#i don't know whether to be relieved or terrified

[notmoreflippingelves]

So apparently, there is a second Sofia the First spinoff in the works right now. And so while this is still admittedly hardly the ideal time for me to get unnaturally and unhealthy invested in the Ever Realm Cinematic Universe (and especially in Elena of Avalor) , it's also not hypothetically the worst time for me to get invested in it either.

[adastra121]

Touchstarved Vere x Reader headcanons:

Vere eventually learns your heartbeat to the point where he can easily recognize it in a crowded room. He can pick up on slight changes, hear when you’re feeling happy, nervous, angry, etc.

Really, he can listen for changes in anyone’s heartbeat (it comes in handy for parsing out whether someone's lying) but as you two grow closer, he finds himself subconsciously tuning in on yours whenever you’re together. Wherever you are.

In the crowded Amaryllis District, in the raucous Wet Wick. When you two are alone and everything’s quiet save for the light scratching of his charcoal on paper, he finds himself just…listening to the soft rhythm of your heart.

He focuses on your heartbeat on bad days when he feels more easily overstimulated by the endless racket around him.

The sound of your heart beating becomes comforting to him. Grounding.

Vere also grows familiar with your scent, the way it changes ever so subtly with your emotions. When he smells the sour scent of your fear, that’s his cue to be on guard. Whatever instilled that fear in you will find no mercy from his fangs.

Also this means he 100% knows when you’re having horny thoughts about him.

"Oh? Really, darling? Now?" His teasing comment comes out of nowhere as you get lost in thought. It takes you a moment to realize what he's talking about but when you do…well, I guess it depends on how shameless you are. XD

He gets almost unbearably smug about it, lips pulled into a sultry smile, eyes shamelessly roving over your body, dropping unsubtle innuendoes no matter where you two are — actually, the whole thing is rather unsubtle. You might get a dirty look from Mhin.

He has a sensitive nose, so he can get headaches from very strong scents. He is quietly touched if you make efforts to avoid any scents that are too overwhelming for him, like changing your soaps and perfumes to something he can better tolerate or even foregoing it whenever you decide to spend a day together.

Vere knows what your blood smells like. It's intoxicating to him (this bitch has a blood kink, I just know it) and makes for some fun in the bedroom if you're into that sort of thing but on the flip side…

It's fucking terrifying when he's on a Soulless hunt and he catches it.

The sharp scent of your blood.

And he's made to instill fear in the living, but as soon as he smells it — the scent of your spilled blood, too fresh and too close to where he is tracking down Soulless — for the first time in centuries…Vere freezes during a hunt.

His fear doesn't paralyze him for long. He is a hunter, after all. He kills the Soulless he is ordered to with a frantic and desperate kind of viciousness — he doesn't even toy with his prey as he usually does, he is messy and violent, a living, breathing massacre with the singular goal of finding you.

The scent of blood and gore clings to him and still, yours is sharper than the rest, because all of his senses, every part of him, just instinctively hones in on you, automatically seeking you out as naturally as breathing.

You're fine, by the way. You're alive. You just got a little nicked, but with Kuras's help, you're looking at a speedy recovery. And Vere, begrudgingly, does feel the slightest bit of gratitude toward the doctor for it.

Vere doesn't tell you how relieved he is (the most honest man you'll meet if you don't listen to a word he says). But he does get more affectionate than usual. You have more cuddle sessions with his face just buried in your neck, his whole tail wrapped around you like another hug. You're not really sure why he stays like that for several minutes at a time. You figure it's a fox thing. Or maybe a uniquely Vere thing.

(Vere likes your neck, you're very warm and your scent is stronger there. It's comforting. And he can feel and hear your pulse underneath him, it's soothing to him.)

[johnwickb1tsch]

I headcanon that John would have been a favorite amongst the girls in Tarasov's organization precisely because he wasn't a creep. The quiet, dark-eyed tower behind Tarasov, the babayaga bodyguard. He's such a gentleman in the movies. He's so careful not to shoot up any of the collateral women on his rampages. Your heel goes sideways on the stairs in the Red Circle? He's gonna catch you. The other toughs trying to get a blowjob just because they're big and mean? Not while John is around. He would have a reputation, and it would almost become a game, even for Tarasov. Sitting in the club, the boss would send over a pretty girl to sit in John's lap, whether the bodyguard made of stone is in the mood of not.

Maybe you're new to the club scene, you don't have papers yet and you pretty much have to do anything you're told. You don't know about John Wick's rep, just that he's handsome and a little terrifying. When Viggo is deep into a bottle of vodka and he orders you to make his associate a happy man, you make your way on reluctant feet towards the tall, hawk-eyed member of the entourage.

"It's ok," he tells you quietly as you drape yourself across his lap. His legs are a mile long, there's plenty of real estate, and for once you find that you don't really mind this assignment. "Just relax." Maybe he senses the nervous tension in your bones. It's not because you're unhappy with your current position. Almost absently, like stroking a cat, his fingertips occasionally caress your spine.

You hope you don't ruin his beautiful suit; you cannot help the moisture that builds between your thighs. You try crossing your legs to relieve the tension.

It doesn't work.

Some of the other girls are already choking on cock under the table with their partners for the evening, but John ignores them, watching the teeming crowd of the club, making no demands of you except the light touch of his large hand spanning the small of your back.

He gets a phonecall, a terse three sentence conversation, and you sense the change in him. Suddenly he is strung taut as a bow, ready to fire.

"Sorry, dietka, I have to go," he whispers in your ear, and amazingly you are so disappointed.

"Will you come see me sometime?" you ask as reluctantly you stand from his throne of a lap.

He kisses your knuckles, but doesn't say a thing. Then he disappears into the crowd, and longingly you look after the place where he'd just been.

For the first time ever, you regret not having got the chance to have a certain dick in your mouth. You're certain it would have been a thing of beauty.

[carolmunson]

love language three

sick fic. eddie cares for you. love language set list

the groan. you don’t make it often. a groan that’s so sweet sounding to him it might as well be a whine. heat on your cheeks -- you shake under the covers like a terrified child, trembling. his caress is cool water on your warm face. his smile, on the other hand, makes you pout.

“i know, but we gotta break that fever somehow,” he murmurs, running a soaked and freezer’d face cloth over your forehead. and there it was — the groan.

“poor baby,” he pouts back at you, hand coming up to feel your neck and chest, “you’ve been burnin’ up all afternoon.” he likes it when you’re sick, all hacking coughs and puke buckets, all monster and mouse in one. always so sweet for him, but always so mean at first. sweet and sour. pouty and tired. just a little needy for a change. that was what he liked the most, that part — the groan.

“what do you need, huh?” he asks, “what's wrong?”

"everything hurts," you say with a scrunch of your face, he sees your figure tense and relax under the blankets he's had you tucked under all morning, "i think i'm gonna go stand in the shower."

when you get up he reaches out to you, supporting your weight while you shuffle out of the bedroom. soft whispers of 'i got you, honey' and 'its okay, i know' when your body shakes from the change in temperature and a soft whimper escapes your mouth. if you weren't so sick he'd kiss you all over. "you want me to get in with you?" he asks, "just hold you a little?" you shake your head no, "you won't like it." "oh, are you taking a hell shower?" he asks unamused, and even in your state you manage a lazy giggle, he melts, "that can't be good for your skin." he turns the water on for you, making a face when you encourage him to twist the knob further towards the faded 'H' on the whethered and stained hardware, "it doesn't have to be good for my skin, it just feels good." he watches you shiver and frowns, helping you undress and keeping you warm while the water heats up to scalding. maybe you can singe all the pain away. eddie wouldn't know, he doesn't understand how you can stand in water that would turn his skin as red as the les paul hanging on the wall in your bedroom. you step in and he sits on the toilet seat, savoring the sound of your relieved sigh as you let the water soothe your aching joints. "hm," he hears come from behind the curtain. sweet like honey. "that feel nice?" he asks softly. your quiet 'mhm' soothes him the way the water soothes you. he gets up as the steam starts to billow out from the shower, frizzing his hair. he peaks in, seeing your resting your head on the plastic tile, eyes closed and peaceful, "don't fall asleep in there, baby," he chuckles. "hm," you reply, a small smile tugging at your lips, the first sense of relief you've felt all day. "gonna order you something to eat, okay?" he asks, "want somethin' spicy to clear out your nose?" you nod, eyes still shut, breath steadying. when you finally get out of the shower, you see a set of his clothes on the sink. his big sweatpants and old megadeath t-shirt that you claimed as yours years ago. the water helped some to ease the pain in your joints, but not enough to save you from the temperature change and the left over ache. you groan. "you okay?" he asks, "need some help?" "no thank you," you say -- so quiet and stuffy. you cough hard enough behind the door that he winces. when you emerge, you're still all hot cheeks and grumpy features. "got you some hot and sour soup," he smiles, you smile back weakly. your stomach lurches at the though of food, but you know you have to eat something. you can't survive solely off mucus. you sit back on the bed with your eyes closed while he covers your legs with the blankets again, your soup sitting on a tray close by. "you gotta eat, honey," he says gently. cool water hands on your hot wet skin while he checks your temperature again. your brows furrow, eyes still closed, you groan. you know there's a winning smile of his behind your eyelids, but you can't find the energy to open them and look. you hear him maneuver onto the bed, the clink of the cutlery while he picks up a spoon. "open," he says. you giggle half heartedly. "you gonna spoon feed me?" you ask, scratchy and followed by a painful cough. "i am," he chuckles, "open." you do, the warm broth and spice hiyting your tongue in a way that feels as good as the shower. your head rolls to relieve the tension in your neck before you take the second spoon full. "hm," you hum with heavy lids while you finally look at him. a sleepy thank you. "hm," he replies, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. a caring your welcome. when you're done eating he brings you some cold medicine and some water, watching you settle back down into bed. both of you hoping you'll wake up drenched in sweat the next morning.

[sugoi-writes]

Scream Machine - Part 3 (An Alastor x Reader fanfic)

A/N: Sorry for the delay on this part! I was really tossed up on whether or not to have smut in this part... I decided no smut on this part. Can't rush to the good part! The next should be VERY very steamy, though! This is a strictly - plot heavy part. Haha

No major warnings! Please enjoy!

True to his word, Alastor had sent help your way. A chaste knock came to your door, and you opened it to a small horde of black and white minions, inky and oblong. The stitches that held their forms together were groteque, hardly holding the poor bastards together as you saw frays and tears... It appeared these were sinners bound to Alastor's whim. And Alastor seems to work them nearly to their second deaths. You shuddered but gave them a courteous smile as you allowed the entities inside. Wordlessly, they started to collect your belongings, you having neatly prepared them.

" I uhh-- I have a cab? I don't know if y'all can understand me, but we can load everything up when it gets here--" You jumped as a static, shrill sound erupted from behind you, followed by a low, monotone hum. The sound reminded you of a lightsaber, making you hopeful that this was something benevolent (silly, maybe, but a sinner could dream). Slowly, you turn towards the sound, only to be met by a gold-rimmed portal. Your eyes were wide with disbelief, as the ominous steps of the Hazbin Hotel looked back at you from the other side.

"Oh-- well, I guess-- I guess this is fine?" You were a little nervous, unsure if this portal was Alastor's doing, or someone else's. The gold immediately made you think of the Morningstars, but you weren't sure if that should be comforting or terrifying. Continuing in silence, Alastor's henchman began heaving your things through the portal. You were relieved, mentally… Had you had all of your belongings from Earth, this process would have taken MUCH longer; especially if you were by yourself. You helped with the little bits that were left over, stepping cautiously through the portal with your final piece of luggage. Once you set yourself on the steps of the hotel, the golden portal closed behind you. You swallowed hoarsely, nerves wavering as you started to ascend. Was this truly a good idea? And was your decision... rushed?

The money? A heavenly perk. A free place to live, with free amenities and services? Excellent! But… the man holding the other end of the chain… Alastor. That was the only catch to this whole arrangement...

How would he treat this situation, based off of your tryst in the alleyway, just hours before? Should you pretend that it never happened? Should you be expecting more of the 'unexpected' from him? Should you have so hastily agreed to come to this place?

