#please take this from me i'm PLAUGED by him

[willowser]

HMMMMM bakugou being just. the absolute picture of sin.

he works overnight and comes home early in the morning, around 3 or 4 am or so, and you greet him and give him a kissy and ask how it all went. and even though it's still dark outside and he's been working for twelve hours—he's still coming off patrol, right ? so he's still got some energy left, and he eats something and takes a shower and winds down as you fall back to sleep.

and it's not until much later in the day that he wakes up, early afternoon, and you're kind of tiptoeing around so that he can get his much-needed rest. you slip into the closet of your bedroom for something and you think you're gonna get in and out without a sound, but his hearing is so attuned to just about anything and everything at this point.

so rough and raspy, he grunts out, "what're y'lookin' for?" and you whip around real fast and he's just—

half sitting up in bed, bare back leaning against the headboard. an arm behind his head, so that his bicep is tense and round and stone-solid. stretched like that, his obliques are more prominent, taut and rippling up the side of his ribcage. he must have gotten hot while passed out, as he usually does, because the comforter is all askew; one of his legs is bent, the fine hair a dark gold in the waning day; the other is hanging off the bed, lightly swinging as he watches you, and the blanket has come down enough that you can see the bulge of his thigh muscles beneath his stupid tiny black boxer briefs.

and he's just so. man. in every single way.

(his hair is flat on one side, too, and his eyes are still a little puffy from sleep—but you think that adds to it, all in all)

[rubyreduji]

[minors dni] [read part 1 and part 2] [no one asked for this it's just been plauging my mind despite my mixed feelings on this series]

you scowl at your refection as your look yourself over in the mirror

your thighs and your chest are both scattered with a surplus of dark angry marks and you know you won't be able to wear shorts or any low cut shirts for at least a couple weeks

lately whenever you and wonwoo are fucking, he acts like it's his life goal to cover you in as many hickies as he can, you think it's part of his weird territorial thing. not that it matters, it's not like you're sleeping with anyone else (you still don't know if that's a good or bad thing)

recently you and wonwoo have fallen into a kind of...situationship. you guys aren't dating but you're not not dating, you honestly don't even want to think about it

it doesn't mean you're not just as grossed out and annoyed by wonwoo as usually are, it's just now that when you are he fucks your brains out or does something relatively nice for you like finally cleans all of the dishes out of his room

he's taken to finding new ways to annoy you though, like covering your whole body in purple bruises for his own weird satisfaction

you don't even bother to put on a shirt or pants as you storm across the apartment in just your undergarments and burst into wonwoo's room

you hate being in wonwoo's room and you nearly trip over the clothes that cover his floor as you open the door but you don't let that distract you from the goal at hand

"wonwoo" the man in question is sitting at his desk, headphones on over his hair matting it down. you cringe at his posture and the way his desk is littered with emtpy cans and bottles

wonwoo turns in his chair to face you and smirks when he sees your form

"look at me, this is honestly ridiculous"

wonwoo presses a key on his keyboard and then takes his headset off "if you're trying to seduce me right now, i'm in the middle of a game, give me like twenty mintues and-"

"i don't wanna have sex! i want you to stop chewing the fuck out of me"

wonwoo walks up to you and pulls your body into his and you scrunch your nose up in disgust at the way you can tell wonwoo hasn't taken a shower in a couple days and has attempted to cover it up by wearing cheap body spray

"but you look so pretty like this, all mine and for nobody else" wonwoo twirls a strand of your hair around his finger and you bat his hand away, not wanting his greasy fingers on your hair

"wonwoo i'm not joking-"

"i'm not either. don't you like it baby? belonging to me, being my pretty little fuck toy. admit it, it's a little hot"

you hate wonwoo and you hate him for knowing your weak spots. your thighs rub up against each other and wonwoo catches it and knows he's got you trapped

wonwoo cups your face and pulls you into a kiss and you allow him. this has been a growing problem where you keep giving in to wonwoo and his odd charm that makes you so angry you just have to fuck him

wonwoo guides you back to his gaming chair so you straddle his lap as he sits down. neither you nor wonwoo seem to want to pull away from the kiss so you continue to class your lips together as wonwoo reaches behind you and unhooks your bra

when your tits are free, wonwoo reaches up and gropes at your breasts. you moan into his mouth from how tender your chest is from all of the hickies

"are you gonna let me fuck you now?"

"y-yes, please"

wonwoo smirks and reaches between your bodies to pull his cock out of his pants. it only takes him a few pumps to get it up to full size and he rubs at your pussy for a few seconds before lining himself up and thrusting into you

it's definitely not enough preparation and it burns when wonwoo enters you, but instead of cussing the man out you just dig your fingernails into his shoulders

wonwoo is only in you for a couple seconds before he stops his movements "shit, my game!"

with you still in his lap, wonwoo turns to his pc and slides his headphones back on

"wonwoo, you cannot be serious right now i-"

"shhh, just be a good girl okay, it won't take long, you can't be that needy can you?"

"you are unbelievable"

"ah, ah, you better be quiet, i'm playing with your brother and you don't want him to hear you when i unmute now do you?"

that's all it takes for you to shut up and wonwoo smirks as he unmutes his mic and goes back to playing his game. if you listen hard enough you can hear your brother through wonwoo's head set and you want to gag at even acknowledging your brother's existence while his best friend's cock is buried inside of you

a shiver is sent down your back when you feel wonwoo's hand trail down your spine and you have to bite down on your lip so you don't whimper outloud

you're starting to get impatient and you starts to rock your hips against wonwoo, trying to get more of something

wonwoo tuts at you, but doesn't stop you. in fact, his hand moves to your hip to help guide you as you start to fuck yourself on his cock

"yo wonwoo, you good over there?"

"i'm fine, just a bit distracted" wonwoo's voice sounds a bit tense and you hope it's not obvious what you two are doing "might have to hop off soon"

"bro if you have a boner right now i'm going to kill you"

"nah i just have to talk to y/n about something" you glare at wonwoo, why is he bringing you into this

"oh gross, i forget you two live together, i should have never set that up, i don't want you corrupting my little sister"

"you can say what you want, but i think the arrangment is going pretty well" at that wonwoo bucks his hips up into your particularly hard and you gasp

"dude are you sure you're okay?"

"i'm sure, don't worry about me" wonwoo seems checked out of his conversation with your brother now as he steadily bounces you up and down in his lap

"whatever, i'll let you hop off but you better play me again later"

"yeah, yeah, sure whatever" with that wonwoo slides his headphones off and turns off his mic again before grabbing your hips "you're a dirty girl, you know that? do you want your brother to know about us? or are you just such a little slut you couldn't be patient?"

wonwoo meets your pace with small thrusts and you bury your face into his neck

"hey, answer me" wonwoo flicks at your clit

"too needy" you mumble into his neck "needed you"

"that's what i thought, desperate little thing"

"woo, wanna cum"

"my pretty little slut wants to cum?" you nod "fine, but only on one condition"

"anything" you tell him, too desperate to think properly

"i get to mark you, on your neck this time"

"yes, yes, anything, please wonwoo i need to cum" you barely even hear his demand before you're agreeing

"that's my good girl, cum all over my cock" wonwoo's fingers play with your clit as his mouth attaches itself onto your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin

the combination of his fingers, mouth, and cock drive you crazy, pushing you over the edge. you let out a filthy porn star level moan as you clench down on wonwoo, your hands gripping onto his biceps

while wonwoo is still marking your neck, he cums inside of you, pulling your hips flush against his as he does. when he's finally milked dry he finally pops his mouth off of you

you came here to yell at wonwoo about marking you all up and the only thing that's come out of it is another hickey, this time on your neck

"i knew you liked being marked as my property"

fuck

[spiderlyla]

Malfunction — Miguel O'Hara

final part of the tensions series. you can read part 1 & part 2 here!

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"What?"

Silence filled the room as Miguel's voice echoed throughout the house, the varients surrounded him.

"What do you mean there is a malfunction?" He's glaring at his left wrist, fingers tapping his gizmo repeatedly in a –failed– attempt to get through to the system. LYLA floats infront of him, glitching out every few seconds.

"A—bzzt!—bug appeared in one of the new portal codes—bzzt!—it's solvable, I'm working on it—" LYLA keeps flashing, reappearing then dissappearing. "No one will be able to go home till then–bzzt!–might take a few hours boss. LYLA out!"

The last words of the hologram were accompanied by a message that rang out in the rest of your gizmos. A little cartoonish doodle of LYLA appeared, with a loading screen and a timer. 10 hours. "Please be patient!" was written under the loading bar, with a childish amount of smiley faces beside it. Panic swept everyone by a storm, as whispers turned into murmurs and then turned into shouting.

"What the hell? I had a date with my MJ back home—This is the third time I'm standing her up now!"

"Oi, this is why I told you lads to make your own gizmos."

"Hobie, you're not helping—"

You make your way through the crowd to the front of the room beside Miguel, who was still angrily trying to put in the passcode to the system, only to be rejected over and over again. Margo and Peter were trying to access anything but it was to no avail. The system had a complete shut down.

"Miguel, the result won't change when you keep punching numbers in. The system is shutting us out." Your voice snaps him out of his frustration, and his head turns towards you, eyebrows furrowed. His eyes turned a deep shade of blood red, his sclera black. The sight was incredibly off-putting for anyone else, but you stood your ground, putting a hand on his shoulder. "We're lucky none of us aren't glitching out. LYLA must be handling it." As soon as your warm skin came in contact with his, you flinched, that damn spark again. You took a few steps back, looking at the ground. "You need to calm everyone down. As their leader and all."

Miguel closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened, his sclera was back to white again. He took a deep breath in, and looked at the crowd, who all hushed as soon as he turned around.

"The system is down." He spoke plainly, "It's being resolved, and it seems for the time being, the portal function is not available. Meaning we can't go home."

"But it's 9 PM. Are you suggesting we sleep here? Pretty sure there are only two guest bedrooms." Gwen's voice came from the back, and the discourse started again. "Yeah! How are we all going to fit there—"

"We could all sleep here...you know. On the ground." Your suggestion wasn't ideal, but it certainly was better than mindless arguments. "The inventory function is still avaliable. You could all grab a sleeping bag and we could all squeeze next to each other. Try to get some sleep so the time passes quicker." A few grumbles erupted from the crowd, but it was soon silenced by everyone checking their gizmos.

"Are we—"

"I'm calling dibs on the couch!"

"That spot near the window is mine!"

"Hey!"

You stood back with a smile, as you watched everyone scramble to reserved a spot. Jessica and her husband were helping everyone rearrange the placement of their stuff, making sure no more frustration insued. Someone cleared his throat beside you, and you looked up.

"Good job. Smart problem solving." Miguel grumbled, pressing on his gizmo, a black sleeping bag materialising out of it. He did not adress you for the rest of the day, not after that incident at the lake. Your chest heaved at the memory.

His soft lips, his tan skin glimmering with water droplets, his maroon eyes fixed on you, his strong grip on your waist. His little teasing comments and that last request he asked of you.

Why was he making you feel this way?

You shook your head, brushing away your efforts, "There is nothing we could do now, so it was the only solution really." When you looked back at him, you caught his stare. "You should make co-leader, you know? Alot of things will go smoother if you—"

"Don't push it." His once wistful and gentle gaze turned hard, he turned away from you, putting his sleeping bag by the window. "You're still as reckless as ever, cutting in when I was speaking. You're just lucky they're easily distracted."

Miguel was unsure why he said that. It was completely contradicting to what he thought, to what he said earlier, to what he really felt. He wasn't even able to think of a solution that fast, and if it weren't for you, he'd probably have gotten so frustrated that he broke his gizmo.

