#they emerge in spades from time to time

[deathbyoctopi]

The “why does everyone abandon me” pout:

[islandofsages]

The first years (not Ortho) discovering that they are Yuu's emergency contact. Like Yuu put them as an emergency contact, but he didn't think it would be necessary, but he ends up having an accident out the town and is taken to the hospital, causing one of the first years to be called, so when they ask Yuu why they chose him to be As his emergency contact, Yuu responds that he is the one he trusts the most in the group.

characters: first years (excluding ortho) x gn!yuu!reader

tags: platonic, canon compliant, hurt/comfort, imagines + scenario format; mention of vil in epel's, mention of malleus in sebek's

warnings: accidents, hospitals, near-death mention, the use of the word "idiot" as an endearing term in ace's, hugs and hand-holding in deuce's

author's notes: ngl the pronouns in the ask kinda confused me so i just made this gn reader lol hope you dont mind anon <3

Ace Trappola

Despite all his antics (or maybe because of them), he really feels that he’s made a genuine connection with you

He won’t say it but he’s really glad that you put up with him and you don’t see him as some one-dimensional jerk you do see him as a multidimensional jerk though /joke

So when he gets a call from your number yet an unfamiliar voice greets him, he immediately grows worried, and for good reason - turns out you’ve ended up in the hospital due to some unknown accident

He drops everything he’s doing and rushes to the hospital without thinking twice. Like, literally rush there. He spares no time to call for transport

…Or ask for details from anyone for that matter. If it weren’t for the staff, he would’ve tried barging into any random ward to find you

When he gets to you, panting and panicked, he goes to steady himself, his hands gripping the sides of the hospital bed so tightly

You’re glad to see his face and he’s glad to see that you still manage to muster up a smile at his presence

That’s when he notices that nobody else is there, and so he asks you where everybody else is. You tell him they only called up your emergency contact which is none other than Ace himself

He asks you why is he your emergency contact out of everyone-

“It’s because I trust you the most, you idiot. I bet you ran all the way here the moment you got that phone call.”

You let out a knowing laugh and Ace pouts as a response, totally not trying to hide the tears that pricked the corner of his eyes

You’re not sure who’s supposed to do the comforting at that moment, considering you were involved in an accident and Ace is on the verge of tears - so you both don’t bother trying. The following conversation carries on as normal

Despite all his antics, you really feel like your faith in him is not misplaced.

Deuce Spade

You’ve always admired Deuce’s strength to change - and he’s always admired your loyalty

Sometimes he’d feel guilty for having you endure having him as a friend and you always have to shut him up by assuring him that there’s really nothing to endure

Even when you have to endure an almost life-ending accident, you can’t help but think of him first and foremost

His grip on the phone alternates between on the verge of breaking and so loose it’s a miracle he hasn’t dropped it yet when he gets the news

Someone goes to fetch him from the hospital and he cries on the way, not giving any room for the person to speak with him

He tries to put on a brave face when he walks through the halls in search of you but when he reaches you, he can’t resist the yell he lets out

“YUU! YOU’RE ALIVE!”

You end up having to calm him down a bit lest you two become the victims of a few dozen glares in that hospital

When he’s down to only sniffing, you tell him why he’s the first person you called

He almost broke down into tears again because of it

He’d hug you or hold your hand if your condition allows it and give you a teary smile that you of course reciprocate

You fill him in on what happened and he’ll listen intently, then offer to be by your side as long as you need him to

He’s always admired your strength - and you’ve always admired his loyalty.

Jack Howl

You always found his stubbornness amusing and honestly, he’s a bit confused as to why you stick by him all this time

Not really in a self-deprecating way - he’s always been more of a lone wolf. Only when he came to Night Raven College does he feel like he’s part of a pack now

And since you’re a part of that pack, he has a strong need to protect you, no matter the cost; so you can imagine his reaction when he got a call about you ending up in the hospital after an accident

The first thing he feels is anger; not at anything in particular yet at everything simultaneously. It’s called an accident for a reason yet why did the universe allow such a thing to happen to you?

He tries to calm himself down on the way to the hospital but it’s nothing short of difficult, even with the help of someone else

When he finally finds you, he finally lets out a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding

You muster a smile up at him and it takes his all not to let tears break through the surface

“...I was really worried.”

You chuckle - in situations like this, his absent stubbornness really makes a difference, but you appreciate his honesty

He didn’t think twice of the fact that he was the first one you called but you tell him why anyway. A cute little smile adorns his features then

He says he’s honored that his feelings are mutual then swears to you he’ll try harder to protect you, even if it means switching places with you

You brush him off, saying you’d do the same. The conversation goes back and forth for a while after that

He’s always found your insistence endearing and frankly, he wouldn’t have you any other way.

Epel Felmier

A bit similar to Jack, only when coming to Night Raven College does he get to mingle with kids of his age due to his hometown

And one of those kids is none other than you! You two have grown so close and made some unforgettable memories together

Unfortunately though, one of those unforgettable memories includes the news of your accident. Not just for him - some may remember the scream he let out at the news

He begged Vil to let him borrow the blastcycle the Film Research Club has and Vil only nodded solemnly; nobody needs to see him cry on the way to you

He speeds through everything and anything possible; he doesn’t care whatever consequences he has to face after all this is over

When he reaches the hospital, he allows the staff to guide him to where you are as he catches his breath

He chokes out a gasp at the sight of you and calls out to you

“Y-Yuu… I’m so glad you’re alright…”

He sits on the stool provided by the hospital and his head droops low. He’s silent

You give him a moment to process everything. It’s a lot to take in. Even you didn’t think it could come to this

Five minutes pass. You sigh and tell him why he’s the first you reached out to. He mirrors your sigh and a small smile creeps onto his face

He’s grateful that he means so much to you; grateful that he can mean so much to someone. Despite himself, his heart swells with pride

Even when you are inches away from death, he feels like every memory can be a happy one as long as you’re in it.

Sebek Zigvolt

He sees you as an equal - and that’s saying something

He won’t admit it out loud but he feels less lonely for once, seeing that someone understands or at least respects him as much as you do

For once, he feels he can disconnect from his Malleus worship for a while and not feel like he’s betraying his trust

But when he hears news of you ending up in the hospital, he definitely feels a sharp pang of guilt pierce his chest; he’s betrayed your trust

He excuses himself from Malleus and apologizes profusely for willingly leaving his side for someone else, but he simply can’t abandon you

Malleus lets him go of course, even offers to tag along, but Sebek assures that Malleus is needed more where he is

His head rested in his hands while he laments in his transport, breathing heavily

It takes his all not to shout your name in search of your ward when he reaches the hospital; but he can no longer hold it back when his eyes land on you

“YUU…! YOU’RE… You have no idea…”

You wave to him as he runs to your side, tears at the corner of his eyes

You rub his back as he quietly sobs for a minute, even feeling like sobbing yourself at some point; this man holds so much love for you

You tell him why you summoned only him for now - the tears continue to stream but now he smiles and puts a hand to his head

How silly of him. Of course. How could he make such assumptions about your relationship? He could never betray you. Every moment only strengthens your trust in each other.

[jintaka-hane]

Absurdly Cute

Masterlist

Summary: Boredom leads the crew to find ways to entertain themselves at the captain's expense... An amusement that could cost you your live. Word count: 800

The Victoria Punk drifts peacefully on calm waters. The atmosphere on board is serene, with no wind to propel the ship and no clouds to threaten its tranquility. There's no rush either, so the crew takes the opportunity to relax leisurely on the deck, some enjoying the time to rest, while others seek ways to entertain themselves.

The captain is among the first group, peacefully taking a nap. Using some sacks as makeshift pillows, he rests with his arms folded behind his head, his chest gently rising and falling with each relaxed breath.

A cautious distance from him, Killer, Heat, Wire, and you are sitting in a circle on the floor, playing cards silently to pass the time. After a few rounds where Killer has emerged as the victor and Heat as the runner-up, it’s now down to a tiebreaker between Wire and you to determine the loser of the losers.

“... the two of hearts and the three of clubs,” you say as you drop both cards into the pile, revealing a terrible hand.

“Ace of spades and ace of clubs,” Wire announces his hand immediately, grinning mischievously.

“Sorry Y/N, you suck at this game.”

Giving a slight kick to the pile of cards, you cross your arms over your chest. “This game is fucking bullshit.”

“Bullshit or not, you lost the bet,” Killer states, reaching into his pants pocket and pulling out a small mysterious object.

You hold out your palm for him to hand it over. "Fine".

When he drops the tiny item into your hand, Wire, Heat, and you lean over to inspect it.

Seeing what it is, you let out a groan of frustration. The corners of Heat’s lips curl as much as his facial muscles physically allow, and Wire's shoulders start shaking uncontrollably as he brings both hands to his mouth to stifle his laughter.

“Seriously, guys?” you ask with a mix of fear and disbelief, glancing toward the imposing figure of the sleeping captain.

“Seriously,” you hear Killer’s voice through his mask.

You analyze the contentious object again, glowing innocently in your palm, and let out a exasperated sigh.

“... He’s going to kill me.”

Heat and Killer shrug nonchalantly.

“A bet is a bet,” Wire adds, still wearing his malicious grin. “Go on.”

Rolling your eyes back, you clench your fist tightly around the small item and stand up, delaying the inevitable no longer.

On tiptoe, with slow and calculated steps, you start approaching the captain, praying that the wood doesn't creak beneath your feet.

"Kil, how much more stuff like this do you have?" You hear your shipmates chatting in low voices behind you.

“Oh, you have no idea...”

You shake your head to concentrate and ignore their comments. Your senses are on high alert, attuned to any factor that might work against you and wake the captain, like a sudden gust of wind or a seagull squawking overhead. 

Killer, Wire, and Heat's vigilant gaze are fixed upon you, silently tracking your cautious movements. As you draw closer to the captain you carefully hover over him, swallowing hard and extending your arms to keep your balance.

An ill-timed fly buzzes over Kid's face, making you freeze as his nose wrinkles at the annoying sound. With your heart in your throat, you realize that your life depends on how deeply he is sleeping. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

His eyes remain closed, but he raises his human hand to lazily swat at the pesky insect, then scratches his temple before putting his arm back under his head to continue sleeping. 

You remain completely still, not daring to move a muscle, and look at your crewmates with a pleading gaze. They quickly urge you on, Heat mouthing Go with exaggerated movements, while Wire gives you a thumbs-up.

You furrow your brow and give them a slight nod, then shift your attention back to Kid. 

Shaking your shoulders and rotating your neck to ease tension, you draw in a breath that you don't release, and close the distance between you and Kid's mechanical arm. Now or never, you tell yourself with resolve as you open your fist, revealing the small object in your palm alongside a mark with its shape engraved in your flesh.

Gripping the magnetized item firmly between your fingers, the tip of your tongue poking out, you bring it closer to the metal surface with meticulous precision until it makes contact, adhering with a faint click. With a gesture of victory, you step back to admire your feat:

Adorning the imposing mechanical limb of the dreaded Captain Eustass Kid, gleams a small and absurdly cute Hello Kitty magnet.

****** 

It isn't until late at night, after having spent the entire day exchanging knowing glances, nudges, and silent laughter with the rest of the crew, that you hear him.

"W-what the HELL is this!? AGAIN!? I swear, I’m gonna fucking KILL YOU ALL!!"

@fanaticsnail this is your fault! My stupid obsession for them is your fauuuuult! 🤣

[typhlonectes]

Western Spadefoot (Spea hammondii)

If it (kinda) looks like a peanut, is the size of a peanut, and smells like a peanut, it must be… a western spadefoot. Western spadefoots really are about peanut-sized, about 1.5 - 2.5 inches long. Plus, they do actually smell like a peanut too. At least to some people. They secrete an irritant from their skin to deter predators that, by some accounts, smells like peanuts. While it may smell tasty, it’s not a good idea to put this peanut-like frog near (or in!) your mouth. To grow peanuts, growers start with raw, uncooked peanuts and bury them in the soil. Western spadefoots bury themselves in the soil too. They use the hardened spade-like appendages on their hind feet to dig themselves into the ground. They stay there for most of the year and emerge for only short times, usually around late fall and into the early spring, and it’s highly dependent on when it rains. These ‘lil peanuts inhabit parts of central and southern California. Photo: © Tony Iwane, CC-BY-NC

via: Amphibian and Reptile Conservancy

[cheapshrimpysheep]

For the request thing, might be dark but holing it's more angst/scary -> Fluff. NRC First years (or any boy you wanna write about) get a phone call from Fem!reader in the night, they think they hear someone breaking into Ramshackle and are scared, the boys' rush in to rescue/protect reader. (Up to you if there is actually someone breaking in or its just old house noises/Grim or ghosts rummaging around etc) thank you for your lovely work thus far!