Your mind was racing with possibilities and dismay as the doors to the hotel slammed open. You narrowly missed the golden bellhop's cart as it came barreling down the stairs, carrying two riled up passengers. Once at rock bottom, you saw a tall, vivacious spider demon and a petite, spunky cyclops demon. As both dusted themselves off, they laughed breathlessly, wiping tears from their eyes.

"Fuck, you should've-- you should've seen the look on your face, Ange!" came the smaller one, one that you had realized to be upcoming heavy-hitter: Cherry Bomb. Her partner in crime elbowed her playfully, adjusting his clothes and hair," Watch it, sugar tits! Your heart almost fell right outta your ass when we ran over--"

And suddenly, the pair had noticed you, shakily picking yourself up as you groaned. Angel fretted, his hands fanning the air frivolously before coming to your side," Shit-- sorry, sweetheart. Here-- I gotcha." You nodded, taking the help as you were hoisted to your feet. Cherry seemed practically unphased, looking to her nails before back at you," You alright, squirt?"

You felt your face heat up, convinced that you were most likely older than she was," I-I'm fine, thanks… I assume you two are here for me?" Angel laughs, patting you on the back," Yeaaaaaah, sorry 'bout that. We got told by Boss Lady that we had a sudden new recruit. Welcome aboard, toots." Uncharacteristically, the spider demon extends a hand towards you, winking," 'names Angel. I'm assuming you've got one?" You took his hand, a gesture that made your confidence come back, smiling broadly as you shook it. After all you heard about this pornstar, he was… surprisingly courteous? Not that pornstars tended to be assholes, but you hadn't expected to be welcomed to a place in Hell so… normally? Warmly?

Angel repeats the name back to you once you say it, nodding resolutely," The babe back there is my friend, Cherry. We'll help you get your bags upstairs and to your room." You bow your head towards the two, grateful that it wouldn't just be you and the wordless lackies," Thank you. 'Much appreciated. And, good to meet you. I've got to admit, you're the nicest people I've met here so far… This hotel must really be something." Angel cackles, the slap to your back stinging sharply as Cherry laughs right along with him.

" Oh shit-- if you think we're nice, wait until you meet The Pants. She's like-- like THE Disney princess!" Cherry nods hastily, adding," Right? Practically a nut case from how nice she is… But hey: she'll keep a good eye out for ya. I should know." You get the sense that Cherry would have winked, but that would prove difficult for her. You snorted, trying not to laugh at the blatant joke.

"Gotcha, gotcha… good to know that the rumors about her are true…" You followed the pair up the full flight of stairs, a more eager pep in you step as you took in the interior of the lobby. Your eyes blew widely as you took in the extravagant decor, blinking as the lights of the elegant chandelier twinkled in your eyes. So, this would be your new home? It was certainly lavish… something you were a-okay with. You soon took note of the bar, nodding towards it," Y'all have a bar? Nice! I'll have to get a drink soon--"

The anthropomorphic cat demon, the barkeep, made you take pause, causing you to squint," Wait-- Husk? Oh, Husk! You were the Bari-sax, right? I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to thank you for having me in your ensemble tonight!"

You started to make your way over towards the feline demon, his eyes momentarily coming up to look to you. He nodded towards you, tilting his head shortly after," Yeah, you're that kid from the speakeasy, right?" …why must everyone refer to you as a child? You mental strife was cut short by the seemingly nonchalant bartender.

"You' here for this redemption-shenanigans, too?" he drawled, leaning on the countertop as he nursed a half empty bottle of spirits. You winced, eyelid twitching," Actually, uhh… I guess I work here, now? I was hired on for entertainment, so I guess we'll be seeing each other around more." Husk's ears pinned back, eyes widening as his voice dropped impossibly low," …please tell me you were hired by Charlie. Charlie's lady friend?" Before you could speak, a familiar shadow figure appeared to your right.

"Actually, I had scouted this darling jazz player myself!" Your shoulders tensed as Alastor rested a hand there, your face instantly becoming heated from the touch.

" Husker! Surely you've met my new friend here, hmm?" Husk's eyes sharpen, a clear sadness written across his face," Not much yet, nah… I should've guessed you'd've gotten to them first," he nearly spat, disappointment flashing your way. You had little room for rebuttal as Alastor's grin grew larger, leaning in towards the two of you. The Radio Demon was positively teeming with excited, demented energy. For now, he decided to let Husk's tone go, turning his attention back towards you. Husk did not miss the wicked glint in his owner's eyes, warning him gravely about his misstep silently.

"Dear, was your trip over quite alright? Let me tell you, getting the King of Hell to conjure that portal was no easy feat~" Angel Dust and Cherry looked to one another as Alastor rambled, sending you a questioning look before they continued their way down the hall. Presumably, they were heading towards your room. You didn't mind, waving them goodbye silently as they continued. Not wanting to get off to a rocky start, you refocused your attention to the curious Radio Demon.

"It was helpful, thank you. Moving was a piece of cake. Are uhh-- are your little guys alright? That was a lot of stuff to move--" Alastor pulls you into his side, his arm looped around your shoulder. You blinked, and the henchman all vaporized, disappearing," NONSENSE, dear! They've been subjected to much worse horrors than that, I can assure you! Don't worry your pretty little head about such menial things~" You were given an uncharacteristically warm pat on the head… again, like a child. A part of your felt a tinge of disappointment, worried that the alleyway must have really been a one-off situation.

"R-Right… well, thank you, nonetheless. I assume that I should follow those two to find my room? And tour will come once I'm settled in?" Husk rolled his eyes as Alastor laughed, his frequency filled with the delight of a live studio audience," Heavens, no! We must show you around the rest of the hotel first! After all, we wouldn't want you stuck in you room all night with no idea where to go!" You felt Alastor nudge you with his cane, ushering you to walk with him as he began your tour. Husk couldn't help the look of worry he sent your way, as you waved to him apologetically. Surely, you'd have plenty of time to catch up with him later, right? …Right?

---

Twenty minutes had passed, before Charlie and Vaggie came through the front doors, carrying groceries and other items for this evening's dinner," Oh, shit!!! That took so much longer than I thought! They should be here by now!" Charlie panicked, running a pale hand through her long locks.

Vaggie looks towards the bar to the snoozing feline, knocking on the counter aggressively," Hey!! Did you see the new sinner come in recently?" Husk woke up with a start, nearly knocking an empty bottle off the counter," Uhhgh… yeah, I did. You can thank Alastor for the 'grand tour'… he's already makin' off with them down the hall…" Vaggie seemed to become nervous, trudging towards the direction you were last seen. Charlie is quick to stop her, holding her firmly by the shoulders.

"Babe, we need to find the newcomer. There's no telling what sort of bullshit and terror he's showing them right now. What if he tries roping them into some twisted deal--???"

"Relax, Vaggie! This is one of the first times he's taken an interest in helping one-on-one! Plus, he was the one that recruited them! This is a good step in the right direction for him!" Chalie proudly brings a hand to her heart, sighing dreamily as she looks down the hallway," The hotel may finally be growing on him… He hasn't given a tour since Dad came to the Hotel. Surely this is a good thing! We have to trust that Alastor will show and tell them all the nice, important things! And we can always go find them later, when dinner is ready. And be supportive, if they have a lot of questions."

Vaggie, ever a softy for her love, becomes smitten by her positivity. She takes her hand chastely in her own, nodding," Alright… in that case, let's at least be sure that dinner is perfect. Just in case."

Charlie's eyes well up with exaggerated, animated tears, as if she were fresh from a Ghibli film. Soon after, the lovers leave together to tend to the dinner prep, as Husk returns his throbbing head to the countertop.

--

By this point, you had been to most every floor but your own, assuming that Alastor's abode wouldn't be too far behind. You look Alastor's way, scratching the back of your neck," Sooo… This is… This is a really nice place. Thank you for having me here and paying me… and all." Alastor tilts his head, quirking a thin brow your way," Oh, don't thank me just yet! You will still have to earn your keep, after all!" You huff, a bit of the nervous energy rolling off your chest. If it came down to blowing the house down, you were confident you could do that," Of course… wouldn't want it any other way."

As the two of you rounded the corner, you were met with a long, expansive corridor. On either end, there sat two opposing rooms: one door was made from a heavy metal, with an "On Air" sign hovering just above. You assumed this to be Alastor's room. At the other end, you saw a finely carved mahogany door, adorned with ornate flourishes of red and gold. Surely, Lucifer's. You looked back towards Alastor, laughing nervously," Aha… I guess you two must be close, huh? You and the Big-Man-Downstairs…?" Somehow, you thought that the Radio Demon being buddy-buddy with Lucifer would be troubling. Say or do one wrong thing, and you'd have the full wrath of the nine hells down your gullet. Alastor scowls, shaking his head despite his wide, misleading smile.

"Oh, Hells no! We couldn't be more opposed, I'm afraid. However, we agree in one front, and one alone." He looks towards you, a somewhat proud look in his eye," This hotel; his Hazbin Hotel that Ms. Charlie has spawned. Though I believe the path to redemption to be a perilous one, IMPOSSIBLE at best… She has very fascinating ideas. Ideas that keep me entertained, and her father proud... ideas that we can't help but want to make happen." Alastor looks towards his studio," And, one that we all seem to gain from, all the same. So... we have a sort of ceasefire in place, in the meantime." He offers you an arm, brows raising earnestly.

"But, before I get too carried away… shall I show you to your quarters?" You blink in surprise, looking around," Am… am I on this floor, too?" Alastor's grin is telling, mischievous and wide. "You did request to have your room close to mine, did you not?" You felt your heart squeeze at the realization. Maybe he did take you, and what the two of you did earlier, seriously. You decided to take his arm, allowing him to walk you towards his end of the hallway," Well, I appreciate you taking that into account. I hope you didn't have to pull too many strings to make that happen." Alastor chuckles, rolling his eyes.

"Oh hardly; it was easy enough! But I did pull a leg or two. Lucifer's, specifically. You would be surprised how easy it is to trip the King of the Hells down a flight of stairs~" Your eyes widened, your face aghast," I-Is he alright?"

Alastor's laugh nearly makes him double over, free hand clutching his sides," Oh, you sweet, precious thing! Lucifer has wings… he only tumbled down the first 5 steps~" You smiled genuinely as Alastor put himself into stitches at his own childish behavior," Oh, but the goose egg that swelled on his head! Now THAT was priceless! Classic entertainment!"

You wiggled your brows up at him, waving to get his attention," You know, make him fall down an extra 661 steps… and I hear he'd end up in DOUBLE hell…"

The two of you looked at each other silently for a moment, before laughing in unison. Alastor was quick to squeeze you closer to him, making your heart flutter in your chest. You had found yourself clever. Alastor simply found Lucifer's pain and bodily torment hilarious.

"Now see, I KNEW you'd be the PERFECT addition to this hotel! I hadn't known you took up comedy, too!" You feel your cheeks heat up at the compliments and goading, your head feeling light as you both finally appeared before your new room. You tried brushing his comments off, but they made your heart flutter all the same...

Just as you were going to reach for the knob, Alastor released your arm, allowing you to take the initiative. Once you had opened the door, you were surprised to see everything already inside, your room lightly furnished," Wow… Angel and Cherry work fast. Either that, or time flies when you're having fun." You look back towards Alastor again, spinning to face him fully.

"I just-- Thank you again for the opportunity, and the tour. I really appreciate everything you've done to get me here." Alastor's smile seems to soften a touch, eyes lidding," Don't fret, dear. Anyone who is a friend of mine is a friend to this hotel. You would have been welcome here, regardless of our little arrangement." Your eyes widened at that, your head tilting," Despite… our arrangement?" Alastor nods, gesturing towards your door. The word 'friend' was most definitely used, but you had yearned for something more... endearing. Your slight disappointment was cut off as Alastor spoke once more.

"Before I leave you to your bidding… may I enter? I'd like to further discuss what we agreed upon." You felt your heartbeat quicken, your palms becoming sweaty as you hesitated. Oh boy… here comes the business; the transactional part of things. And oddly enough, you felt a familiar heat travel south... the two of you, secluded and alone? This could become interesting for both of you...

