#Four-Fold Blessings

[sukunas-wife]

Being Sukuna’s Pregnant Wife and being worshipped as a diety because you were able to conceive the four armed hulking cursed child, you must have the blessing of fertility

Having a shrine erected in your name because barren women believed you’d bless them with fertility despite your legacy starting with the child of the curse that torments them all

Telling your hand maids “Don’t bring me my clothes, bring me one of the kings robes.” The hand maids flinching and wanting to protest out of fear of taking the King of Curses robes

The poor naive young hand maid that had grown a crush on the king excitedly rushing if it meant she could enter the private bed chambers,

Scoffing with a malicious smile to your loyal maids when they shook their heads with Sympathy, they learned long before at such a request it would be foolish to go alone, at least 2 or 3 of them would need to go in your name, preferably the ones your husband recognized to be by your side the longest. But you didn’t like this new girl, she was too enthusiastic to work at the palace only to have a complete change in character when she learned she was assigned to work for you

“It’ll serve that poor girl right” you looked away from the door when your loyal hand maids brought out a wooden box with one of Sukuna’s folded Kimono’s they helped you dress your swollen belly accentuated by the belt the kimono tailored to fit your husband left you with extra space and length, it was far more comfortable then the Kimono’s and robes you were, the lingering smell of your husband with comforting as your rubbed your belly hands barely peeking from the massive sleeves

“Let’s go see my husband.” Was all you said as you started your walk, the maids followed close as you made it to the bed chambers, the door was open, you looked in, Sukuna sneering down at the girl laying in a pool of blood, Uraume was making quick work of the mess

Sukuna’s snapped to you and his arm’s opening in an unusual display of affection, you walked around the mess to reach him, he pulled you into his left side, one hand on your waist the other making you face him, bring his right hand up he rested his hand on your stomach “Some of your maids need a lesson on how to speak to their king,” he looked away from your face to your stomach as he started to move his hands in circles “So swollen with my child, it’s no wonder you send your maids to steal my robes.”

You smack his shoulder with a playful smile and he chuckled “Don’t say it like that you make me feel bigger than i am.”

“Now,” he looked up at your face again, “why are you here.”

You tilted your head to the side, “I started contractions this morning, I’ve been in pain all day and I’m barely standing, my new maid wouldn’t stop speaking so highly of my husband accomplishing having a child when I was at my worst pain level getting ready to push out YOUR child that I HAD to carry. Anyhow I came to get you because he is ready to come.”

Sukuna stared down at you confused “How do you know it’s a boy?”

“I’m his mother,” he watched as you placed your hand over his stilling his rubbing of your stomach, “I knew he was a boy from the day your seed took.”

Sukuna smirked “Is that so? Then let’s see this boy.”

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After an hour of fighting the doctor tending to your birth you gave birth to your lively son, born screaming without needing stimulation to cry form the doctor. Your husband couldn’t help but laugh when he saw his child in his full glory, he was a boy indeed.

The help immediately gave you your son and you cooed at him when he took to your breast, your husband taking blankets from the maids and covered your son also covering you in the process as you struggled a bit to pass what came next. Your son a spitting image of his father, your breathy laugh caught Sukuna’s attention as he came back to your bed side stroking your hair and rubbing your stomach the way the help had been doing.

“What amuses you?” He watched his son slowly close his eyes as you coddled him closer.

“I’m the one who had to carry him for so long, and the ingrate took nothing from me.” You smiled and shook your head before looking up at Sukuna.

Soon the doctor left after clearing you of any possible issues and checking your son. “His name?” You looked at Sukuna and he sighed “Yuji”

The look of adoration in your eyes was something Sukuna would’ve wanted to capture forever if he could express the sentiment. However for now he’d settle for memorizing every detail of today. His wife birthing his first heir, the name she had chosen he permitted.

Maybe just maybe this world wasn’t so bad

#sukuna x you #sukuna ryomen #jjk anime #sukuna x reader #daddy sukuna

[stsgluver]

synopsis. your husband still ignores the side effects of his cursed technique just so he can get a glimpse of you.

wc. 1.2k

gojo satoru was born with six eyes — a special cursed technique that allowed for an extremely precise manipulation of cursed energy, down to an atomic level. it also blessed him with a beautiful pair of ocean blue eyes that were practically glowing. you’d never seen eyes so pretty.

the drawback to this gift? the skull-splitting migraines that came with the excessive information constantly being processed by his darting eyes.

as a child, the pain was manageable. gojo didn’t have much of a hold on the technique so his weaker state meant that the migraines were subdued as less information was being absorbed. however, as he grew older and more powerful, he would find himself bed ridden for at least twenty four hours if he did not take some sort of measure to protect his eyes.

his go to method was the sunglasses, almost 100% tinted — no other person would be able to clearly see out of them, if they could see anything at all. his sight, on the other hand, so impressive that he could distinguish people and the objects around them through the levels of cursed energy radiated.

still, accidents happened. whether it be him breaking his glasses, or forgetting them as young children do, he quickly learned the drawbacks to his technique. no normal medicine could relieve the pain and no sorcerer was strong enough to either.

gojo satoru met you at fifteen years old on his first day at tokyo jujutsu high. you wore a uniform similar to shoko's but your skirt was closer to the floor than it was to your thigh. your hair was longer than most female sorcerers and tied into a plait that hung against your back. in all honesty, you appeared quite plain to him. nothing particularly stood out. not even your cursed energy was particularly strong.

but you were gorgeous. completely and utterly gorgeous. his glasses slipped slightly down his nose as he analysed you from afar and it wasn't till a slap on the shoulder from geto that he snapped out of it.

within six months of knowing one another, the two of you were dating. you picked up on his habit to forgo his glasses around you pretty quickly and you definitely didn't miss the increasing amount of discomfort that would cause him.

"why do you do that?" you asked him one time.

the two of you were on a date in the park. a picnic blanket had been laid out and satoru had bought basically every single pastry and sweet at the bakery next to the park. you'd barely managed to make it through half till the both of you had given up and opted for cloud watching, giggling as he joked that one cloud in particularly looked very similar to nanami's 'emo' haircut.

satoru turned to his side to look at you questioningly, his head resting on his hand, "do what?"

"take off your glasses," you gestured to the folded pair of black glasses by his head. "i don't have to be a doctor to realise that you're in a lot of pain right now." the longer you lay there, the less satoru was actually looking up at the sky, instead just listening to you as you pointed out shapes and animals.

you knew the toll six eyes could take on his body.

he kept his eyes screwed shut when he wasn't looking at you to ease the the pain from the intense light that was too overpowering for his splitting headache. he winced when a kid screamed too loudly or ran too close and his fingers would push against the sides of his head frustratedly. as if he thought hard enough, the pain would just go away.

his lips tilted up into a lopsided grin, "but i see you."

you twisted so that your body was parallel to his. there was a faint blush on your cheeks now but you didn't look away from his eyes. how could you? "you always see me."

"not with those stupid glasses," satoru frowned, and you think it was the most serious you had seen him since you met. "seeing you and seeing your energy are two very different things."

"you're hurting yourself," you pointed out, placing one of your hands onto his cheek to gently stroke your thumb against his skin. his shoulders relaxed slightly and he leant into your touch like it was magic. like you were some drug that numbed the pain, replacing it with a special serotonin only you could give him.

"worth it." satoru kissed your palm.

that was his only response. worth it. and he stuck to it even a decade later.