COMMENTS: Hi! Thank you. 😊 First I just wanted to say that the way I wrote it doesn't make any difference if it's a Fem Reader, so I did it for a GN Reader like I always do. I also apologize that Ace and Deuce's parts are the shortest, it just happened. 😔

More recently I also have less time to write, which is why this one took so long to finish. But I hope you and all like it.❤️

BTW: I used Bard to help me with Epel's dialect. 😜

CHARACTERS: Freshmen (Ace Trappola; Deuce Spade; Jack Howl; Epel Felmier; Sebek Zigvolt)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader

WORD COUNT: An average of 490 words per character.

CONTEXT: You had stayed in the bedroom while Grim went downstairs to do something. Probably for a snack. But then you hear him shouting your name as if asking for help.

Knowing that without magic you could be in even more danger than Grim, you pick up your cell phone and call the first contact that appears.

“What's your deal calling so late, hum?” Ace says when he answers you. “It can be off with my head for this, you know?” You explain to him what happened. “Ah, so you called me to come and protect you, is that it?” he says smugly. “You're probably just exaggerating. Maybe Grim is asking for help because he realized he already ate all the-” he noticed that the call was suddenly cut. “Oi, Prefect?... (Y/N)?... (Y/N)?!”

Ace ran out of Heartslabyul without passing anyone who could stop him. Even though he knew he would have problems when he returned.

When he arrived at Ramshackle Dorm, he cautiously approached the door, trying to listen for something to know what state things were in and what situation you were in. But he can't hear anything.

Until you scream! He tries to open the door but it is locked. So he decides to break it in with magic, and runs to the lounge where you were.

“(Y/N)!” He runs to the lounge instinctively, automatically pointing his magic pen at whoever is there with you. Grim and the ghosts scream at being surprised by Ace and he realizes it's just you and them in the dorm.

“Wha- What is going on?!” He asks “You called me because you thought someone was breaking into the dorm. And I come running here to find out that nothing happened?”

You tell Ace that technically you never talked about someone breaking into the dorm, and that after all he was right and Grim was melodramatically asking for help because he had nothing to snack on.

“So what was that about the call hanging up while we were talking?” Your cell phone has run out of battery. “And the scream just now?” The ghosts had decided to take advantage of the situation to prank on you.

Ace was upset, probably as much as you were.

“Serious? All this rush for nothing. How am I going to explain this to the housewarden? I'm going to lose my head at this hour.” He looks at you with that sly smile. “You know, this is your fault. I came running here because you hinted that you were in danger. I think I deserve compensation. What if you let me sleep here tonight?

“If you get in charge of fixing the door that you just broke into.” Grim says.

“I did it because I thought it was an emergency!”

“Oh yeah? We can always settle this in Heartslabyul's court.”

“Fine, fine, I'll fix the door.” He looks at you “Can I sleep here tonight then?”

“Hi (Y/N). It's really late for you to be calling, is something wrong?” You explain to Deuce what happened. “Don't leave your room! Stay safe there, I'm on my way!” He hangs up the call and runs out of Heartslabyul without passing anyone who could stop him. He doesn't think twice because you wouldn't be the type to play a prank like that on him. Right?

When Deuce arrives at Ramshackle, he calls your cell phone. But you don't answer. Which worries him even more. He runs to the front door and tries to open it. Obviously it was locked. So he breaks it open with a mix of brute force and magic... or maybe a cauldron.

“(Y/N)! GRIM!” He calls.

“DEUCE?!” He hears the incredulous voice of you and Grim in unison. They were coming from the lounge, so he runs there. To find you, Grim and the ghosts safe and sound.

“Are you guys okay? What happened?”

You explain to him that after all, Grim was just melodramatically asking for help because he had nothing to snack on.

“Oh... That's a relief, I think. But why didn't you answer me then? I called you before I came in.” Your cell phone had run out of battery. He sighs and smiles at you. “Well, I'm glad it was just a misunderstanding and that you're okay.” All of his priorities at that moment were knowing that you were safe, so much so that it didn't even occur to him to ask any more questions.

You hear the door that Deuce had just broken down creaking in the wind. “I am so sorry!” he says “I can fix the door, don't worry.”

But the wind starts to get stronger, and thinking about the problems he will have when he returns, you invite him to sleep in Ramshackle Dorm that night.

“Are you sure?” He asks, as if he also said he didn't want to bother. It's the least you can do for him. And you will talk to Riddle to explain what happened and stop him from cutting off Deuce's head.

“Thank you so much (Y/N).” He smiles at you. “I promise I'll fix the door tomorrow.”

“Hello (Y/N). Is something wrong?” Jack knew that for you to be calling at that time there was little chance of it being for a simple conversation. You explain to him what happened. “Did you hear any other strange noises?” You say there was absolutely nothing else, which also worries you. And at that moment you start to hear the wood on the floor creak as if someone was climbing the stairs. “Stay safe in your room! I’m on my way!”

The thing is that when you called him, he was already getting ready for bed. So he quickly changed his clothes with the help of magic and ran out of Savanaclaw right to Ramshackle Dorm. Making sure not to wake up any of the Savanaclaw students who might already be asleep, especially Leona.

When he arrives, he uses his signature spell to transform into a wolf and sniff the outside of the dorm to try to notice if there was any different smell, from someone other than you and Grim perhaps. But he doesn't notice anything strange in the air. Which meant that either there was nothing strange going on or whoever showed up was really good at hiding their tracks.

He approaches the front door and tries to listen inside. And that's when he hears you scream. He wastes no more time, breaks down the door in his wolf form and follows the trail of your scent to you. Upstairs. In your bedroom.

As soon as a huge white wolf appears at the door of your bedroom, Grim and the ghosts are the ones who scream this time. No one else was there with you. Jack returns to his beastman form.

“What happened? Did someone break into the dorm? Have they already run away?” He still had his defensive and ready to attack posture.

You apologize to him and explain that Grim's cry for help was nothing more than him being melodramatic when he discovered he was out of snacks.

“So who was coming up the stairs when you called me?”

After Grimm screams, the ghosts appear and they thought it was an excellent opportunity to scare you. They had just jump-scared you before Jack showed up. Up until then they had been making strange noises to build the suspense.

“And did you find that funny?!” Jack shouts at them. “This could have been an emergency! You shouldn't joke about something like that!” He starts to calm down as the ghosts apologize and Grim says it wasn't out of spite. And he remembers one thing. He puts his hand on the back of his neck and rubs it. “Oh, um... I... I ended up breaking down your door to get in. I'm sorry. I'll fix it.”

After all that and at a time like that, you invite Jack to sleep in Ramshackle Dorm. It's the least you can do for getting him into all that mess.

“Well, that would be very helpful. Especially because I don't want to risk waking up anyone in my dorm when I get back. But... are you sure?” You could see his tail starting to wag a little.

“Good evening (Y/N).” Epel greets you “Is everything alright?” You explain to him what happened. “Hmm?! M-Maybe it's nothing serious. D-Do you have any way of knowing what happened safely? You know, without you being noticed if someone is there I mean?”

You say you'll try and Epel hears you walking and leaving the door of your bedroom but then he stops hearing anything.

“(Y/N)? Can you hear me?... (Y/N)?!” He looks at his cell phone and sees that the call has disconnected. “Land sakes alive, what have I done now? I gotta get on over there right this minute!” AKA: "AH! What have I done? I have to go there! NOW!"

He changes his clothes as quickly as possible with the help of magic and runs out of Pomefiore. Praying that no one spots him and stops him. The part about someone stopping him didn't happen, now the part about being seen or noticed could be another story.

When he arrives at Ramshackle Dorm he tries to call you again, but it seems like your cell phone is turned off. He prepares his magic pen and thinks about breaking the door with magic. But then he realizes that he can make your situation worse, since he doesn't know what's happening inside.

Until he hears you scream and then he forgets all his pacifist options and breaks down the door as his instinct was telling him to do.

“(Y/N)?!” he calls for you.

“EPEL?!” He hears your incredulous voice. It was coming from the lounge, so he runs there. To find you, Grim and the ghosts safe and sound.

"What in tarnation happened? Y'all alright?"

You explain to him that after all, Grim was just melodramatically asking for help because he had nothing to snack on.

“You're pulling my leg, ain't you? All this hullabaloo over a little snack?” You, Grim and the ghosts look at him confused. He clears his throat. “I mean, all this fuss for a late night snack?” He looks at Grim in annoyance. “Wait!” He looks at you. “What about your cell phone? The call dropped and I couldn't call you anymore.”

You explain that you ran out of battery on it.

“And your scream just now?”

The ghosts had decided to take advantage of the situation to prank on you. He looks at the ghosts with the same look of annoyance that he looked at Grim. Epel takes a deep breath and sighs. You all heard the wind making the now broken door creak.

“Ah! The door!” He realizes. “I’m so sorry. I break it to get in. I can fix it, I promise. I can make it as good as new. I can make it look like new. Since you'll probably need a new one anyway. I´m sorry... again.”

After all that, at a time like that, and thinking about the problems he will have when he returns, you invite Epel to sleep in Ramshackle Dorm. And you say that you will explain everything to Vil, especially the fact that Epel did that because he thought you were in danger.

“R-Really?! Um, but are you sure it's okay for me to sleep here tonight?”

“HUMAN!” Sebek shout at your ear. “What is your business calling me at an unacceptable hour like this?” You explain to him what happened. “Don't be ridiculous! I'm sure nothing serious could be happening.” You hear footsteps coming up the stairs and approaching your bedroom. You tell him this. “Are you saying those footsteps sound like a human and not Grim?” The call hangs up. “Human?... (Y/N)! I DEMAND THAT YOU ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW IF YOU ARE LISTENING TO ME!” But he doesn't hear anything else.

Under normal circumstances he would notify Lilia and ask for permission to leave Diasomnia at an hour like that. But he was also trained to act in emergencies and this was one of those times. He cannot waste any time and must leave immediately for Ramshackle Dorm.

Despite his temperament, he was trained to know how to act in these types of situations. He must first analyze what is happening and only then create a plan. Otherwise he takes the risk of making things even worse and in the worst case scenario, your life will end because of his irresponsibility. He approaches the door and listens. Things were calm, too calm. Until he hears you scream!

He immediately breaks down the door with just his strength and takes out his magic pen. He hears movement upstairs. In your room. He runs there and when he arrives, his warning shout gives a heart-stopping scare to everyone there with you. Which is just Grim and the ghosts.

“WHAT HAPPENED? I REQUEST A REPORT IMMEDIATELY!”

You explain to him that after all, Grim was just melodramatically asking for help because he had nothing to snack on. And then he and the ghosts decided to take advantage of the situation to play a trick on you.

“Was that why you screamed before I came in?” He asks. You confirm. “What about your cell phone? The call ended after you told me you heard someone coming up the stairs.” Your cell phone ran out of battery.

“HOW CAN YOU BE SO CARELESS? You should always have your greatest means of communication ready for an emergency!” He then looks at Grim. “AND YOU! You should redefine your priorities! Asking for help over a snack is unacceptable!” Before Grim can complain, he finally looks at the ghosts, but still referring to Grim as well. “And what you did, from what I know, humans call it a prank. I always found them unnecessary and ridiculous. And look how right I am! UNACCEPTABLE TO BE USED IN A SITUATION LIKE THIS!”

Grim starts arguing with Sebek until the ghosts say he's right. That was a mean joke at a bad time and they apologize to both you and Sebek. Which brings a smug to his face.

You hear a creak, the wind passing through the broken door.

“Do you see where your joke took you? You made me break down the door thinking it was a rescue.”

“You broke her because you wanted to!” Grim responds. “We didn't force you into anything!”

Sebek sighs, annoyed. “Very well, I'll find a way to fix the door. BUT MAY THIS BE THE LAST TIME YOU TRICK (Y/N) TO THE POINT OF CALLING ME TO COME HERE!”

After all that and at a time like that, you invite Sebek to sleep in Ramshackle Dorm.

“Don't worry.” He says “There will be no such need. Just as I came here, I can easily return without any problems.” But if you say that you feel bad about making him go to Ramshackle Dorm for nothing and that it is the least you can do for the inconvenience, he might reconsider. “Oh, I see. You're still scared, are you not? Very well, I can keep you company tonight.”