"O-Of course… come on in." You stepped away from the door, allowing your newfound patron to enter to your room. You didn't even notice his shadow slinking up the door, locking it from the inside.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Wouldn't it be twisted if, even after Yubei is born, Macaque still didn't realize the reasoning he lost his eye was because he himself had been a threat to his mate's unborn child until they were in the Scroll of Memory? If he still felt some resentment towards Wukong for that and wad jsut willing to put it aside for the sake of the cub up until he and MK see the battle where Macaque lost his eye, and with rage and anger clouding his senses, Macaque could clearly see how Wukong was trying to tell him something and remained on the defensive until Macaque's younger self made a move towards Wukong's stomach? If he only just then noticed the fact there was a baby bump on Wukong even back then and how Wukong's pilgrim brithers tried several times to step in only to be pushed back by either an angered Mac or Wukong himself (because as far as Wukong is concerned this is a private matter between Him and His Mate and also said mate is his equal in battle and pissed off so please just STAY BACK WHERE YOU CAN'T GET HURT YA IDIOTS!!)

I feel like it would be the point where Macaque really has it sink in that; "Oh gods, he was terrified of me in that moment." Since after a point, he knows Wukong has been pregnant since the start of the Journey through Wukong himself and/or MK.

Cus whilst him and Wukong are sorta back together, they still have "hey remember when you took my eye?" "remember when you tried to kill my master?"-type arguments. To the point that Macaque was relieved that Wukong had "only" gotten himself trapped in an artifact and not walked out on him and had taken the baby with him.

And when he and MK stumble across a fight that he really didn't want the kid seeing? Mac pauses.

Mac sees how his cudgel nearly struck Wukong's stomach.

He sees how his King's eyes flash with rage and how he instinctually slashed Macaque across the right side of his face to disorrient him.

Mac sees how his younger self's vision blurrs with blood and hate and how he ignored a plea from the King that his many ears failed to hear;

"Plums, please! I'm-"

The scene flashes back to the beginning just before they see Wukong move to swing the Ruyi Jingu Bang towards Macaque's frenzied strike.

Macaque in the present day falls to his knees. He watches the scene replay multiple times before MK shakes him from his catatonia. All he can feel around him is the wind of that final encounter.

MK: "...Thats what happened between you two, right? Not just under mountain." Macaque: "Yeah." MK: "You really didn't know at the time, did you?" Macaque: "I should have. If I had just... listened." MK: *conflicted cus he's wanting to comfort Mac, but still needs to find Wukong* *kneels down to join Mac on the ground* MK: "Well, you can start by maybe hearing the Monkey King out a little more on stuff. Stuff you guys fight about." Macaque, wincing: "You know about the fight?" MK: "He was telling me about it while we were cleaning. Before we... found the Scroll... You really think I can't handle what life is gonna throw at me?" Macaque: "I... I don't want you to make the same mistakes I've made. You saw what that leads to." MK: "I'm gonna make mistakes. No matter how well you guys prepare me for it. I'm gonna run into stuff I'l never see coming. I definitely didn't expect a magic scroll to eat my family, or expect a Lion dude you guys used to know taking over the universe... but I know we can fix it together. We just need to believe we can." Macaque: "Just a smidge, right?" MK, smiling wide: "Yeah. Just a smidge." *they share a fatherly-son-like hug* MK: "Now lets go find our King." Macaque: "Agreed."

This is about the point in their wander that they find memories relating to Wukong's relationships after the Journey. How he mourned for centuries under all those friends he held dear.

And how he had to make a hard decision on whether or not to keep a certain brown-furred monkey cub...

[judgementdaysunshine]

From this prompt list,

Can I have prompt 16 with Rhea? Please and thank you my sunshine 💘

Absolutely my sugar plum!

Not ever

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader

Description: You're afraid of Rhea leaving you after losing your big match against Iyo Sky

You felt terrified as you walked backstage towards the Judgement Day locker room after your match against Iyo Sky hesitating to open the door as you stop an inch away from the door. This match was big for you ensuring a spot to be considered for Payback in two months which would be a big moment for you in your career especially since you've turned heel earlier this year, you walk in holding your head down ashamed of yourself even though you had the win had it not been for Bayley interfering and iyo managing to reverse your pin ensuring she won with help leaving you frustrated and overwhelmed with anxiety of losing everything you had worked for this whole year trying to keep the tears from pouring as you walk in the bathroom and shower not able to hold your emotions in anymore as you quietly sob hoping none of them would hear but that thought disappears when you turn to see the shower curtain moved open seeing Rhea in her normal clothes. "Baby, don't be hard on yourself you were gonna win and they took it from you" she turns the water off taking time to dry you off before wrapping you in the towel and holding you in her arms "I know I messed up...just go ahead and leave me kick me out I know that's what will happen" she looks at you confused and a bit stunned as more tears flowed down your face "Where's all this coming from possum?" your heart melts at the term of endearment as your anxiety takes it's tight hold "I messed up, I don't have a belt or title...I'm not enough to be a part of this faction or family...I know you're mad" she holds your face in her hands "Sweetie, you are always enough for this family and the group we all have bad matches sometimes" you put one of rhea's shirts and a pair of shorts on as you shake with quiet cries hurting rhea's heart "You've worked hard nonstop you need a break, your our family and whether you win or lose a match your still family" she wipes tears as she places a kiss on your forehead "I'm not leaving you, not now not ever and all of us are always by your side because that's what family does, I love you babe". You lay your head in the crook of her neck quietly crying until you couldn't anymore splashing water on your face and calming down thanks to rhea before walking back out finding the boys standing in the locker room worried instantly smiling and relieved when they see you all of them hugging you tightly and the five of you interlocking pinkies as part of the family promise you all made together before all of you left for dinner and to rest feeling exhausted from the match and your emotions draining you but you know that despite the devastating loss you still had the love of your life and your family no matter what making you feel enough and human.

[rd0265667]

Wonyoung x Reader: Back to you

Pt 2 of Tonight

Part 3a~Part 3b

Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon@justme-idle

"Wony, we need to talk." You whispered, talking to the exhausted girl laying on your chest

"Can we do it another time? I'm beat." Wonyoung barely muttered out, her head thudding onto you as you sighed, lightly patting Wonyoung on her back as you felt her breath slow to a steady pace

It's been 3 weeks since you came back to Wonyoung, 3 weeks since you decided to stay for one more night. One night turned to another, then for the week, then 3 weeks. Wonyoung was an addiction, except this addiction didn't hurt you, instead, it jeopardised Wonyoung's career. You always told yourself that it was only for one more night, one more night couldn't hurt, because the moment you looked into Wonyoung's eyes, when she asks you to stay, that she needed you, how could you say no? So here you were, holding Korea's granddaughter as she found solace in your warmth.

Wonyoung was wide awake of course. She was used to long hours of shoots and interviews, but she was always energised by seeing you. This time was different though. Wonyoung knew what you wanted to talk about, and she hated it. Despised it with her entire being, but above all, Wonyoung was afraid. Wonyoung was afraid, terrified, of what you wanted to say, afraid of you leaving her again. So she did what she had to. She avoided the topic, changed the topic, directed your attention elsewhere in hopes that the thoughts would vanish from your mind the same way she wished it would from hers. In a sea of negativity, you were her buoy, keeping her afloat. How could she let you go?

Beginning to feel a little numbness in your leg, you went to relieve it, gently picking Wonyoung up, laying her on the bed, unwittingly letting out a slight giggle as you saw Wonyoung's arm search around for you, before draping her blanket over her, lightly caressing her hair before a giving her a light kiss on her forehead. Getting up, you looked around the dorm room that you had once spent many hours in. You hadn't paid it much attention in the last 3 weeks, but looking around, nothing much had changed. Pictures of the two of you adorned her makeup table as it did a year prior, the little gifts or tokens you gave to Wonyoung in passing are memorialised and put on display, worth more to her than any of her luxury bags or dresses, even the little notes you wrote whenever Wonyoung had long schedules or went away, Wonyoung cherished it all. But you would be lying if you didn't notice the tear stains on some of the notes and letters, guilt gripping your heart as you glanced over to Wonyoung, her peaceful look an image you cherished, but also an image you couldn't help but worry about, whether it would all vanish in an instant.

You were pulled from your train of thoughts by a knock on Wonyoung's door, freezing you in your place. Fear began to overtake you, recalling how the company had found out about the two of you in the first place "Wony, you there?" You heard Yujin's voice through the door, your shoulders sagging a little as you calmed down a little. Still a little wary though, you held your tongue, quietly looking at the door in dreaded anticipation as silence filled the room, only to be cut through by Yujin's voice once again "I know you're in there Y/N. It's just me, don't worry." With a sigh, you walked to the door, gently opening the door to see Yujin standing outside the room, gesturing for you to leave the room

"Hey Yujin." You whispered while leaving the room, as Yujin reciprocated with a smile. "Hey. It's been awhile." Yujin replied, before the living room was filled with eerie silence, both uncertain about the trajectory of this conversation "How long have you known?" You finally broke the silence "Since the first day, it was pretty obvious, first time in ages Gauel didn't have to drag Wony out of her room for breakfast." Yujin chuckled, though there was a sad undertone to her words "That doesn't mean it was me." You probed "Well, you're the only person who found out about me liking caramelised onions, or Liz liking silver fish. So imagine my shock when Wonyoung started handing those things to us. Good to know you still care about us Y/N" Yujin teased, lightly shoving you on the shoulder as you both chuckled "Of course, you girls are like my family. I care about all of you." You said in earnest, shooting Yujin a small smile Mustering some courage, you turned away from Yujin, the gravity of the situation dawning on you once again "Listen, Yujin, I know I'm not supposed to do this, but...I just can't say no to her..." Yujin's face turned to one you were not used to, a serious and somber expression on her face "Y/N, I talked to the other girls, and I told them what's going on. We decided that if the two of you wanted to give the company an ultimatum, we'd back you guys." Almost instantly, your voice raised an octave, though it was quickly muffled as you realised how late it was. "What?! Sorry, just...this is what I wanted to avoid, I can't ask you girls to risk everything just for me." "It's not just for you, it's for Wony too, and like you said, Y/N, all of us, you, me, Wony, Leeseo, Rei Liz, Gaeul, we're all like family, how could you expect family to do any less?" Yujin rested her hand on your shoulder, a reassuring smile on her face as you were stuck, uncertain of what to do.  "...I'm not worth all your sacrifices, Yujin. I can't put the girls through this, you know what the company will try to do...hell, both you and Wonyoung have had to redebuted already, Leeseo's still a child, and the rest of the girls... I'm not worth this Yujin." You could barely whisper the last words, tears forming, now you weren't just putting Wonyoung's career in jeopardy, you were putting the entirety of IVE in with it too. "Y/N, I see the way Wonyoung looks at you, we all have, and we see the way you look at her too. Even if you didn't want to put our careers at risk, could you really leave her? You did it once already, it broke the both of you, and it ended right where you began, the two of you hiding in her room, pretending like you can spend the rest of your lives hiding from the company, we both know there's only two ways this can go Y/N. Either you leave to protect Wonyoung from the company, but it'll break the both of you, in ways you can't even comprehend, or you stay, we fight for you guys, and you could stay together."  "And if I say I think I should leave?" You asked, turning to look at Yujin, who was clearly taken aback at your suggestion. She stayed silent, considering her response. "I would say you're making the wrong decision, I would say that you and Wonyoung are made for each other and leaving her would be a mistake, but I would also say that it's your decision to make, I won't stop you." Yujin answered as you nodded, shooting her a small, albeit weak smile. "There'll be a package coming in a few days, keep it with you, you'll know what to do." Yujin wordlessly nodded "Goodnight Yujin." "Goodnight Y/N."

