji up, to put him down. Sanji rubs over his visible eye and smiles, before he takes Zoro’s hand back into his. Usopp can’t help but smile, it seems that it’s easier to show their emotions as kids.

Usopp wishes the crew could see this.

“Food,” Sanji mumbles quietly and Usopp chuckles. He knows that Sanji probably wants to cook instead of eat it, but right now he wouldn’t even reach his own stove.

“Are you feeling okay, Zoro?” Usopp asks, just to be sure, and Zoro nods.

“Hungry,” Zoro says and Usopp nods. Zoro is probably really hungry, often enough he is not better than their captain, he just doesn’t show it so easily.

Usopp is glad when he sees that the restaurant is almost empty. He helps Sanji and Zoro onto their own corner bench and then sits down at the opposite.

“Oh hello, aren’t you two lovely?” The waitress, Perona according to her name tag, states and Usopp grins in agreement.

“Hello, we want food,” Zoro actually says, while Sanji hides behind him. He does make shy heart eyes at her, Usopp snorts.

“Your sons?” She asks and Usopp nods, before he realizes what he is doing.

“Actually just the small and shy blond one. The other one is the son of a friend.” Usopp explains and Sanji actually pouts at those words. Zoro just nods along. They need a cover like this or people would probably arrest him for stealing two kids.

“Okay, what can I do for you all?” Perona asks and she pulls out her pen and pad. Usopp gets himself some cheesecake and some apple pie for the two boys. Hoping that it wouldn’t be too sweet for Zoro’s likeness.

“Usopp?” Sanji asks and Usopp looks back at the boys. Sanji seems so nervous again and he is still holding onto Zoro, who is playing with a napkin.

“Yes, Sanji?” Usopp asks back and now Sanji is smiling all widely and then points at another couple at the end of the restaurant.

“Why are they doing this?” Sanji asks and Usopp doesn’t really know what Sanji is talking about. Then he sees that they are holding hands and the man leans closer to kiss his girlfriend.

“Uhm… you do that if you really like someone,” Usopp explains awkwardly and Sanji nods very seriously. He is looking at the couple again and Usopp hopes they will get served, before Sanji can ask any other questions.

“Are they in love?” Zoro wants to know and he looks fascinated with the idea. Usopp swallows dryly.

“Yeah… perhaps,” Usopp answers slowly and Zoro nods to himself. Sanji is still watching the couple with big eyes, when the man starts to feed his girlfriend some of his food, Usopp groans.

“Here we go boys! Cheesecake for the caring father and for the two cutest boys in the world, some apple pie with extra cream.” Perona says happily and puts the plates down. Usopp is a bit relieved when Sanji finally focuses on something different than the couple and starts eating his pie.

Sanji eats his own pie very slowly, while Zoro just stuffs it all into his mouth. Usopp has to hide his grin, because Zoro even has some cream on his nose.

“And is it good?” Usopp wants to know and Zoro only answers with a nod, still too busy devouring the pie in one breath. Sanji smiles at Usopp.

“It tastes really nice. I hope I can get the recipe.” Sanji answers happily and Usopp chuckles a bit, because that is so typical for Sanji. He’s glad that even as a kid Sanji seemed to already enjoy cooking.

“Zoro?” Sanji asks between his bites and Zoro looks at him automatically. They stare at each other and it’s scary how much Usopp can see their adult selves at this moment. Sanji blinks.

“Open your mouth,” Sanji says and Zoro frowns, still without complaining he does so and Sanji nods to himself, before he scoops up some of his pie. Usopp feels like he shouldn’t be watching this, but he can’t help it either.

Sanji grins when he actually feeds Zoro and the swordsman blushes deeply, when he seems to understand what Sanji is not saying.

“Thank you,” Zoro says and Sanji shrugs, as if it was nothing.

“You do that when you love someone,” Sanji says and Usopp coughs into his glass of water. Oh god. He just… said that.

“Like a brother?” Zoro asks back and Usopp sighs. Yeah, okay maybe Sanji had said those words to lots of women before and never really meant it, since he’s just a guy who flirts a lot but Usopp knows it means more now.

“No thank you. I already have a lot of brothers.” Sanji, the dumbass, says and smiles.

“Oh,” Zoro says and this time he is the one who looks back to the couple. Before Usopp can somehow distract them from… whatever this was, Zoro frowns harder and then puts his hand over Sanji’s.