He heard you huff, "You know what, nevermind." Your chirpy tone died down, he'd pissed you off. "Everytime I think we are bonding, you just..." He felt a pang in his chest, the disappointment in your voice felt like a knife twisting at his back. "Whatever, Miguel."

He almost turned around, turned to apologise. He was a prideful man, but for the first time in a long time, he felt geniune sorry over his actions. He didn't like this anymore, he didn't want to argue with you.

"Hiya, sweetness," The voice of a very familiar varient rung in his ears, and he froze in place. "Did you find a spot to put your sleepin' bag? I saved you one by me."

He didn't like this. Didn't like the thought of it. He didn't like it when he saw you with him. He didn't like it when you'd laugh with him. He didn't like it when he saw you on that boat with him, and he certainly didn't like whatever this was implying.

"Hey." He heard your feet shuffle, taking a few steps away. "Yeah, I'll come." The words made him close his eyes, letting out an angry grunt. This should be none of his business. Your personal affairs shouldn't matter to him, he shouldn't be getting bothered by the thought of you all cuddled up near another man.

But it did. And he's been denying it for longer than he wanted to admit.

"You—bzzt!—gotta—bzzt!—do something about this." LYLA dissappeared as soon as she appeared, but he shook his head.

This would never go the way he wanted.

—

Turns out, sleeping on the ground with a bunch of your varients didn't guarantee you any rest. You were squeezed between Patrick and Hobie, both snoring very loudly and laying very comfortably. It seemed like you were the only one awake, and when you checked your gizmo, the loading screen had moved a little, displaying the timer at 6 hours. You'd honestly kill to be at your shitty apartment right now, sleeping soundly on your bed, the only noises audiable being the wind howling and the pattering of rain on your window.

You got up, moving Hobie's arm from ontop of your abdomen, Patrick's leg from on top of yours, and carefully made a path to the backyard door. You slid it open carefully, stepping out into the cold summer night breeze. The chill was refreshing, the smell of water and leaves instantly erasing the sounds of Hobie's snoring pattern.

You walked a little towards the oak tree infront of the lake, only to see a figure standing by it. He stood slouched over something, mumbling and grumbling, robe swaying in the wind. You knew that back profile pretty well, and you didn't know if you wanted to speak with him. Not after whatever this is he was doing with you.

Once you turn around and step away, you step on a twig, and he speaks, loud enough only for you to hear.

"I know you're behind me." He moved his head just in the slightest, his eyes meeting yours. You turned around and walked towards him, looking away. He wasn't the only one who could play this game.

You stand queitly beside him, pulling the fabric of the oversized shirt Jessica gave you closer to your body. A few hairs stood up at the back of your neck. He was staring at you.

"What?" Your voice is queit, but sharp.

"You're cold." He moved, slipping the robe he wore off of himself. "You shouldn't—"

"I'm fine. Keep it."

"Deja de ser terca." His hands wrapped the fabric around you, setting it on your shoulders and tying it up by your waist. He was leaning down, his hair brushing against your forehead, his hot breath on your neck.

He paused.

You stood in silence, cheeks heating up at your proximity. A feeling you've suppressed deep down resurfaced, that flame you felt in your core whenever he was around. His stupid musky cologne filled your senses. For a moment, you could swear he moved, leaned in for a little more. You could swear you felt his lips on your skin and you could swear that you almost groaned.

Then he straighted up, putting his hands in his grey sweatpant's pockets. "It's breezy. You could catch a cold." He mumbled, "Oh, and you care so much if I catch a cold, huh?"

"I do." He stated simply. It catchs you off gaurd and you look up at him, only to find him staring away at the lake, moonlight reflected in his ruby eyes. He looked dazed, like something was on his mind. "What are you doing up anyway?" You asked, fiddling with the hem of the robe.

"I don't exactly sleep."

"Sheesh, okay, explains alot about you."

"What's that suppose to mean?

"You're an asshole more often than not."

He lets out a dry chuckle and shakes his head, "Why are you not sleeping?" You went to answer, but you heard a grumble, it was no louder than a whisper, but you heard it. "Patrick not cozy enough for you?"

With raised brows you look at him, and he glances back, ears reddening as he realised you must've heard him. "Tsk, why do you care?"

"Stop asking me that damn question."

"No, really? Why do you care? You don't like me, you don't really want to know why—"

"I've never said I don't like you, don't put words in my mouth."

"See this is what I'm talking about!" Your voice got a little louder, "I don't know how you feel about me. You invite me to meetings just to argue with me, then get upset when I don't come and argue with you for the next," His face contorted, "You joke with me, tell me how competent and smart I am compared to anyone else, then put me down—all at the same day—"

"I never mean to—"

"Then on top of all of that, you—you do all these mean, demanding things yet you look at me like.." You look at him, and his brows are furrowed, his nose scrunched up, yet that damn look in his eyes, that never truly left since you fell into the lake together, was still there. You couldn't pinpoint what it was at first, gentleness, admiration, confusion, but now it seemed as clear as day what it was.

You find your throat tightening, and no matter how hard you tried you couldn't speak.

Shaking your head, you turn around. You couldn't do this, not right now, not right here.

"You don't understand anything, do you?"

You stopped.

"Sorry?"

"You act like I'm the only one who's confusing," He takes a step towards you, his large frame obscuring your vision of the lake. "You act like you dislike even speaking with me, ask to be left alone, and when I do just that, you get upset." He took another step forward, "You hate working with me, yet you want to assist me with every single thing you can. You—" He paused. "You spend all of your time with him," Miguel leaned down, his face mere inches from yours. Your cheeks reddened, your eyes glued to his, his glued to your lips. "but you would kiss me if given the chance, isn't that right?"

You stand paralysed, and he stands hovering over your lips. Everything in your body was telling you to launch yourself forward and do it, but you couldn't. You let out a shaky breath, and Miguel closes his eyes, looking down, exasperated.

"Just what on earth are you doing to me?"

"I'm not—"

"You're like a plauge." His face contorted, "You're painful, and bothersome. When I try to get rid of you, you come right back, and I can't help but let it happen—"

"Miguel—"

"—You're consuming me." He wasn't looking at you anymore, he looked like he was struggling to put his words together. "You're consuming my thoughts, eating away at my chest, making me ache when I see you with someone else."  Moonlight reflected in his ruby eyes. "I can't drive you away, I don't think I want to anymore."

Miguel took a deep breath. He was not the best with words, but LYLA was right. This will kill him if he kept it to himself. "Do you really want to know why I've been like this? Because I can't trust myself around you. Me vuelven loca—"

[You drive me crazy]

"You don't know when to shut up, do you?"

"What is that suppose to—Mmph!"

A shockwave ripples through his entire body, as if someone had electrocuted him. Your soft lips are pressed on his, that sweet perfume of yours filling his nostrils, your hands cupping both his cheeks. An arm wrap around your waist, a fistful of the robe fabric bundled up in his fist as he deepened the kiss further, his other hand tilting your face upwards a little. He was desperate, catching your bottom lip between his, only pausing for short breaths before kissing you again.

You pulled back, hands now resting on his chest, as your arched yourself back, pressing your body against his. The hand that was on your cheek slid up your thigh, pushing the fabric out of its way. He was leaving kisses on your jaw, peppering your neck with bites, your scent clouding his thoughts.

"Miguel.."

"Te deseo. Siempre te he querido, desde que tengo memoria." He sounds gruff, hoarse, and his body feels warm. You couldn't keep restraining yourself anymore, not when he had you like this.

[I want you. I've always wanted you, for as long as I can remember.]

"Was that—Ah, right there—so hard to admit?" His fangs grazed the spot right below your ear, his voice no louder than a murmur.

"It was."

—

The next morning, right after breakfast—which cost Jess so much money that Miguel had to promise to pay her back, everyone took their leave. The bug in the system was a tricky one to track, and even harder to resolve, but LYLA did well.

You decided to stay back a little after saying goodbye to Patrick—whom you thanked profusely for executing your little plan and going along with it for so long— and the rest of your friends to help clean up. Jessica was feeding the baby, her husband was washing the extremly cartoonish amount of dishes left behind, and you were left rearranging furniture and giving the place a sweep. You were currently struggling to move the dinner table back to its original place, your body still ached from the night before.

"You're going to break your back doing it like that." The unhelpful comment would usually be bothersome to you, but this time, you smiled, your cheeks flushed. "Then you come move it, smartass." A fluorescent red web stuck to your back, another one to the table. He pulled back, you into his arms and the table back into its place. "Fácil."

[Easy]

You rolled your eyes, folding your arms over your  chest. "Show-off."

"I dont know, maybe you should work on your core strength a little. Nothing wrong with working out." You could hear him smile without even looking at him.

"Oh, thank you for the advice. I'm fine though, just a little sore so I couldn't move around that much."

"Sore, eh?" He looked around you, making sure no one saw him as he placed a kiss to your temple. "Yeah, sleeping on the ground does that to you, doesn't it?" 

" 'suppose it does."

You were unsure how everyone did not notice how much of a good mood Miguel was in even with that malfunction, and how nobody noticed the love bites on your thigh when your dress rode up your leg or the obvious hickeys on his neck, but you guessed it was because of the awful sleep everyone got.

The two of you smiled at each other, Miguel's thumb ran up and down your side. "Lo siento, I was a little pent up."

"A little?" You laughed, "A little is an understatement."

"Oh, please, it technically is your fault."

"Are you two..getting along?"

Jess's voice alerted you. You moved away and Miguel let his hand fall to his side. The two of you huffed, "Of course not." Miguel grumbled, although if she'd looked closely

"I heard you laughing."

"At him, not with him." You moved away to continue helping, and Miguel looked back at Jessica. She winked at him, and he scoffed, his ears reddening as he struggled to keep his stoic expression on his face.

"I'm not thanking you for that."

"What are you talking about?"

"You messed with the system and got us all stuck here. Just so this could happen. You're the only other person besides me who has the passcode to the portal function's files."

"I gave you a push to confess and you also got laid, Miguel, I think it's only fair to get a little bit of appreciation."

"..."

"Go on."

"Fine. Thank you."

a.n: finally got this done! thank you sm @general-dweebous for the idea again <3 Time to go back to writing dad!miguel and more requests.

didn't write the smut, might write it and post it separately unsure yet🤭

[linktheacehero]

Darkness. He was surrounded by the pitch black void, standing on an invisible floor with the only company being a hissing sound. Link looked around, trying to find the source but to no avail.

"Little hero..."

He froze. He recognized that voice.

"Did you think you could escape me so easily?"

Tendrils shot out from the abyss, clamping onto his face. Link screamed in pain, it burned to the touch even as he tried to claw them off. Suddenly he felt immobilized; his wrists, ankles, and neck held on by the tendrils and began to move him like a puppet.

He tried to call out, but nothing came.

"You have no power here." Majora whispered in his head. "You played my game, and now we're going to finish it properly~"

A figure formed out before him; his heart stopped.

Zelda. His beloved, wonderful princess Zelda stood in front of him with a smile that could make the sun envious. She called out his name, stretching out her hand to take his like they've done a thousand times.

He felt his arm reach towards her, taking her hand- before tightly gripping it with an inhuman strength. She cried out in pain, and Link screamed in his head.

STOP IT. LET ME GO! LEAVE HER ALONE!

The mask only laughed. "Oh, but we're not done with the game, little hero." His arm pulled the blade from his back, Link felt his blood run cold.

No no no no no no. Stop it! Please!

But he could not, crimson soaked his vision.

----

Link awoke screaming, clutching the bed sheets, drenched in cold sweat as his heart thundered. Zelda arose quickly, brows furrowed with concern to her boyfriend's state.

"Link what's wrong? Are you alright?" She reached out to touch his hand, when he pushed her away and fell onto the floor, eyes widened like an animal in fear. "Link?"