Back in Wonyoung's room, you entered as quietly as you could, only to notice a really confused Wonyoung. "What were you doing out there? No one else knows you're here..." Wonyoung asked, hands outstretched as she invited you back into bed "Just needed to get some water, don't worry, no one saw me." You quickly got back into bed, feeling Wonyoung's arms wrap around your waist As the two of you held each other in silence, both minds were in turmoil, fear and uncertainty clouding their minds. "Y/N, you know I love you right?" Wonyoung whispered, leaving a light kiss on your hand "Of course, and I love you too." You whispered back, feeling Wonyoung nuzzle into your neck, running your hand through her silky hair, before she pulled back a little, smile on her face as the moonlight illuminated her, a magical aura emanating about her. "Go to sleep Wony." You whispered, lightly caressing her face as she nodded, her breath slowing to a steady pulse. With the girl of your dreams in your arms, you stared at the ceiling in despair. What to do? What to do?

As the illumination of the morning sun struck Wonyoung in her face, she groggily got up, expecting to feel you on the bed, only to be met with nothing. Still in the grasp of morning haze, Wonyoung stretched, looking around as she saw a letter on her makeup table, one with your familiar handwriting on it. Small smile on her face, Wonyoung walked to her table, gently opening the envelope.  Her smile quickly vanished, just the first line of the letter was enough to rob Wonyoung of any joy she felt in the moment, turning to despair and anger, bolting out of her room to see the 5 girls eating Breakfast. "Hey Wony, you're up early, what do you want for breakfast?" Gaeul asked, turning around to scramble around the kitchen. Wonyoung paid her no mind though, immediately rushing to Yujin. "What did you say to Y/N last night?" Wonyoung asked, trying her best to contain a scream as tears trickled down her cheeks. "What?" Yujin could only mutter, confused by the sudden confrontation. "Cut the shit Yujin, I know you talked to Y/N last night, what the hell did you say?" Wonyoung could barely contain her anger anymore, her fist so tightly clenched that her knuckles turned white. "What happened? What did Y/N do?"  "Y/N's gone. Only left me a letter, said that they wouldn't be coming back anymore."  All eyes were on Yujin by this point, who had a somber look on her face. "I didn't know they'd do it already..." She softly muttered to herself, but still loud enough that Wonyoung caught it. "You knew? And you didn't try to stop them?" By this point, Wonyoung's rage was too great, the other girls looking in fear as they had never seen Wonyoung angry, let alone this angry. "Wony I-" Yujin tried to talk, but Wonyoung quickly shot her a glare, interrupting her. "Y/N called me that. You don't get to call me that. You don't get to call me anything, at all." Wonyoung quickly turned, running to her room as the door slammed behind her. She found herself melting into her bed once again, sobbing as the lack of warmth in her bed only served to remind her of your absence. In her tear-stricken state, she took the letter you had wrote her, reading it in it's entirety

[ultrainstinctslasher]

Can you do a peepaw Myers ? He keeps killing everyone around you but not you and you don't know why but watching him kill turns you on and finally after he kills someone he ends up showing you some affection or just full blown out fucks you

Idk if you write smuts or not though just brainstorming thank you so much !!!

Old Man Myers x GN!Reader (OLD AF)

Warnings: Sexual assault, violence, death, reference to smut, ambiguous ending

Notes: Of course! SO sorry it took me so long, but here it is! And sorry, I'm not too comfortable with full on smut, but maybe soon. Hope you like it! Also, I sort of went a whole other direction from where I began, so I hope you don't mind.

A/N: Guys, hate to say this, but I HATE this, but I'm keeping it. Idk. Bye.

______________________________________________________________

It was killing you, the things that were happening.

At first, you hadn't really taken notice of it. After all, everyone was aware with the fact that the infamous Michael Myers has escaped Smith's grove, and the missing reports surrounding your not-so-close coworker were no surprise.

You two hadn't been close, but it wasn't unusual for you two to be together. You were quite friendly with each other, and you were pretty sure he fancied you, not that you reciprocated the feelings.

When he suddenly disappeared from work, you were actually a bit relieved. He had been getting annoying with all the conversations he would try to strike up. You had hoped that he left the city in fear of the Boogeyman, but when it was revealed that he was missing, and not long after that that he was dead, you couldn't say you weren't guilty.

The convict was, in fact, Michael Myers. Who else would it be? In a small town like this, no one would dare kill each other, very well aware how easy it would be to get tracked down. The only one not afraid was the Shape himself, and he was on the loose.

It was gruesome, they said. Never seen anything like it. Even Michael's past victims weren't brutalized like your coworker was. His face smashed until unidentifiable, organs spilt around the room, limbs twisted in all directions. No one could figure out why The Shape of Haddonfield would target the poor fellow, having no connection to him. But no one could question him, and even if they could, I doubt they would get a response.

While it was odd, and terrifying, knowing that your coworker was murdered, you very quickly got over it. He wasn't close to you, so why dwell on him?

But then, it was your friend. Someone who had actually meant something to you. While they were in no way your best friend, you two had been very close, and had gotten along amazingly throughout the years.

You had mourned them, their death much more painful than that of your coworker. They hadn't allowed anyone to see their corps, and you hadn't known why until you read the news.

They had been found in the same state as your coworker, if not worse. Papers said her hands were cut off completely, as well as gouged out eyes and a cut off tongue. None of those organs and limbs were found.

At least, not by the police.

But by you.

You had found them, in a box, neatly present in front of your door

Not your front door, your bedroom door

Michael Myers was in your house while you were asleep

It wasn't the first time he's done it

And it wouldn't be the last time

You were terrified. The paper and news never covered Michael Myers ever doing something like this. He had never showed any hints of interest at anyone, whether a victim or not, except for a glimpse at the corner of one's eye, which were always reported right away

And you started getting those too

Every once in a while, you would feel someone staring at you from some secluded area, and once you turn around, nothing but a shadow of what used to be there greeted you

You knew better than to expect to see him, he only showed himself when he wanted to

And when he did want to, you would catch a glimpse of a ghostly white mask, much more terrifying than the pictures online or on the news. The Shape was always too far away to see anything else, and that was exactly what he wanted

You knew going to the police was useless. There was nothing they can do about it

Things had gone quiet for a while, with no loses on your behalf, but Michael was still on his spree's, nonetheless.

That was until someone broke into your house

While you were aware Michael had been creeping into your home, as weird and horrifying as that is, you couldn't really do anything, and so you excepted it. You always knew when he broke in, as he would leave some sort of petrifying gift, like a severed finger or animal teeth, or something would go missing, such as your favorite pen, or a book you were reading, or it would be as simple as leaving your bedroom door open when you were sure you closed it.

But this was not Michael. Michael was not loud. And this person was.

Alarm bells sounded in your head, and the first thing you thought of is calling the police.

Reaching to your bedside table, your hand gripped at nothing. Your phone was downstairs

Cursing at yourself in your head, you slowly got out of bed and quietly creeped towards the bedroom door, trying to get a better idea of who broke in and what they were doing

As you leaned against the door, you heard heavy footfalls heading up the stairs.

Whoever broke in was not intending to steal anything. And somehow knew right where to go.

You, as quietly as possible, scrambled backwards until you reached the closet doors.

You hid inside, closing the door, and grasping onto the nearest object that can be used as a weapon. A hanger.

As you heard the footsteps get closer, you began to pray to an unknown force to save you, to wake you up.

The bedroom door creaked open eerily, forcing a shudder up your spine

It was ironic, really. How you felt safer with a mass murder than you did with what seemed to be an immature criminal. A man who wouldn't let his presence known was more comforting than a man who stomps his way upstairs. The figure that murdered and mutilated your friend was a better experience than some guy who probably never thought of the idea of murder. But you had an odd feeling he was thinking of something else.

The intruder walked around the room, clearly looking for something in particular. Someone in particular.

Suddenly, it seemed like all movement stopped. Everything became ominously silent, except for your somewhat raggedy breathing

Abruptly, the closet doors opened and a hand flew towards you

"Gotcha, Swee- agh!"

Using the hanger you armed yourself with, you stabbed the man in the eye and quickly made your way towards the door

You hadn't made it very far before a hand grabbed your ankle and dragged you back

"N-no! Let me go! Please!" You had yelled at the intruder, gaining nothing.

"And why would I do that? You weren't very nice to me. After all, you did hurt me, didn't ya princess?"

He laid you on your back and sat on your stomach, pinning you to the floor

The way he was looking at you made you want to vomit. A revolting predatory gaze swirled through his eyes. The way he was breathing made your body freeze.

Your muscles refused to respond as your assaulter began to move his hands on your body.

The feeling of his palms kneading you flesh was appalling, and made your bones feel hollow and cold

You shut your eyes as you felt tears well up in your eyes. They began to streak your face as your intruder was laughing at your reactions

"Awww. Are you scared? Is that why your face is red? Why you're crying? Is that why your heart is beating so fast? Because you're scared? How cute."

You began to pray for this to end in some way, whether it be waking up or being killed. Heck, part of you prayed for Michael to be here

Little do you know your prayers would get answered

Quicker than one can register, the man was pulled away from you with monstrous force

Just as your attacker had pinned you, your attacker was pinned just the same.

The sudden relief of the man on top of you was gratifying, and you began thanking whoever saved you in your head

Grunts of pain began to fill the room as the man who tried to rape you was suspended in midair by his neck. A large hand was wrapped tightly around the man's throat, applying enough pressure for pain, but not enough to kill him. Not yet.

You looked at the man who saved you, finding him already staring at you. The eyes of his mask served no purpose, as his true eyes were still not visible. The shadows covering him almost made him look inhumane, like a monster. Like the Boogeyman.

The larger of the two males never released his grasp on the man, yet solely placed his attention on you.

Neither of you moved, jus staring at each other. You were oh so very confused.

You have reached the point where you don't particularly fear Michael, knowing he won't kill you, but he still makes you feel uneasy, nonetheless. and his staring was making it any better.

You stayed like that, staring at each other with a few grunts of pain and help me's from the man filling the room, for a couple moments longer, and you trying to figure out what he wanted.

You were still in shock from what happened and couldn't find your voice to ask him, and so the silence pursued

But you didn't need it, you realized it yourself

The revelation of what Michael wanted was shocking, and you shamefully admit that it had aroused something in you

He wanted you to say it

He wanted you to tell him what to do

To tell him to kill him

And that made you feel things you shouldn't

Suddenly, Michaels heavy breathing was all you could hear. The thought of how strong Michael had to be to be able to strangle a grown man with one arm was the only thought on your mind. The smell of blood and death resonating from him was overwhelming your senses. The feeling of anger and anticipation burning around him like a flame was spreading towards you. The only thing registering to you was Michael.

He was patient, waiting for you as if he had all the worlds time. He refused to take his eyes of you as he watched you slowly come to realization of what he wanted, and watched you get tipsy with need

With time, you had found your voice, and muttered the words that sealed the man's fate

"Kill him, Michael"

And with that, Michael had begun his gruesome attack

The man had no time to scream as a knife was plunged into his stomach, ripping it open and revealing his insides.

Michael continued to have his way with the man as you watched with grotesque arousal

You were sure you were going insane. It must be Michael somehow rubbing of on you with his weird gifts and behavior. But you couldn't deny it. You couldn't deny the need you felt for Michael as you watched him demolish your attacker from existence

Michael stopped, seemingly to admire his work. He was crouched next to the now dead man, intently staring at him as if to reassure he was dead

Michael slowly got off from the ground and turned towards you. He made no effort to get closer to you but continued to stare at you the same way as before.

The room was much calmer now with the man gone. You maintained eye contact with Michael, fully knowing what he wanted now.

"Fuck me, Michael."

______________________________________________________________

[sophieinwonderland]

I joined the SC server out of curiosity because this nonsense has been on my feed all week and fffucckkk why is anyone taking them seriously, theyre just cringe kids (and even cringier adults) who feel like such garbage about their lives they wanna bully systems because they see how much happier we are in ours.

I love this community so much, everyone please take care and remember to do a cleansing ritual to remove these pathetic people from your feeds

On this note, I'll remind people they can block tags if they need to. I try to tag most of my posts about the sub or its server with #r/systemscringe or #systemscringe.

I personally do take them seriously. At least for the harm their misinformation can do. Sure, they're a bunch of clowns, but their misinformation can do real damage.

I believe @cambriancrew was talking not too long about medical forums they're in discussing denying treatment to patients who have DID. This is attributed to the false perception of a mass amount of fakers. A perception driven by places like r/systemscringe.