Sanji doesn’t react at all, he just continues to eat his pie with his free hand, and Usopp decides not to say anything. They deserve this. The next ten minutes nobody says anything and Usopp gets up to pay for their meal.

When he comes back, Sanji seems still pretty tired, because he is rubbing his visible eye again while still holding onto Zoro.

“Young love, huh?” Perona asks smiling, when she sees them as well. Usopp shrugs.

“Nothing really new, but the first time they acted on it.” Usopp says and he doesn’t care that this may sound weird for the waitress.

“I’m glad you are so open with this,” Perona says and Usopp frowns. Why wouldn’t he be, but then he sees how Sanji looks up to him. He seems a bit afraid and hastily looks away, as if he thinks Usopp wouldn’t be okay with him and Zoro.

“Boys? Are you ready?” Usopp asks and he holds the door open. Zoro gets up and joins him, Sanji behind him, still holding hands. It’s a sight Usopp could get used to, he still takes his time to smile at them.

When Usopp picks Sanji back up again, he smiles at him.

“I’m really proud of you.” He says and Sanji just grabs his pacifier as an answer, while Zoro is already on the wrong path walking in front of them.

Idiots.

*

“Oh my god,” Nami says, when she sees them. They are in the men’s room and before Usopp can stop her, she is already picking Zoro up. Sanji hastily hides behind Usopp’s legs.

The other strawhats had luckily already waited for them and Usopp filled them in on their little problem. Chopper is already looking through his books.

“Hello Nami,” Zoro says and he frowns a bit, when Nami puts him on her hip and boops his nose with her free hand. Usopp has to laugh at the swordsman’s face. He looks almost grumpy now.

“Please tell me you have a solution,” Usopp says and he puts his bag down. He needs some sleep, but he can’t just ignore this problem. He can’t wait for Chopper to find a solution for this.

“Yeah, wait a second. I wanna see my sweet little Sanji first,” Nami answers and because of her soft tone, Sanji actually looks up to her. He still seems way too shy, but Zoro just nods to him and Sanji makes two steps towards her.

“Hi, you look very beautiful,” Sanji chirps and Nami’s eyes actually tear up. She kneels down, Zoro still on her hip and puts her hand on Sanji’s cheek. Sanji smiles and doesn’t say anything else.

“Are you okay, Sanji?” Nami asks and Sanji nods. Zoro starts to wiggle in her arms and when she lets him down, Zoro takes Sanji’s hand, before they both start to toddle over to the bed they normally only use for emergencies.

Well maybe this is one.

“Can we read something, Usopp?” Sanji asks and bites nervously on his bottom lip. Usopp nods and then looks for something they could actually read. He does find the book of the Liar Noland and hopes that’s at least kinda child appropriate.

Usopp even helps them on the bed and pulls the blankets over them. Maybe they are still tired and will sleep some more.

“And we are sure those are Sanji and Zoro?” Nami asks when she watches them. Sanji awkwardly puts his head on Zoro’s shoulder and Zoro gives him his pacifier. Usopp laughs.

“You know how they say that only children and fools tell the truth? Maybe it’s like this. Zoro shows his feelings more openly now and Sanji is enjoying this,” Usopp explains and Nami nods.

“I thought I would never see the day those two are actually cuddling in bed together,” Nami whispers and Usopp nods along to her words. He is hoping Sanji won’t run, as soon as he is an adult again.

“So, you actually found something?” Usopp asks, when Chopper walks back in. Hopefully, the medication to fix this wouldn’t take very long to make. Chopper turns around and gets a book out of his bag and Usopp takes it.

“Yeah, I think I did,” Chopper says and Usopp reads over the article he points out. Usopp sighs. Nothing they could do. It should be gone on its own after 24 hours. At least that means he can actually go to sleep now.

“Okay, so we just sit it out? Great. You’re the best Chopper. I really need to get some shut eye.” Usopp says, ignoring how Chopper dances around at the compliment, and is already at the door, before he hears a tiny voice again.

“Usopp?”

Nami grins, when Usopp stops and turns back around. Zoro is still focused on the book, but Sanji is looking at him.

“Yes, Sanji?” Usopp asks and Chopper goes over to the bed as well. Sanji seems a bit embarrassed but then points at the bathroom door. Usopp groans, while Nami leaves them alone.