If you dropped in here out of the blue and want to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[wolken-himmel]

In which (Y/n), affected by a love potion, falls head over heels for Kalim.

He should fix the problem, but he doesn't really want to.

Request by anon.

"(Y/n), are you alright? Say 'tuna' if you can hear me!"

"Ace, if you hadn't added that bay leaf, none of this would have happened!"

"Stop blabbering my ear off, Deuce... We need to find (Y/n) right now..."

The trio's concerned gazes were all fixated on the magenta fog that encircled your table. Fortunately, everyone had been able to flee from the explosion of your kettle — everyone but you. Now, most of the students cowered on the other half of the laboratory, and the alchemy professor approached the accident sight with quick strides.

Ace crossed his fingers behind his back, praying that you were alright — for the sake of his alchemy grade, of course.

"I'm right here!" you yelled out between wheezes. Your silhouette became clearer the more the fog escaped through the open windows. To everyone's relief, you emerged without a visible scratch. "Don't worry... nothing happened. My eyes just need some time to recover from the mist..." Your fingers rubbed away at your burning eyes, but it was nothing serious.

Crewel let out a low growl. "You're lucky, Spade and Trappola. If anything had happened to (L/n), you two would be in deep trouble—"

"But nothing happened, right?" Ace said sheepishly.

Before the situation could escalate more, the door was thrown open and hit the wall loudly. All eyes glanced into the direction of the exit — even you, whose eyes now had stopped burning. Perhaps the hasty movement had been a mistake on your part — because when you raised your gaze, your eyes were no longer (E/c) but magenta. And slowly but surely, your strained face softened up into a tender smile at the sight of the visitor: Kalim Al-Asim.

"Professor Crewel, I'm so sorry that I'm late—" the second-year cried out and ran a hand through his dishevelled white hair. "I must have slept in again..."

The professor clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Al-Asim, this isn't your class. You should be in PE with Coach Vargas right now," Crewel said without any hesitancy. Huh, so this must happen regularly if the professor had already managed to memorise Kalim's schedule.

"Oh— really?" Kalim let out a sheepish chuckle and bowed apologetically. "Then I'm terribly sorry—"

Just as he was about about turn around and leave the room, you happily chimed up, "Kalim! Kalim, you're here!" As quickly as your wobbly leg allowed you to, you rushed over to his side and wrapped yourself around his arm. Your eyes shone brightly when you smiled at him. "Did you come to check up on me? Oh, you're always so kind... That's what I appreciate about you the most."

"(Y/n), nice to see you here!" Kalim exclaimed obliviously. "Do you wanna hang out later? We could study together—"

"Yes, yes, yes! Always yes."

"I'm glad you're so eager to study with me! I also love spending time with you! You're always so fun to be around, (Y/n)."

The scene caused a stir of concerned murmurs from your fellow classmates — especially the trio of culprits. As if fascinated by the strange display of public affection, none of them could take their eyes off you as you peppered Kalim's face with innocent kisses. He merely laughed along, letting you do as you pleased.

Ace shook his head in disgust. "Something's strange about the prefect's behaviour."

"Was it your potion?" Crewel asked as soon as he had separated the two lovebirds.

"N-No! You're so funny, professor..." Ace said and laughed the whole situation off. "As if we idiots would have been able to brew a highly complicated love potion or anything like that!"

Deuce merely nodded along. "Y-Yes, that's right!"

Still, your three friends eyed you in concern when, after class had ended, you immediately stormed off into the direction of the Scarabia dorm.

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"Alright, something is clearly wrong with (Y/n). Whatever it is, you need to fix it, Kalim."

Jamil hadn't been able to take it anymore — the way you clung to Kalim like a lifeline and always laughed so dumbly whenever he made a bad joke. He had promised himself to not question your strange behaviour because it seemed to make Kalim happy, but enough was enough. If he had to listen to you rambling about his dorm leader's beautiful and stunning ruby eyes again, he was sure he would throw himself to the snakes.

Currently, Kalim and you were lounging on Scarabia's balcony, playing a round of mancala. Well, it was obvious that you were letting Kalim win — whether you wanted to see him smile again or were just too distracted, no one knew.

"Relax, Jamil! The prefect is just in a good mood today!" The dorm leader let out a proud gasp when he won another round against you. So taken by happiness, he jumped to his feet and lifted you up by the waist. "Isn't that right, (Y/n)?" Your laughter was music to his ears when he spun you around in circles.

When he finally set you down, you fell into his arms and let out a tender sigh. "My mood is always sky-high when I'm with you, beloved."

Jamil buried his face in his hands, especially when his dorm leader continued to ignore him. "The prefect just called you 'beloved.' That's enough reason for me to worry," he grumbled under his breath.

An offended gasp escaped your lips at that remark. "Kalim, don't listen to Jamil! He's just a hater, so just ignore him," you huffed and wrapped your arms around your beloved's neck dramatically. Then, you scrunched up your nose at Jamil and shooed him away. "Nobody understands our love!"

Kalim continued laughing softly when you buried your face in his shoulder. "If you say so, (Y/n)— oh, I didn't know you were such a cuddler!"

Upon being ignored, Jamil stomped away in frustration.

A sly smile appeared on your lips when you pulled away to face him properly. Your magenta eyes flashed happily when you extended a hand to cup his cheek. He leaned into the gesture and closed his eyes. Now that the intruder was gone, your face softened into an expression of genuine adoration. "I love you, Kalim," you breathed out mindlessly.

His eyes snapped open in surprise, though that surprise quickly turned into delight. "Really? You do?" he asked in disbelief. When you nodded eagerly, he let out a joyous gasp. "We should get married, then! That would be like... an eternal sleepover!"

Just as you opened your mouth to reply, you were stopped by the appearance of three figures in the entrance of the balcony. You furrowed your eyebrows in dismay when Ace, Deuce, and Grim stormed over to you, each with a suspicious bucket of water in their hands.

"Woah, hold your horses!" Grim yelled and narrowed his eyes. "My henchhuman ain't getting married just yet."

The tension in the air was non-existent to Kalim, who merely laughed their worried expressions off. Instead, he continued to hold you gently, an excited smile on his lips. "Oh! You three came just in time," the dorm leader chimed dreamily. "Ace and Deuce, you can be the bridesmaids. And Grim, you can be the flower girl!"

A collective choke of disgust went through the round of first-years.

Your grip on your beloved was tight, like that of a boa. The furious glare you shot your friends caused them to step back in fear. "First Jamil and now you three!" Your gaze softened up when you grabbed Kalim by his shoulders and shook him back and forth desperately. "Kalim, we're such star-crossed lovers... The universe doesn't want us to be together, but that won't stop us, will it? Promise me we'll always stay together. I could never live without you."

Kalim started laughing lightly, flattered at your intense words. "Oh (Y/n)... You're adorable..."

"You do know that you're under the influence of a love potion, (Y/n)?" Ace asked with a quirked eyebrow. "None of this is real."

"...Really?" Kalim asked in surprise. His innocent expression fell in disappointment when he gazed into your cloudy magenta eyes.

Deuce rolled his eyes. "You could have been nicer about this, Ace."

"Is what they're saying true, (Y/n)?"

"No! Don't listen to those liars!"

So caught up in convincing your beloved of the realness of your feelings for him, you didn't notice when Ace yelled, "Now, Grim!"

"Here goes nothing!" At his signal, the cat lurched forward and threw the contents of his bucket at Kalim and you.

A loud scream escaped your lips, and you jerked back in shock when the frigid water came into contact with your skin. The shock somehow allowed your foggy mind to finally clear up. Your friend's sighed in relief when you opened your (E/c) eyes — no more magenta.

Your face was still contorted in confusion. "What... What happened? Why am I soaking wet?" Then, your gaze snapped over to your friends and the buckets in their hands. A low growl escaped your lips as you threw yourself at them. "Ace, Deuce— and Grim. Of course it was you who threw a bucket of water at me. Wait till I get you... You're dead..."

"Glad you're back to your normal self!" Ace teased while dodging your attack easily.

Eventually, a small water fight broke out between the four of you. With the need for revenge, you wrought the buckets of water out of their hands and let them taste their own medicine.

Somehow, all seemed forgotten when even Kalim joined in, throwing beams of water at you with his unique magic. He seemed to be having the time of his life when he finally exclaimed, "Oh, you four are always so much fun to be around!"

[cera-writes]

Hi there I love your work you are very talented I was wondering if you could write a fic about gambit x reader who has powers like atom eve from invincible ie matter manipulation and energy constructs

I hope you Will be able to do so if not that's also ok have a nice day

A/N: Thank you so much!! Hope this was okay for your request! I'm super sorry it took so long for me to finish this up!

The scent of stale cigarettes and desperation clung to the air as you navigated the labyrinthine back alleys of New York. Tonight's target: a heavily guarded warehouse rumored to house a stolen shipment of mutant growth hormone. Not exactly Robin Hood territory, but rent didn't discriminate on ethics. A loose brick skittered under your boot, the telltale sign of a pressure plate. You smirked, picturing the goons scrambling for a nonexistent bomb – a trick you'd learned the hard way.

Suddenly, a figure dropped from the shadows, landing effortlessly beside you. Crimson and onyx eyes gleamed under the dim glow of a flickering streetlight. "Need a hand, cher?"

It was Remy LeBeau, the infamous Gambit. His roguish charm usually left you cold, but tonight, with two of Hammerhead's goons charging out of the warehouse, his timing couldn't be better.

"Always a pleasure," you deadpanned, hands crackling with raw energy. "Just stay out of my way, Cajun."

Remit whistled, a playful glint in his eyes. Before you could react, a flurry of playing cards – some standard, some ornately decorated – sailed through the air, charged with explosive energy straight in the thugs' direction.

"Don' mind if I do, cherie," he drawled, as he watched the cards make a beeline straight towards the goons. The cards detonated leaving smoke behind in their wake, leaving the goons groaning on the cobblestone street.

You rolled your eyes, momentarily distracted. It was a bad habit – one Gambit always seemed to exploit. A wave of your hand sent a metal dumpster lid soaring through the air, slamming shut the heavy warehouse doors.

"Looks like we're on the same page," you conceded, a grudging respect tinging your voice.

Working with Gambit was a gamble. You'd first encountered him trying to "borrow" some tech from a shady organization you'd been infiltrating. The ensuing chaos had forged an uneasy alliance, one that begrudgingly acknowledged your shared skills.

Inside the warehouse, the air grew thick with dust motes dancing in the beams of your makeshift energy constructs. You moved with practiced ease, manipulating the metal crates into makeshift platforms and walkways, making your way deeper into the cavernous space.

Suddenly, a booming voice echoed through the vast hall. "Well, well, what do we have here? A couple of freaks playing dress-up?"

A hulking figure with cybernetic enhancements emerged from the shadows. Hammerhead, the local crime lord, his face a grotesque parody of a human skull.

"Looks like we have company, cherie," Gambit murmured, flinging a card. It exploded with a dull thud, barely slowing Hammerhead's charge.

The fight was a blur of steel and energy. Your constructs clashed against Hammerhead's cybernetic limbs, while Gambit danced around him, using his agility, bo staff, and charged cards to wear him down. Finally, you saw an opening.

"Remy, now!" you yelled, gathering a concentrated burst of energy in your palm.

Gambit tossed a card at Hammerhead, this one a queen of spades. It detonated with a blinding flash, momentarily disorienting the villain. You seized your chance, launching your energy blast directly at the power core strapped to his chest. It was seemingly fused into his body through his armor, the one thing that gave him an open weakness.

There was a deafening crackle of electricity, followed by a sickening screech as the power core overloaded. Hammerhead crumpled to the floor, smoke rising from his damaged armor.

Silence descended upon the warehouse. You deactivated your powers, the exhaustion settling in your bones.

Gambit chuckled, leaning against a stack of crates. "Nice work, cherie. Y'sure know how to light up a room."

You huffed a tired laugh. "Just don't get used to it, Cajun. This was a one-time thing."

He winked, his signature smirk playing on his lips. "We'll see 'bout dat, cherie. We'll see 'bout dat."

As dawn painted the New York skyline in hues of orange and pink, you stood atop the warehouse, watching Gambit melt back into the shadows. He was trouble, that was for certain, but tonight, at least, you were on the same side. Perhaps, you thought, a little chaos wasn't so bad, especially when someone with a charming smile and a knack for explosives had your back.