And disturbingly, some of their members are in medical fields, like this user:

This is what truly terrifies me about these cringe communities.

When you're seeking treatment, you don't know who the people are you're being treated by.

Maybe u/manditobandito isn't someone who gets to decide whether you can get the pain relievers you need, or even life-saving medical treatment. But someone from these communities could be.

They could decide that because you're plural or have a dissociative disorder, that you're malingering and must therefore be faking whatever other conditions you say you have.

And these people won't be basing this on their education. No. Your physicians won't have much more education into mental illnesses than most random people you meet on the street.

Especially for DID, which is barely covered in actual psych classes.

They'll be basing it on what they've heard around.

Think for a moment about the type of misinformation they typically spread, like what I recently debunked over here...

My fear is medical professionals hearing lies like this be repeated and deciding "well, the patient can hear their alters and has fictives so they must be faking," and choosing to deny patients much-needed treatment.

And to be fair, these cringe communities are only one small part of the problem.

But they are part of the problem. And the misinformation they spread can cause real damage.

[roetrolls]

Zerkev, why did you decide to raise your own descendant?

> The Marauder, so used to scribbling away while he speaks to you, suddenly falls very still. A distant look settles over the general, his expression unreadable.

> When he deigns to speak, his voice is soft.

"Redivi takes in runts."

"The day I hatched, I could've fit in the palm of your hand. Wouldn't even open my eyes at first, he tells me. Says it took a week before I started crawling for food.

Any normal cavern would have culled me on sight, caste and bloodline be damned."

"But my father doesn't run a normal cavern.

I don't know what the defect was. I couldn't tell you what fixed it, whether it was a matter of genetics or Redivi nurturing it out, but whatever the reason... I was lucky. Before long, I caught up with my peers and then some."

"I became a general. An emperor. Looking at me today, you'd never know I came from a dud egg."

"But I knew.

And I was terrified I'd pass it on.

We're a legacy bloodline, you know. About as old as the species itself, with a reputation earned and maintained for centuries. And here I was, a troll that shouldn't have lived. Imperfect.

I feared two things. The first, that I'd ruin the Pravus name, be the weak link that ended us. The second... That any kid I made would suffer the kind of rejection I so narrowly escaped."

"And I got it in my head that I needed to be involved. That it was my responsibility to fix whatever flaw they'd get from me.

When Kiyana hatched, I knew she'd be fine. She was strong, healthy, intelligent. I was relieved to know I wouldn't ruin any grub I touched, but the biggest concern still remained.

What would mine be like?

And then...

Then came Mallum."

"And he was everything I could have hoped for.

Maybe it was the Drakon in him, or maybe I was just an isolated fluke, but he... He was perfect. Large, energetic, curious..."

> The Marauder's voice catches slightly.

"That boy stole my heart the moment I laid eyes on him."

"And it should have been enough... Should have laid those fears to rest, enough to set him loose and let him live the normal life I wasn't fit for.

But my fears don't rest easy. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with him. Something I couldn't yet see. I wanted to be sure.

Or... Maybe that was just the lie I told myself.

Maybe I just couldn't stand the thought that he'd become something great, not because, but in spite of me.

Doesn't really matter, in the end. Above all of that... I raised him because he was something incredible."

"He was mine."

[secretpostsposts]

A yonko is a Emperor of the sea. Only 4 Pirates at a time can take such a title after being declared high class threats by the world government with bounties of 2 billion or more. In one piece, the first 4 yonkos at the start of the series were whitebeard, shanks, kaido, and big mom. Whitebeard and big mom are dead, and we don't know whether kaido is dead yet. The current yonkos so far in the series are buggy, blackbeard, luffy, and shanks who still holds the his title.

Say instead of branch being shanks, maybe he's whitebeard. Whitebeard was considered the strongest pirate in the world, having been on par with Roger. Whitebeard died in the marineford war, suffering 267 sword wounds, 152 gun shots, and 46 connon balls, less than half of his head was burned off and there was a hole burned into his chest and stomach. Even with the fatal injuries, he was still the strongest one present. He died only when he sucomed to his injuries after delivering the best death speech ever. He died stand straight up, not even death could bring him to his knees.

What if branch was whitebeard at marineford, and all of the other brothers were present to the war. And the watch as branch completely destroys the entire island leaving nothing be a bere and destroyed environment, crush thousands of marines including literal giants, relieve hundreds of fatal wound but remaining mostly unfazed, speak true words against the world government, and die standing proud with not a single scar on his back to show that he never ran from battle. How would the brothers take the situation during and after the war?

Does Whitebeard die?

IT'S DYING!

You just spoiled it for me, what the hell, I'm not going to kill Branch.

But I had to watch part of that episode to understand the fight and, I cried, I don't know the character but I cried ugly.

So let's put it like this.

Pirates: Captain John Dory and Bruce (who joined John when he found out that there would be a war between pirates and marines that would indicate that his little brother Yonko would be there, so when he saw John's ship, Rhonda, decided to join, and knows fighting and all that so it's okay)

Marine: Lieutenant (or a high rank, I don't know, sorry) Clay and Senior Cadet Floyd (they managed to save Floyd from the V&V Ship, Branch was there and made it clear to them that he didn't want them around, but you know, they didn't listen to them, Floyd is under Clay's charge, so they are on the same Ship, although they are more worried about their pirate brothers than their own men, especially their brother Yonko)

So they are a mixture of proud, terrified, worried and bloodthirsty for whoever shot their baby brother.

Branch has bullets in his body, countless open wounds and possible internal bleeding, and he is still fighting, he does not turn his back on the battle, he helps the wounded and protects his crew.

John is impressed, but also worried, his little brother is losing a lot of blood, he could die, and if he dies, what would they do without his brother, he wants to apologize for so many things, but he won't see his brother die.

Even if Branch doesn't want them, they will fight by his side, I would kill for him and die for him.

On the other hand, Clay and Floyd want to catch Branch, they want him to be with them, but they know that if they capture him they would sentence him to death, so even though they hate that their soldiers attack their little brother (he is going to get revenge, Clay has a list of those who managed to shoot Branch, and he is going to make sure they pay for that), can only suffer in silence while their little brother is wounded by his troops.

I hope I have been able to answer correctly

[luci-is-a-bitch-x3x]

Barb's Secret Dungeon Drabble

━☆*:･ﾟ✧✧ ♡ ❀ ♡ ✧━

Welcome! To this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

⚠︎Caution: Dark content⚠︎

CW: torture discussion, blood is mentioned, Barbs is demon like, lemme know if I missed any warnings!

━☆*:･ﾟ✧✧ ♡ ❀ ♡ ✧━━☆*:･ﾟ✧✧ ♡ ❀ ♡ ✧━

Okay can we just talk about the rumored secret dungeon in the demon lords castle that they basically act like is Barbatos's secret dungeon. Now it being a sex dungeon is a different conversation for later because I would like to talk about it being a torture dungeon because that's absolutely terrifying. I love barbs but he has some scary powers, especially as a torture weapon. Barbatos can just continue bringing the individual he's torturing back to life after torturing them so much they die. & This cycle would just continue until he got bored or he deems mercy to the individual. It's not really mercy because he most likely just tortures them to death one last time and doesn't bring them back. If they were put in there by Diavolo, then they won't be released until Diavolo says so, Barbs will actually release these ones and not kill them unless Diavolo tells him to. The only way this would be different is if you believe there's a limited amount of alternate realities and time lines instead of infinite, then Barbatos would only be able to bring the individual back until there is no more time lines the individuals alive in.

You know how Barbatos just seems like such a calm and composed demon? A torture dungeon could be why man. Besides tea Barbs doesn't really seem to have a way to get rid of his stress as far as we know. Barbs is constantly working, mans is underappreciated, always helping from the sidelines, he has a lot of stress whether he shows it or not. Torturing an individual would take that stress away for a demon. Think about it, Lucifer is always happier after stringing Mammon from the ceiling upside down. Satan and Belphie are always happier when trying to torment and prank Lucifer. Demons will be demons, they relieve their stress in ways that any real demon would. But hey don't get sent to the secret dungeon and you'll be fine!

I'm going to try and go into more detail of what an individual would experience in Barbs secret torture dungeon. So I feel like human torture methods are mediocre to a demons methods, especially to a demon that's probably lived an incredibly long time. Barbatos probably knows thousands of torture methods, he could put Satan to shame with the amount of torture knowledge he knows. One things for certain, no rats will be involved in any torture ever. Not because Barbs is merciful just because he's too scared to even be around the rodents. The interesting but scary thing is that demons have magic they can use to add to the torture. So they can curse the individual or cast a certain spell that they know will annoy or cause damage to the individual it's cast on. I feel like a lot more psychological torture happens in the Devildom then in the human world in general. The Celestial Realm has their own torture methods too, Angels are ruthless man. They'd do anything for their 'father'. I feel like Barbs is more a psychological torture kind of guy, but it really just depends on his mood and how stressed he is, sometimes physically torturing the poor individual just relieves his stress more. With the advantages of magic Barbs doesn't have to chain the individual up if he doesn't want to, he can just put magic seals places to prevent them from going places. Barbs could even make a fake "escape" route with magic just for the individual to wind up back in the secret dungeon once they think they've escaped. With magic there's all kinds of possibilities, magic can be a blessing or curse, and for any individual in Barbs secret dungeon it's a curse.

For the sake of actually talking about how I think Barb would torture I may refer to a human torture method or horror movie, but I sincerely think demons would have way more intense torture methods. So for physical torture I don't think Barbs would normally want to do a messy torture method, I think he's usually just there to hear the screams and gain from the individuals pain. For days like this Barbs does methods that don't make much of a mess, for example he may do something similar to "The Rack". The rack is the torture method where the individual is laid on something and then ropes tied to the individuals wrists and ankles pull on them until their joints dislocate, but a demon may have a method that could simply rip the individual in two. As long as he's standing far enough away he shouldn't get blood on him. I think on some days when Barbs is really stressed and just mad enough that he doesn't mind a little mess, he gets real messy. On these days Barbs is covered in blood head to toe by the time he's done in the secret dungeon for the night. For these days I can see Barbs doing any vicious torture method that's going to cause a lot of blood to get everywhere, but the main one I think he'd do is something similar to the torture known as Lingchi. Lingchi is a form of torture where the individual is cut precisely until they bleed to death. The cuts are said to start out slow and gradually become more painful. Barbatos is a precise patient man so I think this method suits him. For psychological torture I think Barbs would use magic to make the individual see things, these things can vary drastically from the individual seeing an escape from the secret dungeons to the individuals seeing their loved one murdered gruesomely, with enough magic Barbs could probably make the individual believe they killed the person. Even though it's all just fake and done with magic, the individual doesn't know that so they'd spend the rest of their time in the dungeons tormented with the guilt of "killing" their loved one.

━☆*:･ﾟ✧✧ ♡ ❀ ♡ ✧━━☆*:･ﾟ✧✧ ♡ ❀ ♡ ✧━

Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! I apologize for being gone for so long! I promise I still have content to make, I just haven't felt like writing. I hope me posting a couple of things makes up for being gone! Anyways more content will be coming soon so Stay Tuned! Stay Safe! & Stay Groovy Scooby! ♡

━☆*:･ﾟ✧✧ ♡ ❀ ♡ ✧━

⟡˙⋆Masterlist⋆˙⟡

[typingatlightspeed]

TF2 Fanfic - Someone Else's Song Chapter 1

Engineer needs to do something about his crush on Spy. So Pyro convinces him to write him a love letter. Unfortunately, Spy reads way too deep into things and ends up spending a whole week trying to crack a code that doesn't exist. He also, somewhat to his consternation, ends up decoding his own feelings for someone on the team in the process. Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Ao3 Link!

I'll fully admit this one is dumb as hell but the fun kind of dumb where the mercs get to be little shits lol. Just, uh, ignore how Scout is better at reading in this than in canon. It's for the bit, dammit. Also spot the Simpsons joke!