"D-don't come close!" he warned, pushing himself to the corned of the room. "I'm dangerous!"

Her highness' heart ached for her hero; what monsters plauged him within his dreams?

She kneeled before him, hands placed on her lap, watching him curl himself up into a ball to shield himself from the world. From her.

She couldn't reach out to him with the comfort of her hand as much as she wished, but she could in an alternate way. Softly, she began to hum her lullaby. She noted the twitch of his ears, registering the song, how his breath changed from rapid to ease.

He reached out a hand towards her, and she gladly accepted it with a gentle squeeze. Zelda inched closer, testing his boundaries to see what he allowed. When he didn't push her away, she brought him into her arms and rested his head against her chest.

Link held onto her as if his life depended on it, tears soaking into her nightgown as he cried into her arms; she felt her heart break with each whimper. "Do you want to talk about it or get distracted?" she asked, kissing his hair. He traced the word 'talk' into her skin, and she adjusted themselves to be more comfortable. "I'm listening."

He let go of her to speak, his hands still shaking from the panic but she observed nonetheless. When he finished his explanation she could only stare in horror. Masks that held spirits both good and evil, a world doomed to burn in three days and repeat, her beloved having to suffer *again* and be subjected to a living nightmare over an item she gifted him.

She cupped his face, wiping away his tears with her thumb caressing over the scars she's intimately come to know. "You've dealt with so much grief for simply having a kind heart." She kissed his forehead, "you've never deserved such tragedy." Link melted into her, moving himself to be as physically close as he could be while Zelda rubbed circles on his back. Maybe she couldnt erase what time had done to him, but if she could bring him the comfort and love he deserved, then that was enough.

[dynamightgod]

Blood of the Dragon

Pairing: kiribaku(established), kiribaku x reader

Word count: 4,398

Warnings: sexual content, minors and ageless blogs dni, aged up characters, fantasy AU, violence, paganism, abo dynamics, 

Inspired by skyrim and Zelda. This is the longest fic ive ever written. I hope you all enjoy it. Please reblog like and comment. I might continue this if it does well, just wanted to get it out of my head and on paper. 

Not proofread

The rider carried swiftly through the dark and dense forest, the heavy panting of his thoroughbred lost on his ears, only one thing on his mind. Flee. Deliver the message and flee. The dread that had plauged him since the shadows first came to Redstone, were closing in. He could feel the nimble, icy tips of their fingers as it bled closer and closer, ready to consume him, silence him forever. 

But he had a mission. And God's be damned, he would complete it. One last time. 

The brilliant lights of the watchtower guarding the human city of Redstone came into view. He sighed with relief, relaxing his hold a little as he began to feel safer. 

A flash of gold light envelops him just as he reaches the forest edge. The next thing he knows, he's on his back, staring up into the night sky, the pounding of hooves, letting him know the horse has fled, towards the village or into the forest he does not know. 

He never finishes his thought before the darkness finally takes him. 

Chapter One

"I need to see Bakugou. Now! Let me through." Eijiro Kirishima, a strong warrior, hard as a rock and fierce as any dragon, glared down at the servant who refused to let him enter Bakugou's bedchamber. The sounds of skin slapping skin, hoarse groans and meek little moans greeting his ears. 

"His majesty is busy right now as  sure you can hear Master Kirishima." The servant responded quietly, her eyes looking anywhere but at the hulking figure before her. 

Although chivalry is something he prides himself on, Kirishima moved the woman with one arm, slamming open the door to the Dragon King's bedroom. 

As Dragonblood, they abide by the A/B/O dynamics, Kirishima can see immediately that Bakugou is in the throws of his rut. The omega beneath him winning and gripping the sheets tightly as he pounds into her. And she should be so lucky to serve her King during his ruts. 

"Katsuki?" Kirishima says loudly and firmly, causing the other man to only look up at him, teeth gritted, eyes narrowed and sweat dripping from his body as he continues to mercilessly fuck the poor omega beneath him. 

"What." He snaps, mumbling a fuck as he pushes the omega's head down into the furs that cover his bed, her whines muffled by the heavy blankets. He smirks. "Wanna join Kiri?" Kirishima links his lips. It's a tantalizing offer for sure. He worshiped his king. He loved him. Despite his crass and brazen ways. 

"We received a raven this morning." The red head bites his lip, drawing blood when Bakugou gives a particularly hard thrust. 

"Shut up omega. You can take it. All you're good for." He snarls down at the body beneath him. "What news?" He's so nonchalant about it. As if they were discussing the hunt yesterday, before his rut overcame him. 

"Redstone was laid to seige. No one knows who did it, but the Lord Todoroki suspects the dragons." Bakugou stilled his movements. He paused for a moment before shoving the omega away from him. She yelped, falling forward onto her stomach. 

"My king, are you-" 

"Get out. I'm done with you." He barked, throwing a fur lined dark Grey robe over his shoulders. The omega scrambled and Kirishima couldn't help the sick feeling of possessiveness that filled him, satisfied to see she was leaving. 

Bakugou walked over to a table in the left corner of the room. Picking up a crystal goblet, with rubies and precious stones laid into it, he gulped the contents down, never taking his eyes off of Kirishima. 

Bakugou Katsuki, the only son of Lord and Lady Bakugou and heir to all that is Dragor. Born of fire and the blood of the Dragon, it's rumored that Mitsuki paid a witch to help her conceive him. Loud, fierce, violent and strategic, Bakugou's name put fear into the hearts of many in the realm. 

But to Kirishima, he was just Katsuki, his best friend since they shared a wet nurse, his lover later and his confidant. 

"I fuckin hate when they bring in an omega for me. Why the fuck couldn't you be one?" Katsuki growled, wiping his mouth. Kirishima smiled softly, the corners of his mouth lifting only slightly. 

"It's okay Katsuki. I really don't mind."  And he did his best to keep his expression neutral. The truth was that Kirishima minded a lot. Katsuki was his and he was Katsuki's. The problem was that as Alphas, ruts can make them both so aggressive. Anytime they did indulge together during their ruts it seemed like they lost themselves, had a hard time holding back. The sex was always rough and hard and caused too much damage. And Bakugou needed heirs. Kirishima couldn't give him that. 

Katsuki sizes up his lover, not sure if he's buying the story but decides to change the subject for Kirishima's sake. 

"Tell me more about this seige while I dress. Then we'll call mother and father to see what can be done." Kirishima nodded, stepping around the bed as Bakugou disrobed to change. 

"Black dragons, dark as night invaded a little after the evening hour two nights ago…..they say their fire was blue and they nearly destroyed three villages, many were killed. But because they're dragons-"

"I've never seen a black dragon. Our dragons aren't black." Bakugou murmured, mulling over Kirishima's words. 

"But the humans think it was us and with your reputation-"

"My reputation is what keeps us safe." Bakugou snaps. 

"All I'm saying is, it's unsettling and the Todoroki's are pissed. Enji wants blood." Bakugou pulled his tunic over his head and held up his hand to stop kirishima. He'd heard enough. 

"Fuck Enji. I'll take him on any day of the week. The important thing is that there are Black dragons out there. We need to find them, and find out who's sending them." Kirishima nodded, following behind as Katsuki slammed his door open and walked out into the corridor. 

**********

The isle of Elvair

"Concentrate Y/N. Put all your energy into it. Focus on the water, make it ripple." Y/N closed her eyes, putting he'd hands out, palms up as she focused on what the Elder Priestess was saying.

Y/N shifted, huffing out a light breath as she raised her hand, palm up and open above the waters just beneath her. 

"Allow the Mother's spirit to fill you, feel the warmth of her embrace." Y/N pursed her lips, eyebrows knitting, a slight headache beginning to pulse behind her eyes as she rendered her focus and harnessed it. "Now child."

The pressure exploded and as she opened her eyes she saw the waters beneath her rippling, a surprised gasp leaving her lips as little bubbles began to float upwards and surround her fingers, dancing around her hand. 

"My Lady do you see?!" Y/N shouted with glee. The Priestess stood back, arms crossed and nodding with approval. 

"As expected my child. You exceed my expectations once more." Priestess Morena smiled at her softly. A sudden sound of chiming bells had them snapping their heads back towards the Abby, where the evening candles had been lit. "I had not realized the hour child. We should return for supper." Y/N nodded, following the Priestess from the streams edge. 

Morriganna Abbey, in the Isle of Elvair, was something legend. The Isle itself, being completely unknowable to anyone who didn't already know the way. The Abbey to the outside world, was myth, a place where the great mother godess went to rest and be waited on by her Priestess and the monks who lived there. 

To those who lived in the Isle though, it was a sacred paradise. The last one on Earth. The last truly sacred place of rest, untouched by the horrors outside. It was God country, and only the chosen resided there. 

Y/N made her way into the banquet hall. It was modest, made of hard brick and mortar, the ceiling painted with images of the Mother, The Maiden and The Crone. The Green man dancing around a fire. It was beautiful and she often found herself staring up during dinner, imagining the stories they told. 

But tonight the air was tense and thick. The hall silent as everyone ate quietly, whispers here and there shot down with steely glares as Y/N took a seat between her two dearest friends Mina and Tsuyu, both of whom had left the same village as her when they were children to become Priestesses.

"What happened?" Y/N whispered. Mina leaned back slightly and leaned just a little closer to Y/N's ear to whisper to her. 

"There's been an attack on Redstone. No one knows why, just that there were black dragons." Y/N's eyes widened in fear and acknowledgement. 

"So it's true…..the prophe-"

"Maiden Y/N." Y/N's mouth closed instantly, turning she was greeted by High Priestess Midnight, the name she gave herself when she became a High Priestess. She ran the Abbey and held it under her control. She was just, listening to the God's and always loving and compassionate towards everyone there, striving to keep everyone together. 

"High Priestess." Y/N bowed her head and stood. 

"A word please?" The High Priestess motioned for the girl to follow her and she felt all eyes on her as she made her way out of the hall. 

"I had the liberty taken of bringing supper to you in my private quarters tonight." Y/N said nothing, looking instead out the windows lining the dark corridor. The moon was dark tonight, no stars in the sky, it only made the lump in her throat grow with anticipation. 

They came to a door at the end of the hallway on the lefthand side. The wood was old and splintered and the hinges made an awful creak sound as the door opened. 

Midnight's quarters were modest. A bed, a dresser, a chair by the fireplace and a desk for her ravens. A tall standing looking glass stood in the corner. 

On the desk sat a bowl of vegetable and beef stew, a roll and a cup. Midnight motioned for Y/N to eat while she stoked the fire. As Y/N ate, Midnight sat on the edge of her bed, hands in her lap. 

"I know you must have heard by now of the sighting of black dragons." Y/N stopped chewing her bread, setting it down she took a sip from her cup before answering. 

"I have Priestess…." Midnight nodded. 

"Others seem to know nothing of them. The Lord of Redstone blames the dragons of Dragor but we know better." She smiled softly then, looking at Y/N with sad eyes. "I'm sorry it's come to this. We had hoped the prophecy would not come to be as-"

"I've made it to 21 and passed it. But it's only a year. I'm 22 now. Not much of a difference." Midnight chuckled bitterly at that, shaking her head. 

"Ah the God's can be cruel. But be sure there's a lesson in this. Never forget," she holds up her hands, crossing them to make an 'x'. "The prophecy is a crossroads. There is a choice to be made, and as unfortunate as it is for you, it is also your final test. You'll have to choose. I only hope when the time comes you choose right but for now, this is only the beginning." 

"When do I leave?' Y/N's breath was shaking than she wanted it to be. She could tell Midnight could see her distress. She had secretly hoped as well, that the prophecy was wrong. But of course, the fates loved fucking with her. 