"old habits die hard, i guess," satoru tried to laugh at his poorly made joke, but only a few shakey breaths came out. you'd been home thirty minutes and he'd already been sick twice. he'd curled himself up in your shared bed not long after the second time and that was where he was when you began scolding him for his carelessness.

"you are twenty eight," you rant exasperatedly, juxtaposing your voice that is no louder than a gentle whisper, "you have three first years to be looking after right now, but no, someone wanted to go out for dinner and someone didn't want to wear their glasses, and someone-"

satoru's much larger hand squeezed yours, "don't be cruel. i do this for you, my love." his blindfold was now on (you had made him put it on as soon as you had gotten home) but you know him well enough to know he was staring up at you with those lovesick eyes that made you weak at the knees.

"i just worry," your tone eased. you had no issue looking after your husband, you never had. it wasn't his fault that he got the migraines per se. yes, he could definitely be doing more to mitigate the severity, but he was stubborn. that had never changed. "i've seen you fight special grades. i hate seeing a stupid headache hurt you so much."

"lay with me."

"you're sweaty and sick." you scrunched up your nose, eyes flicking to the en suite you'd just cleaned and back to the cold flannel on his forehead as his body temperature fluctuated.

he shook his head, placing his index finger over his lips. "shhh, i'm passed that stage. pretty please? i need you."

gojo satoru was irresponsible at the best of times. he'd been raised to believe he was invincible and had been spoiled to always get what he had wanted. there was no telling him what to do when he'd already decided an hour ago exactly what he wanted to do.

but there was something about being needed by gojo satoru. you could never say no to him. so whether it be due to his own decision to stare into the eyes of his wife during a romantic night out, or an extensive fight against a cursed spirit, you would always be there to clean up and make sure he was wrapped up in bed all cosy.

and you would always lift up the covers and climb in once there was no more that you could do but simply act as a pillow for your husband as he tried to sleep off the throbbing pain.

a/n. um so my previous post on this topic blew up and i’m so so grateful so i thought i’d expand a little on this hc for anyone that was interested. rambled a bit towards the end but i hope you still like it!! love you lots xxx

#— toru!! #gojo drabbles #satoru #gojou satoru #gojou satoru x you #gojo headcannons #gojo fluff #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojo jjk #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #satoru drabbles

[dilftaroooo]

Not sure if your requests are closes right now sorry if they are-

But you should do Yuji fucking fem!reader or eating her out and Sukuna switching with him in the middle of it 😊

nonnie im so happy to breath the same air as u

★tags: aged up characters + afab reader + she/her pronouns + spanking + oral (f. receiving) + fingering + implied piv sex (very brief tho) + praising + sukuna bashing yuji smdh.

Your beloved boyfriend always manages to find himself emerging in the sloppy heat that rests between your thighs. Salmon fields adorned with restless digits splay across the top of his head as he licks and laps at you desperately. It's good pussy for the soul and he would hate if he would've missed this opportunity to have you sing out his name while you involuntarily send pressure to the sides of his head with your rigid thighs.

Your chest heaves and ho's at the heavy mass of passion with each inconsistent breath you take--jagged whenever Yuji coos at your hard clit, telling her how he's obsessed with her and her owner before giving her a light peck.

"I want you to fuck me already, Yu." You croak impatiently, wiggling your hips to emphasize your desires but Yuji gives you a quick slap to the side of your ass and squeezes it right after.

"Not now, baby. Let me enjoy what's in front of me first. Can I get that?" He watches you under the rise of your pelvis. His words are soft and whispered in a tone he always uses with you whenever he wants to feel you clench. Honey-glazed globes look at the feast upon him amorously. Your previously shaven hairs start to grow into stubble as it retrieves itself back to its original state; wet and coated with your juices. He buries his nose further.

A moan was a good enough answer for your boyfriend and he keeps doing what he was born to do. You continue to plead for him as he eats you out. "I'm right here, lovely. Not going anywhere." He'd respond with each fervid call.

His sucks at your cunt arouses you tenfold once you feel yourself coming to that edge at the tippy top of a mountain as gusty winds roughly kiss at the apples of your cheeks and the lids of your closed eyes. It's easy to tell you're close as Yuji hums into wet folds causing you to rattle.

"Oh fuck, Yuji. Keep going, sweet boy. 'M gonna come soon..."

Your nails cautiously dig into his scalp, not enough to hurt him severely, and your legs wrap around bulging muscle for support of your incoming orgasm. His body glistens under the light of the living room and blesses you with each defined section of muscle to pop under dark shadows.

But the devil is a conniving bastard for your reach to climax was interrupted when you flinch at the harsh bite gnaw at your clit, sending you to scurry backward away from the abrupt pain but strong arms keep your legs in place to force you into more torture. Looking down, you noticed Yuji's canines were sharper than usual. His skin was tainted in elongated markings, ones Yuji had never worn. His nails were painted in a deep violet and you think to yourself, 'Yuji couldn't have possibly put that on so fast,'.

"That sappy shit was starting to churn my stomach. How about you do that whenever I'm not possessing you? I already get nauseous knowing I'm living inside a fucking idiot." His voice was deeper too.

"Y-You're Sukuna, right? Yuji told me about you." You've never seen eyes glaringly red like his--four of them. They all watch you with a look of interest paired with a cunning smirk.

"That's right, dollface. Very good. Glad you know of me already, so we can skip the greetings." He resumes his host's previous ministrations but turns it up a notch by adding a finger or two to your drooling pussy. He teases a glossy, purple tip along the quivering hole before pushing in deep. As soon as he learns you can perfectly take one, he puts the second one in. A grin remains still on his face when hearing your moans crescendo.

"My, my. You're already soaking my fingers, dove. Guess that brat is doing something properly for once. Slobbering all over the couch, fuck, can't remember the last time I've seen pussy like this." His index and middle fingers dance across the gushy ridges in you, he moves them in ways Yuji knows you love and that feature shocks you.

He gorges on your clit and eats your pussy out like it's his last meal on earth before being sentenced to death. Saliva runs down the length of your labia, bubbles forming along the way by his boisterous lapping. Your hips can't resist gyrating against his face, ruby red remains settled on your helpless figure as you revisit that same high as before. You bathe his fingers with cum til they prune and you're too overstimulated to feel sorry.

The couch dips and you're instantly turned around on your stomach, facing the decorative pillow you believed matched the aesthetic of your living room.

"Hey, what're you-"

"You said you wanted to get fucked remember? Your cunt is still drooling cus she's hungry. Didn't give her enough." The smacks he gave your ass were harder than Yuji's and that just goes to show how rough this curse really is but you writhed nonetheless.

He was gonna fuck you good. You already figured much as hands grip around the fat at your hips and his cock carefully grinds into you.

#itadori x reader #itadori smut #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #nonnies!

[munsonsfairy]

I have an ideaaa

how about a Paige x fem!reader wedding/proposal fic or headcanon??

the idea of her draft fit as a wedding outfit omfg 🤭

🪞🏹🕯️🌿 MY PEACE • PAIGE BUECKERS

omg i love this idea!!! i did wedding headcanons if that’s okay!! <3

content: fem reader & no physical description of reader or their wedding outfit

౨ৎ the night before, you and paige spend it by cuddling into each other while sitting on the balcony that overlooks the city.

“my wife, my wife, mine,” she whispers against your neck after every kiss. “not for another day, babe,” you’ve been reminding her since she proposed.

