#so there's more shenanigans and mayhem abouts

[mayhemart]

A Returner's Magic Should Be Special 

(귀환자의 마법은 특별해야 합니다)

[wonderingpanda]

Remember back in high school the juiciest gossip was always about someone like-like-ing someone else? Will you write headcanons or something about the Mayhem boys hearing a rumor about someone (Reader) like-like-ing them? What would they do with this super important information?

I just really need some fluffy goofy high school shenanigans now-a-days.

Have You Heard?

MM!Turtles x Reader

This was so much fun to write. I loved adding hints of my own comedy and little cliches while giving each turtle their own individual story to follow. Thank you for the request, enjoy!

Leo

This was unexpected

Oh this was VERY unexpected

See Leo was a loser

He didn’t get to be cool, he didn’t get to be  smart, he didn’t get to be funny and he didn’t get the girl

At least that’s what he thought

According to April though, this was entirely inaccurate

According to April, you’d had a crush on him for the last month

Someone went a whole MONTH harbouring romantic feelings for him!

And not just anyone; his cool, pretty friend whom he had fallen head-over-heels for the first day they met

This was unbelievable!

Of course his brothers didn’t believe him

I mean, why would they? According to them, he naturally makes girls gravitate away from him

Now it’s not like you knew April told Leo this

You had simply shared the information during a sleepover and blindly trusted her

A bad choice really considering sharing news was her whole gig

Still you were none-the-wiser the next day as to why Leo was anxiously pulling at his shirt

Or why he avoided your eyes like the plague

Or why when you chose to sit next to him in geography he felt like his heart was about to erupt

You had no clue

So what was Leo to do in this situation?

Trust in April’s words and confess his feelings, risking the possibility of making things more awkward?

Or stay silent and let fate decide when was right, risking losing the chance to be with you forever?

It was a tough choice

But Leo’s a wimp so obviously he wasn’t going to say anything

That was until his brothers forced him to

Donnie had cleverly hacked his computer to send an email to you, asking you to meet in one of the art rooms

He in turn did the same to your computer and gave explicit times to ensure you both crossed over

It was believing those emails that lead you to to your current situation

Locked in an art room by April and Leo’s insufferable brothers, forced to wait it out until you found a way to escape

Heart pounding, mind racing and palms sweating

Leo knew exactly what they wanted out of you two and he had no idea how to do it!

So… Guess we’re stuck, in here … Seems like it’ll be a while- Did I upset you Leo? What, no!? Really? Cause you’ve been acting weird all day Not because of you! Well it sure seems like it’s because of me! How!? You literally made a point to stare at nothing but the ground the second I tried talking to you today! I was nervous! Why were you nervous!? Because I really like you! I really, really like you And I guess the thought that you might like me back is so thrilling it’s kind of terrifying But I-I don’t expect you to feel the same, I get this is probably off-putting with the green and the shell and the baldness- Leo! You grabbed his head and forced him to finally meet you face-to-face No tan, hair-covered, bare-backed guy could ever make me feel the way I do for you

You quickly kissed him and upon pulling away realised he had melted into a puddly, flustered mess

And you were released from the art room

Eventually

In the end it was a win-win

April got to succeed in her matchmaking schemes, you got to kiss the turtle of your dreams, Leo got a girlfriend and his brothers had something new to tease him about

Ok, so maybe it wasn’t a 100% win for Leo but close enough

Raph

Raph had met you first when he joined the wrestling club at school and you just so happened to be there

You also happened to be there when he tried out for the track team

And footy team

And basketball team

And cricket team

And just about every single sport he experimented with

For some reason you were consistently always there, always in his head with your stupid pretty face and swooshy hair and bright eyes and dumb little smile

GOD WHY WERE YOU ALWAYS THERE &$!#%!!??

Well… since you seemed to follow him everywhere Raph figured he may as well befriend you

And you two got along well, soon enough it seemed like he had found his new best friend

Also it may have turned out that you’d been widely involved in the school’s sport program for years but we don’t talk about that!

Anyhow, you guys stuck together pretty consistently

Always hanging out and goofing off, ranting about teachers and friends

In a weird way you were also each other’s therapists, being forced to be the reasonable one whenever the other was in a firey state

His brothers greatly appreciated it as it meant they had to deal with less violent endeavours from him

If only Donnie hadn’t been feeling so bored that day, maybe then he’d still be alive

Or at least have a chance of living to the next day

See you and Raph had just been chilling at your locker while you grabbed stuff for class

No biggie, the closest you contact you had was Raph’s arm being slightly around you

But when Donnie came around and saw you two he couldn’t think of a better way to brighten his day than to embarrass his brother in front of the girl he’d been talking about for weeks

So as he walked by he slyly turned to you two, eyebrows raised and commented “You two look comfy” before contently strutting off

Raph’s face blended in with his mask as he stared angrily at his brother’s back

I’m gonna kill him Don’t I have P.E with him today

Donnie ended up returning home with a LOT of bruises that day

But it was worth it for the information he managed to squeeze out of you

All which he spouted to Raph like a proud toddler

Raph didn’t believe him

He genuinely didn’t

No way you had a crush on him

You liked to watch him wrestle for the fight not the visuals

And the only reason you were insistent on having him at your locker every morning was so you had someone to talk to. You’d replace him with any of your friends if they arrived earlier

Also, the fact that you showed off your muscles to him at a swim competition was purely to brag and in no way hinting towards any feelings!

Raph knew you didn’t like him and he could prove it

So Donnie dared him to ask you

Then after regaining consciousness, told Raph he’d call him out for being a wimp if he didn’t

3 beatings in one day, way to go Donnie!

So Raph wasn’t feeling too psyched the next day when he was talking to you and noticed Donnie’s lingering gaze but a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do (terrible under other context but you get the point)

Ok Y/n, now this is totally random but stupid Donnie has been nagging me to ask you. Do you like me? Like, like-like me Donnie told you that? No he just wanted me to ask- Well he’s right Huh? He told me you feel the same way, I’m assuming you do After all it would make sense as to why you’re constantly displaying signs of high dopamine, noradrenaline, releases of phenethylamine and hormonal changes around me I don’t know what any of those words mean but I love you You turned to him with a genuine smile I love you too, but it has only been a few weeks so can we just take things a bit slow for now? Uh huh Awesome

You gripped the top of his plastron and pulled the lovestruck turtle into a small kiss

Sadly you were torn apart when an annoying voice called out from across the hall

I told you so!

He bolted, but at least you two had managed to get together. Raph may have actually killed Donnie otherwise

Donnie

You and Donnie were childhood friends, platonic besties, a power duo of friendship

There were no romantic feelings between you two AT ALL

…

So it started in maths

You, Donnie and Leo were being the ultimate nerd trio, figuring out equations and such when one of the annoying kids, Harvey, thought it would be funny to call out

Hey Donnie! Did you know Y/n likes you!?

Some kids started laughing and others talking while you sat there with your face beet red

Donnie’s face flushed as he stumbled over his words, desperately trying to defend you which he didn’t succeed well in

He did take note of your reaction to the whole scenario which peaked his interest

(Side note: Leo did slightly enjoy the whole thing, finally not the butt of the joke 😃)

After that day Donnie’s thoughts grew

He had pictured these scenarios a thousand times in his head but never had they felt so possible

Asking you out, you asking him out, going on dates, exchanging gifts, hugging, crying, kissing

Then it happened again, sort of

He and Raph were leaving class together

Easy, simple, completely normal

Till a random girl, who he recognised as your friend, yelled from behind

Donnie, do you like Y/n!?

He panicked. What was he meant to say?

He couldn’t say yes, what if you didn’t like him? But what if you did like him?

However, they were getting further away and he only had seconds to answer

So he made the “smartest decision of his life” and called back

U-uh, um, no!

Since then you’d been more distant

And with all this evidence; Donnie became a full analyst

He noted down your behaviours, how you acted before and now

How your interests changed with him, when you were louder and quieter, what gestures you made to hint any feelings

He looked deep and saw all the signs

Sadly you were still pretty distant after what you heard from your friend and Donnie was determined to change that

First off, he tried to initiate more conversation and when you attempted to cut it short he kept pushing

No matter how hard his social anxiety was screaming he knew he had to keep conversations going

He also kept making an effort to sit next to you

Any scenario be it lunch, class or just general group hangouts; he was always by your side

And after a week or so when you seemed to be loosening up more he chose to take things a step further with physical contact

He’d give you a high-five, fist bump or hug as a greeting

Maybe lean on your shoulder or get closer when you were showing him something

Sometimes if he was feeling particularly happy he’d sneak his hand over yours

Soon enough, it seemed like you had finally gotten over everything and were back to your old self. But there was still something you had to address

Lunch time, alone. That’s when you chose to bring it up

Donnie, do-um… did uh my friend ever tell you anything a few weeks ago? He began choking on his food *Cough* N-no uh why? Well it’s just that the last few days you’ve been different Different how? Uh… just small stuff like the hand thing and I guess you’ve seemed a bit closer Oh! I mean psh, I just thought you were upset or something so I wanted to cheer you up, no big deal You thought I was upset? Why? Well you were acting more distant and I didn’t want to bring it up cause I thought it might be sensitive so I figured I’d just help on the side, you know? That’s actually really sweet. But are you sure there’s no other reason for it? Uh nope! None, I mean why else would I want to hug you and hold your hand and stuff it’s not like I have a crush on you. Cause that- that would be crazy you and me together like whaaat? A mutant and a human who, how!? Donnie Yes Did you lie to my friend? Maybe … So it wouldn’t be weird if we dated? I’d love it if we dated

Of course you kissed and both of you loved it

Donnie had never felt this happy in his whole life, not even when they saved the city!

And he had enough blackmail to shut his brothers up if they ever tried teasing you two

Mikey

You two were the best of buddies

Two peas in a pod

Always acting and performing at each others side

Mikey loved it

Mikey loved you

And the day he heard you may feel the same caused his mind and heart to simultaneously explode

It was Leo, of course it was Leo

They were in art discussing the struggles of having human crushes

It was when Leo said “At least yours likes you back” that he knew he screwed up

Mikey wasn’t panicked though, Mikey’s Mikey

He was of course very happy when he heard the news and didn’t leave Leo alone about it for days

Every waking moment was spent getting updates from Leo and insights into your friend group

And whenever you two saw each other be it before school, after school, breaks, in class or at improv, he was ecstatic

This guy just couldn’t get enough and made every effort to let you know he liked you

Soon enough he felt like he had enough confirmation on your feelings and gained the confidence to just go for it

It was during a game of freeze tag when he tapped out the person you were previously with and started a new scene

Jessie! Hey, thank gosh I found you Lucas, what’s up? I haven’t seen you in a while Oh well, you know, I’ve just been busy; things have been a bit different lately Different how? Well the word is that someone I know likes me but I just don’t know who That sure is a dilemma Yeah, if it’s the person I think it is though I recon it’ll end pretty well You got some hopes do you? Ahh just someone, nothing to worry about I don’t know if you’re associated Try me Alright well… they have h/c hair ooh and pretty e/c eyes! They’re also one of my closest friends and I don’t think they realise just how much I like them Wow Lucas that must be really keeping you on edge Yeah, if only I knew who it is At this point you and Mikey had moved so close to each other your hands were almost touching Mikey I- FREEZE!

And just like that, the scene was over

But not the story

At the end of the rehearsal you and Mikey walked out of school together and the discussion of feelings was unavoidable

You two were walking silently side-by-side till he finally said it

I like you Y/n Do you like me back? I like you so much Mikey you don’t even know

His face lit up as he cheerfully pulled you into a hug and spun around

You took the opportunity as he slowed down, cupped one of his cheeks and planted a kiss on his lips

From that day forward Mikey got to walk around boasting about having the greatest partner in all of New York

And you went on to kick Leo’s butt for exposing your secret so easily

Again, I loved writing this so much. Also I think I’m going to use indented for my Headcanons from now on (although I guess they’re more listed stories at this point). Anyway thank you for reading and please, have an awesome day/night wherever you are!✨

[ajalholland]

Family shenanigans

Sephiroth x reader + their sons Kadaj, Yazoo, and Loz.

(ai generated picture.)

Sephiroth's eyes fluttered open, momentarily disoriented before he recalled where he was—in his comfortable armchair, surrounded by a few books. The ticking of the nearby clock served as a gentle reminder that hours had passed since he picked up the book about managing households. A faint line creased his brow in mild chagrin as he remembered he had been in the middle reading before he fell asleep...

The tranquility of his study was shattered by a loud crash. The sound traveled from the adjoining kitchen, causing Sephiroth to leap from his chair with a start, his heartbeat quickening. He dashed through the doorway, his eyes immediately seeking the wellbeing of his three young sons, Kadaj, Yazoo, and Loz.

The three boys were all in the kitchen, surrounded by the aftermath of their latest destruction. Flour covered the floor, the counters, even up onto the walls. Pots and pans were scattered on the tile, and it seemed every piece of food (Y/n) had just purchased was now decorating the floor or walls. As Sephiroth walked into the kitchen, the boys all turned to look up at him guiltily, their little faces covered in flour and other unrecognizable substances.

Sephiroth's eyes widened in disbelief, his gaze sweeping the room and taking in the scene of culinary mayhem. He stood there in the doorway for a moment, his disbelief slowly morphing into stern disapproval. The boys fidgeted uncomfortably under his stare, their flour-covered faces looking like little flour-dusted trouble-makers.

Sephiroth was silent for a moment before he spoke, his voice deep and authoritative. "What…on earth have you boys been up to in here?"

Kadaj was the first to speak up, his hands on his hips in a defiant pose. "We were trying to make a pie," he said, trying to sound innocent. "But it all got messed up."

Yazoo was next, his calm demeanor hiding his guilt. "It wasn't our fault," he said. "The flour just... exploded."

Loz was the last to chime in, his eyes wide and watery as he looked up at his father. "We didn't do anything bad," he protested.

Sephiroth raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced by their innocent attempts at deflection. He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms. "Exploded, you say?" He asked. "And I suppose it just 'exploded' all over the walls and floors, too?"

He looked around the kitchen, taking in the extent of the mess. "Looks more like you boys were having a flour fight than baking a pie," he said dryly.

Kadaj puffed out his chest, refusing to admit any fault. "We weren't having a fight," he said stubbornly. "We were just making a pie... but then something else ruined the kitchen."

Yazoo nodded in agreement, a sly grin on his face. "Yeah, we were completely innocent," he said.

Loz just looked scared and kept his mouth shut, not wanting to add to the trouble they were already in.

Sephiroth chuckled, straightening up and looking at Yazoo with a raised eyebrow. "Completely innocent, huh? Well, let's go over the facts. Three young boys. A kitchen. Flour. Eggs."

He held up a hand, ticking off each point on his fingers. "A mess of flour on every surface. No pie in sight. And your faces covered in flour. Please, explain to me again how this was completely 'innocent'."

Yazoo shrugged, "Simple. We were baking a pie but then... a wild Chocobo appeared."

Kadaj chimed in, "Yeah! A wild Chocobo burst into the kitchen and started throwing flour everywhere."

Loz nodded in agreement, "It was a very big Chocobo." He added with completely serious look on his face.

Sephiroth tried to hold back a snort of laughter at the boys' absurd explanation, but he failed. He couldn't help it. The idea of a Chocobo raiding his kitchen and making a mess was so ridiculous that he found it hilarious.

But he quickly composed himself, trying to maintain his stern demeanor. "A Chocobo, you say?" He said, his tone dry with skepticism. "I see. And where is this Chocobo now?"

Kadaj crossed his arms and smirked, "It ran away." 

Yazoo nodded, "Yeah, it was very fast. By the time we realized what was happening, the Chocobo was gone."

Loz added, "It was a really, really fast Chocobo." He said as he glanced at Sephiroth with innocent puppy eyes.

Sephiroth struggled to keep from laughing again. The boys' story was ludicrous, but he couldn't help but be amused by their creativity and commitment to their lie.

He cleared his throat and fixed the boys with a stern glare. "Well, boys," he said, "if a Chocobo truly was the culprit here, then I'd love to know how he managed to cover you all in flour too." He looked at Kadaj, Yazoo, and Loz, their clothes dusted with white powder.

Kadaj looked down at his clothes then tried to brush some of the flour off, but it only seemed to make it worse. "Um... the Chocobo was very... messy..." he said with a small voice.

Yazoo tried to look innocent, "Yeah... the Chocobo had a very... powerful sneeze..."

Loz remained quiet, looking down at his feet and avoiding eye contact with Sephiroth.

Sephiroth raised an eyebrow, suppressing another chuckle. The boys' attempts to cover up their mischief were amusing, but he knew the truth. He decided to play along for a moment longer.