"Tomorrow morning. Without goodbyes. It's far to dangerous, what lies ahead. Best to keep it to yourself." Y/N felt her heart cracked. Would Mina understand? No, she would be furious, angry that she had not told her, but only angry because she was so worried. And Tsuyu. Tsuyu would be so hurt. Y/N knew she'd cry. She didn't want to hurt them. 

But the dye had been cast. It was time to move along. 

"Yes maam." 

Later that evening, after the Abbey lights have been dimmed and everyone is tucked away quietly and safely for slumber, a shadow moves swiftly down the corridor, dress billowing around her, cape pulling in a breeze as she made her wait to the Priestess quarters. 

Y/N quietly opened the door to the room she had shared with Mina and Tsuyu, both of whom were fast asleep, her own bed pulled open slightly, waiting to welcome her into it. She smiled sadly, placing the letter she had written beside Mina's head. She leaned down and kissed the temple of each of her friends before bidding a farewell and quietly exiting. She didn't see Mina peek her eyes open and reach for the letter. 

"I will see you soon friend." She whispered, clutching the letter to her chest. She would read it with Tsuyu in the morning. 

*********

Mitsuki and Masura Bakugou were fair and kind to the people they Lord over in Dragor, the Lord of the house known for his compassion and kindness. His lady wife more famously knew for her brash and loud behavior. She loved to brag about how her son had picked up the attitude as it would 'get him farther in life'

"Katsuki? Are you well now?" Masura smiled as his son barged into the court and marched up the steps to the large oak table his mother and father sat at. "Eijirou" the man acknowledged his son's friend. 

"My Lord." Eijirou smiled back before bowing towards Mitsuki. 

"Eijirou." She smirked, giving him a nod as well. 

"Black dragons attacked Redstone." Katauki barked. Mitsuki sighed, taking a sip of wine. 

"Always right to the point. Never any time for a 'hello mother are you well?'" Katsuki's ears turned red at his mother's teasing. 

"Knock it off. This is serious. They think we sent them!" 

"We are already in negotiations with Redstone Katsuki. The raven was sent this morning." 

"Someone needs to track down these black dragons. If it's true we need to know where they are and how they came to be." Eijirou watched the parents demeanor change from playful to serious quickly. 

"We understand as much Katsuki." Mitsuki explained. "Black dragons have been gone for centuries. None of us have seen them. Not even our grandparents….but we are not sending you."

"What!" Katsukk roared, making Eijirou flinch. 

"You have duties here. You are twenty three years old Katsuki." Mitsuki glanced at Kirishima before continuing carefully. "We accept and acknowledge your relationship with Eijirou. He's a fine son in law to be for sure. A man who definitely will be Sainted for putting up with you all this time." Kirishima chuckled unable to stop himself. "But you must choose an omega to sire your heirs. You do not have to wed her but you must choose." Katsuki's heart dropped to his stomach as he looked quickly to his lover. Eijirou smiled, though it didn't meet his eyes. Katsuki knew how this subject affected him. 

It wasn't that Kirishima minded. Any kid of Bakugou's would be his too, Katsuki had assured him relentlessly of that. But the omegas were jealous and conniving. Trying to whisper doubts into Katsuki's ear and ruin what they had. After the last attempt Katsuki had been so enraged he demanded omegas only be sent during ruts. And he never would knot them. He refused to give some 'ungrateful little snake' his kids.

"I've told you. If Kiri doesn't agree or like them then it's a no go. We're a package deal. I won't lose him. Not for heirs. Not for anyone." 

Mitsuki clicked her tongue and sighed heavily through her nostrils. 

"You will find an omega and have heirs or you will forfeit your right to this land. We'll give it to the Kaminari boy." Mitsuki knew that would trigger Katsuki, who growled and sed his fists on the table. 

"Fine. Whatever hag. But I want to know everything that goes on about this." Mitsuki nodded. 

"Understood." Katsuki stood and turned, huffing as he began walking away. Kirishima stood there for a moment, his chest was cracking, he was bleeding, he had to be. He felt like the wind was knocked from his body. 

He didn't want to come between Katsuki and his parents. He knew even with their smiles and kindness that they less than approved of them. They relented because Katsuki's tantrum would have destroyed everything had they tried to deny him. But they wanted him to have children. He needed too. And even if they liked Kiri, that was something he could never give Katsuki. 

He packed his things quietly in the night as Katsuki slumbers, shadows dancing across his face from the fireplace, the light making his skin gleam gold. 

He stared down at his lover, memorizing his face as best he could before going to him. He leaned down, brushing Katsuki's hair from his face and kissing his forehead. 

Katsuki shivered as a gust of wind from the window burst into the room and then fell back into a peaceful sleep. 

**********

Y/N always loved the raft ride back to the mainland. It was calming and quiet as she watched the mist waft around her, the smell of evergreen and oak filling her senses. She felt the energy, the spirit of the place everywhere. 

"Here you are little Priestess….sure you know where you're going?" The monk who had pushed the raft came to stand beside her. She smiled kindly in his later light and handed him four pieces of silver. 

"I can find my way from here. Thank you Sir. And please, keep this to yourself." He nodded, pocketing the money. 

"Safe travels miss." 

Y/N watched the raft disappear before turning to look at the dense forest before her. She closed her eyes, tuning herself into the sounds around her, she had long since learned that nature speaks and those who listen can hear her sweet voice. 

"I'm coming in." She spoke loudly, and with authority, the Priestess in her rising forth as she took step after step into the forest, the trees seemed to almost clear a path for her, allowing her to move freely through their branches. 

She made it a few hundred yards before she heard the sound of hooves approaching her, she didn't stop, not even when the horses thundered past her, three of them, all stopping at the sight of a woman, dressed in Priestess garb, alone in the woods at night. 

"Hey beautiful! Where ya goin? It's easy to get lost in here!"

**********

Kirishima always felt better flying. He'd hopped out the window of the bedroom he shared with Bakugou and morphed into dragon form, choosing to fly higher than the clouds to remain undetectable to poachers below. 

He didn't want to leave Katsuki. But he couldn't bear the thought of having to wait around and watch an omegas stomach grow round with his kids. 

And what of their relationship. A child would strengthen the bond between Katsuki and the omega. No matter what Katsuki said….the child wouldn't be-

"You bastard!" Something slammed into Kirishima's side hard, causing him to break from his thoughts and whip around, nostrils flaring with smoke. 

How stunned he was to see the golden dragon form of Katsuki flying beside him and snarling viciously. 

"How could you leave me like that you bitch!" He growled, shoving into Kirishima again. 

"Katsuki calm down," Kirishima communicated telepathically. "I'm searching for the black dragons." They both know it's a lie, but Katsuki indulges him, not wanting to embarrass him. He doesn't know what he'll do if Kirishima runs again. 

"I told you before and I meant it! I won't lose you! You're not alone. You're never alone." They locked eyes, everything else fading away for a moment.

"Come back pretty Priestess! Such a lovely maiden!" Their ears perked. In dragon form their senses were heightened, they could hear in the forest below them. 

"Eek. I smell humans." Bakugou groaned. Kirishima nodded, focusing in on the heart rate of one of them. It was beating wildly. 

"Stay away!" They heard a woman scream. Kirishima did a nose dive, the sound of a woman in distress bringing out the chivalry in him. 

"Kirishima!" Katsuki shouted. "We shouldn't get involved!" Kirishima ignored his lover, diving down into the woods. 

*********

Y/N was holding her own, fighting off the wayward soldiers as best she could with a large branch. Her dress had been ripped, blood covered her knuckles where she had punched one in the face. 

"Evil wenches don't get treated nicely." One growled menacingly as he stepped closer. 

Before Y/N could swing she felt the earth tremble beneath her. She fell back, mouth open in surprise. A dragon, larger than life, slammed down in front of her, blocking the soldier's view of her. 

"No….it can't be……you're outside your territory." One of the soldiers whispered astonished. 

The Dragon was red, scales gleaming like rubies as it beared its fangs and growled. One of the soldiers moved, ready to attack, when another loud thud had them screaming and running into the woods. A second dragon, smaller but just as fierce, landed on their other side. This dragon was gold, with red patterns etched into its scales. They were beautiful and the young Maiden was terrified.

The red dragon turned to face her. She cowered, holding her hands in front of her face to try to shield herself. Afraid his fiery anger would be turned on her. 

"I'm sorry if we frightened you. We heard you from the sky and thought you might need some help." Y/N had no reaction all worn out from surprise as the smooth and kind voice filled her ears. She slowly lowered her hands. 

The red dragon was gone. Where he had stood was a man, with fiery red hair tied in a loose braid that was thrown haphazardly over his shoulders. His eyes were a soft red like molten lava almost, he looked on her with concern. He was huge, nearly seven foot, broad shouldered and all muscle. His chest bare, revealing a splatter of dark black curls on his chest, leading a happy little trail down where she did not dare look. He was fully nude standing before her as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world. And with the smile he wore, it really could have been to him. She blushed, turning her face to the side. 

"If you please sir…..Your….modesty…" She stuttered. 

"OH! God's im.sorry! Shit! Hold on let me put on some pants. Katsuki!" A pair of brown trousers is thrown at his face. Out of the woods appears what she can only assume to have been the second dragon

 The gold one. This man was smaller, about 6'5. His hair was blonde, shaved under and on the sides, the blonde spikes showing how wild and unruly he kept his hair. His eyes ruby red and piercing, as if he was looking right through her into her soul. His chest was bare, sleek and firm, he wasn't as muscular as the red dragon. But he was toned, his body hard from years of dedication to training and he looked mean. 

"Put some pants on. And you, the he'll are you doing out here at this hour." Y/N gripped the branch in her hands. The blonde's eyes flickered between it and her, keeping his distance but still watching her closely. 

"I could ask you the same question Dragon." She hissed, her words like venom as she spoke. 

"She's a Priestess! Can't you tell Katsuki! Look at her dress." Y/N blushed, realizing just how torn and revealing her gown now was, the once pure white fabric now stained and dirty. 

"Sure are a long way from the Isle Priestess."

"I could say the same for you Dragon. Dragor is east of here." The blonde smirked coldly. 

"Maybe we're out hunting. Looking for meek little things like you to gobble up." Y/N flexed her grip on her stick. The red dragon placed a hand on the one he called Katsuki's shoulder. A look of disapproval having the blonde click his tongue and roll his eyes. 

"We really did swoop by only to help. We heard your scream and I kind of nose dived." His cheeks turned a light shade of pink at the confession, causing a tender smile to form on Y/N's lips. It made Kirishima's heart flutter, while Katsuki couldn't stop staring at how perfect her lips were. Though if either of then ever caught him he'd deny it. 

"I'm alright really. Actually, if you don't mind my asking. Have there been sightings or reports of black dragons in this area?" Both dragons snapped their eyes to her, their breaths stilling. Her brow knit in confusion, unsure if she'd said something wrong. 

"You're looking for the dragons too?" Katsuki asked, his eyes narrowing once more. "Who are you?" 

Who was she? All she had ever known was priestesshood, nothing more or less. And the terrible prophecy that had plagued her for years. 

"I am Y/N. Priestess of the Isle of Elvair." She revealed nothing more. The red dragon smiled and bowed at the waist. 

"I'm Eijirou Kirishima. General of the Dragon armies and confidant of Lord Katsuki Bakugou." She looked at the blonde behind him. He was smiling smugly, his chest puffed out and eyes gleaming with pride as he looked at her. 

"And you are Katsuki Bakugou? I assume your parents are Lord and Lady of Dragor?" Bakugou snorted, crossing his arms. 

"No shit." She pursed her lips with distaste. If he was gonna be rude she could give it right back. 

"Well oops sorry," she said sarcastically. "Being practically raised on the Isle, we never took interests in the others in the realm. Our sole purpose was preserving the old way and protecting the sacred space of the Gods." The one named Katsuki faltered a little, not expecting her to not know who he was. But she had a fair point. The isle did not involve itself with the realm. It was separate. 