[youryurigoddess]

The stuff dreams are made of, or the interesting case of Anthony J. Crowley

We’ve talked a bit about Crowley’s trauma and his way of reclaiming the narrative in the past, but it’s time for some deep dive into the story he’s trying to tell. A story that meanders through the fabric of time and space, slightly changing with the human fashion trends, but slowly and surely bringing the demon closer to a certain angel like the red thread of fate.

1793

Some stories start in a garden, some even Before the Beginning, but this one starts with an Arrangement. Or, to be precise, a little bit after that.

See, most of the iterations of Crowley we saw throughout the history until then didn’t delve too deep into human cultural tropes. If anything, they were the inspirations behind more or less prominent biblical figures, maybe some nameless villains matching his demonic provenance and role assigned to him by his employers.

But in the hustle and bustle of the revolutionary Paris, Crowley emerges as a prototype of the Scarlet Pimpernel — a chivalrous Englishman who rescues aristocrats before they are sent to the guillotine. Stan Lee famously called him “the first character who could be called a superhero”.

Sir Percy Blakeney, the main character of the novel and the West End play under the same title, leads a double life. Appearing as nothing more than a wealthy fop, in reality he’s a formidable swordsman, a quick-thinking master of disguise and an escape artist. Even his own wife, Marguerite, has no idea.

Unfortunately Marguerite is being blackmailed with her brother’s life to find and expose the wanted Pimpernel. She regrets betraying her husband the moment she's forced to do it and spends the rest of the plot working to save him. She does, they make up, and return together to England.

In Aziraphale and Crowley’s case there was just a short stop for crêpes. But what seems to be an inspiration of a specific scene might as well come up later in the wider perspective of the show, so keep in mind those fragments of the musical’s libretto:

We all are caught in the middle

of one long treacherous riddle.

Can I trust you?

Should you trust me too?...

We shamble on through this hell

taking on more secrets to sell

'til there comes a day

when we sell our souls away.

We seek him here, we seek him there,

Those Frenchies seek him everywhere!

Is he in heaven? Is he in hell?

Where is that damn elusive Pimpernel!

1941

The London Blitz is when we see a full-fledged iteration of the superhero Crowley performing dashing and heroic deeds under the literal cover of darkness and air bomb smoke. In a bespoke double-breasted suit and a fedora — still free from the unfortunate modern connotations from the internet culture — he’s clearly channeling Humphrey Bogart as a private investigator Sam Spade in The Maltese Falcon (1941) now.

It all starts with a woman and a simple plan gone wrong: Spade’s partner is shot dead, just like the man he was supposed to be tailing upon the request of a mysterious Miss Wonderly. And when a very soft-looking, sweet-scented man named Joel Cairo appears in his office willing to pay a hefty price for a "black figure of a bird", Spade starts not only a new job, but also his own quest for truth.

On the surface, The Maltese Falcon ends happily: the killer gets caught, and the hero winds up with the Falcon. But Spade's victory is completely hollow. The Falcon itself, originally meant as a symbol of loyalty, transforms into a symbol of a corrupting, futile, and self-destructive greed that makes people betray their own loyalties.

The treasure is just a worthless forgery and he’s fallen in love with the criminal — one of the first femmes fatales on screen. Despite his feelings for her and a kiss, Spade gives her up and submits the statuette as evidence, describing it as "the stuff that dreams are made of".

Remember the eagle lectern? The eagle was believed to be flying highest in the sky and therefore closest to heaven, symbolizing the carrying of the word of God to the four corners of the world. Aziraphale in the 1941 church scene is the closest to Heaven we’ve seen him on Earth. Just look at him: dressed in a smart, well-fitted coat with peaked lapels, symbolizing his Heavenly allegiance, and doing good this time not as a work assignment, but of his own accord. Being the closest to Heaven means the furthest and most unattainable for a demon like Crowley.

The Maltese Falcon is a metaphor for unattainability — things out of reach to desire and fight for, although never truly possess. It’s “the stuff that dreams are made of”. But Crowley secured the original — made of gold and encrusted with jewels, but hiding its real value under black enamel — eerily reminiscent of the demon himself and the unending kindness behind his inappropriately tight black clothing.

Quoting Michael Ralph — the production mastermind behind Good Omens — from the S01E04 “Saturday Morning Funtime” DVD commentary, “We wanted to tip our hat to the Maltese Falcon as being a precious object that no-one thought really exists but it does”. So we can safely assume that Crowley can and will achieve his dream in the future.

1967

Do you know what else happens in 1941 in Scotland? Ian Fleming, a British naval intelligence agent, meets with the famous occultist Aleister Crowley and asks him to lead the interrogation of newly imprisoned Rudolf Hess — a leading member of the Nazi Party in Nazi Germany appointed Deputy Führer — given the two men’s shared enthusiasm for the occult.

This meeting has a significant impact on Fleming’s work as a writer; Aleister Crowley becomes the inspiration for his first villain Le Chiffre and creates a blueprint for most of the James Bond’s franchise ever since 1953, the publication date of the novel Casino Royale.

Meanwhile our Anthony J. Crowley believes in himself not being the villain he’s usually and sometimes forcefully painted as, but a superhero in disguise. The character of James Bond in particular inspires him so much that he buys petrol to get the limited You Only Live Twice (1967) window decals for his Bentley, dons his own tactical turtleneck, and sets off to organize a heist like no other. Sean Connery style.

Like a typical superhero, Crowley’s once again both saved and betrayed by his love interest. Aziraphale leaves him with a thermos of Holy Water, a faint smile, and a hope that they’ll soon match their speeds to meet halfway at the Ritz. The cancelled heist is not an ending, but a promise of a new beginning. And the fact that UK decriminalizes homosexual acts in the very same year is more than telling in this regard.

2019

An exceptional situation calls for exceptional solutions, and what’s more important than the impending Apocalypse? Demon Crowley does his best to put the arsenal of his 20th century film inspirations to good use.

"Ask yourself, do you feel lucky?" Crowley drawls, clearly imitating (although slightly misquoting) the titular Dirty Harry (1971). He’s hoping to be menacing and making the point of being the one on the right side of the law and history.

Some situations require more than quoting action heroes is not everything though. He knows what to do:

A jeep was heading purposefully towards the gate, and it looked as though it was crowded with people who were about to shout questions and fire guns and not worry about which order they did this in.

[Crowley] brightened up. This was more what you might call his area of competence.

He took his hands out of his pockets and he raised them like Bruce Lee and then he smiled like Lee Van Cleef.

'Ah,' he said, 'here comes transport.'

When in doubt, Crowley acts. He transforms into a combination of a stoic martial arts phenomenon and a sardonic, menacing character. His smile alone — even on Aziraphale’s angelic face, as seen in one of the final cut scenes — seems to be enough to ward off evil spirits, angels, and humans alike.

But we all know that even as breathtaking performances as those can’t protect anyone from the cogs of the Heavenly machine and its plans.

2023

No wonder that Crowley’s tactical turtleneck comes back in style after mere four years of retirement with a self-introduction “Former Demon, hated by Heaven, loathed by Hell. How will our hero cope?”. Something has changed during this time; he’s more mature now, not playing pretend by hiding behind the usual veneer of sarcasm and movie quotes anymore. Finally comfortable with the fact that this is his own story and there’s no need to become anyone else than himself.

The bookshop fire and the Heavenly trial still seem to haunt the demon in a way that makes him realize what all humans know: that every hero is his own biggest enemy. His ultimate dream might effortlessly change into his greatest nightmare any moment now, and the only thing he can do about it is hover in a two-minute distance from the epicenter of his feelings. But Crowley has no time to work on it when a new mission appears, to protect his angel from Gabriel and the combined powers of Heaven and Hell. Even if this — rather ostentatiously — is the last thing he wants to think about at the moment.

Crowley tries to plan ahead, while his story slowly warps into a different genre due to Aziraphale’s interruptions. He eventually changes back into his usual Henley shirt after agreeing to swap places and guarding the bookshop while the angel is off to Edinburgh, collecting more clues. Did he finish his personal quest off-screen? Did he just give up on it in the whirlwind of matchmaking shenanigans? Remains to be seen.

In the S2 finale our master of disguise in yet another turtleneck proves that he can successfully infiltrate even the universe’s back office. We don’t know where he drives off in the end, but one thing is certain — he’s got a plan. And a world (and his dream) to save, like a superhero he is.

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

As promised, links to my crossposted fics (at least as many as I could find), in chronological order.

Mother Bruce And His Baby Birds [multi-chapter]

Much That Once Was Is Lost [multi-chapter]

Nature and Nurture [multi-chapter]

The Robin Manual

Dry Drowning

Breathing

Battle Royal

It Wasn't Real (But We Were Happy) [multi-chapter] - apparently not crossposted??

I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts - not linked; each chapter is a new prompt, so it's too unwieldy

By the Sea, By the Beautiful Sea

Trapped

Little Thieves

Teenage Mutant Power Rangers

Choco Bombs

With a Chance

Single Dads Club [multi-chapter]

Safe House

A Walk Up the Road

He's Shorn We're Torn

Look for the Helpers

Stop! It's Fanon Time - not linked; each chapter is a new prompt, so it's too unwieldy

Jason's First Christmas

Precious Fragile Little Thing

Caring for His Boy

Carried

If the Sky Comes Falling Down (For You) [multi-chapter]

Kitten

Choose - Lose

No Lifeguard on Duty

Shoulder to Shoulder

Listening

O'er These Mountains I Would Fly

Wishes & Dreams

Blue Eyes and Moth Wings - did not crosspost

Sunrise

Why Should a Star, a Star Ever Be Afraid of the Dark - did not crosspost

You've Always Been the Sweetest Song

Even When the Words Went Wrong

Hello from the Other Side - did not crosspost

You Are the Sun and I—

My Head Is Stripped - apparently did not crosspost in full

Catch Me

In My Arms

Chicken Bones - previously posted under a different title

Bang

With a Whimper [multi-chapter]

The End of the World

Bloody Brilliant

Collapsing Star with Tunnel Vision

Busted

Mended

Take the Spade from My Hands

Hay Is for Horses

Hidden

A Child of the Manor

To See the Stars

Yes Ma'am

Steel Blues

Resonant Frequency

Sentinels - apparently did not crosspost in full

I'm Done With Having Dreams - apparently did not crosspost in full

Oh You Drain All the Fear From Me

Emergency Contact

The Return [multi-chapter]

What's a Penny Worth

Old Blood

Hello Fadduh

Pup

A Quick Pinch [multi-chapter]

Ghost [multi-chapter]

Can't Let Me Go

The Caretaker and the Night

The Cave

Last of a Dying Breed

Write Our Names in the Wet Concrete

Professional Distance

Mr. Wayne, We Have Your Son

Fix This

White Lights / Afterglow

Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Hood

And After the Storm

The End of Infinity (With You) [multi-chapter]

Sleepyhead

Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien

Ulcers

(S)kittish

Call From

Red to the Wrists

The Rain Again

Hey, Sister [multi-chapter]

May Tomorrow Never Come

It might be your wound, but they're my sutures

Hounded - did not crosspost in full

There's an Endless Road to Rediscover - did not crosspost in full

Nowhere Safer - did not crosspost in full

Satisfaction - did not crosspost in full

[silvyavan]

Yuno Grinbellior: Fall From Class Solidarity Grace

This has been a LONG time coming when it comes to Yuno's character, all the power ups and hellacious writing involved with said character. This actually had me re-reading Black Clover just to compile this callout/thesis/whatever the hell this is.

Hypothesis: Yuno's character arc and symbolic meaning got absolutely ruined in Spade arc, on the entire series premises even, to the point where he went from class ally to class traitor. From "You don't have to have massive capital or a prestigious family to have lots of mana and worth" to "Being born to privilege literally gets you everywhere in life".

And even if its not, Yuno's character arc ends up being "always at the important events, never where it matters the most".

ARC 1: THE GRAND ELF ARC AND THE SET UP TO THE CHARACTER.

One of the pivotal moments of the early series is the Magic Knights Exam and how it ends. The choice between captains is arguably the best metaphor for how Asta and Yuno's rivalry feels scuffed and represents that, in a world where mana is everything, big mana DOES get you in high places, even if you're unaware of it.