౨ৎ it takes her 20 minutes to leave your townhouse that night. lots of goodbye kisses have already happened that it took kk & ice to drag her ass out.

“bye my beautiful gorgeous wife!” paige yells out the window as ice drives away. she doesn’t get into the car until you are out of her sight.

౨ৎ instead of reading your vows in front of your wedding guests, the both of you decided to do it before the ceremony. as you walked towards paige, you could see her wavy blonde hair with her front pieces in braids (as always). she was wearing an all white suit. you could tell she was nervous and excited by how much she was fidgeting.

“paige?” when she turned around her blue eyes already had tears in them. she looked at you in awe and almost fell to her knees. “we can’t cry we both have make up on,” you fan both of your both eyes trying to hold it all in.

she laid her head on yours and looked into your eyes. for a moment it felt like it was only the two of you in that garden. “we’re finally doing it. my wife,” you see a tear fall from her eye as she leans in to kiss you.

౨ৎ now the vows!!!!!! 🥹

paige reached into her pocket and took out a folded piece of paper. you could see her shaking, so you squeezed her hand to remind her it’s just you.

she smiled at you and took a deep breath, “ever since i could remember, i was always told, “you’ll know when they’re the one,” and i never understood that. i never felt complete until i saw you. when our eyes met, i knew after 3 seconds that you were the one. i’m blessed with the pleasure to know someone like you.” she looked up at you and saw you tearing up. “bro if you cry, i’ll cry,” she said laughing. “okay okay! no more crying.”

she took another shaky breath, “to be able to love and be loved by you. you are my sunrise and sunset filled with the most beautiful colors. you’re my peace with the world is too loud. your love is my turning page. you are the strongest person i know and i admire to be my best self everyday. i never doubted our love and will always consider myself lucky to love and learn from you. these past four years have been my favorite movie. i promise to love every single detail of you for the rest of my life.”

after you said your vows, paige was walking up to kiss you until you stopped her. “not until we say i do!” she looked at you with shock but kissed your knuckles on both hands. she leaned her forehead on yours once more. “see you at the alter,” then watched as you walked back to the venue’s house.

she didn’t want to take her eyes off of you. just wanted to stand there and admire you.

౨ৎ during the dance, you reserved chick-fil-a as a surprise for paige. she ran to you and grabbed your face to kiss you all over. her and kk were fighting over who was going to be the first to be served. spoiler alert: you got served first since they were too busy bickering. when you were eating your nuggets, paige noticed you had ranch on the corner of your mouth and kissed it off of you.

౨ৎ once your reception was over and almost all of your wedding guests have left, you and paige danced one last dance. your heels were long gone and paige was very tipsy. she held you so close to her chest that you could hear her heartbeat. you felt the breeze against your skin and closed

your eyes. paige was slowly guiding you in a circle while humming the song.

she kisses your head and said, “my wife.”

tagging: @urantisocialgay because i know you’ve been asking for this (:

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers headcannons #paige bueckers imagine #paige bueckers x fem!reader #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers fanfiction #uconn huskies #uconn wbb

[helluvapoison]

im on my hands and knees for some good velvette content- i want to SERVE her bro, i've been thinking of an idea where a reader (and if you'd like, maybe a bodyguard?? you've already drabbled w it eheeheh) helps her get out of something during a show, listening to her every word (even if you feign some reluctance) while helping her out of stockings and a rather fancy suit/dress that has much too many buttons for the next planned "activity" IDK THAT OR LITERALLY ANYTHING. ANYTHING W HER

Allow Me

Velvette x Reader

imagine helping velvette get comfortable after a shitty day

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

• As usual she’s on the phone when she comes in, wiggling her fingers at you in greeting while her eyes glare forward

• You watch her begin to loosen the silk scarf around her neck four times only to snap her hand away, gesturing wildly as she shouted at some unlucky soul on the other end of the call

• Having had enough, you pushed to your feet and strolled over to where Velvette stormed in a circle, using expressions like “diffusion line” or “conglomerate” that went over your head

• “Your head must be fucking buried in the ground for you to have missed that, Joanne! Last I checked you’re not an ostrich! Fucking fix it!”

• You got that one easily enough

• Her sneer faltered upon noticing you. She never liked to aim her fury in your direction but you willingly came into her line of sight, reaching out and undoing the knot around her neck

• Velvette’s eyes soften ever so slightly as you work silently. Her lips part but you’re denied whatever she was going to say. She whips her head to the side yelling, “The papers? Why the fuck I would I be asking you to fix a typo on paper!? We’re VoxTec! That’s digital, you half wit!”

• You fold the silk accessory and place it on her vanity, not wanting to try and decipher Vel’s intricate organization process (She tried explaining it to you once, you didn’t make it further than shoes)

• Returning before her, noting the way her brows jump in surprise, you slide a finger into the short sleeve of her coat. She immediately understands what you’re doing and slips her arm out, shifting the phone into that hand so you can take the coat off entirely

• She watches intensely, like you’re doing something wrong, as you hang her coat over a chair

• It makes you hesitate for the next part of your plan

• You take her hand and ease her onto the burgundy, chaise lounge couch. You kneel and start pulling loose the many laces on her knee high boots

• You’re too busy with your tedious mission that you miss the first smile Velvette wears today. You wouldn’t have guessed it either, what with how she keeps swearing at her assistant

• Bestowing the next boot the same treatment, you move on to peel away her socks. You slide her fuzzy (but not tacky) slippers out from under the couch and glide them on her feet

• Velvette’s eyes follow you as you walk away from her, masking her disappointment by pursing her lips

• She pats the side of the couch when you return with her favorite bedazzled cup, quietly ordering you to sit. Putting the call on mute, her legs swing over and drape over your own when you obey, “You didn’t take off my makeup.”

• Quirking a suspicious brow you shake your head, “You wouldn’t let me if I tried.”

• “No,” She sighs, “You’d mess it up.”

• “It’s coming off your face, how would I— Y’know you make it impossible to wanna help you.”

• “That’s because I don’t need help. Consider yourself lucky that I even let you.” Velvette takes a sip of the drink you prepared, blinking at you expectantly

• Throwing an arm around the couch you lean in closer than you ever had before, “I consider myself downright blessed to be in your presence.”

• Sarcasm oozed from your tone but it didn’t stop the need to block your view with her phone, tapping away as if unfazed. She’d literally die if you knew you made her blush

~

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ this was so much fun to do! i didn’t explicitly say cannibal!reader but i totally pictured them/ a bodyguard reader for this

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel headcanons #velvette headcanon #velvette imagine #velvette x reader

[lulublack90]

Prompt 31 - Insecure

@jegulus-microfic May 31, Word count 1101

Previous part First part

This is it, the final part. I hope you enjoy it. I'm just going to go cry that it's over. Love you all xxx

Sirius dropped down next to James and looked thoughtfully at his brother. 

“What is he? A, maine coon?” He tilted his head, trying to see all of Regulus. Remus leant over and traced the flickering star shape on Regulus’s chest and looked closer at the glowing eyes. 

“I swear I’ve read about a cat like this somewhere,” He screwed up his face as he tried to recall the information. 

Peter crashed through the trees and came to a stop beside them, his hands on his knees as he bent over and inhaled huge gulps of air. He looked over at Regulus in his cat form. 

“Oh, he’s cute,” He wheezed. Regulus hissed at him. “Sorry, regally handsome,” He corrected. Regulus let out a little huff. 