“We need to get ready for bed,” Sanji says and Usopp nods. He is right and they all know how much Sanji enjoys his hygiene. Luckily, with Chopper by his side, they manage to get both boys into the bed again in under ten minutes, even though Zoro complained about brushing his teeth.

Since Usopp has no real pajamas for them to wear, he puts them both in some of Sanji’s shirts, even though Sanji would for sure kill him for that later, but Zoro’s shirts are all dirty. Usopp shakes his head and then tucks them in again.

They look so small in the middle of the bed. Chopper is stroking Zoro’s hair again and the swordsman closes his eyes.

“Sleep well,” Chopper says and Usopp actually presses a kiss to Sanji’s forehead this time. Usopp nods to himself and then gets up, Chopper quietly follows him.

“Goodnight Sanji,” Zoro says, when Usopp and Chopper are leaving. Just as Usopp wants to turn off the lights, he sees how Zoro leans closer and kisses Sanji’s cheek.

“Love you,” Sanji mumbles half asleep, but Zoro smiles wider than Usopp has ever seen, before he cuddles back against Sanji. Usopp shakes his head, grinning.

*

It’s nearly noon and the boys are still sleeping. Maybe the curse was too much for them? Usopp has already checked more than three times on them, but they are both still alive. Still breathing. At least Chopper had said that, when he had checked too.

“How long?” Nami asks and Usopp checks his watch.

“Around ten minutes,” Usopp answers and he can’t help it, he is nervous. What if Sanji reacts badly? He is already imagining hearing some screaming from his room, but so far, there is nothing.

“Usopp!”

Oh yeah. That is definitely not the sweet baby cook anymore. Nami giggles into her mug and Usopp swallows dryly, when he hears Sanji’s steps coming up to the galley, where he and Nami are sitting.

“You okay?” Usopp asks, before Sanji can start yelling. Sanji is wearing dark pants and still the - now well fitting - shirt, but over that he wears another jacket. He looks very alarmed.

“Please tell me this was all just a joke and I did not just wake up in Zoro’ arms,” Sanji says and of course that is the moment when Zoro also enters the room. He is wearing his normal clothes again.

“It wasn’t a dream,” Zoro answers for Usopp and Sanji’s eyes widen almost comically.

“Zoro?” Sanji asks and turns back around to his swordsman. Nami shrugs, when Usopp looks at her. They both stay quiet, while Sanji and Zoro are staring at each other again.

“Did you… not mean it?” Zoro asks carefully and Usopp wishes he could leave, but the two are standing in front of the only exit. He doesn’t want to be here, when Sanji breaks Zoro’s heart again. Or they break his neck.

“I… of course I meant it,” Sanji whispers quietly and he seems so nervous, that he looks down and shrugs awkwardly. Sanji is afraid to get hurt, Usopp realizes. He isn’t ashamed of Zoro or his feelings for another man. He just doesn’t think Zoro feels the same.

“Good,” Zoro says and he takes the last three steps towards Sanji to hug him. Nami hides her squeal very badly, when Sanji presses himself even more against Zoro and Usopp huffs. Fucking finally.

“I love you too, Sanji. No matter when,” Zoro whispers, while he presses a kiss to Sanji’s hot cheek and Usopp is really relieved when the cook just nods and holds onto his swordsman.

He would still blackmail them with lots of stories.

*

The next weeks are much happier than Usopp can ever remember. Sanji and Zoro are still shy around each other, but it gets better. Usopp still tells everyone he meets their story just to embarrass Sanji and Zoro.

Until one day he searches for his slingshot and finally finds it in Sanji’s wardrobe. Usopp stops, when he sees the letter that’s laying on Sanji’s hammock. It’s obviously Zoro’s handwriting and Usopp knows he shouldn’t look. But it only says a few words anyway.

“I have loved you since forever.”

[quantumlocked310]

Bjørnekram

I’m a super newbie to the Vikings fandom (better late than never?), but I saw @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie​ post about writing fluffy Bjorn. And, like my Hvitserk fic, the idea wouldn’t leave my brain. This is my second published fic ever, so I hope it is enjoyable.