He crossed his arms and nodded sagely. "A very...messy, very...sneezy Chocobo, hmm? That makes perfect sense. But tell me, where did this mischievous Chocobo come from? I don't recall seeing any Chocobos around."

Kadaj shrugged, "I don't know. It just appeared." 

Yazoo added, "It must have... magic powers...?" He said with a hesitant tone, not confident that his reasoning would work.

Loz quietly mumbled, "It... came out of the... closet..."

At that Kadaj and Yazoo smacked their heads with a mix of embarrassment and disappointment.

Sephiroth's lips twitched in a smirk at the mention of a magical Chocobo, but the statement about a Chocobo coming out of the closet nearly made him burst out laughing. He quickly cleared his throat, covering it with a cough, and then looked at the boys with mock seriousness.

"A magic Chocobo that randomly appears and can come out of closets, hmm? Sounds quite...dangerous." He paused, letting the boys squirm for a moment under his gaze. "I better tell your mother about this."

All three boys let out a collective gasp of fear and panic. "No! Don't tell mom!" Kadaj protested. 

Yazoo nodded in agreement, "Yeah! Don't tell mom!"

"Please... don't tell..." Loz whimpered.

All three boys looked at Sephiroth with pleading eyes, desperate to keep their shenanigans a secret.

Sephiroth feigned a frown, but inside, he was amused. The boys' fear of their mother's wrath was all too familiar. He crossed his arms again, making a show of mulling over the situation. "Hmm, I don't know... Your mother will not be happy when she sees what you've done to her kitchen. Not to mention her poor groceries..." He paused, looking at the boys with mock concern. "I can't promise you I can save you from her."

Kadaj and Yazoo exchanged panicked looks, their faces turning pale at the thought of their mother's reaction. They knew she would not be happy about the disaster they had caused in the kitchen. Loz looked like he was already on the verge of tears, knowing that their mother would be furious. All three boys turned their pleading eyes back to Sephiroth, silently begging him to not tell their mother.

Sephiroth looked away, pretending to contemplate his decision as he kept a straight face. He could see the boys' desperation and fear, which amused him, but he also didn't want to get on (Y/n)'s bad side either. He was in for it if she found out he fallen asleep instead of watching their sons.

He sighed heavily, as if reluctant to make this decision. "Alright... I won't tell her. But on one condition."

The boys' faces immediately brightened with relief. They were so eager to accept Sephiroth's condition, they would have agreed to almost anything to avoid their mother's wrath.

"Anything, anything!" Kadaj said hurriedly.

Yazoo quickly agreed. "Yeah, we'll do anything!" 

Loz just nodded vigorously, his relief evident in his expression.

Sephiroth chuckled to himself, enjoying the power he held over the boys. He considered teasing them for a little longer but ultimately decided against it.

"Very well," he said after a moment, trying to maintain a serious tone. "Here's the condition: you boys have to clean up this mess yourselves. Every bit of it. No skipping or half-assing it. I want this kitchen sparkling clean before your mother gets home."

Kadaj and Yazoo both groaned at the thought of having to clean up the mess they'd made. It seemed like a monumental task, given how thoroughly they'd trashed the kitchen. But the thought of their mother's reaction if they didn't comply was even more daunting.

Loz, on the other hand, was focused on something entirely different. He tugged on Sephiroth's pant leg. "Daddy... you said a bad word...," he whispered, his eyes wide and innocent.

Sephiroth raised an eyebrow, suddenly caught off guard by Loz's observation. He hadn't meant to let a curse word slip in front of his sons, but in the heat of the moment, he had forgotten his language.

He knelt down so he was eye-level with Loz and patted his head gently. "You're absolutely right, Loz. I did say a bad word, and I'm sorry for that. It's not a good habit, is it?"

Loz shook his head, his big eyes still wide as he looked up at Sephiroth. He may have been young, but he had a good sense of right and wrong. "No, it's not a good habit," he said quietly. "Mommy would beat you up if she knew."

Meanwhile, Kadaj and Yazoo were already starting the task of cleaning up the mess, albeit reluctantly. "This is gonna take forever," Kadaj mumbled as he started moving the larger pots and pans. "We should have just actually made a pie..."

Sephiroth smirked, amused by Loz's comment. It was true, (Y/n) would have his hide if she knew he had cursed in front of their sons.

He turned his gaze back to Kadaj and Yazoo, watching as they began the daunting task of cleaning up. "You should have," he agreed amusedly. "But instead, you decided to cover the kitchen in flour and make it look like a Chocobo exploded in here."

Kadaj huffed. "It's not our fault!" he protested. "Things just escalated... quickly."

Yazoo nodded in agreement, but then mumbled under bis breath, "And it was mostly Kadaj's fault anyway..."

Kadaj heard Yazoo's comment and shot him a glare. "Hey! I didn't do it all! You helped too, you know!"

Sephiroth chuckled at the boys' banter. Their attempts to blame each other were humorous, especially when they'd been caught red-handed.

He crossed his arms and looked from Kadaj to Yazoo and back. "Yes, I'm sure it was a team effort," he said, barely hiding his amusement. "But from what I could tell, you're both equally responsible for this... catastrophe."

He paused for a moment, adding, "And remember, I want this kitchen spotless by the time your mother gets home. So, get to it. Loz, that includes you."

Kadaj and Yazoo both groaned in response to Sephiroth's reminder, but they knew there was no escaping the situation. Loz, on the other hand, was already diligently rolling up his sleeves, determination in his little eyes. "I'm gonna help!" he exclaimed, determined to do his part.

With that, the boys set to work cleaning up the kitchen, making quite the scene as they stumbled over each other's feet and continued to banter back and forth.

Sephiroth watched as the boys started working. He stood to the side, keeping an eye on them and offering some occasional guidance when needed. But mostly, he just observed, finding their childish antics and arguments about who's fault it was amusing.As the boys worked, Sephiroth couldn't help but smile. Despite the mess they'd made, seeing his sons together like this warmed his heart. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms again, and silently enjoyed the view of his sons learning a valuable lesson about responsibility and consequences.

The kitchen cleanup was a chaotic scene. Pots and pans clanged together as the boys tried to get them into the sink for washing. Kadaj and Yazoo bickered over minor things, arguing about the best way to clean the flour from the countertops. Loz, on the other hand, seemed to be making more of a mess than anything else as he attempted to help.

Sephiroth watched with an amused expression as the boys continued with their chaotic cleaning efforts. The clanging pots and pans, the constant bickering, and Loz's less-than-helpful attempts at cleaning, all brought a small smile to his face. Eventually, he pushed himself off the doorframe and approached the boys. "Alright, enough bickering. You're supposed to be cleaning, not arguing." He began to help.

Kadaj and Yazoo both grumbled, but they obediently stopped their bickering and returned to cleaning.

Loz noticed Sephiroth joining them and grinned widely, "Daddy's helping us!" he exclaimed cheerfully.

Kadaj rolled his eyes and muttered, "Finally, someone who knows how to do this properly."

Sephiroth chuckled at Loz's comment and smirked at Kadaj's remark. "Oh, I'm sure you were doing a fine job," he said dryly. "But I thought I'd lend a hand to speed things up a bit.. and save us all from your mother.."

He grabbed a cleaning rag and started wiping down the countertops, cleaning up the spots where Loz had made a mess. "You know, if you three had used this energy to bake an actual pie instead of creating a disaster area, we'd probably have dessert by now."

Suddenly Sephiroth tensed as the sound of the front door echoed through the house. He recognized the sound and knew it could only mean one thing: (Y/n) was home.

He glanced at the boys, who had frozen beside him, their eyes wide and panicked. Everyone fell silent, waiting to see what would happen next.

(Y/n)'s voice called out from the entryway, "I'm home!" followed by the sound of her footsteps as she entered the house.

The boys exchanged terrified looks, their hands shaking in silent panic.

A moment later, (Y/n) appeared in the kitchen door and stopped, her eyes widening as she took in the scene before her. Her eyes darted from the messy kitchen to Sephiroth and then the boys.

"BOYS!!!"

[nell0-0]

Could you possibly do a fic where the Chain meet Legend's cucco companion, Piyoko? I want to see their reactions to her :D

Sure thing! Sorry for the wait, but here it is ^^

Main characters: Legend, Four, Wild, Wind & Warriors (+Piyoko, of course!)

“Legend, don’t freak out, but don’t you dare move.”

…Not exactly the words one would like to hear first thing in the morning before coeherency made its appearance on his brain, but he would have to deal as usual, Legend figured. What went wrong now?

“…why” Legend said, voice thick with sleep and slightly slurred despite his best attempt.

Turning the other way and sleeping this problem away was so tempting. Problem he wasn’t aware of, mind you, because he could more or less glimpse everyone else around camp. Either sleepy, still snoring or staring at Legend with an intensity only deserved for a dangerous foe or-

“There’s a-“

Legend reached above his head, his hand colliding with something soft, a familiar texture greeting his cautious fingers.

“Wait, stop!”

“Goddesses, he’s doomed.”

“Legend, noooo!”

Grabbing whatever it was, a suspicious squeak as a result, Legend used his elbows to hold his weight while he looked at the cause of alarm for the three dumbasses in front of him.

“Pyo!”

…a cuccoo. Well, at least it wasn’t a tiny monster out for his blood. Even though that description adhered to cuccoos most days. Not to this one, chirping excitedly at seeing Legend’s messy face with dry drool still on the side of his mouth.

The others (just three of them, at least) had jumped back. He had expected the over the top reaction from the champion, who was wieling a soup ladle as if it was a weapon. Not so much from Wind who shouldn’t know what they were since he didn’t have them on his era and he hadn’t yet been attacked by an angry flock on this adventure. Definitely wasn’t expecting Four with a… cane? A magic cane.

A magic cane he hadn’t told Legend about. Darn it.

“Really, guys? First thing on the morning?”

“Why are you so calm about this?” Wind squinted at Legend, taking Wild’s soup ladle and poking at Legend’s face with the round edge. Wild shot Wind a betrayed look, who shrugged in response gesturing at Legend in a baffled manner.

Four’s eyes seemed to shimmer a myriad of colors, his face contorting awkwardly as if he couldn’t decide on whether he should laugh, get concerned or scold them all and go back to sleep.

“Guys, it’s okay, it’s just Piyoko.”

Holding the cuckoo, no longer the little chick she had been while on their adventures with Din’s troupe and the Nayru fiasco, Legend cooed. Wind poked at Legend again, bewildered. The look Piyoko threw the sailor was murderous, the poor kid backing off as if burnt and abandoning the wooden ladle to its uncertain fate. In retaliation, Wild flicked the kid on the forehead, quick to retrieve yet another soup ladle from his seemingly infinite supply on that slate of his.

Why soup ladles? Why not swords. Goddesses knew Wild never had enough of those with the rate he kept breaking them at.

Only Four seemed coherent enough to get them back on track from their usual shenanigans, despite being the less alert of the three.

“Piyoko?”

“Piyoko” Legend smirked. Four’s eyebrow twitched.

“And who’s Piyoko supposed to be? Aside from a cuccoo, I mean.”

“My cuccoo.” At the united front of three unimpressed heroes, Legend relented. “I’ve raised this mayhem bird from before she hatched from the egg.”

“What.”

How eloquent, Wind.

The commotion had seemed to catch Warriors’ attention. Or maybe he had been listening the whole time and Legend had just not noticed. Give him a break, he had just been rudely woken up without a good reason from his power nap after the second shift of the night watch. If he wanted to be grumpy or mad about that fact, he was well within his rights.

Either way, as usual, Legend thought while rolling his eyes out of habit, the war captain butted in the conversation.

“Is that a hero spirit thing, raising cuccoos?”

When Wild and Four shot him bewildered looks, probably questioning if Warriors also had a hidden cuccoo somewhere, Warriors was quick to deny it. Weird.

“If it is, then maybe that’s where Linkle gets it from.”

Legend stared at Wind uncomprehendingly. No way someone had named their daughter that, right? Right?

“Exactly my point.”

Okay, nevermind, apparently Linkle was a thing now, and both the captain and the sailor seemed to know her. How that was possible since, supposedly, none of them had met before this journey of nine heroes, was anyone’s guess. But neither asked about Ravio living in his house earlier that week, despite those two also impossibly knowing the scammer, so Legend wouldn’t ask about this either.

Four sighed, as if incredibly tired of this conversation already — Legend had been the one woken up, not Four, the nerve — he asked “and who’s Linkle?”

“My sister.”

Wild stared. “Your what.”

“You have a sister?”

“Not the point!” Warriors flushed, pointing at Legend. Trying to redirect the dumbass trio’s attention back to him, it seemed. That fucker. “Why are you asking me about my sister when Legend is still holding that cuccoo like nothing!”

Maybe if he was more awake, or if Legend wasn’t secretly elated that Piyoko had sneaked out to join him that day, he wouldn’t have said the next words. As it was, he was way too tired to care.

“To be fair” all eyes snapping in his direction, Legend grinned. “I threw Piyoko at Ganon.”

…

“Why did I never think of that.” Wild stared off at the morning sky, looking as if the world had opened new possibilities he hadn’t been aware of before. It was probably accurate, too.

Four just gaped at Legend, for once at a loss of words.

“She almost plucked an eye out. It was awesome.”

“Weaponized cuccoos.”

“Terrifying.” Wind may have said that, but the glint on his eye told another story.

Warriors took a step to the side, putting some distance between himself and the sailor, seemingly having an internal crisis.

Huffing, Legend dropped his weight on top of his bedroll again, Piyoko flapping her little wings before gently settling on top of his head. While the others woke up and those four got their shit together, Legend was sure he could manage to sleep another five minutes.

[one-idea]

I love a Roger/Rouge lives to raise Ace or a Shanks takes Luffy with him one-shot as much as anyone.

But the main problem I always have is that the ASL brothers would never meet in these circumstances. So my brain (being the mess that it is) has tired to find a solution.

What if Rodger never got sick or at least it was not as deadly as it was. Still chronic but not a death sentence. He lives and Rouge has Ace (she gets pregnant a little later then in cannon so that she doesn’t have the crazy long pregnancy but Ace is still the same age).

To keep his family safe they travel with him on the Oro Jackson. They stay to relatively calm waters that the marines can’t easily get to. Some of the crew also leave to make their own crews. This gives the marines something else to chase.

Shanks is one of the ones to set out on his own. He leaves when he’s around 17 right around the time Ace is born. It’s the push he needs to set out. He wants to distract the marines as much as possible from Roger’s family. (Buggy did the same thing. They decided to split up to cause more mayhem)

Ten years go by. Shanks visits Roger when he can but for the most part he’s making a name for himself. And he’s doing a good job at it. So good he has to lay low for a while. So he decides to go to the East Blue for a bit. Get away from the Grandline while also hiding somewhere different than Roger. (That way if the marines find him they won’t also find Roger)

It’s here that he meets a 7 year old Luffy. And it plays out much the same as cannon. He adores this little ball of sunshine. This is his boy. He doesn’t care who the boy’s blood father is this, is his boy. So he gives him his hat, has Luffy promise to return it when he’s a great pirate someday. But he leaves out the part about that being the next time they see each other because he wants to see his boy again.

When Shanks returns to the Grandline he seeks out Roger to tell him about their new family member. And Roger hears about this boy who is sunshine incarnate, who dreams to be the freest person alive, who wants to dethrone him as pirate king and goes, “I can’t not meet him.” And there’s no way he’s waiting till the kids on the sea. (Plus Ace needs some friends. Shanks and Buggy had each other, Ace has no one his own age and Rouge is starting to worry for their son.)

So they set out for the sleep island in the East Blue.

Meanwhile Grap has moved Luffy to Dadan’s care. While Luffy is out wondering around he bumps into a blond haired boy named Sabo. It takes a while but Sabo starts to warm up to the 7 year old that’s following him like a shadow.

Just in time for a new kid to wander his way into their jungle. Oro Jackson has Docked and Roger has been (discreetly) looking around for this Luffy while the crew restocks. Ace has already made his way into the jungle because even though he was raised by his parents, he’s still feral. (He was raised on a pirate ship go figure) the three boys bump into each other and through some shenanigans Ace and Sabo start to get along.

It doesn’t take long for Sabo and Luffy to figure out who Ace’s dad is. You know since they actually get to meet them.

The Bluejam pirates still happen.

Maybe Ace doesn’t like Luffy at first. He’s a little kid and is annoying in the way all older kids find younger kids that just want to follow them around annoying. But it’s more than that, because Shanks has claimed Luffy. Shanks, who Ace grew up around and looks up to, came back to the ship and didn’t want to talk about anything except for this ‘amazing’ kid. This kid who his uncle/older brother gave up his arm to save. This kid who is so ‘special’ his dad just had to come and meet him. This kid who has his dad wrapped around his finger in under a day. This kid, who is wearing his Dad’s old hat like a crown and talking about dethroning his dad like it’s his right. This little crybaby who’s not even that special. He can’t even swim!