When Yuno gets his turn to see which captains would want him, all of them raise their hands and he even has the option to choose the best ranked squad, Golden Dawn, a squad that is already built upon with SEVERAL noble houses supporting it, including the Wizard King's own support, and with a repertoire of big mana bitches. Yuno, who symbolises the 4 leaf clover and all the mana and perceived pedigree that comes from it, has the chance to go into a squad that is exclusive only to nobles.

Asta, however, is the more realistic approach of someone who starts from the bottom up and has nothing, as no squads raise their hands because they want him and the only option he DOES have is the squad that's at the bottom of the barrel/with the worst reputation.

This is important because this is aligned with the next instance we'll talk about: Star Festival.

The Star Festival literally has this shit said outright: even if you take THE worst squad out of the gutter and work to the point of disability and get borderline killed trying to protect your country, the squad full of nobles who have:

1) an environment where its much easier to gain achievements (GD being located in Kiten, near the border between Diamond and often attacked, even getting Spade spies, thus making nation relevant achievements is surprisingly easy),

2) more resources and funding due to nepotism and support from rich family members ( having many noble families who can afford tutors, training, education and even connections into getting into squads, often even allowing immediate medical care in case of emergencies), and

3) implicit connections with the higher ups in the government (William being from the same squad where Julius, current wizard king was, the ENTIRE judicial court of Clover being royalists/pro noble faction, likely having relatives in GD)

will still achieve better results for less effort. Asta still has to work harder than Yuno, just for 2nd place. Black Bulls squad can literally save villages and towns, stop foreign invasions and terrorists and they still don't get as much payback as the squad made up entirely from connections, money and massive mana prowess. Is the GD still also doing the same things as the Black Bulls? Yeah, but if you look at the point distributions, Golden Dawn gets SEVERAL per missions/events, with a Spade Kingdom officer being a whole 5 stars.

It's the most obvious metaphor and it leaves a bitter taste in one's mouth, since one of the key notions that one usually gets from the rivalry between Asta and Yuno is that its a friendly rivalry that isn't inherently favored in one direction. And this, and many OTHER instances shown later in the story are testament that that's not true.

Even though Asta and Yuno both qualify for the Royal Knights position, what happened at the actual tournament, concerning Langris, feels like a statement of Yuno throwing away any attempt of principles. Yuno was THERE when Langris went off the deep end, and this guy is his vice captain. Even agrees with Klaus that something is definitely off. But he makes no attempt to actually stop him. Luck, Magna, Noelle, Charmy and Asta all jump in to try and stop him. EVEN JULIUS comes in to try and stop him, so any statement of "he's his superior, he can't go against him" can't hold ground because Julius' judgement clearly says that hes got issues, so I doubt Langris would have grounds in trying to discipline Yuno for "insubordination".

Like, maybe it's just me, but if you see your vice captain go off the deep end and try to kill a contestant from a different squad AFTER its been announced he won, you should probably stop him for both their sakes.

Yuno doesn't, NOBODY from Golden Dawn does, what does that speak on what they view as "going too far"?

And when the match between Asta's and Langris' team ends in a draw, and in a show of solidarity, all the Knights come to Asta to support him, Yuno is... not part of the crowd. People like Klaus, Hamon and Mimosa from the Golden Dawn are. So you've got people from ALL OTHER squads, who don't even know Asta, coming in to his metaphorical support. Its almost out of place how he's not even coming over there, compared to the previous volumes where he was, in fact there.

This just keeps going on until the actual Elf incident, where it feels like Tabata finally remembers "oh yeah, Yuno and Asta are kinda supposed to be friends", and Yuno is immediately worried for Asta in comparison to the previous arcs where he's kind of aloof with him. Can the aloofness be part of the respect for him? Maybe, but this is only because we keep having places where Asta and Yuno are together in a situation. Spade Arc is not like that.

ARC 2: SPADE ARC AND THE FUCK UPS

Spade Arc, has, for the major part except for 2 instances, been an arc that keeps hammering in that Yuno is continuing the saga of acting like the first 15 years of his life mean jackshit.

Yuno is now Vice Captain, has a fanclub and seems to be acting like William is some important figure to him. And all of this feels like absolute lip service.

Vice Captain because Langris stepped down and naturally they needed someone reliable but there's plenty of other, more higher ranking and experienced brigade Knights who could have taken over the responsibilities (assuming that the position isn't just some "second strongest in the building" ranking, and has actual paperwork, responsibilities, workload, etc). So Yuno, getting the position when he's been a Knight for only 2 years, feels like a weird choice and doesn't even give a show of "mana may not be the same, but effort is". They just put any big mana bitch in charge. Even some of the GD only refer to his phenomenal magic as the show of good characteristics.

Yuno and Asta, assuming they both have the same amount of missions and effort put into this, would've had the same position if it wouldn't have been for the Court Rulings and Banishment. And that's what makes Yuno being Vice Captain rather unbelievable or just straight up condescending. Even if the Court Ruling DIDNT apply, it makes no sense for the position to be given to someone who's been in the magic Knights for about 2 years.

The fan club, again, feels like a superficial way to state that "people like Yuno". Yuno is considered handsome, yes, but a fan club usually can't survive off of being handsome alone. There's no actual show of when, how or why this club formed. It sure as hell couldn't have formed in 6 months, even if they're made up of civilians as well. I know the anime has made some supplementary episode on this, but again, the "we accept you" moment feels backhanded.

We know Charlotte has a fan club, but they're all part of her squad. We're not given any example if there's civilians in her fanclub, or if there are other fanclubs dedicated to other famous magic knights.

Even if there wasn't any animosity, for these people to take like a year to accept a new recruit? This fanclub feels more like a representation of actual Yuno fans than a statement that people like Yuno.

The solidarity between him and William. My brother in Clover, where did all of this come from. I'm pretty sure Yuno would've been more pissed about the fact that William chose Yuno because of the elf soul in him. He's not, maybe he doesn't care, but there's not... a whole lot of ANYTHING. It's another case of tell and not show, but maybe because of the timeskip, it feels a bit fake.

The worst of it is, arguably, the moment where he calls out the Captains for keeping William at arms length for the Elf incident.

I want to remind yall, All Of Yall, that the Elf incident didn't just possess the Knights of Golden Dawn, but also EVERYONE ELSE IN THE MAGIC KNIGHTS. 3 (4 if you count Kaiser) WHOLE captains got possessed, SEVERAL vice captains and many other Knights who started blowing shit up all over the kingdom. Patri "killed" Julius in front of Yami, Fuegoleon got ROBBED AND LOST AN ARM due to machinations of the Midnight Sun, Nozel almost DIED in front of his family during the incident, and Jack pretty much had to go and juggle all this shit as the only other non possessed Captain besides Yami in dealing in this.

Like YEAH, no SHIT that they haven't forgiven him, this affected EVERYONE'S bodily autonomy, health and survival. William, bless this homosexual, is a war criminal and I'm pretty sure the Court Rulings, while politically sane, was the only reason his ass wasn't on trial. It's been 6 months, yeah, but the incident has made everyone's life in some way harder and the kingdom's stability worse. They have the right to be mad about this. Even Yuno admits it, he can't blame them for the animosity but at the same time, he's acting like them being mad about it is unwarranted.

Yuno, your autism is bad, I understand, but look back, literally less than 30 chapters ago, and ask yourself, would you be mad as fuck at your coworker if they almost killed everyone? Yes? Because as far as I'm concerned, the moment between Yami, William and Tiny Julius was a closed incident, one that did not have other captains involved. They did not see that shit, maybe they were briefed, but the emotional turmoil was absolutely necessary about this. We're not given the briefing of the captains when William would have had to come clean in front of them. Wish we did, considering how it would've made this moment much more cathartic.

But all this is not the worst offence to Yuno's character. The Prince revelation is.

The thing is, up until this arc, Yuno's behavior might be a bit off putting, but he's still technically a peasant who just so happens to have a lot of mana. The talent and mana was more so his and his alone. His talent made from effort, his mana who he just so happened to he born with. No fancy family, no fancy secret heritage. Just pure, raw autism fueled power.

The Prince revelation essentially smacks it all off of the table and just makes the excuse "of course Yuno is talented and full of mana, he's Foreign Royalty!". Hell, fucking NOZEL makes a "that explains everything" statement.. It's disheartening, cheap and just makes any effort that Yuno previously put into honing his skills feel fake. It is arguably the reason I pray that Asta never gets any secret family bloodline, because its souring the whole character arc and if Asta got that, Tabata might as well cancel the series because that would be a slap to the face for those who wanted Asta to be a winning underdog.

ARC 3: THE PEDESTAL OF BEING IMPORTANT BUT NOT INVOLVED.

This arc has lasted, maybe a bit over 30 chapters (332-369), and it has made not one good thing about Yuno.

Remember the statement I made previously? "Always in the middle of important events, but never when it really matters"? Yeah, no arc shows it as much as this one.

The start of this arc is Lucius attacking Asta's promotion celebration party, a long awaited party to celebrate Asta getting Senior Magic Knight, First Class. 3rd overall, and first in that ranking, essentially saying that Asta's next position would be Grand Magic Knight. In the same title, Fuegoleon says that Asta and Yuno SHOULD have been on the same ranking as Grand Magic Knights, but doesn't say why. Even so, they're not at a relatively similar position of ranking. Most Knights in this ranking are either captains or vice captain level.

This is, naturally, an important event. Orsi, Lily and the kids from the church are there! The captains are there! But not Yuno.

It's implied that Yuno got to Grand Magic Knight within the timeskip, and Asta only managed to get Senior Magic Knight after he was pardoned. But even so, Asta went and celebrated and congratulated it with Yuno. We don't see Yuno's reaction. Only the statement that Asta was always ahead of him. It sounds like ignorance of privilege at this point.

Yuno was out because he, the Golden members and Black Bull members, who have experience with devil activity, were away to investigate it. Unfortunate, but hopeful thinking makes you wonder if he had plans to congratulate Asta after the party, or come in late but still in time for it.

The reality of the matter is that Yuno showed up after the party, after Lucius went and fought Asta and missing quite literally everything. He even says that the attack Adrammelech planned was a feint. Was he not considering the idea that maybe if this was a feint, then something WORSE is going on somewhere else??? Even more so that he went and obliterated high ranking devils in an instant. Hell, with them all gathering in the min hall, it gives the impression that Yuno arrived to this meeting late enough for everyone to gather.

It's almost as if they're treating Yuno's reaction to the events are more important than, you know, actually participating in the events. Noelle and Nero had experience in devils too, but they didn't participate. They actually went and tried to help Asta when he was down! Even the Captains got out to try and help! And yet for Yuno, he's just reacting to it with the promise of vengeance, when nobody knows if vengeance will actually bring Asta back.

This isn't the only moment either. The magic Knights tournament, the golden dawn massacre, and this is a trend in Yuno being involved in the important and big battles, sure, but he's never in the moments that matter in terms of showing the actual presence of the character or weight to the plot. He's almost like a filler character who only shows up in major incidents at this point. Fucking SEKKE has more emotional weight to the plot at this point (I jest but what if).

The arc is, at this point, still ongoing and MAYBE the current state of Yunos character will change (I pray).

But, if I had to give my two cents, my idea of what would make Yuno's character more solid would be the contrast of Yuno who has all the gifts and Yuno who's only got his effort left.

That is to say, put Yuno in a situation where his efforts and abilities are put to the test by reducing/negating his powerups.

One version of this, is that Lucius somehow gets close enough to reach his soul, Elf Yuno takes the brunt to save Yuno, and now Yuno is down to only his Star Grimoire.

Another version, is that Adrammelech vs Yuno happens.

Yuno vs Adrammelech where Adrammelechs (supposed or proposed) Sun magic cancels out Star magic and his wind magic is entirely limited. A fight where Yuno can't rely on his massive magic to fight Adrammelech and can only use weapons made from spirit magic and wind as agility against him.

"Take away the talent and magic and what are you left with" type of fight. It would also add some zest to Adrammelech if he's fighting Yuno PURPOSEFULLY, to separate Asta and him from the fight with Lucius and make it an Asta vs Lucius Rematch while holding his own rematch with Yuno.

If its not, then having the Lucius vs Asta and Yuno might be more of a redemption scenario to Yuno missing the key moments of the party fight. Like how Yuno on his own is kinda struggling due to Lucius using numbers, Asta on his own needed to have hostages used against him. But if they both show up at the same time, then they can counter each others weaknesses.

Those are just some possibilities, and I have no idea how Tabata is gonna spin this, but fuck! Let's hope he doesn't fumble!