“I think he’s a Cat-Sìth.” Remus started, explaining, "They were these huge cats that lived in the highlands. They used to go and mess about with the muggle farmers, so the wizards in the area told the locals to leave out milk for them on Samhain so they'd bless them, or they’d dry up all their cow’s milk. There was also something about the muggles believing that the cats were really witches that could transform into a cat. And there was something about them stealing souls. But everything I read said that they were all black cats apart from a white patch of fur on their chests and eyes that glowed in the night.” They all looked at Regulus with scrutinising faces and nodded along in agreement. 

Regulus transformed back into his human body. 

“Ha! I’m a legendary myth,” He pointed at Sirius, gloating. 

“You might transform into a legendary myth, Reggie. But at the end of the day, you’re still just an itty bitty ickle pussycat.” Sirius took off running and transformed into Padfoot mid-step as the giant black cat of legend chased him into the forest. James couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him as he heard the unmistakable yelp of a dog being attacked. 

“We should probably go and break them up,” He said to Remus and Peter. They followed the sounds of barking and hissing through the trees.

“We’re going to have to add him to the marauders map and figure out a nickname for him now, aren’t we?” Remus chuckled as Sirius yelped again. 

“Yeah, I think we have to,” James grinned happily at the thought.

***

He was nervous. More nervous than he’d been on the night he’d first turned. He’d followed James, Sirius and Peter out into the grounds. It was still light, but the sun was rapidly sinking towards the horizon. 

Regulus watched James fold away the marauder’s map, now proudly emblazoned with the names, Moony, Wormtail, Eclipse, Padfoot and Prongs. They had decided on Eclipse after they’d pulled Regulus off of Sirius, because James said, with the white flash, he looked like a solar eclipse, with a tiny bit of light in the total darkness.  

The whomping willow reached towards them as they neared. Violently slamming its branches down at them. He watched as Peter transformed into the tiny rat. He scurried under the flailing limbs and pressed a little knot on one of the tree's roots. The willow froze, not even its leaves moved. The four of them slid into the opening at the tree’s base and dropped into the tunnel below. 

Regulus had to stoop to walk forward. He had no idea how Remus walked down here, he must have to nearly crawl. 

The tunnel finally opened up to reveal a door. Sirius pushed it open, and they stepped into the dusty, mouldy insides of the shrieking shack. 

“They send Lupin here?” Regulus asked incredulously. No wonder he’d caused himself so much damage. 

“Better than being locked in a cell made from silver under the ministry,” Sirius said blandly. Regulus turned to his brother, shocked. 

“Is that really what they do?” 

“Yes. Registered werewolves have to report there before the full moon.” Sirius replied. 

“But silver is poison to werewolves,” Regulus argued. Sirius nodded sadly at him. 

“That’s the point, Reggie,” Regulus’s eyes flickered to a spot on the wall behind Sirius’s right shoulder. There was a long deep gouge carved into the wall. His eyes widened as he realised what had caused it. 

“Just how big does Remus get?” He asked, feeling insecure for only a second as he pointed at the claw mark on the wall. Sirius grinned. 

“Let’s just say he makes me look like a puppy.” Regulus stared at him open-mouthed. 

They had to hide quickly when they heard Madam Pomfrey and Remus coming down the passageway. They ran up the stairs and hid in one of the bedrooms until Madam Pomfrey left. 

Sirius rushed back downstairs ahead of them and checked Remus was okay by running his hands all over him. 

“Sirius, I’m fine, stop fussing me,” Remus protested, pushing Sirius away. James pulled Regulus in close. 

"It won’t be long now, love. You ready?” Regulus looked up into James’s eyes and felt completely safe.

“Yeah,” He smiled, being completely truthful. He looked around the room at the four people in the world who truly cared for him and chuckled under his breath.

“What’s so funny?” James asked, his voice full of kindness. Regulus stood on tiptoe and kissed James before he answered. 

“I’m so glad I was out picking fluxweed while a crazed werewolf was running amok.”

“Hey!” Remus feigned outrage through gritted teeth. 

“It's time,” Sirius said, giving Remus one last kiss before he changed into Padfoot. 

Regulus watched through his new eyes as Remus dropped to the floor screaming and writhing. Sirius whined and danced about on his feet and Remus broke apart and reformed as a truly enormous wolf. Eclipse craned his neck to see all of him.

The wolf and the dog sniffed each other excitedly and Padfoot licked the Moony all over his face, wagging his tail excitedly. It took a while, but the wolf eventually spotted the cat. He let out a low growl, but Padfoot rushed to Eclipse’s side and whined at Moony, pleading. Wormtail scuttled forward and sat at Eclipse’s feet. Prongs came to stand behind them all, his antlered head slightly lowered in case he needed to protect them. 

Moony leaned closer, but Eclipse held firm. Moony shoved his nose into the white fur on Eclipse’s chest. Eclipse put his paws on Moony’s muzzle and stood up on his hind legs. The werewolf stared into the Cat-Sìths eyes, recognising him as another legendary creature. Eclipse purred. An approximation of a smirk crept across his feline face, knowing everything would be alright.

#may 31 #jegulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #jegulus fanfiction #james potter #regulus black #dead gay wizards #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #james x regulus #regulus x james #james and regulus #regulus and james #james potter x regulus black #cat-sìth #Scottish myth #the black brothers #the maruaders #the marauders’ era #the marauders #the maraunders map #the marauders era #marauders era #regulus is a marauder #messers moony wormtail eclipse padfoot and prongs #moony

[gabessquishytum]

So ive had a brain worm thats had me knawing at the bars of my cage foamed at the mouth and i thought you'd appreciate it

I've been obsessed with the concept of knot fucking and yknow i feel hob deserves to be fucked by a fat unyielding knot

Clutching onto the sheets for dear life while Dream grunt fucks his massive knot in and out of hobs poor abused little snatch, pining him down by the backs of his thighs so he's folded in half and helpless to do nothing else but take it

Just absolutely slack jawed over it, eyes rolling up into his head and drooling how fucked stupid he is over it, his poor overworked cunt wet and loud, squirting pathetically everytime dream pulls his knot free from his greedy gripping pussy and squelching loudly every time he shoves back in

By the end of it the bed is wet underneath him and dream has fucked hob open so thoroughly that he can only squeeze weakly at the knot locking him, all the copious cum dream has pumped him with frothy and dripping obscenely around the edges of the knot

Tbh was definitely thinking about sugar daddy salt and pepper alpha dream absolutely ruining gorgeous sugar baby beta/omega hob's holes for anyone else and like with just a dash of a breeding kink

Absolutely foaming at the mouth for this tbh.

Hob has never even shared a heat with anyone, bless him. But he met this gorgeous older alpha at one of the university bars, and quickly discovered that Dream was a professor in the art department (Hob is studying history so their paths haven't crossed before). He also discovers that Dream is suave, irresistible, and has a knot bigger than Hob’s whole hand.

Hob had already cum three or four times before he got a knot in him. Dream made the foreplay so good that Hob was shaking before he even got fucked. Dream basically sucked the slick out of him and made sure he was absolutely dripping, and then he spent what felt like hours just rubbing his cock against Hob’s hole. Not going in, just teasing him until he begged for it. And oh, Hob was so happy to beg.