Even Sabo has a soft spot for the kid, Sabo who is now Ace’s first friend, but he obviously likes Ace better because Luffy is such a crybaby.

But then the Bluejam pirates show up and they heard that the king of the pirates is here with his son. His son he would do anything for. Wouldn’t it be nice to get the bounty for the king of the pirates? If they have his son they can probably force the man into handing himself over. They wouldn’t even have to fight him!

They set out to capture Ace. They see him hanging around Sabo and Luffy. When they attack Ace and Sabo get away but Luffy gets caught. He gets tortured as they ask him to give up the location of the Roger Pirates so that they can capture Ace and by extension Roger. But Luffy won’t tell them anything.

Roger comes to save him. The whole crew comes along with Ace and Sabo. After this the three boys are inseparable. Ace steals some of the crew’s sake and the three swear to become brothers.

While the three boys are doing this. Roger sent some men to find the rest of the Bluejam’s crew and find out about their plan to burn Grey Terminal and how they were hired by Sabo’s father. And that settles it for him. If there was any doubt in Roger’s mind that he was taking Sabo with them when they left this island it was gone now. He thought the boy was oddly dressed for a homeless boy, finding out he was a noble explained a lot. He’s not leaving the boy in this situation. Mainly because Ace finally has a friend/brother. Finding out that adopting the boy would make a noble lose their mind was a bonus!

But what about Luffy? He knows Shanks thinks of the boy as a son. He’s know he is Ace and Sabo’s brother, and they haven’t left his side since the kidnapping. Rodger has no clue who the boy’s family is. At this point Luffy has only introduced himself as Luffy. He lives with the bandits but they are not his family. So it’s seems like he’s got no one truly taking care of him. Honestly Roger is shocked Shanks didn’t just take Luffy with him when he left.

So Roger leaves the island. Stealing one noble son. And taking what he believes to be one free child with him. (There are no parents around to claim him? It’s free real estate) they sail away right as a navy ship is approaching. And Roger would recognize that ship anywhere. It’s Garp! What is Garp doing here? Was Roger that careless with his location. The Oro Jackson hasn’t had a true Marine encounter in years (Rouge is just that good at navigating them under the radar)

Garp sees them, of course he does. Roger sees Garp grab a den den mushi, one that projects his voice across the open sea between them. Roger is expecting his regular speech about how Garp is going to catch them, about how they should surrender, really any of their normal banter.

What he is not expecting is the very loud, very panicked, very angry “give me back my grandson!”

Roger and the crew slowly turn to face the three boys. It’s not Ace. Roger would know if he or Rouge were related to Garp but he still checks Ace off the list.

It can’t be Sabo. Roger can’t imagine a reality where Garp lets his child marry a noble. Plus the kid looks nothing like him.

That leaves Luffy.

“Luffy, what was your name again?” Rouge asked ever patient

“Monkey D. Luffy!” The boy says with confidence. It’s the first time the crew has heard the surname. Well, at least that confirms somethings.

After confirming that yep this is Garp’s grandson. Who he is apparently trying to train to be a marine? Who he’s apparently hit with haki infused punches. (Roger’s been hit with those. They hurt.) Roger grabs their own den den mushi and just calls out “finder keepers.” And they sail away to cannon fire and cursing.

Anyhow the three brothers grow up together on the Grandline. Shanks visits when he can and calls once a week at least if not daily to check in on Luffy and the boys.

Whitebeard definitely crosses paths with Rogers at some point and tries to adopt the boys from him. Rogers would fight him if Rouge wasn’t already fighting Whitebeard over her babies. In the end he becomes the fun uncle. Ace adores him. This is Roger’s worst nightmare! (It’s not. There are way worse things that could happen than his son liking his rival. But Roger loves to be dramatic)

When it’s time to make their own crews Ace and Luffy both decide to start from the East Blue. Getting dropped off by the Roger pirates.

At some point Sabo found out about the revolutionary army and decided that he wanted to join rather than be a pirate. He has his family’s full support (as long as he calls once a week. If he doesn’t they will find him) When he meets his boss for the first time he almost loses his mind and immediately calls Roger’s with a “I think I just met Luffy’s dad!” To which he gets the hilariously confused response of, “You’ve known Shanks since you were ten. What do you mean you just met Luffy’s dad?”

[syeren]

love love love the way you write, could i request gepard smut where he gets jealous of how reader entertain sampo’s shenanigans or flirtations? reader and gepard aren’t officially together but people kinda know that they’re a thing. geoard’s too shy to ask for attention and he doesn’t like how she’s so close to sampo and finally claims her when he reaches his breaking point. knowing this man and his incredible self restraint im just AHHH he snaps

SYEREN ANSWERS: “omg YES?! i absolutely love this request, thank you so much 🥹🫶 i’ll proceed to use gender-neutral pronouns for this. here’s to you, my lovely requester <3”

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BREAKING POINT — GEPARD LANDAU.

RATING: NSFW 18+ (nb-reader (fem. bodied))

GENRE: mix of fluff and jealousy sex

CW & TW: jealous!gepard, possessive!gepard, unprotected s*x, dom!gepard, missionary, mating press, pounding, rough s*x, degrading, possessiveness, sub!reader

SUMMARY: Gepard’s not one to show his emotions, however, when the one he’s admiring is digging into another’s flirtatious actions… How could he not?

NSFW UNDER THE CUT! — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

It was nothing at first. Nothing at all. But, why is his leg bouncing up and down rapidly? Why is his cheeks reddened with flush? Gepard’s train of thought was absolute mayhem as his blue orbs hovered around your and Sampo’s figure… Again. How long has this been happening? Why is that butt-weasel getting all the attention— your attention… And what for?

You and Gepard decided to spend some time in the Underworld, mainly information to collect for Bronya, but… With how long both of your schedules are and how busy it gets, he figured to volunteer right away to be with you longer. He remembered as his hand shot up to announce his idea to accompany you, a faint blush dusted your cheeks. The rest of your coworkers there looked at each other knowingly, laughing to themselves at how obvious Gepard’s adoration is for you.

But in the current time, he lets out a scoff, shaking his head briskly and refocuses his attention on his chilled liquor and paperwork at his side. The man whom he was throwing daggers at? The infamous, one and only… Sampo Koski. The two were fire and ice: One being a prestigious guard and the other… More known as a sly, cunning looker. Sampo is a charmer which is a trait that Gepard himself doesn’t have, yet in this moment, he longs for it jealously… Well, if it means that he would be the one standing in front of you, that is. He glances up and his eyes almost pop out of his sockets. The azure-haired man reaches up to graze his knuckles against your cheek, and Gepard bites onto his tongue to refrain from breaking the glass he was holding.

“Soot?” you asked, bringing your hand up to brush over the spot Sampo touched, only for him to show his dirtied finger.

He blew off the charcoal dust with a tiny smirk. “You must’ve been in the mines previously… Hey! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I would’ve made your while,” Sampo laughs, smoothly closing the distance between you two and looking downwards with his staggering height.

You shook your head amusingly and placed a hand on your hip. “Like what? Show me some ‘fun new trick’ you learned that involves pick-pocketing?”

“Lock-picking, actually.”

“Figured.”

Sampo laughs once more, reaching over to casually wind an arm around the small of your back. You shutter slightly due to the coldness of his fingertips, you swore goosebumps were forming around his hand placement. You were about to hit him off lightly until—

“Ahem.”

Your eyes locked onto Gepard, who was now lingering dangerously close to your side. His hand reached behind your back to pry off Sampo’s fingers, flicking them off irritatedly.

“Off,” he merely stated, his tone dripping with venom.

Sampo blinked a couple of time before dryly laughing it off, waving his hand in the air. “Ay big guy! It’s all in good fun, plus I haven’t seen them in so long—“

“And that gives you the right to touch them?”

The tension between the two towering men increased as the seconds passed, with Gepard losing it little by little every breath he took. Sampo chuckled and slowly walked closer to Gepard, looking him straight in the eye.

“… Think you own them or something?” he spat, his palms resting comfortably on his hips. “Coward?”

Your own anxiety rose as you quickly went to stop the two, sighing deeply before you spoke. “Knock it off, this is stupid—“

“— And says you?” Gepard interjected firmly, but this time, his voice sounded calmer than angry. He chuckled once and stepped back, gently lacing his fingers around your wrist and tugging you along with him.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked worriedly, concerned that he’s in a really bad mood.

“No where special.”

—

A small, dingy closet was what he found in the back of the bar. He almost knocked the wind out of you as he practically launched you inside. You had barely managed to regain your balance until he trapped you in between his sturdy arms, using the dusty wooden table behind you effectively.

“Gepard?”

His breaths were shallow and heavy, the scent of his cologne and musk intensifying around you as you looked up at him. He was looking directly into your eyes, piercing through your soul but had a slight softened look to it. A pleading look. An agonizing, pained look for release.

“… Not another word,” he spoke calmly and immediately ripped the armour off of him, along with his shirt. The heavy clanking of metal resounded against the floorboards beneath you two.

Perhaps it was the fluorescent light beaming down on you two, or the half-lidded eyes he had on his expression… But he looked ethereal. The dirty blonde locks cascaded down his forehead and his skin shone with a slight gleam due to sweat. The cloud of lust drowned any sense of fear as his hands busied themselves to lock behind your head, cradling your jaw with one hand and the other resting on your nape.

A tiny mewl escaped your lips as you hungrily welcomed his tongue that shot straight into your mouth. The warmth of the muscle explored the surface of your canines, until prodding his own tongue with your own. Taken-a-back is an understatement, you never knew Gepard would be so… Good, real good. Who knew the shy and obedient man would have a hidden side?

As you were trying to keep up with his movements, Gepard’s voice lowered in a hushed manner.

“… Tell me whenever to stop,” he whispered, not wanting to hurt you or to cross any more boundaries. You can tell just from looking at him that reality was slowly starting to sink in. In turn, you placed a hand behind his neck and pushed him once more to your lips.

“Mmgh!”

A choked up grunt evoked from his mouth but soon after, he sunk deeper into the intimacy, the feeling of holding you, touching you… To Gepard, this was the moment to finally show you how much he loved you. A primal yet desperate instinct grew within him, it was competitive— The feeling to win you over, the feeling to completely lose himself in you, to be able to do that spoke volumes for the man who represented perseverance himself.

He let his hands trail down to the back of your knees, hoisting you up and setting you on top the wooden table. The dim light coming from the bulb created perfect shadows of his muscles. He was well built throughout the years fighting and wearing thick, heavy armour. A sense of pride flooded in him as he watched you carefully drink his physique in, captivated.

“Don’t make me nervous now,” he jokingly added, a tinge of pink blooming on his cheekbones. “Got Sampo wrapped around your pretty little finger, hmm?”

A breathy chuckle left your lips, falling into lust as he nudged your head to the side to bite along the column of your neck.

“A chatter, that man,” you added and subconsciously spread your legs, allowing him to dive in deeper into your body.

“I can’t disagree with him either,” he responded quickly.

He took that split second and didn’t waste any time, calloused palms dragging across the plush of your thighs to push it further apart. The sound of the rustling of his pants made you look and he slowly unbuckled the leather with one hand, pulling it downward.

“Are you—“

“No, I’m preparing you first,” he whispered, trailing his light fingertips from your navel to the edge of your underwear. You were caught by surprise as Gepard’s finger tracks down your clit and rubs it slowly, teasingly. A delicious yet agonizing, dull sensation bubbled within your lower abdomen.

Tiny mewls and gasps left your parted lips, enticing Gepard to go more into rhythm, drinking in the lustful noises that he was producing. This was the reality of the situation, created by the tension between him and Sampo. And now, he couldn’t help the slow rise of his boner, growing an even larger tent within his tight slacks. He wedged his lip inbetween his teeth, chewing it harshly until specks of blood dotted around the abrasion.

He’s the one bringing out these beautiful noises you’re making. Not Sampo. Him.

The beat of his fingers increased, swiping side to side, in circles… Abusing the swollen bundle of nerves of yours. His hawk eyes pierced onto your face, analyzing the shortness of breath, the way your eyes were screwed shut. This only, and merely, egged Gepard on.

“G-Gonna cum,” you announced weakly, knocking your head back onto the wall. Just as the tension built up, it ended abruptly. The heavenly sensation of your bursting release cut short. A tiny whine evoked in you as you glared at Gepard in irritation. He laughed at your expression, hovering over your crumbled physique with both arms caging you in.

Gepard gave you a lop-sided smile and a tilt to his head. “I like that expression. Suits you.”

You sent him another stare of judgement, feeling the heavenly release slowly return back to your normal state. Gepard merely scoffed, jokingly, and yanked his pants along with his boxers down.

“What? Cat got your tongue? Use your words—“ he grabbed your chin and gently caressed your jaw, looking down at you.

“— Or use your mouth.”

You shut yourself up mentally and lowered yourself from the desk, your pride being on the line as well as your aching core. It’s still unbelievable. This wasn’t anything you expected of Gepard; the shy, chivalrous man you once knew vanished in a second, in this dimly lit closet.

Your gaze trailed down his abdomen to his erect penis, the sound of the tip slapping against his skin caused a gulp to rise in your throat. He adorned a large size, stretching out at seven inches — give or take — erect, with pretty blue veins decorating the sides and reaching towards his pelvis. You gave him experimental licks along the shaft, right along those veins popping out of the sheerness of his skin. He was soft, so soft… And warm. The same pink hue of the angry tip matched the shell of his ears.

A strained groan came from him and as you peered up, his head was craned all the way back. The beauty of his was all you could focus on, wanting to mark it up with your own kisses; the way it connected to the angular shapes of his collarbones, to the chisel of his adam’s apple.

“Y-You’re good,” he commented, his breathing erratic as he narrowed his gaze onto you. “Got Sampo as your practice partner—“

A loud slurping noise cut his remark, a moan bordering a whimper erupted from Gepard as you angrily swirled your tongue around, and shoved him all the way down your throat. You released his cock from your puffy lips with a pop, dazing at him intensely. Was he…

“Jealous?” you teased, only to erupt another irritated expression from him. However, it was more than just plain jealousy. Gepard looked at you with a blank stare and suddenly lifted you up by your underarms and shoved open your thighs. He didn’t mutter a single word, instead, aligning his fat cock head to your aching hole. He paused, looking at you cautiously and carefully in case you wanted to deject. A tinge of pink coated the apples of your cheeks, and you instinctively reached to interlock his long fingers with yours.

“Mhm— Eugh!“

He slammed into you, sucking in a harsh breath and made his movements stagnant for a second. A loud throaty noise ripped from your chest, the delicious stretch pulsating and tingling from your cunt, shooting straight up to your head. You took that brief moment to let your body mold around his heated dick, before peering up at him with tears welling in your eyes — a signal to go.

His insatiable, animalistic instincts were the only thing that controlled his body. The wet sounds and bodily noises emitting within the room only gave Gepard more fuel to his fire. You, whose neck was craned all the way up, screamed at the euphoric waves of pleasure. Gepard leaned forward more, licking long stripes along the column of your neck and left vivid hickeys; the blues and purples bloomed on your body, like flowers painted by monet.

“Y-You… Look so beautiful,” he mumbled out, staring at you like you were a blessing sent down by the Aeons themselves. He lifted your hips up and slammed his cock back inside, heavy balls slapped against your puffy lips. Breathy moans and the stench of sex, you dropped your face against his shoulder and cried out.

“… So pretty,” he chanted once more, and kissed your forehead. His left arm trailed down your stomach and with his free hand, he parted your folds with his middle and index fingers. He stared at your core, it was glistening in the cheap fluorescent lamp above the two of you. He tilted his head and blew lightly at your clit, which caused you to buckle at your legs.

You let out a strangled mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt a twitch from his cock and a bubbly sensation rose in the pit of your stomach. It was all so lewd, his length stretched you out so deliciously as he rammed his hips nonstop, his demeanor from before was irritated, and now you were left with the touch-starved shell of a man.

Perhaps it’s due to the strong, pent-up emotions you hold for him, but you grasped onto the back of his head and kissed him— A kiss where it wasn’t merely a gesture of lust, or just because you two were in a sexual act… A battle between pleasure, lust, affection were evident, and the craving to portray your true emotions in that sloppy act. His speed became staggered, irregular thrusts entered and exited your squelching cunt in an inconsistent manner.

“F-fuck! I’m gonna—“ Gepard announced and grumbled various strings of profanity. He searched for your hands once more and intertwined them, looking down at you through glossy eyes.