[thetypingpup]

thinking about imp!haechan. to everyone else he appears like a normal human, but when he's alone with you, that's when he reveals his full demon nature. to him, you're the only one who deserves to see it. you're the only one that can gaze at the slender horns that poke out on top of his head, which emerge from his fluffy hair. he's the only one he sheds his leather and denim jackets with to reveal the bat-like wings that span just beyond his shoulders. you're the only human who's felt the sharp points of his fangs and claws, felt his slender tail wind around you in moments of passion, the spade shaped point teasing your most intimate spots. you're the only one he'll ever gaze at with the true ruby hue of his eyes. with the gratification you grant him, it's the least he can do.

while the pleasure is addictive he feels with you is addictive, and he does get intoxicated on the ecstasy, he's not in it for the lust. he's in it for the pride; the pride of being able to play with someone as gorgeous as you, the pride of being able to fluster you and please you so easily, the pride of being able to seduce you without aphrodisiacs or lust magic, and to make you cum whenever and however he wants. it's pride that draws him to you over and over, reveling in your sweet moans and shrill cries, delighting in the way you tremble when he touches you just right, thoroughly enjoying how a press of his lips against yours and a slip of his tongue has you melting for him.

thinking about him needing you in the most vulgar, carnal ways possible, both for the pleasure and for the pride of knowing he can. he loves fucking your mouth while you hang off the edge of the bed, and his ego inflates with the knowledge that he's the only one who can see you from such an angle. he's the only one that gets to play with your chest and make you moan around his cock, the only one to elicit such choked whimpers of excitement while your throat closes tightly around his length, rippling when you swallow around him and giving him the most gratifying pleasure he's every felt. he loves 69ing with you so he can be enveloped in the wet heat of your mouth while he smothers himself in your cheeks from behind, panting and lapping at your wet pussy like the hungry beast he becomes when he's with you. he loves free use, being right there to tease you the moment he senses a spike in your arousal, loving the way he can make you lose composure so easily just by pressing against you, and make you succumb to him seemingly without much effort. he loves that you're his, takes pride in the fact that you're his, and is sure to shower you in bliss as a reward for being so good for him. he makes sure that he's the only one to shower you in bliss as a reward for being so good for him. even when he shares you with other demons, pridefully showing off how gorgeous you are and how fun you are to play with, he makes sure that he's the main one to give you the pleasure you so rightfully deserve. you deserve to feel as good as you look, and he's going to make sure you feel divine every time he plays with you.

"there you go baby, take it for me." he often groans in moments of bliss, grabbing your waist in a possessive grasp, "take this fucking cock. take it all for me."

"all for you haechan." you obediently repeat, much to his delight, "all for you."

thinking about imp!haechan having a huge praise kink, arousal rushing straight to his cock every time you moan and whine about how good he's making you feel, how hot he looks, how much you love doing this with him, that no one you've ever had compares to him. thinking about him really loving face fucking and anal, wanting the honor of being able to fuck all of your holes.

thinking about him also really being into somno, and honestly he'd be so romantic about it. you're his lover, only he gets to have you like this, so he'll savor every moment. he'll maneuver your body how he wants, perching your hips and head on the soft pillows so you sink into the cushions, and fuck you slowly, making you feel good even while you slumber. you're just so stunning even in sleep, your body giving way to him to him so perfectly, that he can't help but be entranced, letting a rush of conceited satisfaction go right to his head when he thinks that you're all for him. he kisses you softly, winds his tail around your thigh, wraps his arms around you, holding you close with a possessively tender embrace. those sleepy little whines you let out are music to his ears, and make him just wanna keep fucking you all night long. he takes his time building you up, making you arch and squirm for him without even needing to wake you up. and if he makes you cum in your sleep, makes you clench around him in fluttering pulses and whine for him, makes you moan his name in your sleep, his pride shoots through the roof and he's cumming right then and there. and of course, the sight of his cum seeping out of you would turn him on to no end, and make him wanna fuck you again almost instantly.

perhaps he's driven by a bit of greed as well, but he can't get enough of you, so can you truly blame him? 😏

[twistmusings]

How did they disappoint someone today?

TW: Mild mentions of shaming (Riddle's mom), otherwise lighthearted and silly.

Riddle Rosehearts

Being the family disappointment. Again.

Ace Trappola

Breaking an expensive vase on accident and then responding by singing the Ouran High School Host Club theme.

Deuce Spade

Forgetting to call his mom. Mama Spade wasn't disappointed, but his friends were because they love butting into conversations with Mama Spade.

Trey Clover

Himself for preparing a delicious lunch for himself and forgetting it on the counter before he left.

Cater Diamond

Accidentally texted his sister a nihilistic meme he meant to send to Trey, and now his mom wants him to go to therapy.

Leona Kingscholar

Took a nap in a spare closet in alchemy class because he was in a bad mood and wanted to be left alone. Crewel found him.

Ruggie Bucchi

Stealing pens from work.

Jack Howl

His siblings miss him and he doesn't get to visit enough.

Azul Ashengrotto

His mother shipped him a care package full of food that she didn't realize it needed refrigeration on land and now the school post smells like old fish.

Jade Leech

Pondering too loudly about whether Azul being a cephalopod merman and having eight tentacles means he has seven crotches or not.

Floyd Leech

Yelling "Gyatt" every time Azul turned around.

Kalim Al-Asim

He let his inside voices outside for once and said a swear word, shocking everyone and earning himself a lecture.

Jamil Viper

Refused to comfort Kalim because "even if you said 'shit' accidentally, no he will not be giving you a feel-better hug, thank you.

Vil Schoenhit

Informed someone that no, just because it's Wednesday, he will not be wearing pink.

Rook Hunt

He fell off his broom while waxing poetic about the view and survived. Leona didn't care for that.

Epel Felmier

He purchased a package of snack cakes and distributed them to the freshmen in Pomefiore while shouting "Vive la révolution!". Vil was not happy about it, but Rook appreciated that his french lesson took at least.

Idia Shroud

Tricked someone into googling the term Hucow over the internet.

Ortho Shroud

Downloaded Bonzi Buddy onto Idia's computer because 'Idia needed a friend'.

Malleus Draconia

Asked Idia what a "glizzy" was.

Sebek Zigvolt

He tripped himself down the stairs and screamed so loudly that every classroom in the vicinity was convinced that some kind of emergency alarm was going off. He vehemently denies this happened. No one is convinced.

Silver

He fell asleep while riding his horse and was bucked off into a bramble. He didn't even wake up.

Lilia Vanrouge

He used his free period to make everyone in the dorm lunch trying to be thoughtful. The Diasomnia restrooms will never be the same.

[catmansquad]

Comfort (P2)

Right, let's continue this romantic trainwreck, and the story too. Incubus!Miguel x M!Reader

You had tried to convince Miguel that he should sleep on the sofa, the Incubus had insisted he would be better off sleeping in bed beside you. You had eventually reached a compromise where you had inevitably kicked him out of bed and he had curled up to sleep on the floor.

When you woke, you sat up with a sharp yawn and blinked hazily. Strange dreams… Miguel O’Hara, the Incubus… Trying to get into bed with you. It was probably- definitely- time to lay off the comics before bed. You swung your legs over the side and pushed yourself up from the bed. One foot found soft carpet, the other stepped on something else- ‘Ay, coño!!’ You fell back onto the bed in shock, as the figure sleeping beside your bed leapt up like he had been burned. Tall, dark, and very handsome, hair mussed and wild, clawed hands curling protectively around the spaded tip. ‘That’s my tail you’re stepping on!’ The Incubus hissed at you, his sharp teeth gritted and eyes narrowed. After a few seconds of a lingering glare, you found your voice again. ‘Y… You’re real… You’re not a dream, you’re really… real.’ ‘Well.. Yeah. Of course I’m real…’ Those red eyes glance away, fingers running across the head of his tail before letting it go to slither back behind him. ‘But… How do I know that you’re not a dream?’ ‘W-what?’ His gaze flicked back to you, blowing a soft kiss, his eyes smouldering. ‘…’cause you look like a dream come true.’ ‘Oh my god…’ You groaned at his awful flirtation. ‘You’ve literally just woken up, after I accidentally stepped on your tail, and you’re flirting with me…’ The Incubus rested with hands on hips, smirking confidently with his tail swaying behind him. Moments passed in silence, then you watched his tail droop. ‘…Not going to give one back? Aww…’ He sighed in irritation before stretching with a low groan, muscles popping, the shadows swirled and dark leathery wings sprouted from his back, stretching out into a huge span that nearly reached from one end of your bedroom to the other. ‘Mm, any thoughts?’ His eyes were half-lidded, gaze lost in your own. You knew you had been staring, and you knew that Miguel knew you’d been staring from his little smirk and how his tail was swaying again. ‘I… I’m thinking I need to get up now, have breakfast… and freak out about this properly when I’m awake. Also, you’re very fit- but please say you can put on some clothes?’ The Incubus hummed, folding his arms as he wrapped his wings across himself, modesty, for your sake alone. ‘Sorry, is… this awesome physique distressing you?’ He clicked his tongue as he winked again. ‘Yeah… Sure, I’ll get dressed in a bit- mind if I use your shower…?’ You nodded, waiting for the inevitable. It didn’t take long. ‘… Do you want to shower toge-?‘ ‘No.’

The Incubus was very real. He was in your shower, and over the spray of water, you could hear him singing in Spanish, that deep voice carrying clear across your home. His singing voice was as enchanting as the rest of him, and you nearly let your toast burn from how distracted you were. You were halfway through chewing on one slice of golden-brown before he emerged from the bathroom, steam trailing out, a towel wrapped around his sinfully tight waist, the tip of his tail poking out from the very bottom. ‘A towel is not clothing.’ You noted. ‘I’ll get dressed in just a moment… Don’t mind me…’ Your cry came as he snatched the other slice of toast from your plate and sauntered back into the bedroom. ‘My toast, you…. You horny- horned bastard!’ He winked back over his broad shoulder, toast between his teeth and eyes glinting with mirth and joy. Another short visit to the toaster and another slice of golden-brown toast on your plate. You guarded it jealously, curled up on the sofa as the other seat sunk beside you. ‘Hey, is that mine, too…?’ ‘No, it’s mine, as was the other- Oh for fu…’ You broke down into an exasperated sigh as you looked beside you. The Incubus had indeed changed into proper clothing and was now dressed in the skintight red and deep blue of a familiar Day of the Dead outfit that been repurposed into a makeshift Superhero suit. He was dressed like he had stepped straight out of your favourite comic books. ‘Seriously? You put that on? Why are you dressed like Spider-Miguel?!’ ‘Well, you weren’t complaining the other night when I held you in my arms, when I let you feel up my muscles, and nearly let you have the ride of your life…’ The slits on the mask narrowed, smugness thick in his tone for how easily he made you blush. ‘T-that was different. I was asleep! I- I had the mind of a drunkard- no, Miguel!’ You slapped his hand away as you found it reaching for the toast on your plate and heard the soft, almost needy whine that escaped him. ‘Please wear something else. Please…’ ‘You think about him, a lot. This… Other Miguel. He causes such a little flutter in your heart… Longing?’ You turned your gaze from him, eyes searching the room for something- anything else that you could distract yourself long enough to fight the urge to blush in embarrassment at the truth of his words. It would probably do no good in the end, the Incubus could read your emotions, maybe even your mind. ‘I-I just like the character. S-Stop reading my mind!’ You snatched the toast from the plate and begin to noisily chew on it to distract yourself and nearly bit the inside of your cheek for the effort. ‘Woah, woah! I… Don’t read minds! That’s a real invasion of privacy. I sense emotions, desires, and the tiny little shifts in energy you don’t even notice. The rest is just a clever amount of connecting the dots- and I’m really clever.’ He huffed softly, shaking his head. ‘Gabri always says I sound like I read minds…’ You nearly choked on your toast at his admittance, gaze snapping back to him as a huge hand patted your back reassuringly. ‘You alright?’ ‘G-Gabri?!’ ‘Yeah. My little brother- why are you looking at me like that?’ One had reached up and pulled the mask from his face, it dissolved away into glittering light in his fingers, his expression beneath was one of confusion. You stared at him in silence for a time, watching one of his eyebrows raise in question. ‘A-as in Gabriel?! Y-your little brother, Gabriel?’ ‘Wait… You’ve met him before? Gabri never mentioned you!’ You felt an awkward feeling knot itself into your gut; that either the Incubus was playing a very convincing role, or it was time for you to get the comic books out.