Dream fucked him so good, he really did. But when Hob thought it was over - when the alpha came inside him and the knot swelled into place - Dream didn't stop. He kept fucking Hob, slower now but still firm and dominant. Nudging his knot in and out while Hob gasped, squealed and orgasmed over and over like he just couldn't stop. If he looked down between his legs he could see the cum slopping in and out of his cunt, and every time he thought about how that cum could so easily knock him up, he felt himself clench tighter and squirt all over the alpha's knot. And Dream would tell him what a good boy he was being.

Now Hob lies in the middle of the bed while Dream tenderly changes the sheets around him, occasionally leaning in between Hob’s spread legs to kiss him pink, overworked hole. It's the first time, but it won't be the last. Hob definitely isn't going to walk away from this kind of pleasure.

And he should probably find a moment to mention that he's not on birth control. But from the way Dream kept pushing his cum back into Hob’s cunt and murmuring about keeping him full and bred, he thinks that the alpha probably won't mind...

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse #cw age gap

[grandlinedreams]

hi is it possible to request a good old (modern) coffee shop au with a little twist of law being a barista and reader being a regular customer….. like how he would ask them out in this situation and stuff like that

also i sure hope youre not tired of writing for the same character over and over again but damn you capture laws personality so well im jealous lmao

OH BLESS i love me a good coffeeshop au, they're always so cute :(( and i'm absolutely not tired of writing for Law, that man rattles around in my brain on the daily ㅡ I hope that this is to your liking!!

[Heads up!: coffeeshop!au, Shachi and Penguin being the worlds silliest guys, law is a little oblivious, fluff!]

"Oh look, it's your favorite customer."

Law doesn't like the sly look on Penguin's face, the grin that promises trouble even as Law turns at the chime of the little cluster of bells above the cafe door.

"Hey, [Name]!" Shachi greets you, and Law doesn't like the look on his face either.

"Hey guys," you say as you approach, fluffy white samoyed pressing into your side, tail swaying gently. "Hope you don't mind me bringing Bepo in."

"Nah," Shachi produces a treat from beneath the counter near the service case, kept tucked away for the occasional four legged visitors like Bepo. "You know we love him."

"Some of us love more than just Bepo," Penguin intones and Law's eyes flick to him and narrow in warning, but his coworker only grins.

"Okay..." Your tone is polite despite the confusion on your face, and you refocus on Law. "Could I get my regular, please?"

A small smile tugs at Law's lips, expression softening. "Sure."

There's snickering from behind him that makes him want to chuck the tip jar at the duo, but he resists in favor of waving off the little folded bundle of cash that you try to hand him. "On the house."

"Really?" Your head tilts. "Odd, wasn't it like that last time?" Law flinches, but you're still smiling, and he watches you drop the money into the tip jar. "I feel bad if I don't give something."

You pull away from the counter before he can protest, Bepo padding alongside you as you take your usual seat at the tiny couch tucked in the corner.

"Dude," Penguin intones from behind him, clapping him on the shoulder. "You are so whipped."

ㅡ

Law has watched you come in to the Polar cafe nearly every day for the last two months. It's hard not to develop a sense of camaraderie when you see someone that often, and despite his best efforts, he has to admit that it's shifted into a want for something more romantic towards you. The problem is, of course, that he has no idea how you feel.

Penguin and Shachi, having witnessed this go on for the last two months, are of the opinion that he's worried about nothing and that his feelings are mutual.

"Law, they come to this cafe every day and ask for you. They said you make the best latte."

"There's also like six other cafes closer than this one and they come here. Pretty sure they like you too."

Law still worries. He's gotten used to your company, enjoys it ㅡ he doesn't want to ruin what the two of you have if he's misreading things.

"When's my turn to get cute little foam animals in my stuff," Penguin whines as he watches Law do his best to shape little white ears into the foam.

"Gotta find someone who likes you, dude." Shachi dodges the halfhearted swipe from Penguin.

"There are plenty of people who like me."

"Online doesn't countㅡ"

"Shut up, both of you." Law cuts in, banter making it hard to focus on getting the eyes shaped right. Both men peer at the cup.

"Is that Bepo?"

"Looks more like a polar bear."

"Shut up."

He sets the cup down on the tray carefully before he snatches a napkin and a marker, bent over his work to keep the pair of troublemakers from seeing.

They watch him pick up the order and the napkin, and Penguin turns towards Shachi. "Five bucks says he's asking them out."

"No way, he's a chicken."

ㅡ

"Here you go," Law says, announcing his presence before he sets down the cup and you turn from where you'd been cooing over Bepo, eyes flicking to the cup.

"Oh," you say, "is that Bepo?" Law nods, nervous ㅡ and then you beam. "It's so cute, I almost don't want to drink it."

The real Bepo yawns beside you, watching Law with dark, round eyes before pillowing his head on your lap. He watched you reach for the napkin and his heart leaps ad he moves to leave.

"Excuse me," you call and he stills, turning on his heel to face you once more. Your expression is amused as you hold up the napkin that he'd carefully written his number on, along with the question he's been wanting to ask you for weeks. "Gonna ask me out and then run away before I answer? Seems pretty rude."

"Depends on your answer," he responds, and you laugh.

"I thought it'd have been obvious that I like you, Law." Your eyes gleam. "You're the only one who makes my drink and I come here to see you."

"Oh," Law says, and though Penguin and Shachi were right, he's not about to admit that. "So..."

"What time do you get off? We can talk about that date."

A smirk tugs at his lips. "I get off in five minutes."

You beam. "Perfect."

(A week later when Law finally tells Penguin and Shachi that he's leaving early for his second date with you, Penguin gleefully ends up five dollars richer.)

#ㅡmine. #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #ㅡanswered. #anonymous #–ml: law.

[murkycats]

Two Idiots

Word Count: 1,390

Type: Fluff, One-shot

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

It was a truly pathetic sight. Horrific. Tragic, honestly. In fact, it was so horrendously devastating that you folded so quickly for this man—in just a little over two months, but you couldn’t help it.

You slam the car door closed, stepping out onto the brick pathway. The crisp, cool fall air blew harshly against your face, somehow perfectly conveying the internal turmoil you were feeling inside. Yet, you did your best to shake off the anxiety you felt. The worst he could say was no, right?

He couldn’t help the way his kind eyes would crinkle at the sides when you came in to visit him, or how he would talk and talk and talk about his obvious passions and nerdy hobbies.

Ten paces so far. You can do this. Don’t think too much, just say it.

Steven Grant had stolen your heart right out of your chest the moment you set eyes on him, and the poor bloke had not one bloody clue.

Twenty-four. Deep breaths. C’mon.

However, that was definitely going to change today. Because you were probably definitely going to ask him out.

Thirty-six...

Nearing the last step, you came upon two huge pillars on either side of the entrance, along with striking blue banners flowing down the sides–as you normally did during your visits to the museum. Despite all the tourists and customers filtering in and out of the building, you spotted Steven immediately. His wavy hair and gray trench coat gave him away, bless his heart.

He was touring around a little girl that was pointing at one of the Egyptian exhibits, no doubt asking loads of questions, as children tend to do. Nevertheless, you knew that would do nothing to deter Steven from answering them just as enthusiastically, though.

Passing through the entryway, you made a beeline towards the pair. The exhibit he was describing to the little girl was one of his favorites of all time. He’d told you in one of your many conversations whenever you popped by. Your eyes softened at the way he animatedly explained the history behind the exhibit. Nothing made you happier than listening to him talk about topics he found interesting.

But then something hit you like an arrow to the heart.