“Cum with me,” he pleaded, regaining a sense of momentum with his hips. It was almost like a spell — his words — and it echoed in your head. A tinge of pleasure shot from your abdomen and your legs started to shake intensely.

“Shit,” you groaned, whining as the release was nearing. Gepard took notice, immediately feeling you clamp down on his dick harder. He spilled his seed into you, and following after, you creamed around his dick; his hips stuttering wildly. Your walls clenched and you felt the warmth of his cum paint your insides. He kept his hips still and the fluttering of your walls gave him slight overstimulation, cock-warming you while keeping you from leaking out his seed.

His heavy weight fell against your body, the weight of his heart too. Tears welled up in his eyes and he hid his face, holding onto you more tightly than before. From your teary-eyed vision and exhausted state, he gave you a slight glance to make sure you were okay. He quickly covered you with his guard uniform, shielding you from the sudden cold of the closet.

“Don’t… Talk to him. At least alone. And only with me.”

“You know I never had feelings for him, right?” You asked, still trying to catch your breath. You raised your shaking hands to slot them against his reddened cheeks.

“Yes love… But, he’s still Sampo, gets on my nerves, I couldn’t sit there and watch him do that vile act,” he sternly replied, however reverting back to his old self once more. You chuckled at his embarrassment, scratching the crown of his head lovingly.

“All Sampo knows is how to steal $10,000 from naïve people and break-and-enter the most weirdest places,” you stated, chuckling as Gepard tightens his hold around you, shying away his face. He straightens up and helps you wear your clothing, making sure to also gently wipe any fluids or dirt on your body with his own sleeve.

“He’s still another guy, Y/N. So from now on…” Gepard trails off, removing a Belobog Silvermane Guard insignia from the coat draped around you. With the pin still in hand, he fastens it onto the lapel of your jacket, the lustre gleaming out and proud.

“You’re mine. And if Sampo needs physical evidence, that pin can do wonders… If not, make sure I’m with you. I don’t mind giving him a show either.”

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an; i am so sorry this took so long, i swear i saw your request as soon as you sent it, but college finals have been draining me quick </333 thank you for your patience!!! (also there may be grammar errors or spelling mistakes, heavily apologize for such things 🫶🙏)

[veinnamay]

SCREAM 1996 CHRISTMAS ⋆⁺₊❅ HEAD CANNONS

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Stu Macher ;

1. Christmas Enthusiast : He LOVES Christmas. He just loves the stupid activities and dressing up, gets him all giddy n’ shit. He’s planning ahead of time, for sure.

2. Decorations : He thrives on the chaos of tangled lights, gaudy decorations, and tinsel literally everywhere. His house probably looks like a Christmas explosion. Mismatched lights, tacky inflatables in the yard, and a tree that's way too big for the living room. His parents are rarely home, so it’s mostly Stu going unhinged with the decorations.

3. Mariah Carey : She’s #1 on his Spotify Wrapped and it’s only during Christmas. “ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOUU 😫” in early November and thinks it’s hilarious when people groan.

4. Holiday Pranks : Christmas to Stu isn't just about cheer—it’s also about mischief. He takes great joy in rigging holiday decorations to spook people or pull minor pranks. For examples , hiding fake spiders in stockings, rearranging the Nativity scene so the wise men are doing something unholy, jump-scaring friends by hiding behind the Christmas tree (likely breaking some ornaments in the process).

5. Stu- Style Gifts : Stu’s gifts are… unpredictable. He either goes way too far with a gift or gives something so ridiculous it makes no sense.

6. Parties, Parties, Parties : Stu’s house is the spot for Christmas parties. His parents are gone (again), so he throws some wild, poorly planned rager every year, where half the school shows up. There’s spiked eggnog and mistletoe hung in places that make it impossible to walk around without Stu cackling at the awkward encounters.

7. Secretly Sentimental : While Stu acts like Christmas is just an excuse for mayhem, he’s more sentimental than he lets on. Maybe he has a few childhood traditions he still clings to. He never really talks about family during the holidays, but part of him probably wishes they were there—even if he’ll never admit it out loud. Billy might catch on to this, but Stu brushes it off with a joke.

8. “Fashion” : You know Stu owns at least one horrible Christmas sweater and he wears it proudly. Bonus points if it lights up or has bells that jingle when he moves. He pairs it with ridiculous Santa hats or reindeer antlers just to commit to the bit.

9. Snow Shenanigans : If Woodsboro ever gets snow (unlikely, but let’s pretend), Stu turns it into a full-contact sport. Snowball fights are war to him, and he’s the guy who’ll tackle you into a snowdrift with no warning. He also absolutely builds creepy snowmen that look like they’re straight out of a horror movie. Coal for eyes? Nah—Stu uses ketchup for fake blood.

10. Christmas Horror Marathons : Stu hosts a “Holiday Horror Night” with his friends, obviously pushing movies like Black Christmas, Gremlins, or Silent Night, Deadly Night onto everyone. He gets way too hyped for the kills and spends the whole time quoting lines or spoiling jump scares for others. Billy’s there, quiet but amused, and they probably end up arguing over which Christmas-themed kill is the best.

11. Mistletoe : Stu 100% uses mistletoe as an excuse to be flirty and ridiculous. He’s the guy who’ll hold it over someone’s head dramatically and grin, “Rules are rules.” He probably teases Tatum with it constantly. For Billy? He jokingly tries it once, fully expecting Billy to roll his eyes or shove him away—but Stu never does stuff like that without seeing how far he can push it.

12. Last-Minute Christmas Shoppings : Stu is the king of procrastination. He’s the guy panic-buying at the mall on Christmas Eve, grabbing whatever random stuff he can find and trying to pass it off as thoughtful. Somehow, it’s still charming because Stu can talk his way out of anything.

(I frickin love this guy!!)

Billy Loomis ;

1. Christmas Is Just Another Day (On the Surface) : Billy doesn’t care much for Christmas. Or at least, that’s what he says. He’s the guy who shrugs when people ask about his holiday plans, dismissing it as “a capitalist cash-grab” Emo ass. Deep down, though, the holidays bring up complicated feelings. Maybe he’s got memories from when he was little. Now, Christmas feels hollow, and he avoids thinking about it.

2. Quiet Observer at Parties : If Stu drags him to a Christmas party (which he absolutely does), Billy’s the guy hanging out on the outskirts, leaning against a wall with a beer, laughing while watching everyone act like idiots.

3. More Parties : He’ll scoff at the cheesy decorations and roll his eyes at the loud Christmas music, but part of him enjoys being there—especially if Stu is in his element. Seeing Stu acting like a maniac entertains him more than he lets on.

4. Mouthy lmfao : He’s got a sharp tongue when it comes to party games. “Secret Santa? Let me guess—another pair of socks?”

5. Billy’s Family Situation : Christmas at the Loomis house is strained and quiet. It’s probably just him and his dad at this point, sitting through an awkward dinner while his dad barely acknowledges him. The house feels cold and undecorated. Maybe there’s a tree because it’s expected, but it’s sad-looking and thrown together. Billy doesn’t care to fix it. There’s definitely no talk of Billy’s mom—she’s the unspoken shadow hovering over everything during the holidays. But before, she definitely was what kept it festive around the house. So to avoid all this, he probably sticks around Stu’s (mainly) or Sidney’s. (I could go on.)

6. Thoughtful (But Hidden) Gift-Giver : Billy’s not one for flashy gift-giving. He doesn’t like the act of Christmas, but he’s surprisingly thoughtful when it comes to people he cares about.

7. A Christmas Horror Purist : If Billy does anything “festive,” it’s in line with his love of horror. He’ll sit through Black Christmas or Silent Night, Deadly Night with a smirk, analyzing the kills and quietly enjoying the darker takes on the holiday. If Stu ropes him into one of his Christmas horror marathons, Billy pretends to find Stu’s antics annoying, but he’s secretly comfortable there. Sitting in the dark with Stu, watching bloodied Santas and creepy phone calls, is the closest he gets to enjoying the season. (I might write a fanfic… so cutesy!!)

8. Avoiding Sentimentality : Billy hates anything overly sentimental about Christmas. Carolers? He shuts the door in their faces. Sappy movies like It’s a Wonderful Life? He’ll turn it off with a scoff. He acts like he’s above all that emotional nonsense. The truth? It’s not that he doesn’t feel—he just doesn’t know what to do with those feelings. Seeing happy families or romanticized versions of Christmas stirs something painful in him, so he buries it under his usual indifference.

9. Quiet Late Nights : On Christmas Eve, when everything’s still, Billy probably stays up late, sitting in the dark with just the glow of the sad Christmas tree. Maybe he’s watching a movie or absentmindedly flipping through a horror magazine. It’s one of those rare moments where he lets himself just be—away from people, away from expectations. If Stu calls him during one of these moments, Billy picks up, though he sounds more subdued. Stu probably makes some joke to lighten the mood, and Billy half-smiles, even if Stu can’t see it.

10. Snow and Billy Don’t Mix : If Woodsboro ever gets snow, Billy’s not running out to play in it. He finds it annoying and cold, muttering about how it’s just going to turn into slush. Stu probably tackles him into the snow anyway, and Billy reacts with mock irritation. If no one’s looking, though, he might just throw a snowball back—dead-on, with a precision Stu wasn’t expecting.

11. Subtle Possessiveness (?) During the Holidays : Christmas heightens Billy’s possessive tendencies, especially with Stu. Stu’s family isn’t around, but there’s no way they’d be gone for December. They’d have to have some kind of family time, and that would occupy some of Stu’s time. If he’s busy with family or distracted by other friends, Billy subtly bugs him. And Stu knows why, like he has to pick up on it. Why Billy’s suddenly spending all his time there instead of at home. He needs to feel in control when everything else feels unstable.

12. Small Moments of Vulnerability : Billy has little cracks around the holidays where the mask slips. He’ll never admit it, but there’s a part of him that misses the idea of Christmas—before everything got so screwed up.

He rejects the holiday on the surface, but underneath, there’s a lot of unprocessed pain and buried nostalgia. If anyone manages to pull him out of his isolation (looking at you, Stu), it’s on Billy’s terms—subtle moments that let him feel like he’s in control, even during the most chaotic time of year.

Tatum Riley :

1. The Undisputed Holiday It-Girl : Tatum owns Christmas. She’s the person who looks flawless in every holiday photo, decked out in the perfect cozy-chic sweater and effortlessly styled hair. She has a holiday vibe straight out of a 90s teen rom-com—think shiny lip gloss, cute earmuffs, and a playful attitude. She’s the first to make fun of tacky Christmas aesthetics while also pulling them off way too well. Candy-cane-striped everything? On anyone else, it’s cringe. On Tatum? Iconic.

2. Gift-Giving Is Her Love Language : Tatum is an *amazing* gift-giver. She actually listens when people talk about what they like, so her presents always hit the mark.

3. The Queen of Christmas Parties : Tatum is the life of every Christmas party. She’s loud, confident, and has a drink in her hand while dragging Sid onto the dance floor.

4. Competitive Christmas Games : She’s the person forcing everyone into ugly sweater contests or leading a group to spike the punch. She’s not afraid to throw down in a snowball fight either—she’s got a competitive streak a mile wide.

5. Rom-Com Vibes with Dewey : Tatum adores Christmas lights and winter dates—bonus points if it’s with Dewey. She teases him relentlessly for being a “corny good guy,” but secretly, she loves it. Picture Tatum dragging Dewey to look at Christmas lights around Woodsboro, bundled up in his oversized jacket while pretending not to be freezing. Dewey probably surprises her with little gestures—a hot chocolate, a cheesy snow globe—and while she teases him, she keeps everything he gives her.

6. Holiday Movie Queen : Tatum doesn’t have time for Billy and Stu’s horror-only movie marathons. She’s a rom-com and classics kind of girl during the holidays. Think Home Alone, The Santa Clause, or Love Actually. If Sidney’s around, they’re probably curled up under blankets with mugs of cocoa, Tatum shouting advice at the characters like they can hear her. “JUST KISS HIM, GOD!”

7. A Little Bit of a Christmas Diva : Tatum has no patience for half-hearted holiday cheer. If you’re going to celebrate, you better commit. Randy tries to show up to a party in a lame sweater? Tatum throws glitter on him. “Fixed it.” She’s not above calling out people who ruin the vibe—“Billy, you look like you’re at a funeral. Smile for once.”

8. Big Sister Energy : Tatum takes care of her people during the holidays. If Sid’s feeling down, Tatum’s the first to drag her out of the house for some Christmas shopping or convince her to bake cookies. She’s protective over everyone in her circle, and if she senses anything off, she’s quick to step in, even if it means starting a fight.

9. The Perfect Christmas Aesthetic : Tatum’s house is straight out of a magazine. Her mom decorates tastefully, so it’s all classy lights, a Pinterest-perfect tree, and cozy candles. Tatum sneaks in her own touches—like obnoxiously large stockings or candy canes in every room—just to “spice it up.” She’s probably got an entire drawer full of cute Christmas pajamas she’d never let anyone see. (Except Sid. Grandma pajama solidarity lol.)

10. Holiday Shopper : Tatum takes Christmas shopping seriously and has zero patience for slow walkers, long lines, or rude shoppers. Picture her standing in line with Sidney, dramatically and loudly, complaining about how insane people get over 50% off toasters. “I’ll start throwing elbows if I have to.” She’s got a keen eye for sales, though, and somehow leaves the mall with bags full of the perfect gifts.

11. Snow Day Enthusiast : If Woodsboro ever sees snow, Tatum is all in. She’s the one dragging Sidney outside to build snowmen and start snowball fights. She’ll tackle Stu just to prove she can take him down, and she’ll pelt Randy with ice-packed snowballs until he admits defeat. She’s not afraid to ruin her hair for a little fun, and she’ll laugh louder than anyone when she inevitably faceplants into a snowbank.

Tatum is Christmas cheer—loud, confident, and unapologetically herself. She thrives in the chaos of the season.

Sidney Prescott ;

1. A Quiet, Nostalgic Christmas : Sidney’s Christmases are about tradition and simplicity. Her mom loved the holidays, so the season is bittersweet for her—full of fond memories that now carry a tinge of sadness. She keeps certain family traditions alive, like baking cookies from her mom’s old recipe book or watching It’s a Wonderful Life on Christmas Eve. It’s her way of feeling close to Maureen, even when it hurts.

2. Decorations : Her house is decorated modestly—a real tree with mismatched ornaments collected over the years, white lights, and handmade decorations from childhood. It's cozy and nostalgic, much like Sidney herself.

3. The Thoughtful Gift-Giver : Sidney puts a lot of heart into her gifts. She’s not flashy about it, but everything she gives is meaningful and personal.

4. Holiday Overwhelm : Big, chaotic Christmas parties (especially Stu’s) can be overwhelming for Sidney. She’s social and kind, but crowds and noise drain her, so she gravitates toward quiet corners or one-on-one conversations. Tatum usually drags her into the chaos, and Sidney goes along with it, laughing as Tatum forces her into a ridiculous ugly sweater.

5. Her Relationship with Snow : If Woodsboro gets snow, Sidney’s the one who finds the quiet beauty in it. She’ll go for long walks alone, listening to the soft crunch of snow under her boots and watching the way the world feels still and peaceful. Tatum probably pulls her into a snowball fight, breaking the mood, and Sid doesn’t mind—she ends up laughing so hard she forgets why she was sad in the first place. Also, she’s great at building snowmen but pretends to hate getting her gloves wet.

6. Holiday Movie Nights : Sidney loves classic Christmas movies—It’s a Wonderful Life, Miracle on 34th Street, A Charlie Brown Christmas. They’re a comfort to her, reminders of watching with her mom as a kid. When Tatum insists on a rom-com binge or Stu demands horror marathons, Sidney humors them but eventually pulls the “it’s my turn” card. No one argues when Sid wants a quiet movie night—it’s like an unspoken rule that she gets what she needs.

7. Baking as Therapy : Sidney bakes during the holidays because it’s calming and makes the house smell like warmth. She’s not a natural Martha Stewart, but she’s determined to follow her mom’s recipes. Tatum helps, but mostly just to steal cookie dough and call it “quality control.” Sid rolls her eyes and lets her. Stu once tried to mess with the cookies (extra salt, no sugar), and Sidney nearly smacked him with a spatula.

8. Thoughtful Holiday Traditions : Sidney has a habit of sending out handwritten Christmas cards, even to people who don’t expect them. It’s her quiet way of staying connected and letting people know she cares. She hangs onto sentimental items, like ornaments her mom gave her or gifts from friends, no matter how silly. Her Christmas decorations tell a story—every piece means something.