Warnings: Heavy petting, bear hugs, fluff, ignoring the entire Vikings plot

Crossposted on AO3

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When the envoy came, you didn’t think it would change your life. Your father and Ragnar had been close friends when you were young. At that time your family had lived in Kettegat, but when your grandfather died your father was called to return to the village so he could be Jarl. Now, Ragnar requests your father’s presence at the Solstice feast to talk about raiding together in the spring.

It has been a few years since you’d played with Ragnar’s sons, but hearing the envoy talk about Kattegat thrusts you back to your memories of running around the town square, playing hide and seek between buildings. Always trying to hide Ivar with you, or getting Ubbe to carry you on his back.

Of course your father accepts the summons of his oldest friend, and decides to bring you and your mother along, leaving your elder brother in charge of the village.

During the journey to Kattegat you thought about how you’d changed. You’re no longer a tiny child to be carried around. You’re a woman with wide hips, large breasts, and the larger squishy middle of a person who is well cared for, and has the luxury of being a Jarl’s daughter. Your mother always says your body is made for children, but you’re not so sure about that just yet. “I need a man for that first, Mother” you usually respond, but no one in your village has caught your eye or even tried to pursue you.

Your family’s arrival is a celebration. After the long journey all you wish to do is lay down on a bed of furs and sleep until the next full moon, but your mother’s look says your presence is necessary. There is food and mead, and you fill your belly sitting with the sons of Ragnar and hearing of their raiding adventures.

The boys have all changed too. Now they are handsome young men, with beards and longer hair than you remember. You’re next to Ubbe, and tug on his impressive beard saying “When did this come about, hmm?”

“Probably around when those did for you, love.” He cranes his head as if to look down your dress. Then winks and laughs nudging you with his shoulder.

You turn bright red and cross your arms, returning his nudge with a hearty shoulder shove of your own.

“We have all grown up in the years we’ve been gone, no?” A voice rumbles from your left.

You look over to see Bjorn has sat next to you. And he seems to have changed the most of them all. Even sitting he seems to tower over you, and his shoulders take up almost two spaces themselves. You nod over your cup of ale and giggle saying “Hello, Bjorn.”

His returning grin is playful as he responds “Hello, Y/N.” Your early time in Kattegat was spent while Bjorn was with his mother, but clearly he knows who you are. If you’d heard tales of Bjorn Ironside from his brothers, perhaps they were telling tales of you too.

Another guest captures his attention from across the table, and you’re all swept up in the feasting and conversation. Over the course of the night you get closer and closer to Bjorn and he takes the chance to wrap an arm around you, resting his hand on the bench. You’re wrapped in warmth and all you can smell is him. He smells soothing, like home fires, cooked meat and the mead you’ve been consuming. Soon your head is resting on his shoulder and you’re nearly falling asleep at the table. After a massive yawn you feel his chest shake with laughter as he says “Maybe I should take you to sleep, Y/N.”

You hum and close your eyes, burrowing further into his soft tunic. He laughs again and starts to move. Dislodging you a bit he climbs off the bench, but starts to anchor a hand around your hip. You realise he is meaning to carry you to bed. Your eyes shoot open and you start to protest.

“Bjorn, no. I am too heavy.” You say though he continues to scoop his other hand under your knees. “Nonsense.” Is all he says as he lifts and suddenly you are in the air. He stays still for a moment, and you wriggle a little then nestle your head under his chin and close your eyes again. No one has attempted to carry you for many years, and you don’t want to stare at him in awe the entire time he is holding you.

The walk to your room feels like seconds as you start to drift back to sleep feeling supported, wrapped in his scent and his arms. Between the long journey, delicious food, and copious amounts of mead and ale there was no way you could stay awake for any longer.

Bjorn sets you gently on your bed, but you whine as he pulls away. He huffs touching his forehead to yours, and covering you in furs. Before he leaves, you feel him press a gentle kiss to your head and his massive hand pushes a few strands of hair away from your face. “Sleep well, Y/N,” he whispers, and it is the last thing you hear before a deep sleep takes you.

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In the morning you are embarrassed at your behavior. Falling asleep at the table, and on Bjorn no less. You thought that would receive endless amounts of teasing from the brothers. At least he was sweet about it, and as you get ready for your day you touch your forehead remembering his gentle goodnight kiss.

When you arrive in the great hall there is only your mother and Aslaug who tells you, “The men have gone hunting.” You nod and sit at the table to eat your morning meal. The rest of your day is spent with your sewing tasks and learning about the village from Aslaug.