Maybe you took the ‘don’t think about what you’re going to say’ too literally. What do you say? The tremors in your hands started up again, much to your dismay.

Perhaps you could talk about the exhibit?

Sure it was a rather niche topic to be heavily interested in, but that's perhaps why he would get so excited when someone would inquire about it. Because few people, (other than himself) truly cared for it. Donna really should have made him the tour guide.

Before you knew it, you were standing about two feet away from the very gift-shoppist you'd come to love now. Taking a breath, you reached out and softly tapped him on the shoulder. Once he turned around to face you, you let out a breath that you weren't aware that you were holding. It never got old, seeing Steven. Neither did the butterflies, either.

Get it together. Ask him out.

At Steven's redirection of attention, the little girl ran off, most likely to find her parents. His eyes crinkled on the sides in the way you were just thinking of before you’d arrived, and a broad grin lit up his handsome face. "Well hello darling, what brings you here today?"

Apparently you took too long to answer, (and from the way your face felt, he was probably worried you were going to suffer heat stroke) because Steven began to look very concerned. Luckily you snapped out of your lovey-dovey trance just in time.

"Hm? Oh, uh yeah... yeah I uhh... I just wanted to talk to you." If it weren't for Steven standing directly in front of you, you could've as well punched yourself in the face.

This is absolutely crushing. For god’s sake, this man is about as intimidating as a butterfly, so why were you so nervous?!

In that moment, all the oxygen in your lungs had been wrung out and left to dry, like a damp washcloth. You weren’t sure how, but you were certain that your face had paled and flushed in a very worryingly short space of time.

“No… no no sorry, uh—that-that’s not what I…” You wave your hands frantically, thoroughly embarrassed. You buried your face in your hands.

“Oh bollocks this is going so well so far isn’t it?” What you said was muffled, but comprehensible all the same. Through the gaps in your fingers, you saw Steven make a puzzled face. His brows were practically knotted together in confusion.

Did he not realize what you were trying to say?

“Uhm,” Steven’s sudden dialogue gives you a small start, “Might I ask, what’s going horribly?”

Andddd he didn’t. Fantastic. Lovely. Bloody terrific. Perhaps you’d have to spell it out with ancient hieroglyphics for him to understand. Which is ironic, considering how they are literally just freaking symbols—

An exasperated sigh fell from your lips. “It’s just… gods I came here to ask you if you wanted to go out with me, and completely screwed it up.”

You smiled sheepishly up at him, suddenly very appreciative that he couldn’t read your mind. But yeah, you never really had gotten on with the opposite sex, until you met Steven. It was kind of sad, but the fact he didn’t have a ton of experience with people like you did, was probably the reason you two even spoke to each other at all.

Sure he was your friend, but why couldn’t your relationship with him be more?

Steven seemed to be as still as the glass case holding King Tut behind him. That is, until he finally spoke. His eyes became wide, contrary to his usual sad, resting face. “I’m sorry… are you sure you’ve got the right per-person, I mean,” He laughs lightly, looking genuinely shocked, but mostly perplexed as if he couldn’t believe someone would ever—or could ever see him in that way. Your heart ached inside.

“Are you absolutely sure you have the right bloke?”

You couldn’t help it. You laughed. Hard.

Steven returned the gesture, although half-heartedly and awkward, like he was the butt of some joke that he had to play along to. Suddenly you realize what he might’ve assumed.

Your eyes widened considerably, nearly matching his own. “Steven, of course I want to ask you out. Who else would I ask, Osiris? Gods, I love you but sometimes you can be a bit clueless for a bookworm, you know that?”

“You love me?” It was Steven’s turn to blush then. Even his ears turned a deep crimson.

Never mind. Maybe I will ask Osiris out. Because fucking hell do I want to crawl into a hole and die.

“Oh for the love of—would you like to go out with me or not?” Your eyebrows were pinched together, your bottom lip between your teeth in anticipation for Steven’s reply.

And with a quick jolt of his head, a promising smile made its way onto his lips. “Okay, alright. Uhm, when—when would you like to uh—meet? And where?”

Before you could say anything, Steven interjected, completely flustered—so you didn’t mind one bit. It was nice to know he was as affected by you, and much as you were by him. “I know—I’ll grab one of those pamphlets we have at the register for you. That way you can jot down my cellphone number. I’ll be back in a jiffy, love.” Leaning towards you, you felt his soft lips peck you lightly on your cheek.

All you could do was dumbly nod, a love struck, no dazed expression plastered on your face. “Mhm, will do.” With a sweet smile, he took off as fast as you’ve seen him do—to fulfill what he’d said, just for you.

However, unbeknownst to Steven, you literally hadn’t heard anything after he confirmed that he wanted to go on a date with you. Every nerve in your body was shot, almost like little fireworks had gone off—causing time to slow. Your ears were completely blocked, no noise came in—bloody hell, you couldn’t speak. Your brain was too busy picturing the enormous victory dance you were doing in your head.

#steven grant x reader #steven grant #moonknight #marvel #fluff

[yourlocaltreesimp]

heeeyy, it's me again lmao, was a bit busy with prelims but im mostly out of the woods.

As promised, came up with requests

May I request the Chain with a reader who isn't what they seems?

Like, Four with a soft, chubby reader who's barely taller than him but can supplex a man twice their weight? I'm talking about her rivaling Twilight in terms of strength.

Or maybe Wars with a reader who kinda acts like a class clown but is actually very strategic and knows how to help them out in battle from the sidelines?

I like the way you think.

Part one of possibly a side series? 👀

PT 2

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Four

There was one defining feature that Four could settle was his favorite about you. You were soft. The kind of soft that made him melt with endearment. You never wished to cause harm (at least never maliciously so, your pranks put the sailor’s to shame) and you were perfect in his eyes. He did not care if your weight deemed you as ‘less beautiful’ where you came from, he didn’t give a single care. To him, whoever decided that had clearly never been met with you, for you were excellence. You were soft, and kind, and utterly gorgeous. Yet, you were not his. He was ripped from his echoing thoughts at you sliding in next to him. The tavern booths were small, so your side was slightly pressed to him as you leaned your arm on the table, that firey glint of defiance in your eyes.

“No, I don’t wanna-“ Twilight held of one hand from where his elbows crossed on the table.

“What? Scared you’ll loose your title?” One of your eyebrows quirked up at the challenge and the smirk as you spoke was enough to make Four fold.

“Alright then, bet.” He matched you, stretching your arms so one elbow was on the table, hands clasped in the center. He’d expected Twilight to at least be able to put up a fight, but the knuckles of his hand met the wood of the table with a smack. For good measure, you held it there, squeezed right in your grip as he struggled. Eventually, you relented, letting him go. It wasn’t long before all the others tried their luck, none standing a chance to you. Four watched attentively, never volunteering, never stealing away the attention you occasionally blessed him with.

“Four” Your voice cut through the crowd of voices so cleanly.

“hm?” He didn’t trust himself entirely to speak, the colours running circles in his mind. You extended your fingers, the soft tavern lighting casting beautifully over your skin.

“Wanna try?” He didn’t want to before, but that grin of yours could steal anything of his, it’s already taken his heart. He climbed to the other side of the booth and extended has arm out. It didn’t last long, his arm pinned to the table with your hand over his, but at least you let him savour the feeling.

Long after, he lay awake in his bedroll, mind filled with incessant chatter. But maybe one day, you’d be nearby, holding his hand, calming his worries. But until then, he can yearn.