9. Sidney at Stu’s Chaotic Parties : Sidney shows up to Stu’s Christmas parties because of Tatum—and because Billy wants her there—but she’s always the one quietly making sure things don’t go completely off the rails. She’s the responsible one who pulls Randy out of trouble or stops Stu from lighting the fireplace "just to see what happens.” If things get overwhelming, Sidney slips outside for air. She doesn’t like people noticing when she needs space, but sometimes Tatum finds her anyway.

10. Christmas Eve Emotions : Christmas Eve is the hardest night for Sid. It’s quiet, and the weight of her family memories hits her hardest. She’ll light a candle for her mom or sit by the tree with a blanket, staring at the lights and letting herself feel it. She doesn’t talk about it with anyone, but Tatum knows—and always calls her to check in, even if Sid insists she’s fine.

11. Her Presence as the Heart of the Group : Sidney is the grounding presence during the chaos of the holidays. She’s the one who brings balance to the group—where Tatum brings the energy and Stu brings the chaos, Sid brings the quiet warmth. She’s kind to everyone, and she’s the first to notice if someone else is having a hard time. She checks in on people without being asked, always putting others before herself.

Sidney’s Christmas is a mix of quiet reflection, warmth, and bittersweet nostalgia. She finds comfort in traditions and small moments, even as the holidays remind her of what she’s lost.

(And you know Tatum, Stu, and Randy would all conspire to make sure Sid gets at least one night of unfiltered fun, whether she likes it or not.)

Randy Meeks ;

1. The Movie Marathon Master : Randy treats Christmas like it’s his personal Super Bowl of Movie Marathons. Forget rom-coms and heartfelt dramas—Randy is the guy forcing everyone to sit through holiday-themed horror movies and classics only he thinks are cool. "Black Christmas" and "Gremlins" are his obvious go-tos. He insists on a double-feature tradition: "Home Alone" (a kid’s revenge fantasy) followed by Silent Night, Deadly Night. “See? Christmas movies are about trauma. I rest my case.”

2. The Guy Who Buys Movie-Themed Gifts : Randy is the friend who gets everyone gifts that reflect his interests but are tailored just enough to show he does care:

3. The Ultimate Stocking Stuffer Guy : Randy is broke, let’s be honest, but he kills it with stocking stuffers. Think movie trivia cards, candy shaped like film reels, and weird novelty gifts he finds at a discount store. He probably throws in a mix of heartfelt and ridiculous: a mixtape he made (with “curated” Christmas songs) alongside a rubber reindeer nose.

4. His Family’s Christmas Is Pure Chaos : Randy’s house is loud, messy, and filled with younger cousins running wild. Picture mismatched stockings, a blinking rainbow-light tree that definitely flickers ominously, and a TV that’s always blasting movies or video games. His mom probably throws a huge family dinner, and Randy sneaks bites of food out of the kitchen early because “survival instincts.”

5. Crashes Stu’s Parties and Doesn’t Leave : Randy always shows up to Stu’s Christmas parties uninvited, arms full of movies and snacks. He immediately makes himself at home and starts trying to "educate" everyone on film history. “Did you know Tim Burton pitched The Nightmare Before Christmas in the 80s and got rejected? Hollywood is so stupid sometimes.”

6. He’s the guy debating movie plot holes at 2 a.m. and accidentally falling asleep on the couch under a pile of coats.

7. Awkward Around Mistletoe : Randy gets so flustered if someone catches him under the mistletoe. He’s the guy who turns red, starts stammering, and makes an awful joke to deflect. Tatum totally uses this to mess with him, dragging Sidney into it to really make Randy panic.

8. Obsessive About Gift Wrap Themes : For someone so unorganized in life, Randy gets weirdly intense about his gift-wrapping. He picks a theme every year—like movie tickets, old newspaper clippings, or comic book pages—and insists it’s “art.”

9. Sentimental Moments Slip Through : Beneath all the jokes and movie references, Randy’s a sentimental guy. He gets a little reflective during the holidays, especially with his friends. He’ll quietly check in on Sidney, asking if she’s okay around the holidays. He knows she’s hurting, even if she doesn’t say it. Randy probably ends up making a heartfelt toast at Stu’s party that starts funny and somehow turns emotional: “I know I joke a lot, but, like, we’re lucky, you know? To have each other. Even you, Stu.”

10. “The Dude with the Camera” : Randy is constantly capturing holiday chaos on a camcorder or Polaroid camera. He insists he’s “documenting the memories,” but really, he just loves having receipts of everyone acting ridiculous. Stu trying to juggle Christmas ornaments? Captured. Tatum pelting Randy with a snowball mid-monologue? Immortalized.

Randy’s Christmas is loud, nerdy, and sprinkled with chaotic energy. He’s the guy who shows up unannounced, stays way too long, and somehow makes the holidays brighter with his awkward charm and endless movie knowledge. Beneath all his silliness, though, there’s a big heart—he just hides it behind jokes and VHS tapes.

(And you know Randy would have a special “Christmas Movie Survival Guide” prepared for the group, complete with rules like, “Rule #1: Never trust a killer Santa.”)

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Could you do the OM bros seeing a friendly, opmistic, kind , funny Mc who's actually a cunning and a manipulative seducer/seductress. Always keeping a poker face in order to get what they want which is power and gets away with it but the brothers realize it too late( I know Lucy, Satan and Belphie are smart enough but It is possible for them to get "tricked" by Mc since they love them.)

Two-Faced Reader | Yandere Obey Me!

Power is what you’re after and you’re used to doing whatever you feel like to get it. Including acting like the innocent lamb that gets all of them wrapped around your fingers. Now whether you intended for their infatuation with you or not it's bound to further your agenda or more likely their own:

Leviathan 

“Whooooa talk about mad twists!”

Thinks it's hot when you switch from the sweet ingenue to domineering master 

Kind of likes the way switch 

And the curiousness if its some condition and you only do it with him

Oh how he hopes

At your command, he summons Lotan on the daily 

Sometimes completing sidequests without you telling him

Like offing those conspiratory NPCs

Satan

“I see what game your playing and I’m intrigued.”

He knows your games

And man does he love playing them

Your ambition rivals his own and he can’t help but want to encourage you

He’s not going to say he’s whipped but he’s certainly willing to cause all kinds of mayhem in your name

A shame that he’s not roped in by your fake personality

Asmodeus

“Oya~my baby wants them gone? Promise to give me kisses?”

He falls head first for you’re precious persona

So innocent, so cute

It makes pining for you all the more fun

And killing for you even more satisfying

He’s someone who’s not going to flip when you’re personality shines through

Your still his sexy lamb 

And he so badly wants to keep you

Even if it means using his beauty to deceive those who get in your way

And the ones he just doesn’t like

Beelzebub

“Don’t accuse them of such things, they hardly know how devildom works.”

Falls hook line and sinker for your persona 

No doubt easily deceived by your little acts

And in your defense, he’ll eat just about anyone 

Even when it’s revealed, the truth of your true colors he can’t help but still believe

That you’d been deceived 

That underneath the cunning persona is still the poor human that needs protection

And is number one in your crew for most likely to usurp 

You don’t know what you’re doing so maybe he and Belphie should bother with the bad guys out there

Belphegor

“...Right. But they still want that one out of the way and we promised to do that right?”

Sees right through you 

And originally isn’t all that fond of Beel’s perception of you

He thinks you tricked his sweet brother 

But in a way, he finds that he agrees

You're a stupid, in over your head human

And who better to intervene in your shenanigans than the two of them 

Plus he enjoys your bloodthirsty behavior

Though it's nothing compared to his murderous drive you’re still cute

If anyone is more likely to initiate the usurpation its him

Lucifer

“You think you’re so slick, I can’t help but be enamored.”

He doesn’t immediately see it

Playing into your hands for a short while 

Before catching on and switching from compliance and not

He thinks both sides of you are cute

But you're just so naive to think enabling their murderous tendencies will end with only who you’ve designated a threat

He and his brothers can easily see more than you 

So trust in that

[xero88]

part four of my Cookie Run Kingdom swap AU!

the previous three posts, if you wanna see em

as stated in the original post, Golden Cheese Cookie swaps with Chili Pepper Cookie here. as such, to start we now have:

Cheddar Cookie! (there wasn't much to do with her pre-Soul Jam design, sorry)

A young and greedy cookie with an unrivaled ambition, Cheddar dreams of becoming royalty! Armed with her spear and an infallible determination, she would travel across Earthbread and back to manifest the vision in her mind: A prosperous kingdom, with coffers filled to the brim, and her as its queen! She even knows exactly where she'd build it, that being the Parmesan Desert she hails from.

That said, however, she has a deep, dark secret...that tuft of hair on the top of her head is actually a dollop of artificial cheese substitute that was added to her dough. Of course, most wouldn't really care if they found out about this truth, but she feels a tad insecure about not being pure 100% cheese.

In contrast, we have Pepper X Cookie, queen of the high seas and Light of Fervor! It's said that just a single pepper flake from her hair would be hot enough to quell even the restless Licorice Sea! Known to many as the greatest pirate the world over, she didn't have a traditional "kingdom" like the other Ancient heroes, instead forging an unforgettable legacy. Often clashing with the likes of the fearsome Durianeers or the monsters of the Duskgloom Sea, it's said that she herself gave pirate captain Stink-Eye Tortuca his infamous eyepatch, and that she was able to sail through the Licorice Sea unabated, despite the many monstrous creatures that made up its waters. With her captain's coat draped over her back, she sailed the oceans of Earthbread in search of treasure and thrills alike, always armed with her famous cutlass no matter where she went.

(More important info under the cut, if you're interested in this AU and its story)

While she wasn't exactly on the best terms with the law, she was certainly better than...y'know, just about every other pirate in Earthbread, being more of a treasure hunter than a plunderer (though many would argue that means she isn't a pirate at all, but would you say that to her face?). Combined with being the holder of the Soul Jam of Fervor, and most of her shenanigans were tolerated, so long as she helped defend the kingdoms of Earthbread, a set of terms she agreed with.

After that fateful battle against the |||||||||||| and their Unbaked Army, however, Pepper X wasn't the same. She and her crew left port, as always, and sailed towards the Licorice Sea...and were never seen again.

Now nowhere to be found, many outlaws across Earthbread found themselves unrivaled; the Durianeers returned to ravage the Grandberry Archipelago, the Ginkgoblins returned to their mayhem on the Sugar-Free Road, and countless more similar scenarios transpired all over.

Meanwhile, the Licorice Sea has recently begun to recede, creating a whirlpool/crater a ways away from the shores of the inhospitable wasteland that is Beast-Yeast; known as the Dry Yeast Isle, it contains the many, many ships the beasts of the Licorice Sea once brought to ruin...and the wreckage of a lost civilization, filled to the brim with their ancient treasures.

In response, two rivaling bands of thieves have made their names known and begun fighting over the Dry Yeast Isle and its wealth, one led by a money-hungry rogue with an insatiable greed, and the other led by an adrenaline junky warlord that refuses to go a day without some entertainment, even if some of said entertainment is...a bit gruesome.

[ectoberhaunt]

Ectoberhaunt 2023: Science VS Magic

Dear Phandom new and old, sorry for the delay but this here is our 2023 theme and prompt list! Once again we've changed it up a little to make it a little easier on all of us, and to invite fun and mayhem Phandom wide! Prompts are once again Monday-Friday, with Friday being singular prompts, and weekends being (mostly) free as catch up days. The only real change is our new 'isekai weekend' on the 21st and 22nd, with two different sub prompts for the days. Isekai is a subgenre of anime in which a character ends up in a different place or world all together. It literally translates to 'otherworld'! The two prompts for this weekend are 'past prompt', where we want to see the Phandom use a prompt from either of our previous calendars. The other is 'portal shenanigans'. We highly encourage you to create crossover content and AUs you've wanted to play with. As always, our last prompt day is October 24th to make way for the Ectober Week event. This means our free days are the 1st, 7th, 8th, 14th, 15th, with the 25th-31st being @ectoberweekofficial's time to shine. Please tag all prompt fills as "Ectoberhaunt23", and follow the additional posting guidelines below!

Posting for this event begins October 2nd!

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The Prompts

Below are the listed prompts in date order, if it's blank it's a catch up day. First prompt is Science, second is Magic!

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Tecnomancy vs Botonamancy

Black Cat vs White Crow

Aliens vs Zombies

Hunt vs Haunt

Tabletop

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Robots vs Dragons

Pseudoscience vs Occultism

Dread vs Calm

Obsession vs Repression

Horror Flick

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Revenant vs Death Echo

Blood vs Flesh

Unravel vs Intertwine

Claws vs Horns

Danse Macabre

Isekai: Past Prompts (2021 | 2022)

Isekai: Portal Shenanigans

Technus vs Magic

Science vs Dora Ectober Week!

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[rebeliz7]

More than anything

Wanda Maximoff x Super Soldier!Reader

Warnings: Killgrave shenanigans - forced acts - descriptions of blood - fighting - quite a bit of fighting.

Request: What about a Wanda maximoff x powered fem reader where Killgrave gets to the reader and forces her to fight the avengers and try to kill them and Wanda is the only one who can stop her.

Word Count: 4520

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You don’t believe in bad omens. At least you’ve never been one to pay that sort of thing any mind. 

When you enter Tony’s lab and you notice him atop a large iron ladder, trying to reach a vent, you’re wondering why he isn’t using one of his suits to levitate so high that you end up walking right underneath the open ladder. 

The weird this is---you notice it, and a weird heavy weight settles in the pit of your stomach because of it. 

“That’s bad luck, you know?” Sam tells you as he walks inside as well. 

“It’s just a ladder, Wilson.” You try to brush it off but he shrugs his shoulders, and you kind of hate him for telling you that.

“Not what my mom used to say.” He says, but you keep the comeback to yourself this time. 

It’s not what Wanda says either, and although you don’t believe in that kind of thing, you’re still aware of superstitions and always try to avoid ‘poking the bear’.  

You talk with Tony and leave his lab quickly. It’s not until much later that you remember this particular moment and that damn ladder. 

… 

The mission was a simple one. Get in, detain the suspects, free the hostages. Simple.

Simple is the furthest from your current situation though. 

When you got to the scene earlier, you quickly noticed the swarm of people willing to fight anyone who tried to get in. The odd part about it is---they all seem to be fighting against their will, as if someone’s forcing them, controlling them. 

“Something isn’t right.” You speak through your coms, as you press your back against a near wall to catch your breath. 

“Talk to me.” Natasha’s voice comes through quickly, but so does another attack. 

You barely avoid the iron bar coming to your head, only to come face to face to the guy that’s gripping said bar with trembling hands and tears running down his pale cheeks. 

You watch him for a split second, but he’s fighting against what he’s doing and the same feeling that washes over you when you walked inside Tony’s lab makes a comeback. 

That damn ladder. 

“Something’s not right, Nat.” You respond, avoiding the guy’s attacks again but refusing to attack him back. 

He screams, coming at you with more attacks, one after another. Taking pity of him, you take the bar off his hands and slap him across the face. He falls unconscious and you catch his body before it hits the ground to lay him down gently.  

“These people are not right.” You tell the team through the coms again, eyes still on the guy that’s on the floor. 

You have a terrible feeling. 

“I agree. It’s like they don’t want to be here. Someone just apologized to me before attacking.” Sam’s voice comes through, and you decide to leave. Better to leave now, and come back with more information than fighting in the dark like this.  

The reports said that you need to stop a group of individuals who are dangerous and seem to be enhanced in some unknown ways, and have been causing mayhem across town. You haven’t seen anyone enhanced so far but that’s not to say that something isn’t right. 

“What do we have here?” A voice speaks, making you halt in your step and turn around slowly. 

A guy, shorter than you and much more skinny, smiles at you. Involuntary shivers run down your spine at the sight of his creepy smile, but you still assess him. 

British accent, in his early forties, purple suit and one hundred percent creepy.  

“Who are you?” You ask him but he just smiles, and walks closer to you.  

“Drop the mics, darling.” The shot of electricity that runs through you at hearing his command, feels like a bucket of ice cold water dripping down your back. 

You do as he says, without resistance and when it’s done, panic begins to build up in the pit of your stomach. You’re terrified. 

“What’s happening?” You ask him, your voice an octave higher and he simply smiles. 

“No talking on your part for now. I’m going to do the talking, and you’re going to listen. Speak only when I tell you to.” He says and tears spring to your eyes when you realize that you can’t talk, even though you want to. “That’s better.” He smiles. 

This is what’s happening here. All these people were ordered by this guy to fight you and now you see it. You need to warn the team, but you don’t know how. 

“First of all,” he says as he runs a finger down your jacket clad arm, making you shiver involuntarily. “Take this off, it's way too hot for anyone to be wearing leather.”

Every cell in your body wants to protest at this particular command, but you take off the jacket just like he wants you to and drop it on the ground. 