---------

Pyro looked from the page in his gloved hands—typed up on the publicly available typewriter in the rarely-used records office on base—to Engineer, who was doing his level best to avoid eye contact, his face bright red as he inspected contents of his coffee cup like the answer to all of life's questions was hidden beneath the last dregs of the beverage inside. "I mean, the wording definitely doesn't sound like you, so between that and typing it instead of handwriting, I don't think he's gonna guess from that."

Engineer sighed a little, relieved. "It don't sound like no one else on the team, does it?"

"Aside from maybe Spy himself? I don't think so." Pyro set the letter back down on Engineer's workbench. "It should keep him guessing. But if you don't give him any clues, how's he gonna guess it's you?"

Engineer mulled that over a little. "Him knowin' it's me is kinda what I'm tryin' to avoid."

"Knowing it's you and guessing it's you are two totally different things!" Pyro shook his head. "Look, I get that you don't think you've got a shot, but the whole reason I said a love letter was the best way to get these feelings out is because you can get a feel for whether he's interested or not! If you don't give him anything to go on, he's gonna give up, Engie!"

"This ain't a 'come an' get me' letter!"

"No, but if he's intrigued enough to try and find out more, then you know he's not turned off by the idea that someone on the team's into him! And if you give him just a few breadcrumbs, he won't be able to turn down a mystery. Hell, he might dig that, that you know him well enough to know he wants a little mystery, a little bit of a chase, right?"

"You know so much about him, maybe you should be movin' in on him, 'stead of me," Engineer pouted, setting his coffee down.

"Pfft," Pyro dismissed him with a wave of his gloved hand. "I don't go in for these backdoor shenanigans."

Rolling his eyes, Engineer set his hands on his hips. "Well what do you suggest, then?"

Pyro tapped at the filter of his mask in thought. "Well, you typed it up, so unless you wanna try sneaking down to the records room again without being noticed, I'd suggest something quick and simple. Maybe a signature? You didn't even put a pseudonym, or a title. Like, 'your secret admirer' or something!"

Taking the page from Pyro's hand, Engineer set it on his drafting table, looking it over in thought. Pyro was right. He was terrified that Spy would suss it out immediately and reject him outright. He wasn't exactly a man that shared similar tastes to the fancy Frenchman. In spite of himself, however, he couldn't help but get giddy at just the thought of those bright blue eyes, that strong, aquiline nose, the adorably silly way he snorted when he laughed too hard. How in the hell did he manage to turn from a hardened killer in his forties to a blushing schoolboy?

Seizing one of his drafting pencils, Engineer considered for a long moment. How would he sign this love letter? What identity would he give this fictionalized version of himself, a breadcrumb for Spy to cling to without fully giving himself away? With a sigh, he scribbled down the first thing he could think of that wasn't obvious.

"N.G.?" Pyro read, over Engineer's shoulder?

"Well it ain't like I could use D.C., that'd be a dead giveaway. Nobody on the team's got an initial in common. So I just pulled two letters that don't match anyone on the team at all."

Pyro turned to his friend and stared at him long and hard through darkened lenses. He shook his head. "Yeah, yanno what? Sure, fine, it works." He threw up his hands and walked off, utterly done. "Good luck, Engie."

"T—thanks, Py," Engineer replied, confused at his friend's response.

*

The next day's match was a late start, leaving everyone utterly exhausted by its end, which pushed into the twilight hours. More importantly, the late start left everyone champing at the bit to get going at its beginning, leaving Engineer ample chance to sneak the folded note into Spy's locker without anyone noticing.

When at last the final bell sounded and the day was called to an end, the team ambled in from the field, spent and sore. The day's mission had been a payload defense, which was always grueling work that lacked a finality and catharsis in victory that holding a control point, capturing points, or retrieving a briefcase full of intel would always bring. Instead, it was simply a matter of holding pressure until at last the other team could push no longer, and it left them all battered and weary. It was with this bone-deep exhaustion that they returned to their lockers after the match, setting down their weapons and tools and undressing before they hit the showers, chattering idly about the highs and lows of the day.

"...and that's why, man. Ain't no way their Demo ain't got it out for me or somethin'," Scout said, continuing his long-winded theory as to his problems of the day.

"No more'n any of 'em do," Sniper countered, hanging up his hat and shedding his sunglasses. "You just keep gettin' in the bloke's way, mate. I keep tellin' you. It's not targeted if you keep stumblin' into 'is sticky traps."

"He keeps settin' 'em right where I'm goin'!" Scout replied, tugging his shirt off. "It's like the guy's got a grudge!"

"Your poor battlefield awareness is not the manifestation of a grudge," Spy shot with a roll of his eyes, stubbing out his cigarette on his shoe and finally making it to his locker. He lifted an eyebrow, immediately clocking the new addition to his possessions. "Hello now, what's this?"

"Man, I got plenty a' battlefield awareness! I got battlefield awareness comin' out my ass! Ain't nobody know the ins an' outs a' that field better than me you snooty fro—hey what's that?" Scout interrupted his own self-aggrandizement to peer at the letter that sat in the upper cubby of Spy's locker, where the rogue was also staring, studying, trying to be sure there were no traps attached. Scout merely ducked around him and snatched up the paper with a flourish and set to opening it.

"Scout! You idiot, there could be a trap! Or contact poison! Or—"

"'Spy," he nodded to the older man, holding the letter out of his reach as he grabbed for it," I find you fascinating in a way I can't shake. I'm fixated on you. You're all I can think of when my mind turns to idle thoughts, and those thoughts are a mixture of adoration and lust. Hoo buddy, this is gettin' spicy!" He grinned and waggled his eyebrows, dodging around Spy's grasping hands and hopping up onto the bench in front of the lockers. His voice grew more dramatic as he read." It's driven me to distraction and the kind of madness only alleviated by some sort of action. " He grinned down at Spy, who had given up on trying to snatch the letter from his grasp, his face growing pink with embarrassment.

"But I have doubts as to whether I'd be welcomed. Feelings beyond surface-level are impossible to read with you, which makes sense. You wouldn't be the deeply capable spy you are if you were an open book. What a fuckin' brown-noser. Your skill and talent are part of what make you so damnably attractive, if frustratingly mysterious."

The rest of the team had finished piling into the room, gathering around the bench as Scout read aloud for the group. Pyro had his hands on his hips, shaking his head. The kid could be such a dick sometimes, and he could practically feel Engineer dying behind him, the shorter man wilting as he tried to pretend to be surprised.

"So," Scout threw an arm out, giving it all the performance he could muster, "all I can do is write this and leave it where you can find it, so I can finally get this off of my chest. Yours..." everyone leaned in with interest, stricken with curiosity as to who had written such a note. Scout pulled the letter away from his face, holding it out for Spy to take, "N.G."

"N.G.?" Spy asked, finally snatching the paper from Scout's hand, holding it up for his eyes to scan hurriedly across. Everything was spelled correctly, and there was no unusual capitalization. A quick look at the paragraphs showed no immediate pattern in word choice, and everything but the name was typed, so handwriting couldn't be analyzed. From a cursory glance, where was no clue as to whom had written the letter. He took a deep breath, and looked from the page to the assembled mercenaries, his cheeks burning.

Four and a half sets of eyes and two pairs of lenses all stared back at Spy, and from a glance, he could discern nothing but surprise and curiosity from all of them. He swallowed hard and tried to regain his composure. "It seems someone is...smitten with me," he said slowly, the reality of the situation dawning on him.

Scout guffawed from his spot on the bench, hopping down next to Spy and throwing his arm over the taller man's shoulders. "Hope you like sausage, pally, 'cause ain't nobody got access to this locker room but us chuds." He grinned and gestured broadly to the assembled men in the room, all of whom averted their eyes bashfully at the suggestion.

Spy lifted an eyebrow at Scout, then rolled his eyes in annoyance. The little shit was right, but he didn't have to come out and say it. Whoever wrote the note, it was one of seven possible suspects.

Even if Scout were oblivious as to why it was the worst possible outcome if he were the author—and Spy had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn't as oblivious as he played, considering the occasional cracks Heavy would make—there was no way he would have been able to spell half of the words on the letter, let alone define them. And he certainly wouldn't go reading the damned thing aloud for everyone just to embarrass Spy. That was one worst-case-scenario squared away, at least, so Spy didn't have to worry about the logistics of a murder-suicide.

No, it was down to Soldier, Pyro, Demoman, Heavy, Engineer, Medic, or Sniper. His eye swept over them all, and he turned his mouth up into a straight line. All of them were uncomfortable under his gaze, which was only fair. After all, they were all in a room together, and Scout was clearly ready to pounce at the first sign of weakness for immediate mockery.

Spy tried to think it beneath him to do the same if the tables were turned, but he knew better. He would be the first to tease Scout and his prospective beau mercilessly, so it was only fair that he suffered the same fate, really. Though it seemed unfair that whoever it was who had placed the letter should be so shamed, particularly when it was already very clearly a labour just to make this barest gesture.

Among a team of straightforward, brash, confident men, it was certainly surprising.

Either way, standing around and letting Scout hang about as his personal gadfly wouldn't make it any easier. "How eloquent," Spy finally sighed drolly, knocking Scout's arm off of him and straightening his jacket. "Well, nobody is stepping forward, so there's no point to standing here, covered in dirt and sweat and stinking up the place. Gentlemen." He put the letter back in the cubby of his locker and set to undressing.

"You're gonna shower? With everyone? Knowin' you got a target on your ass? That one a' the guys is gonna be eyein' you up like fresh meat?" Scout balked.

"If he hasn't been noticed taking looks yet, he scarcely will risk it now," Spy announced, unbuttoning his jacket. He smiled, looking to the younger man, who seemed absolutely scandalized. "And if he does, then hopefully he will enjoy the show."

That brought a chuckle out of Heavy and Sniper, who peeled off to go change as well, the rest of the team following suit, conversations springing up among them as they undressed, grabbed their towels and shower kits and headed in to go wash.

"So yer intae blokes?" Demoman asked as Spy walked past him to the showerhead on his blind side. He shed his towel and hung it on the wall, and turned on the water, letting it run and get warm before stepping under its spray.

"I am into interesting people," Spy replied, setting himself up in turn. "I have preferences that interest me more than others, of course, but someone's gender does not disqualify them, no."

"Ye great pouf," Demoman chuckled. "Figured as much."

"You're one to talk," Spy chuckled.

"Oh?"

"Not a man on this base believes your line about that business with the BLU Soldier being just about friendship."

Demoman heaved a heavy-yet-quiet laugh. "Aye, fair enough."

Engineer stood at Spy's other side, his eyes straight ahead, his jaw clenched hard enough to ache. He heard a snort from the other direction, and turned to see Pyro looking pointedly at him, grinning. His eyes went wide, and he shut them, turning his face into the water spray. Little shit was going to get him made. But he knew why he was doing it. He'd heard it too. Spy was into men, and that meant he wasn't out of the game yet.

Whether Spy would think he's an interesting person, though, that remained to be seen.

*

"N.G.," Spy mumbled, looking about the mess table at his coworkers, watching them with keen eyes.

"So mysterious!" Medic tittered, looking across at Spy as he picked at his dinner.

"Yes. Very mysterious," Heavy agreed flatly, sitting beside the doctor. He cast a look about the table, wondering if nobody else had put together the very obvious pseudonym of its author. In spite of himself, he didn't let his eye linger on Engineer. The poor man had to build up the courage just to leave a love note; it would be cruel to out him. Though Heavy was surprised; he didn't figure Engineer for such a coward. The man was normally so plain-spoken. But then, matters of the heart were fickle. Who was he to judge?

Especially as Spy was busy analyzing every single one of them for the slightest tell, trying to socially engineer his way into a solution through sheer force of will, making them all squirm under his curious scrutiny. Heavy was grateful that it wasn't him who held a torch for Spy. He wouldn't be able to maintain a straight face under such intense study. He almost pitied Engineer.

But then, he'd asked for this, quite literally.

"Any theories?" Sniper teased, gesturing to Spy with a fork full of salisbury steak.

"Considering his dismay, I've safely eliminated Scout from the running."

Everyone nodded. That was obvious for other reasons, but they all knew better than to say it.