#linked universe #legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #link x reader #link x you #x reader #lu four #firreplies #fir’s library

[hurthermore]

Hello!!

Misconduct had me swooning over Alastor, and I didn't even like him all that much in the show apart from episode 7. He is just so yummy and AGH I *love* the way you write him!

I would like to ask if Misconduct Alastor has any pet names or nicknames he likes to be called? Like if there is a name or something that would make him fold in an instant and is reader's ace up their sleeve.

Thank you for feeding us with your amazing writing, we are truly all blessed!

-anon

Oh wow!! I’m so happy you like my works and you like my Alastors aha!<3 this is something we touch on in an upcoming chapter, but I’ll just say now. Spoilers for Misconduct:

You could call him just about any name and he’d fold I’m not even kidding lmao. Literally reader could say “You’re a pig, get on all fours” and he probably would LMAO - don’t do that though

But these are the ones that would just make him faint like a school girl:

Darling

Love

Husband

#hurthermore talks #misconduct info

[darlingsfandom]

Kinky sex w/hotch and then he immediately goes sweet once reader finished and enters subspace; and is the best at aftercare

Bless you ✨

"Now now... what do you say when I give you what you want sweetheart?" Aaron looked at you with knitted eyebrows as you laid there with soft eyes.

"Thank you daddy." You batted your eyelashes at him as he ran his over your cheek. Your eyes follows him closely.

"Good girl." He cooed at you before sitting back down in his chair leaving you restrained to the bed. The handcuffs were pink and fuzzy because as much as Aaron wanted to give you a hard punishment he couldn't do it. In your defense it had been awhile since you two had sex and he was just gone for two weeks. Yes he called and you two had phone sex but he understood that you being the brat you are needed more, so of course when he came home you were touching yourself crying out his name.

You watched him as he flipped through his newspaper. He did let you have a small orgasm from his fingers but you wanted more and he knew it.

"Aaron ! Please!" You whined. He looked over his paper to see you and ignored you again. He read his sports section as you continued to whine. "Please! I need you. My toys aren't good enough! You're the only one who can make me even squirt ! Please daddy!" Aaron folded his paper onto his lap before uncrossing his legs and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Baby, this is your punishment. I know you want my cock and that you need my fat cock to stretch out your needy little pussy, but you can't always get what you want." He tossed the paper onto the nightstand before getting up, walking over to your toy box and growing your wand. Aaron looked down at you sternly. "Now I've been nice and have given you four orgasms since I've been home..."

"But not with your cock!" Aaron gave you a soft slap on the face.

"Do not interrupt me when you're being spoken too!" He squished your cheeks together leaving your mouth Open a little. He smirked at you before leaning in and spitting into your mouth. Aaron's fingers let go of your face as he held the wand against your clit and slowly turned up the speed. A loud gasp left you swollen lips as he slowly moved the wand all over your pussy. The wand was covered in juices in seconds as Aaron sat next to you on the edge of the bed.

"Look at your pretty little pussy baby! So red and achy. I bet your thinking of my cock hmm! Just like you were when I walked in on you humping my pillow!" Tears formed in the corner of your eyes.

"I'm sorry daddy! I just missed you!" You hiccuped as Aaron pressed the wand right against your clit and put it on full speed. "Fuck! Daddy! AARON! I'm going to cum again. Please please please!" You begged as you watched Aaron palm his self. "Please Aaron ! I need it! I need! Please!!" You we're full on crying and gripped the fuzzy cuffs .

"Cum for me baby! Cum! Show me how good you're feeling." Aaron almost mocked you but his tone changed as he watched your hips fly up from the bed and squirt all over everything! He looked at you in amazement as your orgasm covered the bed , the wand and a little bit of his pants.

After a few minutes Aaron got up and left the room only to come back with a warm wet washcloth. "You did so good baby. Such a good girl." He wiped up your thighs first before gently cleaning your pussy. Once you were cleaned up Aaron took off the hand cuffs , wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head as he rubbed your back. "My sweet girl, I love you." "I love you too daddy!" You gave him a weak smile as your head laid against his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

#aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner smut #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #thomas gibson #emsblurbs

[thisthatpinkvenom]

DAD!SAN / MOM!FEM READER

⤏ Synopsis: Your 14-year-old has woken up on the wrong side of the bed—and her father gives her a quick and simple reminder of who she was talking to.

⤏ Genre(s): timestamp*, angst, fluff

⤏ Content: parents!au, non-idol!au

⤏ NSFW Warning(s): none

⤏ Note*: this content is completely fictional.

[10:24 a.m.] was when your 14-year-old daughter had caught a crabby attitude; peeved at how her Saturday sleep-in plan was hijacked by the pattern of roars emitting from the vacuum you'd been strolling around the house with. As a growing girl, she needed all the proper sleep—though, she could've had it if she hadn't went to bed at three in the morning after lazing under the covers, aimlessly scrolling through Instagram. But she wasn't one to admit fault unless absolutely necessary, her pride was important to her. And that's why she came downstairs, trudging across the dark hardwood floor with a frown on her lips.

"Hey, Baby," you chirped, following her movement with your eyes as you half-heartedly whisked batter in a silver bowl. "You're up earlier than usual."

"Mm," she hummed, plopping herself onto the living room couch without meeting your eyes once. Your daughter fished her phone from her pocket before doing what every teen did best: swiping her thumb left and right and up and down across the screen. You'd be a liar if you said you didn't miss the days when she was just a little baby, unable to speak coherent words as she could only communicate with you in babbles. At the age of 21, you gave birth to a healthy baby girl, affectionately naming her Ara—Choi Ara. You thought you'd be most afraid during her childhood, not knowing one thing about being a good mother.

You were blessed enough to have your college sweetheart by your side at every step of the way. Your love, Choi San. The man who was just as clueless as you on how to raise a child, but who was more than willing to do it, anyway. You admired his assertiveness, learning a thing or two from him in persevering through obstacles. Despite over a decade of being together, he was still the man you looked at with stars in your eyes.

And when the same man shot an irked look at you from the dining table, you'd come to terms with how raising a little dumpling-cheeked baby was a cakewalk in comparison to a brooding teenager.

But you let it slide, shaking your head with a gentle smile perched on your face. You couldn't force Ara to be a morning person.

"Ara, I'm making pancakes. You want some?" you asked, having prepared enough batter for three people, anyway.

She finally threw you a glance before eyeing her phone again. "Yeah, four."

Too immersed on whatever 30 second video was playing, Ara hadn't noticed the deep exhale her father released through his nose, planting his phone face down on the table before he straightened his posture. He gave you another look, lips glued together in a straight line as he hid them behind his fist. You didn't need to think twice to decipher what was going through his mind, intercepting his incoming words with your own.

"Ara"—you stiffened—"Baby, can you do me a favor and change out the garbage...please?"

Your patience had nearly finished running its course when she huffed, throwing her head forward with her brows knitted together.

"Why do I have to do it? I just woke up."

Just as you planted your palms on the counter, ready to snap with a few words of your own, your husband's voice had commanded the growing tense air.

"Are you comfortable, Ara?"

In a second, her expression had likened to a deer in headlights when she met San's piercing gaze. Her sweet, more often than not composed father was visibly upset, his glasses sloped down his nose while his chin rested on his fist.

Three words and her name—one seemingly innocuous question that meant so much more.