You know that you have to warn the others, you have to fight him, you have to stop him---but you can’t move, you can’t even talk. 

“Come over here.” He tells you as he enters a room that leads you down a dark hallway, and you silently follow him. 

“Smile, darling. You’re looking way too serious.” He says over his shoulder and you feel your lips rising up on the edges, and you’re smiling so wide that it’s hurting your cheeks but you continue to do it because you have to and that’s all that matters. 

Doing what he says it’s all that matters. 

“Break this door.” He orders next, when you stand in front of a wooden locked door and without a question you kick it open for him. 

“You remind me of someone.” He says with a bit of melancholy in his tone but when he catches sight of your face, he grimaces and flinches back. “Stop smiling now, you’re creeping me out.” He laughs, and you stop immediately.

“You’re an Avenger, right?” He asks as he guides you down some stairs. “I saw the mighty Captain before I found you all alone in those stairs. Lucky me. Answer.”

“I’m a Winter Soldier.” You answer, and he claps his hands in delight. 

“Oh, this is fantastic! You and I are gonna have so much fun together. Yes, we will!”

He guides you to an underground parking lot and then hands you the keys of a car before getting in the passenger seat, and you follow suit. 

“Be a darling and drive us out of this mess, would you?” He says offhandedly, bored, and you turn on the engine before backing up. 

You drive away from the building and your team doesn’t notice, no one is following you and you want to ask him what will happen with the people he's leaving behind but you still can’t talk freely.

“Take me somewhere safe.” He says after five minutes on the road, and you immediately think of safe houses. “A place where the Avengers won’t find us.” He clarifies and you nod at him.

Pictures of places where the Avengers would never find you pop in you head at his request, and you turn the car around. He smiles, a look you can’t comprehend passing through his eyes, and then your cell phone rings. 

“Who is calling you?” He asks as you retrieve your phone promptly, you see the picture of your girlfriend on the screen and your vision becomes a bit blurry around the edges with the blink of your eyes. 

“My girlfriend.” You tell him and he takes the phone from you, studies the picture for a hot second and then gives it back to you.

“Answer. Tell her that you’ve taken another route back. Tell her you’re okay and that you’ll see her soon.”

Something within you wants to fight back but you slide your fingers across the screen to answer anyway, because you need to do as he says. 

“Hey, babe.” You answer casually. 

“Where are you? Are you okay?” Wanda asks, sounding agitated. “Your coms are down.”

“I’m okay. I’m taking another route back to the Compound.” You tell her, the lie falling easily off your lips and you feel sick to your stomach. 

“Why? What happened?” Wanda asks and you can hear the worry in her voice but you need to say what he told you to say, nothing else matters. 

“I’m okay. I’ll see you soon.” You end the call at once and the man smiles at you, and when he stretches out his hand you place your phone on the palm of his hand willingly. 

He doesn’t speak for the rest of the ride but you feel him watching you, and you can’t resist him at all even though somewhere in the back of your mind you know that you need to. 

When you arrive at a place that you know he’ll be alright, he takes a deep breath before sitting at the head of the dining table, as if this has always been a place known to him and you are an old friend. 

“Come, sit with me.” You sit to his right and with a finger on his lips he seems to be deep in thought.

You’re shaking, afraid out of your mind because the more time you spend with him the more you realize that nothing else matters to you. 

Still, you try to resist the urge. 

“Why were the Avengers there today?” He asks after a beat.

“We were asked to help by the local police.”

“Do they know of me?” He asks and you shake your head. “That’s grand. That’s fantastic! Now!” He claps his hands again, his smile never wavering. “A Winter Soldier, you said?”

“Yes.” 

“That makes you just as strong as Captain America.”

“Yes.”

“Just as lethal as good old Barnes, right?”

“Yes.”

Your head is fuzzy, like you can’t think of anything else besides this man and his words.

“I want you to kill them all.” He says and your head spins, but you don’t know why. All you know is that you need to do as he asks. “I want you to kill all the Avengers and when that’s done I need you back here with me. I have plans for us.”

…

You secure the safe house before you leave. You know exactly where to find the Avengers, you know exactly how to kill them all and you have an order. 

You ditch your car a mile away from the Compound, and you make your way inside without any resistance. You know this place like the back of your hand after all. 

You could just walk through the front door, you realize, but the rifle in your hand would be too suspicious to not raise any alarms. You need them dead, and you need them dead quickly so you can go back to that man. 

You have so many options to take them out, so many ways that they won’t even see coming. 

Groaning to yourself, you keep on walking, trying to ignore why there’s a knot around your throat or why the thought of killing these Avengers pains you so. All you know is that you have an order and you need to fulfill it, you need to do as he asked. 

Nothing else matters. 

You could wait for everyone to go to bed first, but Friday would send an alarm to everyone the moment it recognizes that it’s being hacked and you can’t be found out just yet. You’ll do this without hacking into Friday, it seems. 

… 

You place bombs on every getaway route and wait. The moment the bombs go off, you know Friday will lock them in, activating security protocols. 

When the bombs go off, and everyone tries to run out you’re waiting at the perfect spot for them. 

Sam is the first one to run out. He breaks one of the large windows in the common room, but he doesn’t make it further. You put a bullet in his shoulder, on the only blank spot of his suit just as he’s about to take off flying. 

He falls backwards with force and you curse under your breath. The bullet should have gone into his head, that was the right thing to do. Now he’s injured and in the blue. 

Kill them, he said. 

You have a clear shot to his jugular and you shoot. 

The bullet ricochetes off Captain America’s shield, who just came out through the same window to his help. You instantly try to point at the new target, but Steve throws his shield at you in a split second. 

Rolling backwards, you barely avoid being hit by his shield. Not missing a beat you get ready to shoot again but the look on Steve’s face makes you take a stop. 

“What?” He asks himself, confused. You shake your head, fighting against the cloud of fogginess that’s taking over your vision and the ripping pain that threatens to break you from the inside out. 

Throwing the rifle to the ground, you decide to jump down and meet them halfway but not before checking your chest for wounds. This pain---this pain feels too real to be anything other than physical. 

You don’t know what’s happening anymore. You just know that you need them dead. You need to do as the man said. 

“What is happening?” Wanda asks, finally making an appearance and your eyes meet hers across the yard. 

You want to go to her---but she’s an Avenger.  

“She did this.” Steve tells her and you take a deep breath. You need them dead, you need them all dead.

Not waiting another second, you leap for him, punching him in the jaw before he can see you coming. You need him dead, you just need the Avengers dead. That’s all you know, that’s all you need to do.

Steve fights back, although still confused and reluctant to do so. When he punches you in the jaw, something crosses your mind, recognition. 

He punches you again, making you take several steps back. You need them dead, don’t you?

Looking up, you catch sight of your own reflection in one of the larger windows and you become so dizzy that you almost lose your balance where you stand. 

What are you doing?

“Why are you doing this? You have to stop!” Steve tells you but you’re staring at your reflection because you’re crying, and your tears seem to expand the pain in your chest---your chest that isn’t injured.

“I have to kill you.” You tell him as you turn around to face him one more time. 

Steve frowns, blood dripping down the side of his mouth where you punched him before. The need to scream overtakes you, even more so when you see Sam bleeding out on the ground and Wanda---Wanda who doesn’t seem to be able to move, too confused by what you’re doing. 

You see her in your peripheral vision a second too late. Natasha comes at you from the shadows, and she’s hard to pin down. 

One of her bites hit you in the back, making you fall to your knees, the electricity of it making you grow in pain. Not that it’s enough to keep you down, and she knows it. 

Next, she jumps on your shoulders with one of her signature moves but you’re ready for her this time around. You grab her hair in a tight grip around your fist and pull her forward with all your strenght. 

Her back hits the ground hard and you’re so worked up, that you go after her without a pause. You raise your boot clad foot to stomp on her face but someone pulls you back, making you stumble before you realize who’s come to Natasha’s rescue. 

Steve looks pained, his lip has swollen and you can’t seem to shake the look of Natasha’s terrified expression off your head. 

You need them dead. You just need them dead. You need to do as he said. 

Attacking Steve for a second time is far easier, you know him and you know his weak spots. He grows tired after only a few minutes, as if he’s no match for you at all, and you know you can finish him. 

You almost have him, you can do this fast and you can be back to the man before midnight. You need to get back to him because he has plans. 

Bleeding and tired yourself, you manage to get a hold of his shield. You can taste blood on your tongue, tears running down your cheeks and you’re about to finally end him.

He’s on the ground and you can end him with one hit of his own shield---one single blow and he’ll be dead. You have to. 

“No.” A voice echoes in your ears, inside your head---it vibrates all throughout your body, you feel it in your veins. 

“No.” The voice says again, cutting through the fogginess of your brain like a well sharpened knife, and the pain is unbearable.  

“Stop!” You scream, as you let go of the shield and you fall to the ground, hands on your head and rolling on the grass.

The pain is blinding---it feels like your head is splitting in half. You can’t take it.

“Darling, you need to stop.” The voice says and you scream louder, unable to take the pain that comes with that voice. It’s scrambling your brain, you can feel it. 

“Please.” The voice begs, broken and strained. 

“Stop!” You scream back, finally recognizing the voice. 

You have to kill them. You have to kill them, that’s all that matters. 

“He’s controlling you.” Wanda says, still in your head, her voice resonating only for your ears. 

But you need to go back to him, you need them dead. He’s waiting for you.  

“No, you don’t.” Wanda says, replying to your thoughts. “You don’t need to go back to him. You need to be here. With me. With us. We’re your family.”

Screaming, your voice carries out as you punch the ground so hard that the dirt gives in with the force of your fists.

You can see the forgiveness of your brain slowly lifting, as if it were a drape and someone is finally opening it, letting the light come through. 

It takes a moment for it to sink in, but that blinding need to do as the man told you to do, still palpates within you, although not as strong.

You catch sight of Steve, bleeding on the floor where you left him. His face is bloody, his left eye shut closed and swollen---you almost don’t recognize him, and you did that to him.  

Your hands are splashed with his blood and dirt, and you’re shaking. 

“I need to do this.” You speak out loud. “I need to do this.”

Wanda’s close to you now, tears running down her cheeks as she reaches for you. 

You clutch her hands desperately, but she’s firm as she takes your face and forces you to look at her, although you can’t meet her eyes. 

“Look at me.” She says but her lips aren’t moving, she’s still in your head. “Look at me.”

Hesitantly, you meet her hazel eyes. She’s so strong right now, stronger than you ever thought possible. 

“You have to fight it. You have to fight him out of your mind.” She tells you. 

“You don’t understand.” You cry, head shaking as his command unravels through you. “I need to do what he asked me to do. I need to.”

“No.” She fiercely tells you, her hands anchoring you. “Fight him back.” She orders you---and something within you breaks free.

The light pours in and the pain is so devastating that you fall backwards, clutching your head as everything overwhelms you. 

You scream until your voice begins to waver, until your head feels as if it’s been chopped off and replaced. 

“I can’t.” You cry out when you still need to do as he said, only now you’re aware of it. You know what he asked and you know how wrong it is.   

“Listen to me.” Wanda’s voice orders again, and you will yourself to listen. “You’re stronger than this.”

You’re not, you’re really not. You can’t fight this command.

“I love you so much.” Wanda tells you as you try to stay concious.  “I love you and I need you to fight him out. Do it.”

“I lo - ” Your voice is hoarse and a sob breaks through your lips when you look at her. “I lo - I love you too.”

She sends you a small smile in return and you focus on the images that she’s putting in your head, images of the two of you together and you let her wander your mind until you inevitably pass out. 

…

You wake up with a start, and one hell of a headache. You’re in the medbay and Wanda is sleeping right next to you, her arm firmly wrapped around your middle protectively and you don’t know what to do.

“You kicked our asses.” Natasha casually says from a nearby chair that you didn’t notice before.

Her voice comes accompanied by a wave of guilt that washes over you mercilessly. Especially when you look at her face and catch the fresh bruises adorning it. Bruises that you put there. 

Tears rush to your eyes as everything comes back to you, and you can’t get a grip of yourself.  

“I’m so sorry.” You cry, begging for her forgiveness. Nat’s quick to walk over to you though, and press her lips on your temple for a few long seconds. 

“None of that.” She assures you when she leans back and takes your hand with both of hers. “We tracked your phone. We took precautions and we caught him. He’s on his way to the Rift as we speak. He’ll never get to you, or anyone again.”

You almost bolt out of the bed at hearing that anyone else could have been in close proximity to that man, but Wanda holds you tighter. 

“We got him.” She tells you softly and close to your ear, making you cry even harder.

You cry for long minutes that feel like an eternity. 

You were a Winter Soldier, you’ve been that kind of slave but back then you didn’t know anything, you didn’t know what you were missing, you didn’t even know who you were. 

This man made you a slave while you could still remember your name and the people that you love, he made you go after them and turned your head into a mess in order for you to do what he wanted you to.

“I love you.” Wanda murmurs in your ear again, and again and you hold her just as tight. 

If it weren’t for her---you don’t even want to think about what could have happened if it weren’t for her.

You only raise your head when you hear pouring, and you find Liho walking on your legs. He immediately pokes your mouth with his head and your nose throbs in pain, and you remember that Steve broke it. 

“They’re okay.” Wanda says, her hand on Liho’s head and her lips pressing fleeting kisses on the corner of your lips, as if she can’t be away from you. “Nothing they can’t recover from.”

“They’ll be fine.” Natasha says offhandedly as she picks up her cat from your chest and you grip Wanda’s arm to keep her close. “I’m gonna take this one up for some food, and I’ll put something together for dinner. Come up in thirty.”

You nod, still a bit uncertain that you deserve her care after what happened but thankful nonetheless.

“Thanks, Nat.” Wanda says for the both of you and then she sits up on the bed, her hands never leaving yours. You watch as she kisses your bruised knuckles, and you love her so much that your breath comes out short. 

“I think I knew.” You say and she gives you her entire attention. “When I shot Sam, I knew I should shoot him in the head, but I still shot him in the shoulder.”

“You were struggling. You were fighting him even before I intervened.” She says, leaning down to wipe away your tears and to kiss you softly. You cup her face and return her kiss.

“I could have used the rifle on Stev,e but I didn’t.” You tell her next and she nods, a proud smile on her lips. 

“I know.” 

“Do you think they’ll forgive me?” You ask her, and she kisses you again. 

“There wasn’t a moment when Steve thought that you were doing that on your own.” She tells you and then points to her head, you know she’s telling you the truth because she saw inside of his head. “Sam is slightly disappointed that he didn’t get to kick your ass but he didn’t doubt you either. Neither did Natasha.”

“And you?” You ask, your hand on her shoulder, keeping her close and revealing the weight of her body half on  top of yours even if you’re hurting, even if you can still feel Steve’s fists colliding with your ribs. 

“I believe in you.” She says, her lips close to yours. “I love you more than anything.”

You pull her closer and kiss her until you can’t take the pain on your nose, and she pulls back with a smile on her lips. You don’t know how you got this lucky, you don’t even know how she made her way into your life or how you made your way into hers. 

But God! You love her. 

“Thank you.” You tell her as you remember the things that she made you see when you were struggling. She showed you the first time she saw you, the first time she wanted to kiss you, your first kiss, images of you two watching a movie and grocery shopping, small things that pulled you right out of the nightmare you were living. 

“You continue to save me.” She frowns at hearing your words and you kiss the palm of her hand. “You came into my life and everything changed.”

“So did you.” She softly says and you smile.

“I love you more than anything too.” You tell her and she kisses you again. 

You’ll have to apologize to Steve and Sam, but for now you can just kiss your girlfriend and be grateful that you didn’t do anything that can’t be undone. 

Liho jumps on your bed soon after though, a clear sign that Natasha is already waiting for you and you have to follow him to the elevator.

….

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Kitty Chaos (Alley Cat #17)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem! Reader Word Count: ~3100 Summary: Houdini is feeling his oats Warnings: Sex dream (oral sex, p in v sex), cat shenanigans, non-graphic workplace harassment, frank discussions about sex, referenced animal cruelty Alley Cat Masterlist Matt Murdock / Daredevil Masterlist General Masterlist Taglist: @loves0phelia, @nowheredreamer, @beezusvreeland, @yarrystyleeza, @justvalkyrie, @shouldbestudying41, @loveroftoomanyfandoms, @pastafossa A03 Link

Part 17: Kitty Chaos

“Matt…” you moaned.

Matt's only response was another quiet groan against your cunt. His hips still rocked restlessly against the sheets, while his tongue, made clumsy by his orgasm, did little more than tease you. 

You squirmed against the heavy weight of his arm draped across your hips. You had to have more. You needed more.