"Well um hey!" Kirishima said, trying to resolve the tension that was brewing. "If you're looking for the black dragons too maybe we could all go together. You'd be safe for sure and maybe having you with us could help us with the humans and interacting with them." Katsuki slapped Kirishima on the back of the head. The other smiled meekly, rubbing the spot where he was struck. 

Y/N chewed on her bottom lip, weighing the possibilities. If she allowed them to accompany her perhaps the prophecy could be changed. It wasn't solid, but it was worth the risk. 

"Alright…but we walk. We can't have you flying in the skies and being spotted by poachers or Redstone. Katsuki groaned.

"This is stupid."

"If you wanna find the black dragons you'll do it." She snaps back at him. He growls, clenching his fists. 

"Careful shifty Priestess. You're still a human and I could easily eat you." She rolled her eyes. "Fine! But I call the shots and you two follow me!"

***********

The dark figure moved down the hallway swiftly, heels clacking on the floor as she lifted her dress to quicken her pace. The howl of bats and black dragons piercing the silence in the decrepit castle she made her way through. 

"My King!" She burst into the throne room. It was falling apart, the ceiling gaping, the throne covered in bloodstains. Suitable for the man sitting on it. 

"Toga? You have news?" He scratched his neck stiffly, shifting in his seat to peer down at his servant. She clapped, dancing on her heels gleefully. 

"Mhm! The dragons laid pretty heavy damage to Redstone!" Dabi commanded them and just as he said, they sparked a brewing fund between Redstone and Dragor. The man grinned, nodding his head in approval. 

"The time is coming when black dragons and monsters will rule over Eldoria. The four nations will become slaves under my rule and those of us outed by society will have the justice they seek." 

"But what of the prophecy? Should such a Priestess come into play-"

"My dear don't you know how the black dragon prophecy ends?" Toga shook her head innocently. The king smiled wider, his face grotesque as he chuckles. "She will meet her end and we will conquer. For now we hit the Isle of Elvair next. We eliminate all the Priestesses and all the Monks. No one to try and end our reign once the Isle is a pile of ash and smoke."

[vaicomcas]

So the whole slaying of first borns in Egypt reference in season 8 sent me down a spiral.

I had no idea about the whole plauges of Egypt.

But it made me wonder about Godstiel.

Like Cas wanted to make things better, right?

He asked for obedience. And killed who ever refused.

For him disobedience leads to punishment, he both saw it over years with humans and experienced it himself several times.

Also I think it was because he wanted to return the should once he was done fixing things.

It makes sense doesn’t it?

They stopped the apocalypse from happening once but it was stared again. But if there was no one who wished to restart the apocalypse then his efforts would prove to be permanent. Because if he hadn't killed they could always have acted again after he gave up the powers.

All of Castiel’s actions in that period are completely justified, and like didn't do anything new or unseen either, God punishing people has been going on since forever, right?

Of course, there is leviathan influencing him and them taking over completely, which I feel was a huge thing too

Yes, I agree. I don't know if you have seen my eight point post "Justice for Godstiel" that argued some of the same points.

I will add one more point. At the time, Season 6/7, nobody knew yet that the real God of SPN universe was evil. All we knew was, God left that universe (of course it was possible he was just not making his presence known; but as far as the angels knew within the show, God left). So Castiel saw that the universe needed a God to right wrongs, so he stepped in. Furthermore, he saw how God's design was full of injustices-- (recurrent apocalypse being only one) and decided to be the better God. See this interchange in 7x01:

DEATH: Stupid little soldier you are. CASTIEL: Why? Because I dared open a door that he shut? Where is he? I did a service, taking his place. DEATH: Service? Settling petty vendettas? CASTIEL: No. I'm cleaning up one mess after another -- selflessly. DEATH: Quite the humanitarian. ... DEATH: Really bought his own press, this one. Please, Cas. I know God, and you, sir, are no God.

Now, at the time in the show, this was designed to demonstrate that he has "gone off the deep end of deep end". That he was drunk on ego for thinking he could be God or even better than God. Using Death's voice, this was the show's judgment and incrimination of Castiel.

But they were wrong! So wrong! Eight years later it was found out that God was "Chuck" and was evil and petty all along! Castiel saw the "messes" God made and strived to undo them! Deciding to be better than God when God is evil is the sign of a visionary and hero!

I've posted about this AU before but I think it makes more and more sense now. The rest of the show, Seasons 7-15, was just the SPN God punishing Castiel for having seen through his evil and tried to stop him, when nobody else even dreamed of it.

Thanks for sending this ask, sorry for the late reply, I was on a trip and didn't have access.

[hiseternalmayfly]

Heaven's Plauge and Love Love sugar for u n Vash please!!

-battywlove 🩷

Heaven’s Plague: Do you associate your F/O or selfship with a specific non-flower plant? Weeds, carnivorous plants, grasses count. Just not flowers.

I'm not sure if it counts but tree roots? Other than that my associations with him are ONLY flowers. He loves red because of geraniums and I'm unsure of the flower he grows when he's under control but I also associate that with him.

Love Love Sugar: Just gush, but in the most over-the-top yearning way you possibly can. Please overuse the heart emojis if possible.

God Va.sh means the entire fucking world to me. He genuinely brings me so much happiness and he's mine and mine alone! He heals the parts of me that hurt and I heal the parts of him that hurt. After everything he's been through I just wanna take care of him, constantly kiss him and let him know it's okay to not be okay. Give him everything he's been denying himself from 150 years. No more pain, just me and him and the world with us. I cry thinking about him he just,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,VA.SH MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME AND I NEVER WANT TO LET GO OF HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[penelopepserver]

Spirit phone gang + whiteboard fox!

before we start, special mention to Samena as it was her birthday yesterday! Happy birthday Samena Leeching!

KAY SO the server has gotten its 3rd whiteboard, and it's ALREADY OFF TO A BANGING START<33 it's mostly Kolby x Arabella, Spirit phone gang, more Kolby and ofc, Pin and Ted mucking about being idiots. Mentally well Ted is now a thing and will continue to plauge us into the future.

Unfortunately, i did accidentally crop out but news: Kolby can float! Does this mean he can fly??? That's just a theory, a game theory.

Another theory (which isn't really a theory but more rather something I really wanna point out), but the spirit phone gang, while they haven't gotten the MOST showtime together are clearly a found-family dynamic which is only the most heartwarming, gutwrenching and tearjerking thing I've EVER discovered. PLEASE, I AM SUCH A SUCKER FOR FOUND FAMILY DYNAMICS<//3

So, obv you have Morphine. The mother-dad. The uptight, clean and fussy one. Then, Morphine's perfect contrast, the violent and silly Captain Pickles! The adventurous and energetic dad to keep up with their just as energetic son. Have I mentioned that Morphine x Pickles is such a cute ship? I ship it. I do. They're literally enemies to lovers. I don't know if you've noticed, but IVE noticed how they talk to eachother whenever they agree on something. It's SO cute and refreshing... though, obviously I'm still a bit fan of their back and forth banter.

Where was I? Oh yeah, moving on- professor Fibblestew, their old grandad. I just love elderly characters. Then we have the main couple themselves: Kolby and Arabella. I'LL KEEP IT SHORT AS IVE ALREADY POSTED ABOUT THEIR SHIP but basically they're childhood sweethearts+boss x underling+soul mates. Don't believe me?

FEAST YOUR EYES. even if Arabella was COMPLETELY DIFFERENT, KOLBY WOULD STILL LOVE HER!!! THEY ARE PERFECT IN EVERY POSSIBLE WAY!! UGH MY HEART I CANT TAKE THIS.

Oh yeah, Kolby = hyper son

Arabella = angsty goth gf

now, honourable mention to their.. strange uncle of the family dynamic... Henry!! Yay? ....yeah, no. Haha. No. We don't talk about him. Who we DO talk about is Pip however! We haven't seen much of Pip but what we do know is that they are a demon in the form of a young girl, comprised of a flock of crows- assuming Pip gets a warm welcome from the family: I can't WAIT to see what this new addition has in store!!

[gallusrostromegalus]

So Herschel Learned A New Trick

I moved into my current neighborhood in the middle of the 2020 plauge summer, and consequently I know fuck all about my neighbors and they know fuck all about me, except I might have changed that last night.

Herschel is coming up on his first birthday, and like most baby corgi, he is a hyperactive little shitgibbon that thinks everyone in the world exists to pay attention to him, and he's not totally wrong. So every so often he will invent a new trick for funsies, and his lastest one is the "D'aww": He'll pick up one of his toys, carry it over to wherever Husbeast or I are sitting, wait until we look at him, then sit with his back to us and dramatically flip his head back to show off his toy and his beast "Ain't I A Cutie?" face. It is. Dangerously adorable.

Now, he's very good at judging user engagement and will hone his tricks for maximum attention and treats, which means he's got one toy in particular that's his favorite to do this with. My neighbor had given us a box of her former dog's toys when we got him, and one of those toys is a totally plain hard black rubber sausage-shaped tube that you can stuff treats into and entertain a puppy for up to 20 minutes sometimes, but...

Yeah, it looks like a Dildo.

So you can imagine the first time he did the D'aww and suprised me with the Donger Dog Toy, I fucking howled. And now Herschel thinks this is THE toy to do this trick with for maximum attention.

Now, I've also been trying to teach him to carry a toy in his mouth when we go on walks because it keeps him from eating garbage, so last night when he picked up The Treat Tube when it was time for his late-night walk, I told him what a good boy he was and let him take it out with him. Would I have preferred one of the stuffed toys? Yeah, but it was 9PM on a Thursday who was gonna be out to see this?

Well, apparently it's the hot new thing to do an Early Trick-Or-Treat with a smaller group of children to only a select few houses, and it's honestly not a bad idea- less risk of covid exposure, since all the houses are in on it you can make sure the treats are all allergy-safe without singling out a kid, and you don't have to do it Halloween Night which is a school night this year.

None of this helped me when I turned a corner to find a gaggle of children and PTA Parents, and the World's Most Outgoing Dog sprinted for them, sat down with his back to them and dramatically revealed his toy- a 10-inch black rubber tube- on a dimly lit street.

The children naturally only saw A Puppy and fawned attention but I was hit with three PTA Moms telepathically beaming the message IS THAT A DILDO?? at me with some Very Intense Eye Contact.

"I Swear To God That's A Dog Toy." I blurt out.

Two of the Mom's break Eye Contact to lecture thier children about "ASK if you can pet the dog!!" But one just starts laughing her ass off about this. She's about 4'10, there's an open wine bottle in her jack-o-lantern bucket, and she and both her sons are Batmen. She's a remarkably convincing Joker.

"I'm so sorry, he loves people, that's his favorite chew toy." I explain as Herschel rolls over, esctatic for belly rubs, hurgling little goblin noises around The Tube.

"He's adorable. I just hope he doesn't sleep in bed with you!" She says, before leaning over conspiratorily. "-He might be a real danger to your husband!"

So now I have a new neighborhood bestie and my dog is determined to show everyone his Moderately Alarming Toy Suprise Trick, which is gonna be a real hit at the Vet's Office next week.