Close to dinner the great hall doors thrust open and your father and Ragnar burst in with their arms around each other laughing uproariously. Those who are in the Great Hall stand to greet them.

“We will have to hold another feast to eat the meat we’ve caught this day!” Ragnar shouts. “No, Brother! Food enough to salt and keep for raiding England!” Your father returns, rejoicing. They continue to the head of the table where your father presses a kiss to your mother’s brow. You smile gently at their affection, before letting out a horrific squeal!

“Y/N!” Bjorn bellows as he lifts you up and spins you around. “Come see what we have caught!” You can smell the ale on his breath. They must have been drinking while hunting.

He places you next to their palette of slaughtered animals. They’ve got rabbits and fish, but the most impressive is the large buck whose antlers reach out from under the smaller prey. You try to step closer, but don’t move an inch. Bjorn holds his hands fast around your middle and pulls you back just a little so your bodies are aligned. You stiffen slightly before turning to look up at the big man and see his incredible blue eyes inches from yours. Blushing, you nod just a little and turn to look back at their haul.

“A magnificent array indeed! We will have to celebrate.” You turn your head to look around the room and loudly suggest “Some mead for everyone, perhaps?”

“Mead!” All the men shout and the thralls pour in with jugs and cups, and soon another feast has begun.

You smile widely and tip your head up to look at Bjorn, your hands coming to rest over his and you squeeze just a little. “Mead?” you ask him, and he starts to lower his head. Your heart starts pounding, thinking perhaps we will kiss you in the middle of the newly crowded great hall.

But alas he only rests his forehead on yours, inhales,  and says “You smell like home,” so quietly you almost think he didn’t say it. He presses a quick kiss to your brow before tightening his arms and lifting you gently to the table where he sits and places you on his lap. Your heart is in your throat and you know your eyes are wide as saucers as you realise Bjorn has no intentions of letting you off him as you feast.

Hvitserk pushes a mug of mead toward you, and you’re grateful to try and hide your blushing cheeks behind it. You grab the nearest plate of meat and begin to eat. Meanwhile, oblivious to your pounding heart and warm core, the tale of the great hunt begins.

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As the evening winds down you start to move off of Bjorn, getting as far as moving your butt to the bench before he catches your knees and holds you to him. “And where are you going?” he asks.

“I wish to sleep, Bjorn” you sigh.

“Then I will take you.”

“May I walk on my own this time?”

He seems to think over your question, before staring you straight in the eye saying “No.”

You furrow your brow and stick out your lower lip, pouting.

“That trick won’t work on me, maiden.” He releases your knees to tap you on the nose, and you cross your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him. His laugh is deep and hearty, and your heart soars to hear it.

You can’t help but smile back, and he pulls you with him to stand from the bench. The table whoops and hollers at the two of you, his brothers the loudest of all. You wrap your arms around Bjorn’s significant shoulders as he adjusts his hold on you, fingers brushing your thighs and sides causing heat to rush through your body.

You’re both quiet on the way to your rooms, and his hands are so warm where they press as if branding your skin through your dress. It is hard to think of anything but how his body feels against yours and how you wish he had kissed you in the great hall.

When you get to your room, he doesn’t lay you on the bed as you expect. Instead, Bjorn wraps both arms around you and holds you so you are eye level. Both his hands are pressed tightly against your hips and butt, and he is just holding all of you. It feels special, like nothing you’d ever experienced before.

Slowly he lets you slide down his body, your eyes never breaking contact. As your toes touch the floor he leans down and presses his lips to yours. His lips are softer than you imagined and they feel so gentle. Slowly you press back against him, keeping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you.

His mouth opens against yours, and you nip at his bottom lip. He groans into your mouth and those massive hands travel across your body, one hand grabbing at your full bottom and the other taking a handful of your breast. Your fingers scratch against the soft shaven parts of his hair, and you moan into the kiss.

He bends his knees and lifts you up again. “Bjorn!” You exclaim as the kiss is broken. “Why in Odin’s name do you lift me so much?” He stares at you, eyebrows raised, while he just keeps you in the air, your legs wrapped around his hips. “Not... not that I am complaining. You’re so strong, but no one has lifted me since I was a child. And I didn’t think... well I didn’t think anyone could.”

He lays you gently on the bed and climbs in after you, all the while keeping you in his embrace. “You’re a beautiful woman, and I want you in my arms. Is that reason enough?”