You weren't sure how long you tried to grind against his face, chasing the pleasure that kept dancing just out of reach. But you knew the exact moment that Matt came back down to Earth.

Suddenly his arm was pinning your hips to the bed, his tongue giving firm, steady licks to your clit that showered you with white-hot sparks of pleasure. 

Matt kept stoking those little embers into an inferno until you were begging. Pleas that turned into screams as he wrapped his lips around your sensitive little nub and sucked.

And then your orgasm, after being so out of reach, was suddenly right there. White stole your vision as your body writhed under his hold, your ears filled with the sound of Matt's happy grunts as he hungrily lapped at your entrance then buried his tongue as far inside your cunt as it could reach, his thumb rubbing circles into your clit sending you hurdling back over the edge. 

So close on the heels of your first orgasm, this second one felt so good that it hurt…

You were still trembling when Matt  raised his head, lips glistening with your slick. Lips that he kissed you with, swallowing your sobs of pleasure as his cock, hard once more, pressed against your entrance. 

Then, achingly slow, he began to slide inside you…

You jerked awake with a gasp.

Heart pounding, you peered blurrily around your bedroom. What had woken you up? Couldn’t be your alarm. The glowing red numbers declared that you still had another hour of sleep to go. Your dream? It had soaked your panties and left your cunt feeling achingly empty. It had gotten spoiled by all the attention Matt had been lavishing on it and really didn’t appreciate that both your jobs had conspired to keep him out of your bed for the last week and a half.

And it had apparently expressed that discontent by taking over your dreams, taunting you with memories like how your date of coffee and tiramisu had turned into Matt burying his face in your cunt until you couldn’t remember your own name. 

You closed your eyes at the memories still on the surface of your mind. Flashes of things like his face when he came just from the taste of you –

A loud crash made you jump. Wha-? 

You heard the rapid thump-thump of a cat hauling ass. 

You sighed. Houdini had the zoomies. Hopefully nothing was broken. 

As tempting it was to stay in bed, you knew you wouldn't  be able to go back to sleep – not with the sounds of mayhem just outside your door nor the memory of sex riding your body. 

You dragged yourself out of the bed and stumbled into the hallway, not having taken two steps before your bare foot encountered something cold and wet.

Please be a hairball, you thought as you steeled yourself to look. It usually was. The only time Houdini had ever done his business outside the sandbox (besides the Petunia Incident), he had been sick. 

Thankfully for your sanity, it was the usual hairball. Still absolutely disguising to step on but not the worry it could have been.

Your living room was a diaster area. What wasn’t anchored securely (like the television) or wasn’t too heavy (like the couch) had been knocked down or left askew. Lamps, pillows, knack-knicks, books, remote, pictures on the wall…

The kitchen had less destruction but the vase holding your asters was one of the casualties. 

You fought a sigh. The flowers had begun to wilt but it still displeased you to see Matt’s gift reduced to scattered greenery, puddles of water, and a vase that you were amazed wasn’t broken.

The glass you had left on the counter wasn’t nearly as lucky. There was a little minefield between you and the paper towels, daring you to attempt to cross it with your bare feet to get it.

Not today, Satan, you thought as you moved back to your bedroom for shoes. The last thing you needed right now were cuts on your feet.

You supposed that you should have been expecting something like this to happen. Houdini had been suspiciously well-behaved ever since destroying Mrs. Dursley’s petunias again. An act that had, thankfully, ended up getting blamed on a raccoon that Mrs. Dursley swore she saw in spite of the fact that nothing else in the garden had been damaged. 

But you weren’t going to correct her. One lecture about how you were endangering your soul while trapped in the  elevator with her was enough. It had been a little amusing, in a dark not-actually-funny sort of way, about how Mrs. Dursley couldn’t seem to make up her mind about what was creating the most danger for your soul – that you were having sex outside of marriage or that you were still unmarried and childless. 

And, you mused sardonically, even if I married Matt tomorrow and immediately started having his babies, Mrs. Dursley would still hate it because Matt is Catholic.

The only silver lining was that it was good practice for the holidays considering odds were that Aunt Prudence would be making the same comments.

Getting your shoes proved itself a good idea as you stepped onto what looked like a safe piece of tile and heard the tell-tale crunch of glass. 

You tried to be extra thorough about sweeping up while you waited for your coffee to brew, also cleaning up your spilled flowers while you were at it.  You selected the prettiest of those left undamaged to press into a scrapbook while reluctantly tossing the rest before cleaning up the furball.

Which is, of course, when the orange menace himself decided to show his face and demand breakfast, which he ate, then proceeded to follow you around pretending to be surprised by all the mess.

“Brat,” you muttered, reaching down to scratch his ears. He was, unfortunately for you, an adorable brat… which didn’t remind you of anyone at all.

The living room was going to get a cursory tidying-up since a proper one would have to wait for you to heave the spoons for it – which wouldn’t be anytime soon since most of your resources were currently being sucked up by your job.

It doesn’t help, you thought as you straighted up a lamp which had fortunately not gotten broken, that I know today is gonna be another long one.

The main source of your stress wasn’t Marci. She had been nothing but her usual self - a competent, brilliant lawyer with a tongue that could draw blood with a single word. Her joining you for lunch had actually been one of the few bright spots lately. It had allowed you glimpses of her softer side, which mostly manifested in how she talked about ‘Foggy Bear.’

(Which was still the cutest thing you had heard in a while.)

Nor was the problem those police detectives, although the fact that you hadn’t seen or heard from the detectives since your technically not-an-arrest did nothing to erase that sense of waiting for the other shoe to drop. You and Marci had prepared motions to protect the clients of Lee, Everett, & Kirby while Foggy and Matt had prepared ones to protect you. But until the detectives actually tried to get their warrant or subpoena or whatever else they tried to pull, you were in a holding pattern.

It was the possibilities that lie in whatever else that really frightened you. It was just a feeling –  that sense there was more going on than met the eye, the fear that trying to pressure you to confess and prevent you from accessing counsel wasn’t the limit – but it was a feeling that you couldn’t shake. To the point that, during a lunch with Jo that had substituted for your usual girls’ night, when she offered to look into those detectives…

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“Could you?”

“For you? Absolutely, babe,” Jo said, her face solemn as she leaned forward on her elbows. “If there is dirt to be had, I’ll find it.”

You fidgeted with your napkin. “I might just be paranoid.”

Jo shook her head. “Your instincts are usually spot-on. Are Murdock and Nelson treating this as paranoia?”

The warning menace in that question said they better not have, if they knew what was good for them.

“No, no,” you said, shaking your head. “They are taking it very seriously.”

“See? You aren’t jumping at shadows.” Jo took a sip of her drink and her expression shifted from somber to something more playful. “So…did Matt enjoy the lingerie?”

You felt your cheeks warm both at the question and the memory of his hands. “I’d say so.”

Jo gave you a knowing grin. “Which of the slut panties ended up on his floor?”

“The…huh…red.”

She hmmed, “Solid choice. We’ll have you showing up at his office without underwear for a quickie in no time.”

“Jo!”

“What?” she said, feigning innocent. “You don’t want him to bend you over his desk and fuck your brains out?”

“No! Yes! Maybe…” You sputtered. Your face felt hot enough to fry an egg. “Next topic!”

Another grin that should have been a warning. “Okay. Is it true that Murdock eats pussy like a champ?”

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On the positive side, Jo had thoroughly distracted you from your worries. On the negative side, you’d had to return to work with damp underwear and an ache between your legs. It was an experience that repeated, to a lesser degree, during a lunch with Marci.

When they met (and you knew they would sooner or later), Marci and Jo were going to get along like a house on fire.

The main source of your stress these  past two weeks had been Don Everett. You and Marci had been assigned to work a case with him and just the thought of another day in the office with him was twisting your stomach in knots.

Houdini continued his efforts to distract your mind away from those worries by getting underfoot enough that you almost tripped over him three times, following you into the bathroom only to demand to be let back out as soon as the shower turned on, singing the song of his people the entire time you were in the shower, and then parking himself on top of your phone.

His efforts were successful. When you left for work, you weren’t thinking about Don Everett or those detectives or anything else that had been worrying you. On a less positive note, you were also unsatisfied as Houdini’s singing had derailed all your attempts to masturbate.

Your partial relief was short-lived – few hours at work and you were longing for kitty chaos. Houdini feeling his oats was vastly preferable to Everett constantly ogling you and Marci or his habit of purposefully brushing up against you whenever he could excuse it as a crowded or confined space, which he had done three times before taking off for lunch. You hoped it was another long one – or even better, if he once again called to say he was working the rest of the day from his home office or had off-site meetings. Any of those options would suit you and Marci right down to the ground. You both got more work done without him there to second-guess every single thing you did.

“If I have to explain basics of civil procedure that he should have learned in L1 one more time…” Marci muttered darkly.

You snorted derisively. “He’s not worth it. Besides, orange isn’t your color, Ms. Stahl.”

“I know two very good defense attorneys,” Marci retorted. “But I was thinking more about taking my book of business elsewhere. Somewhere that I don’t have to work with Donald Fucking Everett.”

You hummed in agreement. “As long as you promise to take me with you.”

“Absolutely. Sure I can’t persuade you to get a JD and be my partner?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Come on, it means getting to shred Everett as opposing counsel… Our names would look so nice on a business card, and Murdock could even help you study.”

Let it never be said that Marci Stahl couldn’t take advantage of an opening. Tempting, very tempting. “Not sure how much studying I’d get done.”

“Oh I’m sure you’d go from studying law to biology multiple times…But maybe you two could take advantage of that and arrange a reward system. For example, complete your con law essay and Murdock spends the rest of the night with his head between your legs.”

That image had you pressing your thighs together. “Marci!”

Marci’s smirk didn’t hold a hint of remorse. “Just something to consider.”

“You could always join Nelson & Murdock,” you said, trying to distract yourself. “Then you’d have two law partners.”

“Three if you ever take my advice. Four if we can get Karen to reconsider.” Marci paused. “On the other hand, Murdock considers casseroles to be adequate compensation and someone has to keep Foggy Bear in the lifestyle to which he has grown accustomed.”

“Lifestyle?”

“Yes,” Marci said with a smirk. “Foggy is addicted to the strawberry white mocha from Espresso Yourself. It would be cruel to make him choose between it and his do-gooder instincts.”

You both laughed and you at least felt a little better when Marci said, “Well, back to the grindstone. Let’s try to get as much done as we can before that idiot comes back.”

<line break>

The idiot in question did not come back. And this time, he didn’t even bother to tell you or Marci why he wasn’t coming back to the office. While that had spared you from having to talk to him again, it was still annoying.

You didn’t see Houdini when you stepped inside your apartment after work. Odd, you thought as you kicked off your heels, Houdini loves chicken. The smell of it could reliably summon him from whatever hiding spot he had squirreled himself into, so by all rights, the bag of Chinese take-away in your hand – specifically the chicken lo mein – should have meant an orange cat appearing at your feet to beg for tidbits. That he had made a giant mess this morning would have no bearing on this behavior. Houdini had absolutely no shame.

Your curiosity and mild concern for his absence was interrupted by your phone ringing with Matt’s ringtone. While it had been tempting to give him Elvis Presley’s “Devil in Disguise” and Jo had advocated for Sir-Mix-A-Lot’s “Baby Got Back”, good sense had won out and you opted for “Sharp-Dressed Man”.

“Hi, honey,” you said.

“Hello sweetheart,” Matt said with a little hitch in his voice before it settled back into his normal, warm tones. “How are you?”

“Could be better, could be worse.”

“What’s wrong?”

You shrugged. “Same thing it’s been all week. Long hours, Marci’s co-counsel is a sexist idiot, I’ve missed you… and this morning, Houdini decided to do crimes.”

“Oh? What kind of crimes?”

“Improper Disposal of Biohazardous Waste, Vandalism, Destruction of Personal Property, Petty Larceny.”

“He’s gonna need a good lawyer,” Matt said. “And I’m afraid I have to add trespassing to his charge list.”

“Trespassing where?” you asked, setting your dinner down on the kitchen table.

“My apartment.”

“Your apartment?” You repeated, unable to believe your own ears. “Wha-...How?”

“Roof access door, I think. And he brought an accomplice. One that he abandoned when he fled the scene.”

You groaned. “He didn’t break anything, did he?”

“Not that I’ve found.”

“And his accomplice?”

“Another cat who is currently hiding under my couch.”

“Are you taking them to a shelter?”

“Not tonight. The poor thing sounds terrified and would probably scratch the hell out of me.” Matt sighed again, then added, “and I know the shelters are full right now.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Sometimes I find puppies or kittens thrown into dumpsters or the river.”

“What? That’s awful!” you exclaimed.

“It is,” Matt agreed, hints of the Devil seeping into his voice. “I seldom catch people doing it but when I do…let’s just say they regret their actions.”

“Good,” you said firmly. Perhaps it was a small thing compared to the other crimes that Matt stopped but you were glad that even those cruelties merited justice from the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

“But most of the time, I’m just fishing them out and dropping them off at either the emergency pet hospital or one of the shelters,” Matt continued. “Had another one just two days ago. They are fostering or adopting them out as fast as they can, but…”

“Sometimes the volume exceeds their resources.”

“Yeah,” Matt said. “And I figure that Houdini’s accomplice can just stay with me until I find someone to take them in…Any advice for getting food and water to a terrified, hiding cat?”

“I’d put it near their hiding spot. They might venture out while you are sleeping or out Deviling to eat it. And I’d get a small litter box set up. Trust me, you really don’t want them picking out their own bathroom.”

“Noted.”

You hummed, trying to think of anything else as you made your way to your bedroom. You wanted dinner but you also wanted out of your work clothes. 

You nudged the door with your foot and then stopped, staring.

“Sweetheart?”

“Gonna have to add another charge,” you said. “Littering.”

“Littering?”

“Yes.” You surveyed the open drawer of your dresser and its contents spread across the floor. “He scattered my panties all over the bedroom.”

There was a pause, then Matt started laughing.

You pouted. “It’s not funny!”

“It’s a little funny,” he countered. “And frankly I’m a little jealous.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I’d love the chance to rummage through your underwear drawer, discover what I might be peeling off of you one night…”

You felt yourself flush at the purr in his voice. “I might have gotten some new sheets.”

“Did you? What kind of sheets?”

“Silk.” It had been an impulse purchase, found when scrolling on your phone earlier this week while trying to wind down. You hadn’t put them on the bed yet, but if Matt was coming over… 

Matt made a soft moan. 

You had to press your thighs together at the sound. It was the same one he made when eating you out…and when his cock was fully sheathed inside you. 

“I have to patrol tonight,” he said, “but afterward?”

The glimmer of an idea came into your mind. “I’d love that.”

Notes

Special thanks to @loveroftoomanyfandoms for beta-reading as well as the fancy coffee drink suggestion (thanks also to @realfernmayo for your suggestions).

L1 is the first year of law school, attended after attaining a bachelor's degree.

JD is Juris Doctor aka a law degree.

Con Law is a shorten way of saying constitutional law.

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 19 Prompt: Steddie as Parents

Tags: Established Relationship, Good Parent Steve Harrington, Good Parent Eddie Munson, Christmas Fluff, Elf on the Shelf, Eddie Munson Is A Menace, The Return Of Marley Harrington-Munson

wc: 1079 | Rating: G

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Steve and Eddie grew up thinking the highlight of being a parent around the holidays was getting to partake in any and all Santa traditions. To some extent it is, they both love taking Marley to see the big man, and watching her open the gifts they worked hard to secure is always a top ten moment of the year. But Santa isn’t the only highlight for kids anymore. Nowadays Elf on the Shelf is all the rage and they’re fully on board.

Maybe too on board if they’re being honest.

See, Steve and Eddie have very different approaches to the Elf on the Shelf madness that transpires in their house during the month of December.

After one too many heated arguments over what the Elf should do next, they found a compromise. Steve is in charge of Mango the Elf on even days, Eddie on odds, and neither one is allowed to criticize what the other chooses to do.

Not only does it preserve the Christmas magic for Marley, who nearly stumbled in on the two of them playing tug-o-war with the stupid Elf at two in the morning three years ago, but it also saves their marriage. Steve can’t think of many other things that would be more embarrassing than admitting to a marriage counselor that they’re there because of a damn Elf.

Like clockwork, Mango the Elf arrives on December 1st in a chaotic flurry that Eddie manages to one-up every year. Steve has no idea how he does it, but even he can’t help but marvel at the creative scenes Eddie manages to create — especially this year’s which saw Mango arrive by way of a hot air balloon.

It was a tough act to follow, but the two have made it clear that competition has no space in Mango’s antics. After all, it’s all about putting a smile on Marley’s face. How big that smile is shouldn’t matter.

(It definitely does.)