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(if this made you laugh, please consider donating to my Ko-Fi or Patreon so I can buy Herschel even more morally suspect Dog toys)

[peakyblindersxx]

come home with me - finn shelby x reader

a/n: you have @michaelgreys to thank for this one (& the gif!!! check her out she's amazing). s5 finn cause god damn!!1 i honestly dont have much to say about this one other than it's definitely self indulgent and not even god can help me at this point. i'm working on p4 to whiskey buisness rn as well as some requests, thank you for all the sweet comments!!

love, abi xxx

my masterlist

prompt: finn hates you so much he might want to fuck you.

warnings: nsfw!! smut, pretty fluffy cause he's baby 🥺

Working for the Shelby Company wasn’t difficult, except for one thing: Finn Shelby. You were one of the many secretaries, in charge of conveying messages, filing papers, and many other important things, such as making sure the glass decanter of whiskey sitting on the bar cart in Tommy’s office was never empty. It wasn’t a very taxing job, but Finn went out of his way to get under your skin in every way he could. Maybe it was the fact that you wouldn’t back down, having a quick retort to anything close to disrespectful that he said to you. The other brothers never said a thing to intervene, Arthur even telling you he was glad you had a backbone.

“Finn’s a cocky thing, eh? Too cocky for his own good. A girl like you’ll put ‘im in his place,” he had slurred, while you collected the letters he’d asked you to mail.

“Dunno, Mr. Shelby,” you’d mused. “Seems like he’s got some sort of problem with me.”

“Don’t even bother with that, he’s just an arrogant fuck. Probably got some sort of crush on you an’ is too shy to do shit about it. You know, first time he fucked a whore, he said sorry,” Arthur grunted. You’d chalked up his admissions to the half empty bottle of whiskey that he was clutching and the light dusting of snow on his right nostril. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if the looks Finn shot your way, though seemingly out of irritation, meant something more. You couldn’t lie, you’d thought about what it’d be like to feel the youngest Shelby brother’s bow-shaped lips on your neck, his hands on your waist. It couldn’t be true, you resolved; Arthur was just wasted and you were delusional.

Monday came, and Tommy had asked you to work in the betting shop for the next few weeks. “Make sure Finn’s not fucking up,” he had grunted, taking a long drag of his cigarette, clear blue eyes barely leaving the stacks of paper that littered his massive desk. Of course you’d agreed, but you were nervous. Something about it made your heart beat faster in your chest. You took a shot of whiskey before you left, hoping the dark liquor would help calm your nerves. Isaiah insisted on accompanying you, telling you there were too many people that didn’t like them around there and to make sure someone was always with you for the next few weeks. You were grateful for his presence, the jokes he cracked easing your mind as the two of you walked briskly along the cobblestone streets. It didn’t take long to get there, Isaiah holding the door open for you as the warm air inside the betting office washed over you. Finn turned to see who it was, a scowl tugging at the edges of his mouth once he saw you.

“Why the fuck is she here,” he drawled, sitting at his desk with his feet up, a half-finished cigarette dangling from his fingertips. As much as you hated to admit it, he looked fucking good, hair neatly combed back, smelling of expensive cologne in a pressed navy blue suit. He was tall, legs stretching across the desk as he sent a glare in your direction, you rolling your eyes in response.

“Tommy said,” Isaiah interjected, sensing the tension in the air. “He said you said you needed more help, or somethin’.”

“Fuckin’ christ,” Finn mumbled, taking a drag from his cigarette before putting it out on the crystal ashtray that sat on his desk, standing to grab a stack of books from one of the shelves behind him.

“Jesus, it’s like I’m the fucking plauge or something,” you retorted, Isaiah stifling his chuckle as he looked anywhere but at the two of you. Finn ignored you, instead setting the pile of books on his desk.

“Come look at this, before I change my mind,” he said, instead. You obliged, walking behind his desk to see what he was gesturing to as Isaiah excused himself, something about “gettin’ fucking plastered, mate!” Finn was easily a head taller than you, so he practically towered over you, engulfing you in a cloud of his intoxicating cologne as you stood so close to him that you could practically feel the heat emanating from his body.

“So, these are the bets, and those are the outcomes,” he explained, arm brushing against your body slightly as he pointed to the different columns written out in the log. To your chagrin, your skin prickled in response, your body unable to control itself. Yet, you pushed it down, not wanting to give Finn the satisfaction of knowing that you wanted him. God knows he’d hold it against you forever. What he was explaining was simple enough, and you were able to grasp it fairly quickly. He was all business, handing you the logs he needed you to double check, as you sank into the desk adjacent to his, pouring over the books and coming to him to confirm small corrections.

However, after a couple of drinks of whiskey (some of which you admittedly consumed), Finn started talking. Small things, like how irritating Tommy was or how much they’d made off a certain horse. He’d never opened up to you like this; it was always a snide remark that usually set off an argument, since the two of you were fairly hot-headed. This time, it was different. Finn was still looking at you, but with slightly rosy cheeks and a smile threatening to spread across his face every time you made a witty remark. This time, you liked the way he was looking at you.

***

Two thirds of a bottle later, you were both on the floor in front of the fire, laughing at something Finn had said. Admittedly, he had said it just to see you laugh. He liked when you laughed, he realized. It was much better than the irritated look on your face that he usually saw. In all honesty, it was probably his fault, he thought to himself. Maybe it was the whiskey talking, but he really wanted to see you smile for the rest of his life. You sat next to him, shoulders brushing as the two of you talked, your jacket long abandoned, revealing the flimsy straps of the black lace dress. You looked so fucking pretty, he couldn’t help himself.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that, right? Always wondered why you hung ‘round us lot, bunch of mean fuckers.” The words fell out of his mouth, hovering in the air between the two of you. You stared at him, slightly taken aback, but the liquor was doing the talking for both of you, it seemed.

“Look who’s fucking talking. Half the girls in Brum would gladly fuck you, even just for a night.”

Finn paused, lighting a cigarette and offering you a drag.“What about you?”

You accepted, taking a puff before passing it back. “What about me?”

He cracked a grin. “Would you fuck me?”

His bluntness took you aback, but you were too far gone to think properly. “Maybe,” you admitted, a coy smile playing at your lips. Finn’s eyes darkened, closing the distance between the two of you until his body was almost touching yours, the tension between you crackling like the fire just a few feet away.

“What about now?” he muttered, lips brushing ever so slightly against your neck, causing you to shiver. He noticed, his hands finding the curve of your hips, searing through your dress. You couldn’t help but tilt your neck back slightly, a gasp leaving your lips as Finn pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your skin.

“Finn,” you moaned quietly, the smile on his lips growing wider as his hands fiddled with the hem of your dress, fingertips sliding underneath to grip lightly at the soft skin of your thighs. “Fuckin’ do something already, christ.”

Finn grinned. “Always got a fuckin’ mouth on you, eh? You’re lucky I find that attractive,” he teased. You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, his fingers found your silk panties, pushing them to the side to rub lightly against your clit, causing you to jolt in pleasure. You were already wet, to Finn’s satisfaction, and he had no trouble pushing a finger inside of you. The moans that were leaving your mouth were sinful, and he savored each one, watching the way you squirmed when he added another, curling them inside of you.

“Look so goddamn pretty, stuffed full of my fingers,” he crooned, sending your eyes rolling back in your head, eyelashes fluttering.

“Finn, please,” you whined, his nimble fingers deftly unzipping your dress and sliding it off, leaving you in your black silk bra and panties. Finn paused, taking a second to drink you in before pressing his lips to yours. They were softer than you could have imagined, hands gripping at your waist as he tugged at your bottom lip for access. You let him in, melting at his touch like butter.

“Want you inside me,” you mumbled against his lips, causing his muscles to stiffen as he sprang into action, pulling you on top of him, lining his already hard cock up with you. He was big, and if you weren’t already so ready for him, you might have been a little nervous. He slowly pushed inside of you, helping you sink down on top of him with one hand as he swore under his breath, using his other hand to unhook your bra, throwing it to the side and exposing your breasts to the cool air, nipples hardening at his touch.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Finn growled, unable to resist from taking one of them into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. The sound you made in response was pathetic, but fuck if it wasn’t fueling his appetite for you. He couldn’t help but push up into you, a tight grip on your hipbones, holding you up as he rammed into you, cock pressing up against your g-spot, sending your vision spinning.

“Fuck, Finn, m’gonna cum,” you cried, eyes sqeezed shut, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pleasure he was giving you. Finn grunted, somehow increasing his pace, pressing kisses to wherever he could.

“Go ahead darlin’, want you to cum all over my cock,” he cajoled, the words sending waves of pleasure through you. You couldn’t help but follow his orders, colors flickering across your eyesight. The image of you cumming just for him sent Finn over the edge, groaning your name as he finished inside of you, dripping down the inside of your thighs. You looked so fucking angelic in the firelight, he had the sudden urge to take care of you.

“Y’alright?” He asked, reaching for a rag to clean you up. You nodded, smiling softly down at him as he couldn’t help but press a kiss to your hipbone. He looked up at you, eyes full of adoration.

“Come home with me?” Finn murmured, hands fidgeting.

“Yeah,” you replied, a glow tinging your cheeks as you looked at him the same. “Let’s go home.”

[pinkpruneclodwolf]

this has been plauging me for a while now so just a quick question but: for the first years (adeuce + ramshackle + epel + jack + sebek) what do you think are their themes and how do yo think they can grow as characters? I always thought that Yuu's themes were agency + relationships (or their lack of therefore) and Grim's being growing up + accepting mistakes/losses with grace. But like I'm not sure and that I'm stumped w the rest too--more specifically jack and sebek and ace's mainly :sob: (I'm pretty sure Epel and Deuce's is acceptance of oneself but putting it at just that seems wrong ig). Please send help.

Ooooh this is such a late answer—

I think of Sebek's theme as lightning that hasn't struck yet, its all thunder (Malleus) but no lightning or just lightning trapped in a bottle. This stems from the fact that he wasn't able to strike yet bc of chapter 7 being last, his late character development, and the fact that the fans don't really fw him rn. I don't like Sebek for all his human hating nonsense, but I do think he has the potential to be a fan fave considering who he might be during/after the events of Chap 7.

Moving on to Jack— i def see the components of the wolf he was based on, lemme give you the run down:

So the plot is basically about a wolf dog whose life begins after The Indians save him, but the pups never accept him, and the leader, Lip-Lip, singles him out for persecution. White Fang grows to become a savage, callous, morose, solitary, and deadly fighter, "the enemy of his kind".

This is all before his mother dies and he has to run away from the camp to soon become a fighter in an illegal ring of dog fighting.

Jack Howl actually parallels White Fangs life pretty well—being singled out by the dorm and dorm leaders, being considered a lone wolf due to the fact that he's not accepted into the pack (Savanaclaw) and during the events of Chap 2 where he's declared "the enemy of his kind" due to essentially betraying Leona's plan.

Epel is based off the apple that poisoned Snow White if we're being point blank—however, we could look at the symbolic meaning:

Being used as a tool for others to gain the upper hand—we see time and time again that with Epel's constant need to want to be independent he ends up embarrassing himself and growing bitter (read: poisoning) until he has someone guide him (read: eat) then he truly fulfills his purpose, like when he grew that plant in just a few days compared to the months that take for it to grow.

I also think he's often overlooked just as how the apple in Snow white is overlooked in lieu of Queen Grimhilde (Snow White's step mother) and the Hunter.

For Ace it's in the name Trappola—which means "Trap" based on a game where the goal is to win with the last trick with the lowest card while also getting 100 points—like uno, you trick other players into thinking your hand is one color or another while also dropping down 4+ or cancel cards (I've never played poker all I know is that you keep a straight face)

You can see this symbolism play a part in how he introduces himself—he tricked Yuu and Grim into thinking that he was a helpful kiddo only to turn around and call you stupid, he skipped on washing 100 windows in favor of going back to Heartslabyul, he ate Riddle's tart instead of making himself a snack—in Chap 3, we know that Ace is smart as fuck when his score is in the 90s compared to Grim and Deuce's, he skipped out on doing the work in favor of winning by "trick" card.