You bundled the comic books in your arms and nearly dropped them as you turned back to your living room, finding Miguel in the doorway, the upper half of the suit hanging down around his waist as he gripped the top of the doorframe, muscular upper body on display. His red eyes lowered half-lidded as he hummed thoughtfully, drinking you in. ‘… Well… Back in the bedroom again…? You can put the comics down, and just lay down on the bed. Let your Superhero give you a massage to unwind all the tension in you… I’ll have you know I’m a professional masseuse. These hands work miracles, cariño…’   His tone left you blushing again, you fully believed that he would uphold every single word he was saying, if only you would listen. ‘Or… Y’know… I can fix this suit up and pick you up and throw you onto the bed. Pin you there and leave you grinding against me in desperation for contact, knowing you’ll never be able to escape these mighty muscles…’ His eyebrows wiggled, a salacious grin on his face as his tongue ran slowly across his teeth. ‘The possibilities are endless…’ ‘Can you… Please, just stop being an unrepentant hornball for five minutes while I show you these?’ At your words, Miguel’s grin vanished like a lightbulb had broken, his entire demeanour slumped, his tail drooped and his hands fell back to clap against his sides. He was still frowning as he stepped aside to allow you back out, and trailed after you like a lost puppy. When he sat down beside you, he had discarded the Spider-man suit in favour of plain grey leggings and a white hoodie that was slightly too large even for his massive physique. ‘Alright, pretty Spider-Man comics. What’s the deal with them, me ,and Gabri?’ You placed them down softly on the coffee table, eyes narrowing at the sight of the plate with scattered crumbs, where once your half-eaten toast had rested. You were going to slap him if he kept stealing your food.

You had run through the entirety of Miguel-the-character’s story, paying close attention to Miguel-the-Incubus’ reactions, watching his eyes widen. His gaze now flitted between the last open comic and your face. You laughed nervously, scratching the back of your neck. ‘So… Uh, this is the part where you break character, right…? Where we have a laugh and you… Um.. I-I dunno…’ ‘I’m not acting. I’m not Miguel O’Hara, but I am Miguel. Does that make sense? I have a younger brother, Gabriel, and a strained relationship with my parents. I’m not a half-human-spider hybrid, but I’m an Incubus, a being of passion; I manipulate and feed on sexual energy, and I enjoy watching men and women- mostly men- squirming in the throes of bliss as I make their fantasies come true…’ Miguel’s solemn, gentle expression broke into a joyful grin. ‘Great to know you think so highly of me! I can be your hero, if you let me…’ ‘Please, don’t sing.’ ‘I- Uh… Wasn’t going to… Ahem…’ He looked away, nervously clearing his throat as his tail curled around his waist. You shifted in your seat, glancing at the stack of comics. ‘So… A-are you half-Irish too? Do they… have Ireland where you’re from?’ ‘Half-Irish, huh? That’s up to you. How’d you like the sound of that, mo ghrá?’ You sat back in your seat, eyes wide, staring at him with that silly grin plastered across his face. He had just flawlessly shifted his voice into a smooth, Irish baritone that had made an uncomfortably hot knot curl in your gut. Miguel could probably make any accent sound sexy. ‘U-uh..’ I’ll take an “Uh”. Works for me!’ Miguel slipped back into his usual voice, chuckling softly. ‘Man… Gabri’s gonna freak when I tell him about all this! So… Are you going to laze about all day like that, or are you waiting for me to join you in the shower…? We could wash each other’s back…’ You closed your eyes softly, letting your head hang as you sighed. True to your demand, he had lasted longer than five minutes without dropping so much as a flirtatious comment. Your brain chose that particular moment to remind you of a more pressing matter. ‘Ah, shit… I said I’d host a dinner-party for my friends later- you can’t be-…’ Despite standing up, your panic was cut straight through by the pitiable look Miguel was giving you, his frown was back, his eyes were wide and sparkling with unshed tears. ‘You… You can’t…. Be here… You- Fuck, stop looking at me like that..’ ‘…. Please? Just say I’m your boyfriend.’ His voice was soft, tiny, quietly pleading.’ ‘I… I can-‘ The little whimper that escaped him nearly broke your heart in two. ‘… Fuck! Alright! Fine! B-but you need to keep it in your pants- a-and you can’t be looking like that. Can you make yourself look, less… uh…’ ‘Wow. Yeah, just straight out with the racism.’ His tone was dry, sarcastic, chuckling softly after as he clapped hands on his knees and rose, all trace of his earlier sad fragility gone. ‘Close your eyes, cariño, I don’t like getting changed when someone’s watching.’ You did as ordered, letting your eyes drift shut for a few brief moments. A warm breath your neck, soft lips placing a gentle, tender kiss on your cheek that left you blushing once again. ‘You can open your eyes now…’ You blinked, your gaze returning to the handsome figure before you; gone were the horns, the tail, and the long, sharp nails. His once wild hair had been tamed, and his now brown eyes glinted with mirth. He seemed to even be slightly taller and broader than before, hooking warm fingers under your chin, tipping your head back before his lips ghosted across your own. Almost a kiss. Almost. ‘What do you think…? Boyfriend material…?’ He purred, smooth as spider-silk.

(Reader isn't wrong, Miguel is putting up a front. Beneath all the flirting and confidence, he's a spluttering, bumbling nervous wreck who just really wants someone to be kind and love him)

[violetduchess]

[Escape is Futile]

Summary: 3 times you tried to escape and failed

Characters: Wally Darling x reader

CW: typical yandere behavior, some horror elements.

1.

You sat across from Wally, a deck of cards between you. You had challenged him to a game of spades, and had promised to let you go if you won.

Wally had agreed, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Very well, silly human," he said, shuffling the deck. "Let's see if you have what it takes to beat me."

At first, it seemed like you were winning. You were playing your cards strategically, and had managed to accumulate a small lead. You could feel your heart racing with anticipation, knowing that your freedom was within your grasp.

But as the game progressed, Wally started to make his move. He played his cards with a subtle skill, slowly chipping away at your lead. You could feel the tide turning, and a sense of dread started to wash over you.

Wally noticed the change in your expression and chuckled. "Don't worry, neighbor," he said. "I'm just getting warmed up."

You tried to stay focused, but it was too late. Wally had outplayed you, leaving you with a crushing defeat. You felt a pang of disappointment and despair as you realized that you weren't going to be able to escape.

Wally stood up from the table, a smug look on his face. "Better luck next time, little human," he said, making his way towards the door. "You know the way back to your room."

You watched him leave, feeling defeated and alone. You knew you had been foolish to think you could outsmart Wally, but the glimmer of hope had been too tempting to resist. Now, you were back where you started, trapped in Wally's house with no way out.

As you made your way back to your room, you couldn't help but wonder what Wally had in store for you. You had seen glimpses of his true nature, and you knew he was capable of great cruelty. You could only hope that you would find a way to escape before it was too late.

2.

You had been trapped in Wally's sentient house, Home, for days. You had tried everything to escape, but Wally was always one step ahead of you. You felt like you were losing your mind, with the only company being a puppet and a 'talking' house.

One day, Wally surprised you by offering to take you on a walk outside. You were hesitant, but the idea of getting out of the house was too tempting to resist.

As you walked through the nearby forest, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe this was your chance to escape. You waited until Wally turned his back, pretending to admire a nearby tree, before darting off into the woods.

You ran as fast as you could, your heart pounding in your chest. But as you looked back, you realized you had no idea where you were going. The trees all looked the same, and you couldn't hear Wally's footsteps behind you.

Panic set in as you realized you were lost. You had never been in the woods before, and you didn't know how to find your way back to Wally's house.

Just as you were about to give up, you heard Wally's voice calling out to you. "Silly silly, where are you? Ha ha ha."

Relief flooded through you as you saw Wally emerging from the trees. But as he got closer, you realized he didn't look happy.

"You shouldn't have run off like that," he scolded, his soft face scowling. "It's dangerous out here. You could have gotten hurt."

You nodded, feeling guilty for putting yourself in danger. "I'm sorry," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wally sighed, his expression softening slightly. "Come on, little human. Let's get you back to Home."

As you made your way back to the house, you couldn't help but wonder what Wally had in store for you. You knew you had made a mistake by trying to escape, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was coming.

For now, though, you had no choice but to go along with Wally's plan. You could only hope that you would find a way to escape before it was too late.

3.

You had been trapped in Wally's house for what felt like years. You had tried everything you could think of to escape, but the sentient house, Home, seemed determined to keep you inside.

Feeling desperate and alone, you decided to try calling for help. (You knew it was very risky) You grabbed the red phone from the center table and quickly dialed the number for Howdy, the store manager at the local market.

As the phone rang, you felt a small glimmer of hope. Maybe Howdy could send someone to rescue you, or at least give you some advice on how to escape.

But before Howdy could answer, you felt a sharp tug on the phone. You looked up to see Wally standing over you, holding the phone cord in his felt hand.

"What do you think you're doing, neighbor?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his hooded eyes.

You tried to pull the phone away, but Wally's grip was surprisingly strong. You realized with a sinking feeling that there was no way you could overpower the puppet.

"I'm trying to call for help," you said, your voice trembling. "Please, Wally, let me go. I won't tell anyone what happened here."

Wally chuckled, his head tilting to one side. "Oh, sill silly, you think it's that simple? You think you can just call for help and everything will be alright?"

You shook your head, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You didn't know what Wally was planning, but you knew it couldn't be good.

"You don't understand," you said, your voice shaking. "I need to get out of here. Please, just let me go."

Wally sighed, as if considering your words. Then, he slowly handed you back the phone.

"Fine," he said, his voice low and ominous. "You can call your precious Howdy. But remember, neighbor, you are trapped here. And there is no escaping my Home."

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and fear wash over you. You quickly dialed Howdy's number again, hoping he would answer this time.

As you waited for the call to connect, you couldn't help but wonder what Wally was planning. You knew you had to be careful, or else you might never make it out of Home alive.

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i omor 💀

Ok OMORI au time!! It doesn’t actually have a name yet lmao (OMORI spoilers obv, also gets really dark so if you don’t like self-mutilation kinda stuff don’t read pls :3)

Basically, instead of just Basil witnessing the accident, Kel and Aubrey do too. They want to call someone of course, but Basil panics and says that then the police will take Sunny away and then they’ll never see Mari or him ever again. (Keep in mind the squad is 12, they don’t exactly have the clearest idea of how the emergency services and stuff work.) So then Basil eventually comes up with the idea to frame the death as a suicide, but Aubrey speaks up and says that it won’t work because nobody would be fooled. Kel and Sunny don’t say anything really, Sunny is already disconnecting himself from everything and Kel is just staring at the body, unblinking.

 Aub and Basil come up with the idea to bury her instead, and so they all carry Maris body out to the forest and Basil gets his grandma’s gardening spade. A big thing about this au is that the recital was going to happen in winter (it was super snowy and the ground was really tough with ice) so the spade breaks before the hole could be big enough, and they eventually have to use the spade to chop Mari up a bit so they could throw all of her limbs into the hole. They do this by putting her on the picnic blankie so no blood gets in the snow. So they wrap her up in the blanket and put her in the hole, and fill it up halfway. 

I have this hc that the reason Basil thought to hang Mari was because he was really into these crime books at the time, so in the au he read in one of them about a killer who buried a dead animal on top of a human grave so any police dogs which smelled the body would lead people to dig up the dead animal and leave the human alone. So Aubrey, who’s been sobbing into Kel’s shoulder, hears this and remembers that one of her rabbit friends (other headcanon that Aubrey talks to wild bunnies a lot) had died recently, so they put it in the shallower hole above Mari and filled it all in. Hero never got involved, and the kids just said Mari went missing.

In the au, Headspace is all snowy, and all of the characters are black and white and wear clothes for cold weather except for Basil, Aubrey, and Kel. They wear their normal headspace clothes, and are their favourite colour. (This is because of Stranger ‘painting’ them one by one trying to make Sunny realise there’s something off about them and remember the truth, and the au has lots of Stranger paintbrush imagery. [Stranger’s purple.]) But HS Basil doesn’t have a mouth (he came up with most of the coverup ideas), HS Aubrey doesn’t have ears (she had to hear everything) and HS Kel doesn’t have eyes (all he did was stare). Also, Omori’s name is December because the calendar on the wall of Mari’s piano room was on December for months in preparation of the recital (which, yeah, was in December) so Sunny had to look at it like every day. Hero and Mari go on adventures with December, and the other three stay behind (near the end I imagine the three kids would be enemies themselves). One of the items December gets is a purple ‘hand-knitted scarf’ that Mari made for him because of the cold weather, otherwise he looks like normal.