You stare at him for some minutes, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, the strong arch of his brow, his patrician nose, the stubble forming on his cheeks. He lets you look your fill, as you feel his hands travel up your back and around your stomach, skimming your mound over your dress. You’re exploring him with your eyes, but he is worshiping you with his touch. You nod and kiss him again, taking the opportunity to press your body to his. He is scorching, pressed against every inch of you as the kissing continues.

His hands travel further across your body, lifting your dress and squeezing your bare ass. In return you reach to shove his tunic off. The next thing you know all your clothes are on the floor. His naked body feels soft against your chilled skin and the hair on his chest is pressed tight to your bare breasts. Your kisses are lazy, tongues dancing as you explore each other’s newly exposed skin.

After what feels like hours with his hands cradling your thighs and playing with your breasts you interrupt the kissing with a large yawn. Bjorn chuckles as he rubs his nose against yours.

“Sleep, maiden. I will make you scream my name tomorrow” he says quietly.

“I suppose that will have to do,” you reply, and push yourself up to blow out the candles next to the bed. He takes the opportunity to fondle your exposed breast, and you giggle dropping your body down to squash his hand between you. He hums, pressing a kiss to your temple and you kiss his chest, moving to tuck your head under his chin. You both settle together as he pulls out his trapped hand to pull you ever closer.

And that is how you fall asleep. With Bjorn’s heartbeat in your ear, wrapped in the warmth of this unexpected gift from the gods.

[fayemarvels]

My love, my soulmate

!Soulmate! Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Ever since Bucky escaped hydra, he didn't want to think about his soulmate. His tattoo was always taunting him and he taught he would end up alone. When she came into the tower, he couldn't stay away. something was pulling him to her. What is it?

word count : 1.5 k

warnings: none, bad writing ?

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Ever since he was a little boy, Bucky always dreamed of finding his soul mate. Many men and boys in the 40’s didn’t like the idea of soul mates because they didn’t want to be tied to one person for the rest of their life. Bucky wasn’t one of them. He loved the idea of soul mates.

He loved that there is a person somewhere in the world that was made to be his other half. While his boy classmates talked about how they didn’t want to meet their soul mates, Bucky was daydreaming about the moment he would meet his soul mate. But his dreams were crushed when he fell off the train.

When he finally got away from hydra, Bucky didn’t have much time to think about his soul mate. And to be honest, he didn’t want to think about them. He always taught that they died years ago and every time he taught about it, his heart would break a little.

His soul mate mark also didn’t help. He was sure the little sunflower on the inside of his palm was always taunting him and saying. “You will die alone. Haha!” He taught about covering it up but quickly changed his mind. This is the only thing he has of them! How could he even think about getting it removed? He always felt guilty.

He woke up at about 8 o’clock. He got out of bed, took a shower, and went down to the kitchen. When he arrived there, he noticed Tony and a young woman talking. The first thing he took notice of was her beautiful smile. He was sure it could light up the darkest room in the entire universe.

He shook his head and walked over to the coffee maker. When he turned around to sneakily look at her again, she and Tony were both gone. He sighed in disappointment and went to make himself some breakfast.

“Hello.” He turned around and his eyes widened. It was her, the mystery lady. She smiled at him and he smiled back.

“I’m (Y/N) we saw each other briefly in the kitchen this morning.” She spoke and his heart nearly burst out of his chest. What was wrong with him? Why was he like this?

“Hello, I’m Bucky. Pleasure to meet you. “ He offered to shake her hand and she took it. Her skin was really soft. He shook his head and smiled at her.

“I hope to get to know you better.” She grinned at him and he blushed. God, what was happening to him.

5 months later

“I told you, I don’t want to watch Harry Potter again!” she argued loudly while Bucky rolled his eyes. He couldn’t stand her sometimes. Not only was she insulting his favorite movies, but she was also laying in his place on the couch.

“You picked the movie like three times in a row!” He complained and she just smirked.

”It’s not my fault all things you pick are shit!” He laughed and flopped on top of her. She grunted when he landed and he smirked at her.

“You steal my spot, you are going to pay for it.” He threatened and started tickling her. She squealed and tried to get away from him. After a few minutes, he stopped to let her catch her breath.

“Name your price kind sir.” She teased and he taught about it for a minute.