Deuce Spade, going off of the Spade card suit it represents winter (old age), where humans gain knowledge and transform—In Chap 5 we see that Deuce is the second 1st year to develop his UM compared to smart-until-dumb Ace. Spades also symbolise the warrior class and you can see this in his monster like strength and endurance (he straight up fought Jack Howl, took a direct hit from the OB monster in the Mines, and even in his robes a Savanaclaw student stated something about his monsterous strength, mind you this is Savanaclaw known for martial arts and magift)

Deuce means two and two in the card suit means Union, take what you will from that. He's also based of the Horned King, from his primary summoning object being Cauldrons, something the Horned King sought after to unleash an army of cauldron born warriors.

@mia-pon289 said that Yuu had the base of Chernabog, the devil in Fantasia, specifically the hide behind appearances base.

Again take from that what you will.

Grim also shares a base with Chernabog, the fire base—you can see that in his void ability being primarily blue fire.

I think these def play a role in how their relationships form—Sebek is quick to lash out, Jack is tsun because he doesn't want to get close to people (his base lost a whole lot of people its actually sad) Epel's base comes out in his toxic mindset about masculinity and femininity, Ace's base shines in times where he has to trick people to get what he wants I mentioned that he utilizes weaponized incompetence, Deuce's base shines with his ability of cauldrons and being ruthless (the horned king is actually one of the most ruthless in the Disney universe), and he does right by his name in the transformation and gaining knowledge although he doesn't retain it well.

Grim and Yuu literally are in our faces about being two in one. And Chernabog also has wings sooooooooooo.

Overall, this was a rundown rather than a theory.

[doopy-n-loopy]

Yandere prompt: Yan!Yamato/Tenzō x reader

This story is related to my Yamato headcannons, so the reader is a female medic nin

// Yandere themes, toxic relationship, mentions of violence

(key: y/n = your name)

"It's for your saftey, you'll see"

Yamato said from across the dark room he kept you in. Your entire body was shaking due to exahaustion and your pants filled the air. It has been the second time you've tried to escape, it's surprising that you we're even able to get out of your room by yourself. Even with all the effort put in, all the sweat shed from your skin, it all went to waste as you were curled up below Yamato, looking like a sick dog while he seemed unfazed. As if he wasn't just chasing you from across the forest.

Earlier that day...

Yamato had left the house he made in the forest to keep you in, it was another normal day for him. Go out, do some minor task that should take about a few hours, and come back home so he can watch over you.

"I'm gonna be back in about 4-8 hours, I love you, y/n-chan "

He said to you sweetly. Showing that he wasn't expecting you to have made a makeshift lockpick out of the silverware he gave to you. He wasn't even sure how you got past the paper seals which would activate if you stepped over them.

Yet you did, you surprised the ninja once again with your stealth and agility. You would have gotten away, but the universe wasn't in your favor.

Unfortunately for you, Yamato overestimated the time it would take to finish the quick job and came back earlier than expected. He knew something wasn't right when he touched the door handle. Something just felt different.

As he walked into the house, he could definitely tell something was wrong. The doorhandle seemed to have been tampered with.

"y/n-chan, I'm home!"

He called out to you. No response but that was to be expected, you didn't like talking to him. He set his bag down onto the dinner table and walked over to the door leading to the basement where you were kept. He went to go take the key out of his pocket when the door shifted open slightly. Yamato stopped midway through rummaging in his pocket for the key and stared at the door for a second.

"y/n?"

He called out downstairs again, this time with a hint of worry in his voice. All he heard was his own voice slightly echoing off the stone walls. He then raced downstairs after no response and looked into your cage, stunned at the sight.

You were gone.

Yamato's disbelief was soon followed up by fear. He dashed upstairs, grabbing his ninja tools and running outside, not even caring to close the door behind him.

You've been running for a minute but to your bare feet it felt like days. Splinters and stones made its way under your fragile skin however you didn't have time to think about that. All you were thinking of was getting as far away from the house before your legs gave out. Hopefully finding a cave on your way.

Being a medic nin means you can't fight. So hiding and running are your best skills, you can hide your chakra and scent as well as use that chakra to propel yourself forward to stretch longer distances faster. Even though your stealthiness has been praised throughout Konoha, almost no one can hide the scent that comes from blood, and your foot was bleeding. That was your biggest mistake.

The sun was setting and you were running out of breath, stopping momentarily to catch yourself. As you leaned against a tree you felt the sharp pains in your foot that came from random things being lodged in there, and winced, immediately sitting down against the tree.

You began working on your foot to get the sticks and stones out as well as patch yourself up, while you were doing that, Yamato was getting closer and closer.

The brunet was running in the direction where you left clues behind- broken sticks, light footprints, sqaushed greenery, and the most noticable: blood. There wasn't much blood but enough to notice right away due to it reflecting the soft orange glow the setting sun had. His mind was racing with horrible thoughts

What if y/n was hurt?

What if someone took her?

Many "what if's" plauged the wood man's mind, he shook himself out of his thoughts after he slowed down for a moment to peer at the tracks, they seemed more recent, the blood wasn't completely dried up. He smiled to himself as he continued running, knowing he was gonna find you and be reuinited with you again.

You took out the last branch, feeling the pain ease a bit. You quickly put your hands over your feet and a soft green glow appeared between your soles and the palms of your hands, sighing in relief as you regenerated the missing skin cells on your feet. You didn't have much time to relax though as you felt your captor's chakra nearing you. You quickly finished up and ran off in the direction you were originally going. If you were wiser, you would have taken a turn.

Yamato came to the tree you sat on, kneeling down to pick up the bloodied wood chips that were just lodged in your feet. He threw them down and continued following your tracks, hoping that it wouldn't get too dark before he found you. It would be a pain to track someone like you in the dark.

You were getting extremely tired and your legs were burning, you reached a small cave and stopped running, deciding to just walk in it. You could still faintly feel Yamato's chakra from afar but you didn't care at this point. You needed to sleep.

Yamato arrived at a cave awhile after you, he looked around to make sure your footprints really ended there, and made his way inside.

There, you were peacefully asleep. You had collapsed shortly after you entered the cave. Yamato's footsteps echoed across the cave walls, waking you up immediately. You saw his shadow that was cast from the light outside sliding along the stone wall of the cave. Quickly scrambling to your feet, you ran deeper into the cave, deep enough to where you couldn't see. Hitting your face against something hard, you realized you've ran into a stalagmite and quickly ran behind it and crouched down, steadying your breathing.

You focused in on Yamato's footsteps, making sure to keep track of his position at all times.

"y/n-chan, I know you're here"

The wood ninja said in a slow, smooth voice which seemed a bit deranged. This made your heart beat faster in fear. As you constantly heard him call out your name, your heart basically jumped out of your chest, you've never been this afraid before.

Then, he went silent. Your heartbeat slowed down and you focused your hearing to try and find him, but to no avail. Until you heard a voice right beside you, which sent shivers down your spine.

"Found you"

The taller man whispered into your ear. You shrieked in terror and jumped about 7 feet back and continued to bavk up. All while Yamato was slowly approaching you.

"Y/N-chan, why did you run from me?"

Yamato said with the same slick tone of voice, continuing to approach you. You stood there in terror before you decided to turn and run away. You yelped as your hips and chest was grabbed by something, quickly restraining your movement. It was wooden beams coming out from Yamato's arms. The wooden beams then swung to the side, hitting you against the cave wall. Yamato walked towards you until his chest was pressed up against your back, the wood he used to restrain you receeded back into his arm and now he was pinning you using his body.

"y/n-chan, why? You know I love you, more than anyone in the world"

His creepy voice was now burned into your memory as his warm breath could be felt against your ear. You moaned uncomfortably but that only got a chuckle out of him.

"p-please"

You begged, choking back a sob. He responded by setting his chin onto your shoulder. You looked up towards the ceiling and clenched your teeth.

"'Please' what, my sapling?"

He responded, planting soft kisses onto the nape and side of your neck.

"l-leave me alone...why are you doing this to me?!?"

Yamato went silent at your response. He didn't like your answer. Before you could react, he quickly took ahold of your weists and turned you around so that you were facing him and he had your arms pinned above you against the cave wall. He had a sadistic look planted onto his face as he pinned you down, his smile was wide and his eyes were fixed on your face.

"Why, my sapling? Why do I do this?"

He said with psychopathic tone

"because we belong together... You and I were meant to be, you know that, my little sapling"

His right hand let go of one of your wrists but he quickly took ahold of it with his left hand so you don't struggle. He brushed the back of his fingers on your cheek. You began struggling about and yamato attenpted to hold you down, but you broke free and hit him with a chakra infused punch, sending him flying to the other side of the cave with a loud crash.

You booked it for your life once again only to be stopped in your tracks by the more experienced man with a wall of wood.

"tsk tsk tsk, that won't work on me"

He groaned, obviously winded from the punch. He watched as you slashed at the wall of wood he created, only strong enough to chip off a chunk at a time. It wouldn't be so bad if the wall didn't regenerate itself.

Yamato snickered at your struggling, it was cute to him. After some time you began to slow down until you dropped to your knees on the cold cave floor. Yamato walked over to you and kneeled down, taking in the sight before him.

"Let's go home, my little sapling"

Yamato said sweetly as he lifted your chin up with one of his fingers so he could look into your dead eyes. The wall lowered down into the ground until it disappeared entirely. Yamato picked you up bridal style and whispered sweet words into your ears. At home, the locks were strengthened and the security was much tighter than before. Yamato was now right on top of you, snuggling with you in your bed. You've gottwn accustomed to his affection. To the point where you now crave it. You no longer want to leave, he's successfully manipulated you into loving him.

Kinda short Ik, this is one of my first times doing a one shot so yeah haha

I'm gonna post a yandere prompt list soon, once I do you can suggest characters for me to write fanfic about

[robin-goes-brrrrr]

The Flash #768

A promising start!

Welcome to another running commentary that no-one asked for, but I'm plauging you with anyway :)

I went into this remembering that someone had said that Wally was going to be the Flash from now on (Fucking finally). I just was hoping that they'd stop shiting on him. He deserves to be happy.

I'm not opposed to this art style but this cover is freaky

Bats and Supes' expressions here are very extra. For Bats, i feel like there's a laugh track playing somewhere as a voice says "Oh Bats" then credits roll. Also I'm gathering that Wally, Linda, Iris and Jai are all together? Freaking finally, Wally deserves some happiness.

Bitter Oliver Queen can fuck right off. He's making me unhappy :( It wasn't Wally's fault 🖕🏼

"Fair would be Roy standing here instead of him"

Yeah but no Ollie. Roy's alive! He just hasn't contacted you because of dumb DC writers (But seriously though, please don't kill Roy again because then I'll have to kill you). But once again, Oliver, fuck right off.

These random people are something else

I would also bet on Wally

Rude

My dude here asking the real questions

There's always one

By this point I was slight confusé, because i thought Wally was gonna be the Flash, but now they're taking his powers? But I soon learned there was shenanigans in store ; )

Glad to see that when Wally's dusted, his hair still remains. And the idea of Flash just running normal speed everywhere is hilarious to me lols.

Lol the sass (Oliver is deserving of some right now, the bastard). And oooooo, serious eyes. Tbh I'd have serious eyes if someone implied Wally was dead.

I can't find one particular panel to display this and I'm nearing the dumb 10 image limit, but caveman era Wally really shows off how much of a beautiful secsi boi he is.

I love him referring to himself as 'the ginger' lols

Ooo he lurk.

Wally is such a man child. That Brachiosaurus (The power of Google) looks so offended.

He's fairing oh so well in this era, as seen in the below panels of him succeeding (sorry for the shitty quality, blame the tumblr image limit - click on it and zoom)

Success 👍🏼

Not gonna lie, my first thought here was that Wally got caught in the meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs lol (or maybe Wally is the meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs oOo)

That nose, oh my Christ. And oOooo Gold Beetle? Interesante

I'm a bit late writing about this issue. I read it a few days ago and i wasn't even sure if i felt like plaguing the rest of the fandom with my thoughts once again, but oh well. I'm here to stay apparently.