Scout made a face at the possibility. "Fuckin' miracle anyone wants to fuck you."

"Thank you," Spy dismissed with annoyance. "Otherwise? I do not know. I have theories as to who it isn't, but as to who it is? That is trickier."

"I did not write your letter," Soldier announced.

"I know, you don't know how," Spy replied with a roll of his eyes.

"Damn right!"

"Don't just tell him!" Pyro chastised, whacking Soldier on the shoulder. "That takes away the fun! Let Spy solve it!"

"I assure you, he did not provide me with new information just now," Spy said drolly. He finished his dinner and downed the last of his drink. "But thank you, mon ami."

Pyro beamed.

"Regardless, I think I will get nowhere surrounded by everyone, and I suppose I owe it to the author to perhaps approach him in private, once I have deduced his identity. As such, I will retire for the evening. If you'll excuse me." Spy rose from his seat, taking his dishes to the kitchen to wash before leaving mess for the evening with a casual wave to the team on his way out.

They all stared after him, and when the door closed, immediately turned to one another, staring hard at each other, accusingly. Except for Heavy, who just shook his head.

"I'm impressed! I didn't realize you held such a high opinion of him," Medic said, leaning in to grin at Sniper.

"Me? What're you lookin' at me for? I'm not interested in that bloody snake!" Sniper snapped, reeling back in his seat. He pointed to Demoman, "Demo's obviously this N.G. bloke, tryin' shamelessly to pull 'im in the showers!"

"Tryin' tae pull 'im?! I was jus' askin' a question! And a fair one at that! Nae a single one o' ye thought tae clear it up if N.G. even had a chance! If Spy only wanted birds, it'd all be pointless anyway! Ye cannae say ye were nae curious!"

"If Spy only wanted birds, only Doc'd have a chance," Scout snorted, deeply entertained by the chaos.

"Is that a joke about my pets, or are you suggesting I'm a woman? Answer carefully," Medic grunted.

"What's wrong with being a woman?" Pyro asked, fanning the flames.

"Absolutely nothing, other than I don't appreciate being misgendered simply because I do not strut around aggressively asserting my masculinity every three minutes like some insecure, immature Dummkopf!"

"That's big talk from a guy walkin' around callin' everyone a dumbhead!"

"Scout," Heavy warned, though he was quickly drowned out by Sniper.

"You're awful quiet, Truckie," he observed with a smirk, looking down the table at the shorter man.

Engineer choked on the water he was drinking, breaking into a coughing fit upon being called out. The table erupted in laughter, and once his throat was clear, he glared daggers at the assassin at the other end of the table. "I'm tryin' to eat my damn dinner's why I'm quiet, Stretch. Ain't nobody's business but Spy's who's sweet on him, and it's uncouth to sit around cacklin' like a bunch of hens speculatin'."

Everyone shared a look. Medic bit his lip. Demoman pouted, trying to contain a smile. Sniper simply continued smirking, his gaze leveled on his friend. Pyro was glad for his mask to provide a poker face. Scout had a hand clapped over his mouth to contain his giggles.

Heavy simply shook his head. Engineer was right. Engineer was also deeply, deeply obvious. "You are correct, Engie," he said. He rarely used the other man's nickname, but said it now pointedly. "Rude to gossip about teammates' love life, Engie."

Engineer stared hard at Heavy, and the giant smirked as his eyes locked on shadowed lenses.

"But you are not very good at being sneaky, N.G. "

Everyone's eyes alit on Engineer, whose face burned bright red.

"Ohhhhhh," Scout gasped, realization dawning. "Engie, N.G.! That's fuckin' genius, man, I never woulda thought 'a that."

Sniper turned a baffled look to Scout, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Love bloomin' on a battlefield. It's beautiful," Demoman said, wiping at his eye.

"A love letter from the soft-spoken American to his elegant French beau; how romantic!" Medic cooed.

"He ain't my beau!" Engineer replied, his hand curling into a fist.

"Come on, guys, be nice. Imagine how hard it must be to admit that to Spy of all people. He's not known for being gentle to people," Pyro cautioned, trying to deescalate now that it was actively turned on Engineer.

"Yeah, s'pose he can be...intimidatin'," Demoman conceded.

"And flippant," Medic admitted.

"And rude," Sniper pointed out.

"And an asshole," Scout added with a pout.

Engineer frowned harder.

"But he is handsome," Heavy offered with a thoughtful nod.

"What, are you a fanny bandit too?" Scout asked, a bit surprised.

"Keep forgettin' fanny means arse over here," Sniper mumbled.

"Not your business," Heavy shot, "but do not need to like men to understand what handsome man look like."

"Women do tend to fall for his charms readily," Medic observed, thrusting a finger into the air.

"That's true, and ye cannae deny the lad's got charm," Demoman agreed, nodding sagely.

"And we know Demo's a pouf, so there's your expert," Sniper chuckled.

Demoman shot him a look. "He's nae me type, but I'd nae kick the lad outta bed. So I see what you see in him, mate," he said, giving Engineer a wink. At least, he assumed it was a wink.

Engineer's face hit the table, his hardhat flopping off loudly as he slumped into a defeated heap, blushing up to his scalp. "Fellas…"

"Nobody better say a fucking word," Pyro cautioned, pointing a finger and making sure to jab it in the direction of every mercenary at the table. He laid a hand on Engineer's back as the man curled his arms around his head to hide his face. "Or respawn won't be able to save you."

Everyone else reeled back, hands up in surrender. None of them wanted to incur Pyro's wrath.

"What? Us? Say anythin'? No, naw, you got it all wrong, Py! Never never not once, nope. Not me, not us, right, guys?" Scout sputtered nervously, terror edging into his expression as he begged off.

Everyone else nodded in nervous agreement.

"Just can't believe Heavy made it before Spy," Sniper mumbled, casting an apologetic look to the giant, who raised an eyebrow. "No offense, mate. But it's Spy we're talkin' about 'ere."

"Spy's job is partly to decipher intelligence and codes," Medic conceded, laying a hand on his companion's shoulder.

"Spy look too hard, miss obvious thing," Heavy sighed, shaking his head. "He is probably trying to find coded message that does not exist."

"It's clever," Demoman chuckled, leaning in to Engineer, who had not lifted his head from the table. "Give the lad a bone tae chew on, a wee mystery tae solve, when the answer's in front o' his face! Just the sort o' thing that'd get his attention, for sure."

"Yeah, well hopefully givin' 'im that bone'll get 'im givin' you his bone, right?" Scout said with a toothy grin.

"Can you not?" Sniper shot, swatting Scout. "Can you be fucking supportive for once?"

"What?! How'm I not bein' supportive?" Scout rubbed at his arm, pouting at Sniper. "Engie's playin' to that rat's interests, and I'm sayin' that's a good thing! It's what he's into, so maybe that'll let 'im hit it! Look if Engie wants to dick Spy down I ain't judgin' nothin' but the guy's taste in men, man!"

Sniper sighed, sitting back in his seat, rubbing at the bridge of his nose as Scout turned to Engineer. "You got this, Hard Hat. A love letter, a little mystery? It's cliche but Spy's a big walkin', talkin', smokin' cliche. Bet 'e loves that bodice ripper shit, too. The romance shit. You show up shirtless, all flexin' an' dramatic, sweep the guy off 'is feet? Carry 'im to bed an' lay 'im down an' tell 'im you're gonna ravish 'im? Putty in your hands, pal."

"We still talkin' about what Spy's intae?" Demoman teased.

"Whatchu tryin' to say, Cyclops?"

"I dinnae ken, lemme get me shirt off and do some flexin' for ye and we'll see, aye?"

Pyro chuckled as Scout and Demoman set to bickering, Sniper immediately jumping in to roast them both. He pat Engineer on the back, who he felt shaking with soft laughter, relieved that the worst the team had for him was some gentle ribbing and their own version of being supportive. Now, all he had to worry about was what Spy thought.

*

N.G.

In ROT-13, that decoded to A.T. Not a man on the team had those initials either, and even the one man with a T, Tavish, had an F and a D for his other initials, so it seemed unlikely. Though he had been friendly in the shower...

He was always friendly in the shower. Spy always stood on his blind side, so conversation lacked awkwardness, and he always wanted to chat while the adrenaline of the field was still fresh. Spy knew that. And that aside, the man was forthright to a fault. If he were his admirer, there'd be no secret about it. He'd make a show of ogling him and ask him out for drinks, brazen as always.

No, Demoman seemed unlikely. Doubly so because Spy knew from experience that the man wrote in Scots, just as he spoke, which made his English even harder to parse in written form.

The writing of the letter was clean, precise, almost designed to be hard to identify. Surely, typing almost all of it had been a clever way to avoid handwriting analysis.

Which would be doubly important for a man with difficult-to-read handwriting. Medic, perhaps? Spy could rarely understand the scribbles the doctor threw onto his blackboards in the lab, and more infuriatingly: official documents that he needed to interact with. It was chicken scratch to his eyes, and he had to fight to make out what the hell the man was even trying to communicate. The love note would have been unreadable in Medic's handwriting, so a typewriter would be a clever move. Certainly, the vocabulary and formality on display seemed a closer fit for him than anyone else on the team.

But Medic had no shame. He certainly only partook in clandestine behaviour spontaneously, improvising his way through life to a degree that frankly stressed Spy the hell out. There was no way the man would bother with a note, let alone typing it up, especially when he maintained that his handwriting was perfectly legible, na schönen Dank auch! He, like Demoman, would likely just come out and say it, likely in an embarrassingly public scenario, likely with an inappropriate amount of familiarity, and wonder why everyone was staring.

No, no, it couldn't be him. Spy grumbled quietly, taking another sip of the whiskey he held in one hand, a pencil threaded between the index and middle fingers of his other hand, which drummed on the top of his desk as he hunched over it, eyes busily scanning the page once again. If there were a substitution cipher, the key would have to be contained in the letter itself, possibly in some sort of pattern in the words.

No clues in the capitalization. No clues in the words that started sentences or paragraphs. He counted the commas and periods, no pattern or morse code to be found. He took another sip of whiskey and sighed.

Soldier couldn't read, and admitted it wasn't him, so that was out. Unless he was trying to throw him off the trail in front of the others...

Heavy, while straightforward and confident, was also cagey with his more easily-bruised emotions. It could be him. Surely, leaving a note and hoping for the best, hoping to avoid the attention of the rest of the team and finding very few excuses to get Spy alone to speak with him, could be his style. The language was florid enough to speak from his poet's heart, but it was also too complex for the man's grasp of English. Had it been in his native tongue, he was sure a love note would read exactly like what one would expect from a doctor of literature. But Heavy would likely never allow any third party to translate something so intimate, and not another soul on the team could even read Cyrillic characters, let alone the Russian language. It seemed deeply unlikely.

That left Sniper, Pyro, and Engineer. Sniper was plain-spoken, but also spent most of his life hiding as part of his livelihood. Caginess made sense, and he knew the man had a better vocabulary than he let on, and could play roles when needed for work. It wasn't impossible that the letter had come from him, but it seemed strange, considering their vitriolic friendship. N.G. had complimented his competence at his job, and competence in one's profession was something Sniper always spoke of priding himself on. It would make sense that he looked for that tendency in a partner, as well. Spy admired the man's commitment to his work, and his pragmatism, but he wasn't sure he could handle being the object of affection of a man who was so pragmatic that he threw piss at people and lived in a van. He shuddered, not crossing the man out in his mental list, but dearly hoping that he wasn't the culprit.

Pyro was a cipher of his own. Most of his dossier was redacted, and he kept much of himself very close to the chest, short of his fondness for cute, childish things and his penchant for talking a lot of shit at the slightest provocation. Spy had never seen him write or read, now that he thought about it, but absence of evidence should never be confused for evidence of absence. He shivered, wondering what Pyro's affection might look like, and leaving a love letter absolutely seemed his style. Typing it rather than doodling it in crayons and markers, though? If if were him, someone else had probably sprung the idea, which suggested co-conspirators. Considering Pyro had been excited to let Spy solve the riddle in the first place, that did make him seem a more likely suspect.