In Faraway Town, Sunny is pretty much the same as in canon (Sunny and Omori/December don’t change much here lol). The other trio went a bit crazy though, understandably. The hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil theme is in play here as well, but a lot more messed up than in Headspace.

Basil stays away from everyone and always wears a face mask, never talking to anyone and spending all of his time painting in isolated places in the park and around town (it turns out that he sewed his mouth shut, not sure how nobody noticed that).

Kel starts wearing his hair in a fringe covering his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at the people he knows he’s lying to about Mari, and Aubrey starts hearing things and eventually stabs herself in both ears before cutting them off, deafening her. She also tries to commit suicide by slitting her wrists, but Kel saves her. She is sent to a mental hospital so they can keep an eye on her, and never really meets the Hooligans so she doesn’t have any escape for her anger, kind of just letting it simmer and isolating herself. Kel, feeling really lonely and starting to lose it too, stabs his eyes out so he can go join Aubrey. 

After a few years, Kel and Aubrey escape and just go off on an adventure together. They are really close in this au (I ship kelbrey, cactiflower, suntan, sunflower, sunburn, and swordflower, but in this the only ships that would really work are kelbrey and sunflower. I’m not going to add sunflower because December dislikes stranger a lot more here as Stranger is actively ‘ruining’ December’s friends [they were black and white like everyone else before Stranger painted them] so that dislike seeps into how Sunny subconsciously feels about Basil), and Kel is the only person Aubrey feels like she can let her emotions out with. Kel feels the same, putting up a cheerful front around everyone else. They do property damage together.

Hero doesn’t change much? He didn’t snap at Kel, but was extremely upset obviously when Kel y’know. Blinded himself (not at Kel ofc he just wants the best for his little bro). But other than that added trauma he’s doing pretty well

There should be more probably about the truth coming out or the different routes and stuff but without Kel and Aubrey I’m not really sure where to go so- that’s all I have so far, ik the squad is quite out of character but I have been thinking about this au nonstop for WEEKS now so I had to write it down somewhere 😭

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Hand in marriage right now- THAT WAS AMAZING! Honestly I loved it so much, making me go giggle and kicking my feet ugh 😭, do you think there will be a possibility that there will be a part 2?

Love your works so much <3

ok so i obviously left a lot of room there for more, SO FINE here's another part (and if you want more, you're gonna have to let me know because i think i might be able to pull 5 parts out of this if i tried really hard) enjoy! (also pls know that i still feel weird writing wesley) (i have only ever seen pics of him) (thats all) (rewritten 19 nov 2023) Wordcount: 2.2K

Inevitable Sparks

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

Oh, how the tables had turned.

Where before Wesley was always made to shut up about you, now it was Wesley who had to tell Joe that not everything he'd tell him involved or surrounded you.

"I'm actually not feeling great, I think the sushi I had last night was–" "Did you go for sushi with her?" Joe interrupted. "No..." Wesley narrowed his eyes at Joe. "I went with my dad." "Oh... yea, of course. Do you happen to know– like, does she like sushi?"

Wesley rolled his eyes at his friend who apparently, when it came to you, operated like he was in primary school still.

From a very specific angle, it was cute.

From all the other ways to look at it, it was mostly annoying and frankly a little pathetic, Wesley thought.

You and Joe had only met the one time at your flat, and you'd talked for a little while before you'd mingled with your other friends and had left Joe to join Wesley on the balcony from where he could just stare at you through the window.

You had seen Joe stare. You'd definitely noticed. But you'd also done your very best to pretend you hadn't been aware of it at all.

And Wesley had, to his dismay, seen all of it from up close and concluded that you were both terrible at this.

"I don't know, man. Ask her yourself." Wesley said, hoping to not become the middle man for the two of you, but entirely aware that, he probably already was.

"I would, if you gave me her number..." Joe tried, eyebrows high up on his face, giving his friend questioning eyes.

Wesley laughed, sat up and tried to imitate his friend's face as best he could. "Can you pass her this note to see if she like likes me?"

It was a dig at Joe, but it made him laugh heartily anyway.

"She's taking me to an exhibition tomorrow," Wesley then revealed. "You could book yourself a ticket and tag along, if you want," he shrugged, knowing you wouldn't mind it.

You'd more than not mind it, actually. Wesley was getting this bullshit from both sides.

"No, come on," Joe waved a hand at Wesley, frowning. "I wouldn't want to intrud– what time you guys heading over?" Joe cut in on himself as he'd whipped his phone out to check his schedule, making Wesley shake his head at him.

Joe was an idiot.

Meeting Wesley outside Kensington High Street station, he had let you know he was bringing a surprise, and you'd expected maybe a crunchie bar, or a hot cup of coffee.

You choked on your own spit when you saw him emerge from the station with Joe by his side.

"Joe loves the Design Museum," Wesley said when in your earshot, obviously sarcastic, but all three of you were smiling.

You were all entirely too aware of the situation at hand, but none of you called a spade a spade and just let the truth float in the air in between you.

"Yea? You into ASMR, Joe?" you asked, challenging him slightly.

Joe blinked his eyes and searched for the right words, the noises coming from his mouth a stumbling mess of various vowels.

Obviously, he had no idea what he was in for.

"We'll see, won't we?" Joe eventually replied, and you saw Wesley behind him with a furrowed brow and one corner of his mouth pulled out, shaking his head, and it made you giggle.

And Wesley had been right.

Joe hated every second of the Weird Sensation Feels Good exhibition; an immersive experience where you got to both experience and create ASMR-type visuals and audios.

You lived for this kind of stuff, and had paid for Wesley's ticket after being unable to talk him into tagging along without you getting it for him.

When you'd entered, you'd distanced yourself a little from the boys and wandered from padded space to padded space, soaking up information, learning about how brains worked, what triggers there were and eventually, you sat down at a table that held microphones, headphones and an array of brushes to use.

When you sat down and placed the clunky headphones over your ears, you saw Wesley and Joe wander in.

Wesley immediately gravitated towards an installation of hanging bags holding different substances to squish and grab, all of them meant to be satisfying.

Joe, on the other hand, saw the chair opposite you was empty, and made his way over to sit down.

"Hi," you said softly, smiling, unaware of the volume of your voice since you weren't able to hear yourself.

Joe just smiled and reached for the other pair of headphones to put on.

In front of you were two microphones, and you used a finger to tap at one. You heard nothing, but saw Joe flinch at the sound and it made you chuckle softly.

As playful payback, Joe did the same to the other, tapping it harder than you did, making you laugh louder as the noise of it consumed everything.

You were the first to take a brush, and you swiped it over your own microphone first before moving it to brush at his. Joe ducked his head into his shoulders at the sound and frowned deeply; his whole body cringed and he was quick to push your hand away from his mic.

"Is that meant to relax me?" Joe's angered confusion made you laugh.

You gave it another try, enjoying how strongly Joe reacted to it.

"That's infuriating," he concluded, but took hold of a brush himself, giving it another try at his own microphone, looking at it with disgust painting his features.

"Hate that. Hate it, hate it."

Joe had to take the headphones off.

You were well aware you were in a museum that was meant to solely relax people, but there were giggles stuck in your throat that you couldn't keep in. A blush creeping up your neck towards the apples of your cheeks that you couldn't stop.

Then Joe moved to your microphone, and you were immediately triggered.

Triggered the nice way.

The noise of the soft bristles against the mic sent tingles from your scalp, all the way down your spine, and for some reason, they ended at the backs of your thighs.

Fuck.

That was nice.

Too nice.

It was relaxing, but it was awkward, because this was Joe's doing and he was looking at you, intrigued at the effect it had.

"Is that working?" you could see the smile tugging at his cheeks, and you gave an embarrassed nod.

"Is it actually?" Joe's open-mouthed smile grew.

It was far too intimate a moment for the two of you to be having, Joe holding power over bodily responses you had like that in a public setting with Wesley in the room?

Not okay.

You looked over at Wesley who was then stood at a different headphone station and found him practically drooling as he was listening to something with his eyes closed.

"I think Wesley's too into this," you said as you removed your headphones and pointed, making Joe turn in his seat and suppress a laugh.

"That's... that's not right. Entirely inappropriate. Wesley, mate! Get a room, just for yourself,"

You noticed how every single thing Joe said made you blush and giggle, and you silently scolded yourself for it.

Get yourself together, woman.

You weren't 12 and not everything Joe said was funny.

Be an adult.

A grown up.

Behave.

You were lucky, because Joe hadn't even noticed in the slightest that your ears were glowing.

Oh, he'd noticed the giggles, but he had also been out to get them from you, so it didn't feel overdone.

He also didn't have time to think about what you were thinking, because every time he got close enough to talk to you, his mind ran at a million miles per hour to figure out how to work your phone number into the conversation.

What subtle comment or question could fall from his lips that would have you reach over for his phone to put your number in?

Add to that the fact that this museum held a lot of headphone-wearing and not a lot of room chitchat.

So instead, he settled for enjoying the view of you, for now.

A little while later, you had outstretched yourself on a grey fuzzy art piece that was meant to look like the inside of a brain next to Wesley, both in headphones, looking at a screen.

You were relaxed.

This exhibition was definitely living up to the name of it; it was all weird sensations, and it all felt good.

From across the room, Joe looked at the two of you, and he stared long enough for Wesley to eventually feel his friend's eyes on him.

Wesley furrowed his brow at Joe when they made eye contact, and a silent nonverbal conversation ensued.

He gave his chin a tiny nod upwards, asking Joe what he wanted from him. Joe copied his friend's frown, and nodded his head to the side, meaning for Wesley to move away from you. To make space for Joe.

Wesley looked at you for a second, and you seemed completely enthralled by what you were experiencing.

He decided that Joe wasn't allowed to disturb you.

You hadn't taken Wesley to this exhibition just so Joe could flirt with you, and in that moment, he felt protective over you the way he'd feel protective over a younger sister.

Wesley looked back at Joe and gave his head a tiny shake. It made Joe drop his head and groan in defeat.

Maybe you could go for a coffee after.

Or if he was lucky, a pint or two.

Joe could maybe get your phone number then.

Except he didn't, because the more he thought about it, the more he let his nerves grow until they formed a giant mountain Joe couldn't compete against.

Even when two people got up in a packed tube and you and Joe were quick to snag the seats, Joe still didn't muster up enough courage to casually ask for it.

And so when you had to part ways because you had to change for another line to make your way home, it was a quick simple 'see you later' for Joe, and the quickest of quick hugs for Wesley before you stepped off the train.

Wesley plopped down next to Joe and slapped him hard on the knee.

"Great job mate, glad you got her number," Wesley joked as Joe looked out the window behind him, giving you a small wave as the tube took off and he got a last glimpse of you walking down the platform.

"Just– could you please just give it to me?" Joe pleaded as he turned back to his friend, making Wesley laugh loudly.

"Absolutely not. I've introduced the two of you to each other. I've done my part."

However, what Wesley hadn't anticipated, is that you also needed Wesley's help.

The second you had service on your phone, you couldn't help but text him.

"saw you take a pic of us, i need it", quickly followed by, "for scientific purposes obvs".

The second Wesley had service on his phone, he read your message but waited until he was away from Joe to reply.

Wesley had, in fact, snuck a picture of you sat together on the tube. It was slightly blurry, and you'd both been looking up to check the tube map across from you - unnecessarily so, you both knew where you were going and where you needed to get off.

When Wesley sent the pic, you followed it up with, "give me his number", and Wesley let out the loudest most annoyed sigh he could pull from his lungs.

You were both useless.

He took a minute to think it over. He'd been so adamant he wasn't going to give Joe your number that it almost felt wrong to just hand you his. At the same time, he'd had enough of Joe's pestering and didn't need your harassment added into the mix. So, he thought of something to put all three of you out of misery.

You were zooming in on the blurry photo of you and Joe on the tube, thinking what a terrible photographer Wesley was, but how good the two of you looked together, when suddenly you got a notification.

You'd been added to a group chat called "two halfwits make a whole" and, curiously, the image of it was the one you'd just been staring at.

"What the..."

You opened the group chat and were met with an empty chat screen, Wesley's name and an unknown number at the top.

Joe.

Then a message from Wesley popped up.

"Here you go, idiots"

Followed swiftly by the notice, "Wesley left".

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