“I want you to cuddle me the entire night.” He said and she rolled her eyes. It’s not like it wouldn’t happen anyway. He found a comfortable position and made grabby hands at her. She shook her head in disbelieve and crawled closer to him. He pulled her into his lap and she smiled softly.

“I still want to watch Harry Potter.” She groaned and he just laughed.

They were about three movies in when he realized that she was already sleeping. He decided to be a good friend and take her into her bed instead of leaving her to sleep on the uncomfortable couch. He picked her up bridal style but froze when she moved a little in her sleep.

She moved around a bit but what really took him by surprise was her nuzzling into his neck. He smiled at her and took her into her bedroom. He decided to take off her sweatpants and get her under the covers. He looked at her wrist and realized she had a bunch of metal bracelets. He took them off one by one.

Then, he saw it. A little sunflower tattoo on the inside of her wrist. The same as his one. He looked at her in disbelieve and decided to talk to her about it in the morning.

He couldn’t sleep that night. The only thing he could think about was her. She was his soul mate. He had his soul mate close to him this entire time. He closed his eyes and let sleep take over him.

He jumped out of the bed in the morning and ran straight into her room. She wasn’t there but he could hear her shower running. He decided to wait for her. First, he walked to the bathroom door and knocked loudly.

“Hey, doll. I’m here just wanted to let you know so you wouldn’t walk out naked.” He informed her and she gave him a response. When she walked out of the bathroom in about 15 minutes, Bucky was laying on her bed with his back to the door.

“So, why are you here so early?” she asked and he turned around. She looked so beautiful. Wrapped up in a fluffy green bathrobe, looking like a goddess. He gulped nervously and sat up with his back to her headboard.

“I saw something yesterday and wanted to ask you about it.” She looked at him puzzled and he continued.

“Your soul mate tattoo. I didn’t look at it on purpose I just wanted to get you comfortable for the night.” He explained himself quickly and she shushed him. She stretched her hand towards him and he took it slowly in his own. He ran his fingers over the tattoo and smiled absentmindedly.

“What’s so funny hmm?” she questioned and he took a deep breath. It’s now or never.

“I want to show you my tattoo but please, just … don’t freak out.” He pulled his sleeve to his elbow and turned his wrist towards her. All of her movement froze and Bucky’s heart stopped. 'She’s disappointed it’s me.' He taught to himself and he looked to the ground.

She put her fingers on his chin and turned his head to look at her. When he looked at her face he could see tears streaming down her face. He panicked and stood up but she just shook her head and made him sit back down on her bed.

“I can’t believe it’s you.” She whispered to him and sat on his lap. He looked at her confused and she continued.

“I’ve had the biggest crush on you ever since I saw you in the kitchen the first day I came here.” She confessed and looked at the ground embarrassed. He took her jaw in his hand and made her look at him.

“I’ve had the biggest crush on you too. For such a long time.” He confessed. They looked at each other for a few moments before he saw her looking at his lips. She looked back into his eyes and asked quietly.

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?” He only nodded his head and she leaned in slowly. She leaned in and stopped about a centimeter away from his lips. She wanted him to make the final move. She wanted him to be comfortable.

He leaned in all the way and locked his lips with her. They pulled away breathless and Bucky put his face into her neck shyly. She squeezed his shoulders and he put a kiss on her neck.

“I am so happy.” He said and (Y/N) recognized the slight crack in his voice. She pulled away from him slightly and looked at his face.

“Why are you crying bubby?” she asked and he shook his head. She looked at him with worry in her eyes and he sat up straight.

“I am really, really happy. You make me so happy.” She planted a kiss on his forehead and he smiled widely. They moved from their position to snuggle up in her bed. After a few minutes he giggled loudly and she looked at him confused.

“What’s so funny bub?” he looked at her and said lovingly.

”You called me bubby and bub and I really like it.” He rambled and she put a finger on his lips.

“Bubby, let’s go get some breakfast ok? I’m really starving.” He nodded and stood up from her bed. He walked to her closet and took one of her big hoodies and put it on him. She watched him from her spot and couldn’t stop smiling. He looked back at her, offered her his hand, and pulled her up.

They started to walk into the kitchen. He stopped walking and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I can’t believe I found you. I wanted this my whole life” he blurt out.

They finally found each other and they couldn’t be happier.

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- Faye