After scouring Pinterest for ideas and a quick call to Robin who thinks the entire Elf Shenanigans is a nightmare, Steve finds himself cutting 200 pieces of paper into snowflakes to transform their living room into a winter wonderland for Mango to play in.

And so it goes.

Eddie creates mayhem and messes — chocolate chips left in the sink because Mango used it as a toilet, toilet paper dropped over the chandelier, and worst of all, flour all over the kitchen after she engaged in a snow angel competition with Barbie.

Steve bites his tongue and focuses his energy on wholesome moments — a Christmas bow rock climbing wall, a slumber party with socks sleeping bags, and plenty of guests, and of course, Marley’s favorite: Mango’s trip to the Elf spa.

They keep each other on their toes, pushing each other to be more and more creative and Marley gets to wake up every morning to a new scene that brings a smile on her face and reminds them of the childlike wonder they were robbed of but are making up for now.

It’s a flawless plan, until disaster strikes.

“Have you seen Mango?”

“Mango?” Eddie yawns, shuffling into the kitchen. “We didn’t buy any Mangos. S’a summer fruit.”

“Not the fruit, the Elf. What did you do with her last night?”

Eddie yawns again, scratching his bare chest as he waits for the coffee to finish brewing. “I hid her like always. A good one too. You know the birdhouse in the yard? Well, it’s now Mango’s treehouse. Decorated it and everything.”

“You mean the birdhouse that is currently being swarmed by a couple of Blue Jays?” Steve asks, voice teetering in the space between calm and panic.

Abandoning the Kurig, Eddie slides across the floor and over to the window that overlooks the backyard. Sure as shit, a couple of Bluejays are going to town on the birdhouse and Mango judging by the red fabric gliding through the morning breeze.

“Oh shit! Mango!”

Steve and Eddie both sprint into the backyard. Steve works on scaring the birds off, while Eddie collects the mangled pieces that remain of Mango. A leg on the floor, an arm in the bushes across the yard. Her decapitated head lays beaten and bruised inside the birdhouse, eyes pecked out and nose completely missing. Tinsel litters the grass along with the careful construction paper decorations Eddie had spent hours making.

If he weren’t so panicked over what Marley is going to think when she wakes up, he’d be crying.

“What are we going to do!”

“It’s too late to get a replacement this year,” Steve says, shaking his head at the carnage in Eddie’s hands. “Maybe we… we write a note! Say Santa called Mango back early because Marley’s been so good and he needs extra hands on present duty?”

“That could work!” Eddie smiles, leaning over the tinsel-covered grass to kiss Steve. “Look at you, coming in clutch with a story. Told ya I’d make a storyteller out of you one day.”

Steve snorts. “Only took 15 years.”

“Better late than never.”

Steve shakes his hand before his eyes drift back over to Mango’s destroyed state. Letting out a sigh, he tips his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “Is it weird m’going to miss this thing?”

Eddie shakes his head, jostling Steve in the process. “It feels like a death. Maybe we should bury her.”

“And risk Marley digging her up in the summer?”

“You’re right. She doesn’t need that trauma,” Eddie chuckles. “Let’s have a moment of silence in her honor then.”

Steve doesn’t argue and they both duck their heads for a moment or two before a gust of wind picks up turning them into shivering messes. After hiding Mango’s form in the trash bin, they return to their warm kitchen.

“We are going to replace her though, right?” Eddie asks, finally sipping his coffee.

“Oh definitely. The minute they’re back in stock I’m buying two. One for next year and one for backup just in case your wild scenes turn disastrous again.”

“Smart thinking,” Eddie smiles. “Guess I should get started on that letter.”

Glancing at the clock, Steve nods. “Better hurry. Marley’ll be up any minute."

"Shit," Eddie says, scrambling to open their junk drawer full of pens and random scraps of paper. "Distract her for me?" 

"I'll try my best," Steve says, pressing a kiss to the top of Eddie's head before disappearing in the direction of Marley's room. 

[melishade]

How's everything going in the Future of the Peaceful Timeline?

Optimus and Megatron exhausted in between those 2,000 years

A lot more shenanigans and just slice of life stuff.

Megatron has shown his holoform to the trio and all of them are in a much more comfortable place, so there's a lot of fun things happening between the modern day trio and these two titans.

Mikasa holding a Ouija board: We are going to see if there are any spirits living in this ship!

Armin: Optimus and Megatron said that ghosts don't exist! They've been living here for 2,000 years!

Mikasa:...sounds fake but okay.

Cuts to Optimus and Megatron seeing them in the middle of a session, arguing about who's moving the board.

Megatron: flicks the light off causing them to scream.

Optimus: Megatron!

Megatron: That was funny and you know it.

The trio also end up learning more about Cybertron. Optimus ends up bringing up reincarnation by accident and that's a whole other thing:

Armin: So reincarnation is available to any Cybertronian?

Optimus: Yes. Eren: No matter how messed up they were in their previous life?

Optimus: Yes...as far as we know.

Mikasa: Is there an exception to the rule? Like, what would be cause for eternal damnation or exile from reincarnation?

Megatron gets up and leaves the room.

Megatron's still severed from the Allspark, so he doesn't like to talk about it. Optimus and Megatron have discussed his situation though.

Other things that happen: Eren, Armin, and Mikasa give Optimus and Megatron a nice wash, and have to get the supplies from Levi:

Levi: Look, I'm happy to make the business, but what hell do you need all this Car Magic for?

Eren: Uh...

Armin: For science!

Levi:...Hanji gives that exact same bullshit reasoning when they want to blow something up.

They clean Optimus, and it's great, and they immediately set their sights on Megatron, who wants them to stay the hell away! The former warlord is at the top of the ship and Optimus just helps the trio get up there. The Prime knows Megatron doesn't have the same blood lust anymore and would never hurt the humans.

And like in the original AOP Timeline, Mikasa gets drawn to Megatron and does ask him questions about the supernatural. Optimus sees Megatron indulging in Mikasa's questions and critiquing and teasing her beliefs about the supernatural, and Megatron has the same look he had with Maria when she was a child.

Eren, Armin, and Mikasa do have their own slew of problems that they decide to ask Optimus and Megatron advice for. Armin trying to fit in. Mikasa trying to find herself, and Eren dealing with family problem. What with Grisha and Dina having a divorce and Zeke trying to build a relationship with him.

The five of them also do a bunch of fun things together to pass the time. The modern day trio introduce them to movies and they do movie night. The modern day trio help scrub evidence of Optimus and Megatron they might have missed, disappointing Armin and Mikasa, but Eren states that if more people find out then all five of them are in trouble.

The five of them end up going places together, and the modern day trio end up learning more about some of Optimus and Megatron's impacts on the world. For example, they go to a museum and Optimus and Megatron find a painting done by one of Ymir's descendants hanging on the wall. They sit in front of it a good portion of the day.

The trio will also ask a slew of questions. Like what events were they involved in? What did they prevent from happening? Have they ever tried any human traditions? What hobbies did they pick up? Were there any foods they would have liked to eat? They can't eat human foods and consuming only energon does suck, so Megatron has had to improvise.

Megatron: I used to be feared across the universe humans.

Eren: You're eating rusted metal

Megatron: it’s called a rust stick and it took years to get this right

Some things have left Eren dissatisfied:

Eren: I was kind of expecting action and mayhem, not my grandpa lounging around telling people to get off his lawn.

Optimus: Please do not jinx it.

Megatron: From experience you will come to regret it.

Optimus and Megatron do end up encountering Levi, Hanji, and Erwin because they do find out that Levi somehow has possession of one of the rings that Optimus gave Ymir and Oshern for their wedding.

Megatron:...Prime, did we lose track of a bastard in IronSpark's line?

Optimus: Megatron, that is highly offensive, but no.

Megatron: Oh, good to know, because someone outside the family has one of your rings.

Optimus: kicks the door open WHAT?!

Despite Levi recovering from a life of crime and rehabilitating through Erwin's help, he didn't steal that ring. He got it from Kenny, who got it from Uri. The rings were passed down from generation to generation as a symbol of love for marriages that happen within the family. Uri and Kenny were a thing, but things ended up getting complicated. Uri still gave the ring to Kenny of his own volition, explaining its importance and that Kenny will always be his first love. Kenny has thought about getting rid of it out of anger, but doesn't, and later down the line gives it to Levi and tells him to give to someone he ever finds special enough.

Doesn't mean Optimus and Megatron aren't peeved enough:

Levi:...Fuck are you looking at?

Megatron: looks him up and down and sees the ring. Nothing...dwarf.

Levi: breaks the broom handle to make it a weapon You son of a mother fucker!

Hanji: holding Levi back Remember the court order! Remember the promise you made Erwin!

Later

Eren: Wait so why are you two angry at Levi? He hasn't done anything wrong.

Optimus: It is...complicated.

Megatron: He stole something.

Armin: What do you mean? He hasn't stolen anything. We get in trouble if we steal anything and he finds out.

Megatron: Well, I don't like his face.

Mikasa: You and everyone else.

Historia does hold the other ring, but she sees no real value in it and just has it in a drawer.

Although because of this interaction, Erwin realizes that those two were the same voices on the recording!

Hanji: Erwin-!

Erwin: Problem. Problem! PROBLEM!

Optimus and Megatron are still trying to find out who sent a bounty hunter after the trio. They don't know Starscream is after them, but they still need to be careful in so that nothing goes wrong.

Unfortunately with more technology on his side, Starscream is able to get the jump on Optimus and Megatron.

Thank you to @justawannabearchaeologist @echoblaze5 @favesgrave and @benadrylcandlewhack who have heard me rant about these ideas for years and contributed to the conversation.

[randomwriteronline]

I don't know how to call the AU:

All six of the Toa Hordika have started getting bad migraines. Mata Nui, wanting to help them find the source, reads their coding, magic, biology, and so on. He doesn't do more because he doesn't want to accidentally mess something up. But the contact does something. Or rather, activates something that was there before.

One of the consequences is that they're becoming able to use their mask powers as Toa Hordika. Not that they notice that at first. :D

This might have to do with my AU where being chosen by Mata Nui has side-effects on them.

first thing this idea conjured for me was mata nui waking up, looking around somewhat frantically for a while and then going (calm yet increasingly panicked) "i fucking lost vakama"

wonderful news! the animal grandparents have their powers again! horrible news! they are awful little bastard beasts with a penchant for new and exciting ways to fuck up the law even when theyre trying to abide to it and once they realize they have them back they will use these abilities for evil -> Advanced Cat Shenanigans

sometimes they dont even mean to, like the example above with vakama or when its a bit dark and whenua wants to help mata nui read something so he fucking flashbangs him on accident. matau and nuju def mainly use their mask powers for trouble and mayhem tho the absolute assholes. onewa is surprisingly well behaved with mind control (hes still protecting the pack and its very convenient to just blast FUCK OFF into the mind of whoever comes in and have them comply immediately) and nokama is just happy to Know Things All The Time Again. including swears. shes learning so many swears. she is stashing them away to unleash them when the time is right. she could cuss you and your next four generations into the grave with the most heavily constructed curse youve ever had the displeasure of being positively annihilated by. no one can stop her. no one can match her mastery of the art. shes too powerful

how DOES mata nui unlock that. hm. i have the idea that he is connected to takanuva via code (got too excited about the little guy being made to help him and accidentally left a bit of himself in the coding when he snuck off to see it) so maybe something similar, just dipping into the connection he has w the metru through having chosen them. hes deleting things that could bother them and doesnt notice he enabled mask powers on again. whoops.

stressed toa hagah voice WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHOOPS--

[longlivethedragons]

Ok so, I had a silly idea for an Au. What if Nemona was sent back in time to Hisui? 

Introducing, Warden Nemona au!!! I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently so I finally decided to compile my thoughts in a post for fun! 

First off, how did Nemona even get sent to Hisui in the first place?

By pure accident! Or at least that's what I'm going for right now lol. 

A space time distortion opened up and she just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. ( I probably could somehow connect this to the story of SV considering there are some time travel shenanigans going on there. I’ll think more about this in the future. )

Her situation is much like Ingo’s though it differs in some ways. 

When she landed in Hisui she was eventually found and taken in by the Diamond Clan. She has no memory of her life beforehand, except for her name. 

Ok here's where it diverges from the canon story a bit. For this au I decided to add a new Noble Pokemon, a Hisuian Goodra! ( hopefully I am not breaking the lore too much with this addition lol )

Now why did I pick Goodra of all pokemon? A few reasons. 

I really like Hisuian Goodra. That's it, that's the first reason lol. 

There is a Alpha Hisuian Goodra in the Ancient Quarry in the Coronet Highlands. I figure this Goodra could be a noble in this au. (also this location allows for more interactions with Ingo so yay! :D) 

In SV, Nemona has a Goodra on her team, so it acts as kind of a callback to that. 

The biggest reason I ultimately chose Hisuan Goodra though. Take a look at its pokedex entry real quick. 

( screenshot from bulbapedia. Link to page here ) 

Ok so, the entry says that “it loathes solitude and is extremely clingy” and that it’ll be very upset if those dearest to it leave its side. And that actually kinda reminded me of Nemona. Let me explain. 

In the story of SV, before she meets the player, Nemona is looking for a friend/rival to challenge her. Her passion for battling is very clear, to the point where she seems to scare away other students due to her intensity. Everyone around her is either scared of her for her abilities and/or dislikes her because her family is rich and they assume she’s a stuck up princess. In the post game dialogue with Nemona, she talks about how she feels like “There was this invisible wall between me and everyone else.” She was clearly very lonely, and just wanted to have a friend who she could connect with. So when she does meet the protag, who doesn't push her away and seems to enjoy battling like she does, she immediately tries to befriend them. She is shown to be kinda clingy, probably afraid of losing her one chance at making a real friend. ( Of course, after the events of Area Zero and Mochi Mayhem, she finally has a group of friends who understand her, so yay!!! )

TLDR: It seems that both Hisuian Goodra and Nemona have a fear of being alone and tend to act a bit clingy because of it. So symbolism!!! Yay!!! 

Here is a ref sheet of the outfit I designed for Nemona ( plus some extra doodles for fun. )

Ok let's move on to the actual plot of the au. I’m not gonna write everything here, just the basics, and I may change some details later on, but here's what I got! This takes place after the events of SV, and about five-ish months before Pla. 

First things first, Nemona lands in the Coronet Highlands and is actually first discovered by the noble Hisuian Goodra. It is quite skittish and shy, but is intrigued by this mysterious person who had just fallen from the sky. So it comes closer. When she begins to stir however, it immediately hides in its shell, shaking nervously. Around this time, both Warden Ingo Warden Melli had seen something falling into Lord Goodras domain and they decided to check it out together. With Lady Sneaslers help, they climbed onto the top where they found Nemona, lying on the ground unconscious. Ingo immediately springs into action, suspecting that what happened to him has happened once again. He thinks they should take her to the nearest camp to get help. At first Melli wants nothing to do with this but is convinced by Ingo to help out in the end. The two end up finding Adaman and explain the situation to him. Adaman decides to bring her over to the Diamond Settlement for safety. Once again, Melli disagrees with this decision, but once again he is convinced to help out. 

So that’s how she meets the Diamond Clan. 

A Few notes:

Despite the amnesia, she seems to remember almost everything about pokemon. She can even recognize if a specific Pokemon looks different than one she had seen in the future. (For example, She states that she, “has never seen a Goodra with a shell before!”)

Her personality is mostly the same. She is cheerful and positive even in tough situations, which makes it easy for the other Wardens to get along with her. However, they do think she is kiiiiiiiiinda weird, because everytime she sees a new pokemon, her first reaction is “I’m gonna fight it!” Most of them are convinced that she has no survival instincts. 

She, like Ingo, uses Pokeballs, making her the only member of the diamond clan to use them. 

Due to her low stamina, she finds it difficult to run or climb for too long, leading her to usually sit upon Goodra’s shell while traveling. 

She and Ingo get along well. Whenever they start up a conversion they will almost always start infodumping about pokemon to each other. Melli tries to avoid them at all costs. 

In the story, when Lord Goodra becomes frenzied, Nemona tries to help him alone, but ends up over exerting herself and passing out for a whole day. Adaman basically forced her to leave it to Akari, so as to not hurt herself again. Nemona is glad that Akari saved the day, but feels disappointed in her own abilities and feels kinda useless for not being able to help. 

She does get along with Akari though! Especially when Nemona realized how strong of a battler she was. 

And that's what I’ve got so far! I’m definitely gonna work more on this in the future though. If y'all have any questions about the au feel free to ask! You can either comment on this post or through the inbox, either works! 

Thanks for listening to me ramble on about my silly ideas lol. Hopefully it makes sense. Anyways, hope you enjoyed :D