As i said earlier, it's a promising start. I'm looking forward to see what my boi gets up to. If you hadn't gathered already, Wally is one of my favourite characters, so i just want good things for him *nudge nudge dc writers*

There's loads of potential for this and i hope they use it. Being honest, anything's better than the way they've treated Wally in the past. He deserves better.

Thanks for reading. 'Till the next one : )

[im-a-goner-foryou]

Starker Valentine's Day 2019 for the prompt 'first I love you's ', this is also my first songfic so please go easy on me

Love

/lʌv/

Wise men say only fools rush in

Tony Stark doesn't do love. He's a mechanic, through and through-- he sees things as they are, for their practical uses, views the world through a rational lens, and love is something entirely illogical.

Love, as Tony had been taught all those years ago, is something that if he can't help but feel, at least shouldn't be expressed. To wear your emotions on your sleeve is to admit weakness, as Howard had said-- or rather slurred while waving off Tony's attempt at a goodnight hug in favour of pouring himself another glass of bourbon, and after much more similar occurrences the he eventually took his father's words to heart.

It takes a while for Tony to realise otherwise, to go from instinctively recoiling from the look of concern in Rhodey's eyes as he chides "go to sleep Tones, it's late" or a gentle caress of his head from Pepper, to slowly but surely welcoming those silent acts of love; and it takes longer before he begins to reciprocate. Even then he's hesitant, cautious as he takes his first steps and reverting back to his signature snark at the first sign of apathy, the possibility of being hurt.

Tony loves carefully.

But I can't help falling in love with you

Then he meets Peter Parker-- who loves so openly, so easily. And their differences should frighten Tony, yet inexplicably he finds himself drawn to this boy who's much too young to realise that while falling in love may be easy, love itself certainly isn't. It's... a nice change, being around someone so artlessly candid-- maybe, just maybe-- Tony hopes silently to himself, he won't have to hide behind his usual four walled defences this time against such genuine feelings.

Shall I stay?

The first time Peter raises his voice at him is to cry "if you even cared, you'd actually be here," and just like that Tony's taken back to all those years ago, in his MIT graduation gown and around the same age Peter is now; hand clutched tightly around his phone with Howard on the other end while he stood lonesome among celebrating families. That memory stings like a slap would, leaves Tony feeling almost raw-- and when he steps out of his armour there on the rooftop, he feels more vulnerable than he ever has been.

"I just wanted to be like you," the boy whispers quiet enough for his words to be almost blown away with the wind, and it's like a sucker punch to Tony's stomach.

"I wanted you to be better," Tony simply replies Peter-- and himself.

Would it be a sin

Tony feels the beginnings of a wave of butterflies erupting in his stomach as he watches the boy leave the Avengers compound, and he feels sick. Peter's hazel hair glints gold under the sunlight streaming through the panelled windows and curls sweetly around his ears; and Tony has to resist the sudden and overwhelming urge that overtakes him then to run his fingers through those silky locks.

If I can't help falling in love with you?

Peter is sixteen. Tony starts drinking himself to sleep once more, yet the bottles of liquor lying shattered around him and burning bitter at the back of his throat aren't enough to block out the yearning deep in him for the boy, to hold him close and keep him far away at the same time. Tony thinks of bright eyes that crinkle at the edges with laughter and beautiful chocolate-brown pupils, and then one day he just can't deny the feelings he harbours for his young protégé any longer.

Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Peter always has been incredibly perceptive; it's likely he found out how Tony felt even before Tony himself. On his seventeenth birthday the man goes all out and is in one of the rare moments in his life grateful for the title 'billionare'-- he flies the both of them out to one of his favourite restaurants in Venice for a comfortable candlelit dinner by the canal; and when Peter dissolves into another one of that giggly laughter at something Tony said, the older man finds himself absolutely enthralled, unable to look away.

He's still staring at those pouty, rosy pink lips and wondering how they would feel against his, when he finds out only seconds later-- Peter makes the first move, leaning forward across their table to press their mouths together so painfully shy and sweet, and Tony--

Some things are meant to be

He kisses back, and feels the last of his fortifications crumble away at the happy little sigh Peter exhales into their joined mouths.

Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you

Tony Stark soon learns about himself that he's really a hopeless fool for love, when it comes to a certain bright boy who easily keeps up with him in the workshop and challenges Tony with his brilliance every day, who reminds him to go to sleep early but also brings him hot chocolate during those particularly dark starless nights and kisses away his tears until they finally fall asleep tangled up together, who's also a dork when it comes to Star Wars and the Avengers, who has a heart filled to the brim and yet still manages to find the capacity, is unafraid to love some more.

It probably was never meant to last, the hurting eight-year-old in Tony reminds him.

Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

"There was no other way," Stephen's parting words hang heavy in the still air; dimly Tony wishes the words were the ones disintegrating instead, his knees buckling underneath his weight even before he hears the soft whimper from behind him. No, no, no.

Not you, too.

Peter wastes his last few moments clutching at him desperately, and Tony just wants to cry because there's nothing he can do, and he's never felt so utterly helpless as he does in this moment. "I don't-- I don't know what's happening," the boy rasps, the usual bright undertones of his voice now longer present and only to be replaced with something raw and hurting; it's now does it finally occur to Tony that maybe he's not the only one who puts on a mask.

"I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go..." Peter begs almost childishly, his extreme youth so incredibly obvious now. Tony grips him by the waist, holds him close and cradles him through it, which is the least he can do-- the only thing he can do. The eerie golden light setting across this strange planet casts shadows on those beautiful eyes, swimming with tears as they look at Tony in a way only the boy could.

"I'm sorry," are the last words Peter whispers--why, why?-- before slipping away from Tony's arms and leaving behind a mere empty shell of a broken man.

Tony realises he's never said those three little words to Peter, even though their months together; he never gasped the significance of "I love you" until he thinks he'll never be able to say it.

Take my hand, take my whole life too

"I'm sorry," are the words that replay like a broken recorder in his dying mind, plauging him the most when Tony sits alone on that barren planet and ignores the warning signals from the spaceship that oxygen levels are running low. I'm sorry, too.

But with those oxygen-deprived hallucinations come memories too; of them both dancing in the corner of one of Tony's fancy fundraisers, the boy's arms clinging around his shoulders and head resting on his chest as they sway to the soft music in the background, of Peter falling asleep at the desk after working hard on a particularly difficult assignment and Tony draping a blanket over him, of late drives down the highway in a convertible so Peter's yells of joy fade away into the night, of waking up in the morning to the smell of coffee and the sight of Peter in a flowery pink apron bustling around the kitchen, and Tony walking up to him to whirl him around by a hand on his hip to kiss him soft and sweet.

Through his entire life, there's only one person that Tony's certain he's ever loved the most he could. And now Tony tries his best to bring him back.

It's a long arduous process for sure, but Tony after all, is a mechanic through and through. He fixes the spaceship to send him and Nebula to earth, and he defends it just like he always has-- he fights, mind clinging to thoughts of Peter; just in case he doesn't make it, he wants that endlessly loving gaze to be the last thing he sees.

They win in the end, and bring all the fallen back. Even as Tony stumbles weakly onto his feet he ignores the burning sharp pain at his side, heart racing, eyes already blurring with tears-- though despite them he still manages to catch sight of those chestnut brown wide eyes among the others, and he doesn't hesitate. Tony sprints towards and holds a weeping Peter close to his chest, clutching at him with the intention of never letting go; his heart aches with a feeling that he welcomes readily, croaks into the boy's ear.

"I love you." He fiercely kisses Peter; the boy sobs harder in his arms. "I love you," Tony finally expresses plainly, against the palm pressed reverently against his lips.

For I can't help falling in love with you

And Peter says it back, the way every single part of Tony knew he would. "I love you too."

Love, Tony Stark knows, is illogical. It hurts, and yet people still chase it so eagerly.

But love is worth it.

For I can't help falling in love with you

[sally-mun]

Hey! I'm glad that you pointed yourself out! I want to bring out a few ideas on how to handle Sally that had been effectively replaced by a robot when the FF's went to high-school. How would a well-written Sally handle that she'd been betrayed by her father in this situation?

Yo yo! I’m happy to help, and welcome!

(Okay I’M ADDING A CUT HERE because this turned out much longer than I thought it was and people don’t need this much babble on their dashboards.)

Before you start trying to approach that, you first and foremost have to establish 1) what kind of guy her dad is, and 2) how that affects their relationship. I have a specific view on this, but a big chunk of it is rooted in head canon that may not be universal.

For me, King Acorn from SatAM and King Max from Archie are both part of my canon, but at different times in his life. The personality that we see in SatAM -- warm, kind-hearted, empathetic -- is the person he originally was when he was sealed away in The Void/The Zone of Silence/whatev. King Max -- the arrogant, belligerent, and even downright abusive person that plauged the comics -- is the personality that came back out years later.

This has a profound effect on Sally’s behavior, because the King Acorn from SatAM is the one she remembers, the one she spent most of her childhood and early adulthood aching and pining for, and who she keeps trying to hope will eventually come back if Max is given enough time. It makes her more submissive to his nasty and ridiculous orders because she’s trying so hard to please him, desperately hoping that if she shows him enough kindness that he’ll treat her the way he used to. Of course, all of us on the outside can see that his time in the Void/Zone warped his psyche and he’s not going to go back, but Sally’s still so stuck hanging on to what she’s been wanting for so many years she can’t see it. It causes her to obey more and more outrageous commands and keep forgiving his behavior, even though he hurts her basically all the time. (As a side note, I personally head canon that Sally struggles with depression during this time as well because of how toxic their relationship becomes. For me it explains at least some of her bizarre and OOC behaviors in the comic during this time period.)

So, if it were me writing Sally under those circumstances, it’d be pretty messy. Sally would be pretty deeply wounded by the fact that her father would do something like that to her, despite how frequently she bends over backwards to please and accommodate him and despite the fact that she jumps through every ridiculous hoop he puts in front of her and despite the fact that she’s been doing all this for him while still trying to keep on top of her other duties. I think something that egregious may even be enough to push her to her breaking point, and could be what finally pushes her to stand up to him. I would expect a pretty mixed bag of emotions boiling over at the same time. Even though Sally’s normally pretty stoic and tries not to show weakness in front of others, I imagine this intense of an onslaught would get the best of her, and she’d probably cry but also be incredibly angry and indignant. I have no doubt that she’d finally telling all the things she’d been wanting to say every time she swallowed her pride, but I’m nooot quite sure if she’d manage to keep it controlled or if she’d have a complete meltdown and just scream it at him.

However it all went down, I think the ultimate outcome would be that Sally would finally separate herself from him, probably for a long time. I think she’d avoid any contact with him that she wasn’t obligated to have, and spend a lot of time just trying to put herself back together. At this point I think she’d be in that funk of exiting a toxic environment where you’re trying to remember what your life was like beforehand and wondering if you’ll ever get back to that. But this is where it again depends on what your version of her father is like, because if he’s particularly nasty he might not let her go so easily. If he’s not nasty so much as he’s just plain sexist, he may not care quite so much about her not being around and focus his interests on Elias instead. It all depends.

Okay uh THIS CAME OUT REALLY LONG and may not be as helpful as I meant it to be since I’m using head canons as examples here. Anyway, if nothing else, take away this: In pretty much every canon, Sally is a big, biiig big Daddy’s Girl, so even if you don’t write them having an unhealthy relationship, a betrayal coming from him of all people is going to cut her pretty deeply. Just focus on what kind of person your King Max is and use that as a guide to determine what kind of relationship he has with her. If you’re still feeling lost, feel free to message me again with more info on how you write each of them.