Engineer definitely had the vocabulary, though he only showed it off when he was looking to show off. He was also clever enough to type it to cover his tracks. But would he be the sort to leave a love note? He wasn't exactly the kind of man who wore emotions on his sleeve, usually only allowing camaraderie and anger into the open, like your stereotypical American man. But secretly, was he a romantic?

Spy thought of quiet nights around the campfire, when Engineer would strum his guitar and quietly sing old folk songs to fill the silence, his strong jaw and dark eyes illuminated by the dancing firelight. He'd sing of home, of struggle, of love, of all sorts of things, his warm, throaty voice low and gentle, barely above the strings that hummed along. But this was man who says he's not qualified to answer questions about the nature of beauty. Maybe it was just a matter that one cannot analyze such things objectively; one has to feel them, and his image of propriety got tied up in his concept of logic somewhere along the way? Could there be a romantic behind that facade, betrayed by the beauty of his songs?

Spy set his pen down, looking away from the page to stare off into the middle distance. He took another sip of his whiskey and frowned. Well, shit. He didn't know who this mysterious N.G. was, and he had yet to puzzle out anything about him. But somehow he had just deciphered his own emotions, and was left with a heavy pit in his gut at the realization that, oh no, he had feelings for Engineer.

But what if he wasn't N.G.?

But what if he was?

"Merde."

[the-moon-and-stars]

Hello- I GET SCARED REQUESTING BUT- May I request Tsukasa x reader-?

A/N: I don't know why it took me so long to get that out, your account isn't even around anymore. Which is fine I'll just dm it to your discord :) I know I haven't been alive in so long with these oneshots, this summer has been extra busy and draining for me than usual. There will be more coming out soon, just please enjoy.

Warnings: Yandere Behavior, Kidnapped, Very fast Stockholm syndrome

You were tied up in a chair, blindfolded with your hands tied behind your back. You couldn’t hear very well and already feel the panic rising in you. You didn’t know where you were until you kicked your feet around. The floor was wet and made a ‘splash’ sound, was this a boundary? How did you get here?

You were too nervous to say anything, you didn’t want to alert any possible monsters that may lie within this mysterious boundary. The splashing noise was enough itself and you were too afraid to put your life at risk just to know your surroundings better.

You stood quiet, as you heard the sounds around you make wind-like noises and a low chuckle echoing from around the closed room you were in. You felt your heartbeat rise once you listened to the feet of the figure hit the floor, alerting you that it was near you due to how close the sound was.

The chuckle you heard was hard to make out but it had a pitch to it, something that immediately reminded you of one other person.

“Tsukasa…?” you whispered, unsure whether to feel frightened or relieved at the thought of it being Tsukasa rather than some other supernatural being.

You felt the palms of your hand begin to sweat as your nerves shot up with anticipation, wanting to know who the mysterious person could be. Were they behind you being so helplessly vulnerable like this?

“Y/n..~” you heard the voice say your name, making your throat dry. You could almost hear the devilish intent that lay behind that voice. You heard footsteps walk towards you, short and sweet. Not much walking was needed.

1 step, 2 steps, 3 steps.

Once more, silence. Your heart was racing in your chest as you felt like crying right then and there. Should you just plead for your life? Maybe they’ll pity you.

Everything froze once you felt an ice-cold hand touch your bare cheek, making you flinch. You were too scared to say anything, to fight back in any way. “You look so beautiful, just seeing you shake from my touch..” the voice chuckled, sadistic and psychopathic was what this creature was. “It’s exciting”

The figure moved its hand to behind your head, pulling on a string that held the blindfold so tightly to your eyes, feeling it slowly loosen and move down to hug your neck. You looked up and were met with golden eyes, looking at you with almost a crazed expression.

His raven black hair covered the tips of his eyes as one of his fangs stuck out once his smile turned into a grin. “Tsukasa?? What are you doing, why am I here??” You finally mustered up the courage to speak. You looked around, not that you could see far, everything was still blurry after being in the dark for so long.

You were terrified. Tsukasa and you were here, supposedly alone and he looked like he could do anything to you right now. He was scaring you. Or maybe, was it what he was capable of that scared you and not so much the situation itself?

“Don’t you get it, Y/n?” he moved his hand down to your chin, making sure to move slowly so he can feel the warmth of your face. He lightly grips the bottom of your face to make you properly look at him, causing your hands to ball in a fist out of nervousness.

“I love you.”

“Eh..?” You were confused, who does this to someone they love? Did you even feel the same way? Everything was happening so fast, that it didn’t make sense to you. Why couldn’t he just give you flowers and call it a day?

He chuckled, amused at the facial expressions you were making. But his amusement soon changed as he was growing impatient. It’s not that hard. Just love him back, say you love him too and let him know that you feel the same as he does.

“Don’t you love me too, Y/n?”

His voice sounded almost desperate, yet demanding as though there was a wrong answer to the question. He leaned in closer, seeing how nervous you were, did you have to think about it? There was only one answer. Just, say it.

“Tsukasa I... I don’t know..” you winced at your own words as you looked to the side, afraid of what Tsukasa’s reaction might be. His eye twitched at your answer before it suddenly dawned on him. You weren’t sure, he still had a chance to make you fall for him, not that there was any other way around it.

“So.. you’ll just stay with me to find out,” he said blankly, causing your eyes to widen. Stay with him? Here? In this creepy-looking boundary thing?

“Stay with you?? But, I have my mom and my friends, I..” you saw his eyes darken at your response. How did you get yourself roped in this situation?

“Y/n, I said, you’ll stay with me to find out.” he moved his head back, standing straighter as his dark aura diminished. “I just love you so much, I need you.”

You couldn’t help but blush at his words, this is such a crazy situation nor is it really ideal when you imagine someone confessing their love towards you. You stood silent, not wanting to say the wrong thing as you continued to let him speak.

“You’ll enjoy your time with me, you’ll want to be with me every second.” He tilted his head slightly as a cat would as he mumbled something, making his black wisps circle around you and undo the ropes that once held your hand together. You could’ve run, but you stood still, placing your hands within your lap as you rubbed the marks the rope made on you, wincing from the rope burn.

Tsukasa’s eyes narrowed at your wrists as he kneeled in front of you, grabbing your hands softly and holding them out forward. So many ideas rushed to his mind at once, all the things he wanted to do to you, with you. You watched the boy simply stare before feeling his lips peck down on the marks that were slowly beginning to fade.

You blushed at his actions looking to the side as the thoughts of leaving slowly left your mind. Would staying really be so bad? Maybe your mom wouldn’t worry, or even care. You look back at the boy in front of you and feel yourself smiling. ‘Maybe I will stay..’ you thought to yourself.

Tsukasa moved his lips away from your wrists and quickly intertwined your hands together with his, his eyes were glued to yours like he was trying to read your mind.

“Tsukasa..” his eyes never left yours, waiting for you to continue. “I want to stay.”

You figured he’d be confused at your sudden change of heart, but he was over the moon, he immediately wrapped you in a tight hug and you could hear his ‘yayy~’ near your ear.

You didn’t feel anything wrong with this. He just wanted you to love him.

There’s nothing wrong with that.

[intothegenshinworld]

can i get a creator reader just sitting there holding a severed ear because they got into some trouble with the 'churls and lost their ear, but they still have both their ears after they find out they can regenerate body parts. asking.. for a friend? yae miko, jean, amber, lumine (and whoever you'd like to add)

Creator!Reader who can regenerate when hurt

Warnings: No graphic descriptions but; mentions of you missing finger (lumine), mentions of you having a wound (yae), mentions of you having a slash on your arm (jean), mentions of you scraping/a cut on your leg (amber). 

Really didn’t think I needed to warn anything else besides the missing finger, but o well. It’s really not graphic, I promise.

NOTE: Heya! I hope this was alright as well? I didn’t focus on them losing an ear specifically but more on the generation part! 

One day you had a weird run-in with some of the monsters in Teyvat. Normally, they'd be relaxed around you, -maybe because you are their creator-, but today they seemed on edge. When one of them unexpectedly hurts you, your companion was shocked to see you regenerate when they tried to tend to your wound. 

LUMINE

It’s not uncommon for Lumine to join you on adventures. She liked spending her spare time with you, and offered her sword should you ever need protection! And truly, she felt so SO guilty when she saw you get hurt. Her first instinct was to attack the hillicurl, but she immediately noticed that the monster itself was shocked when it saw you hurt! Lumine rushes to you and tries to stop the bleeding. She looks calm on the outside but is definitely panicking when she notices your missing pinky

'Lumine!!' You call out in a shocked voice. When the outlander turns around she sees you wiggling your hand. She is quick to scold you, 'Don't move your hand so much, you-' Lumine drops the bandages when she sees all five fingers on your hand. Not knowing whether she feels relieved or terrified she replies, 'Please never do that again, your Grace.'

YAE MIKO

Yae Miko considers herself capable enough to protect you. She takes you to more adventurous places so you can explore, mainly because no one else is brave enough to take you with them. Yae usually teases you and tries to scare you so you'll cling to her arm, but when a ruin sentinel popped up from the ground- she is quick to crush it. When Yae turns around to check on you she sees you grasping your hand while shaking. In all these years she saw many wounds, she knew your wound would heal. She gently takes your hand but before she can take action, light emits from your hand.

You blink a few times, the remains of your tears fall down from the corner of your eye down to your cheeks. 'Huh?' You shake your hand and surely the wound is gone, -the pain as well! Yae sighs in relief, her hands are still holding yours as she speaks up, 'My my,' She closes her eyes and smiles. 'You’re full of surprises today.'

 JEAN

When you first arrived in the the city, Jean had devoted herself to protect you like she protected Mondstadt. You often sat in her office, reading a book while she did paperwork. You liked her presence and she loved yours. Whenever Jean has to leave the Favonius HQ you’d always follow her, and she’d let you. When Jean got a message about lurking abyss mages she wanted to check it out herself. The Acting Grand Master felt confident enough to protect you, so you had decided to come along! The walk to the cave had been peaceful. Jean hardly relaxed but with your stories she felt time pass by much quicker.

The air gets punched out of your longs when Jean pulls your body to hers. The laughter of the abyss mage quickly died down as Jean created a powerful gust of wind to knock it down. In any other situation you’d feel flustered being this close to Jean, but the sharp pain in your left arm ruined the potential romantic moment for you. ‘Your grace!’ With the abyss mage knocked out on the ground she focuses on your wound. Her fingers graze over the slash, but as her fingers trail over your skin she sees the wound illuminate a bright glow before it starts to repair itself. You mutter a few thank you’s thinking that the Acting Grand Master healed you. ‘I never knew you could do the glow-y thing.’ You tease. Jean’s fingers are still trailing over your skin while her other hand holds you close to her body. With a smile she says, ‘You did that yourself, your Grace.’  

AMBER 

Outrider Amber is quick and smart. She knows the entire layout of Mondstadt like the back of her hand, and sadly this does include the hideouts of hillicurl camps as well. Amber told herself that she’d take a quick break from her work when she saw you in the Whispering Woods by yourself. What was a short greeting, turned into a deep conversation leading to Amber almost forgetting the reason why she came here. ‘With a hillicurl camp this nearby you shouldn’t be here’ -she had told you. You explained that the monsters accepted your company as creator and you wanted to show her! With a bit of hesitance she leads you to the camp, -bow and arrow ready.for attack-, but with you waltzing straight in how was she supposed to take all of them out!! 

Amber shoots a fire arrow at the hillicurl charging towards you. To her surprise it was only one that seemed to notice you, and while you didn’t get hit by the hillicurl, you still fall backwards into the grass. With bad luck your leg scrapes over a metal part laying around and giving your leg a nasty cut. Amber races over and leads you away, supporting your body until you’re a bit further away from the camp. When she reaches down to cover your wound, she is surprised to see you stand on both legs without pain. ‘Woah! I didn’t know you could heal!’ You exclaim excitedly. A warm light comes from your wound and you move your leg to get a better view of it. ‘Your Grace-’ You look at Amber who looks relieved and confused at the same time, ‘I’m very certain that I’ve never healed anyone. And I don’t think a vision can make your wound glow like that.’