"I..." she stammered. Taking a hesitant look around the house, she took quick note of the neatly organized living room and the newly mopped floor. The blanket folded beside her was freshly washed and dried, the scent of fabric softener still present in her nose. She finally circled back to you, eyeing your disheveled hair, the thin layer of sweat laid on your skin and the mess of ingredients near your hands on the kitchen counter.

Ara slowly rose from her seat and made her way next to you in the kitchen, pleading with her eyes before carefully wrapping her arms around your waist. Her cheek pressed against your shoulder as she muffled an apology loud enough for both you and San to understand. She anticipated rejection, only for her nerves to settle when you reciprocated with your hand on her back.

"It's okay," you assured.

When she pulled away and reached for a new garbage bag under the sink, your eyes met with San's very own. The gentle smile he sent your way had your lovesick heart thumping, and you're reminded once again of how utterly lucky you were.

#ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez angst #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez timestamps #ateez drabbles #choi san fluff #choi san x reader #ateez smut

[doctorgerth]

a/n: This one was so much fun to write!! Mihawk is always daunting to write for at first, but I always end up having fun and am usually pretty happy with the results when it comes to him. Want to know if Mihawk gets a smooch? Read on to find out! 🥰

pairing: Mihawk x GN!Reader

word count: 1.4k

candy heart prompt: True Love - Something on their/your lips

MIHAWK + TRUE LOVE

It was the first beautiful day Kuraigana had experienced in quite some time.

The thick fog that perpetually decorated the war-torn land was lifted, and the clouds above were broken enough to allow rays of warm, unfiltered sunshine illuminate the hidden beauty of the gloomy island.The lush greenery and produce the three of you had worked so hard to maintain practically sang in the light of the sun. Leaves glistened with dew, some reaching toward the rare blessing of light as if to grab it and hold onto it. It was a perfect day for farming.

“It’s such a beautiful day,” you sighed happily, stretching your arms out above you. Mihawk grinned from beside you, but you were too busy basking in the comforting warmth to notice.

“It is rather…bright,” Perona stated as she gripped her umbrella tighter.

Mihawk thought quietly to himself, determining that Perona’s discomfort might work to his advantage for once, “Perona, how about you go back to the castle and prepare some snacks. The weather is nice, maybe we can have a picnic.” He felt his heart squeeze in his chest when you smiled widely in his direction, your head nodding enthusiastically.

“Don’t order me around!” She huffed, though a reprieve from the too-bright sun sounded ideal. She turned the other direction and floated towards the castle.

“Oh, and don’t forget to pack something for the humandrills!” you called out to her.  

“What am I, everyone’s servant?” She stomped her foot in annoyance and puffed out her cheeks, “I’m too cute to be bossed around like this…”

When Perona was out of sight, you laughed to yourself, “She’s particularly moody today.”

Mihawk hummed beside you as he dropped some seeds into the earth, “And it’s only going to get worse.” He used a hand shovel to gently pat the dirt back over the seeds.

You peered over at him, “What do you mean?”

He laid the shovel down beside him and wiped his gloves along his dirt-stained pants. Retrieving a folded up newspaper page from his back pocket, he handed it over to you. Your eyes scanned the paper, the bold title Gecko Moria Alive! caught your eyes instantly. It was a strange sensation. You had no ties to Moria aside from his pink-haired subordinate, but still, for Perona’s sake, you felt warm tears well up in your eyes.

“Oh, Mihawk, she’s going to be so happy,” you said in a hushed whisper, though Perona was hardly in earshot, “And also really angry that you haven’t told her sooner. This newspaper is from three days ago.”

He chuckled, “I know.”

You felt a pang in your chest, “I suppose that’s another chick leaving the nest.” You were still recovering from Zoro’s departure and now Perona was soon to follow. You’d grown quite accustomed to your family you shared in the last two years. Though two years wasn’t a very long time comparatively, it felt like it’s always been the four of you.

“It’s for the best,” he replied, “Danger is coming.”

You stiffened, “You don’t mean…?”

“I believe the Reverie attendants are going to vote in favor of the abolishment of the Warlords. That means Marines will be surrounding this place very soon,” he sighed and closed his eyes. “I don’t want Perona to get in harm's way for something that doesn’t involve her.”

You smiled in his direction, “You’re a kind man, Dracule Mihawk.” The tightness in your chest was easily replaced with gentle thumping. If anyone else were to refer to him as kind, he’d scoff in their direction. Hearing it from you, he felt a familiar heat creep up his neck.

Much like Zoro and Perona, Mihawk just ended up being stuck with you a few years ago. He warily offered his hospitality, but miraculously, it didn’t take long for Mihawk to warm up to you. When you proved yourself to him, you became the unofficial first mate to his unofficial crew. Though, with your time together on Kuraigana, you hardly acted as Captain and Crewmate. You tended the land together, sought peace with the humandrills together, and lived your day to day lives in the castle of Kuraigana together. Waking, working, and wasting the days away together. You weren’t sure what you were to Mihawk, but it definitely felt different than a mere subordinate.

“I suppose it’ll just be us again, then.” The thought of it going back to just the two of you simultaneously excited and saddened you. Mihawk looked over to you. He didn’t utter a single word, just stared. Though you’d assumed you’d be used to the intensity of his hawk-like eyes, they still had a way of making you feel embarrassingly shy. You absentmindedly wiped at the sweat forming on your upper lip. The sun was beginning to burn.

Just the two of you. Mihawk always loved the sound of that. Though he’d enjoyed his time training Zoro and cooking with Perona, he often thought fondly of when it was just the two of you. Why then did it make him so nervous to return to that? The dab of soil on your upper lip caught his attention and stole his thoughts.

You had mistaken his silent staring as a denial to your statement, “Unless you intend to send me away with Perona?” Your throat suddenly constricted. Surely he didn’t mean that. “Mihawk, I know things are about to get intense, but I promise I can protect myself and will help you with whatever you need. Just don’t…”

You stopped your sentence when Mihawk shifted beside you to turn and face you. His right hand reached up to your face and you waited with bated breath as you were unable to process what was happening. Mihawk’s never touched you like that before. You gasped when his finger swiped across your upper lip. Holy shit, he was going to kiss you. You instinctively closed your eyes and sighed against his finger, awaiting his lips to meet yours. A cool, empty breeze brushed against them instead.

“I’m sorry. You had dirt on your lip,” he said simply.

How embarrassing. You felt unbelievably hot under the small pockets of sunshine now, “Right, of course. Thank you.”

You wanted to leave his hold, leave the garden, leave the whole entire island, but Mihawk held you firmly; his left hand mirroring his right as they both caressed your face gently, “I’m not going to send you away, (Y/N). I want you by my side.” His face lowered to yours, noses brushing. The words he spoke stole your breath from your parted lips, “Stay with me as long as you wish.”

“Mihawk…” you managed to huff out. His name on your lips, so unfamiliar in this low tone — he could drink it right up. How long has he been holding himself back from falling completely into you?

“Say it, please,” he murmured. The movement of his lips caused them to bump against yours. A tease of a kiss, “Say you’ll stay with me.”

“Mihawk,” you whimpered once more. You weren’t sure you’d be able to say anything else. Not when his intoxicating warmth and tender embrace was robbing you of air. But, you wanted him to know how you felt. How you’ve always felt since joining his side, “I want to be with you forever.”

Your confession was the gravitational pull to at last close the distance between the two of you. His lips slotted against yours with promise, a silent oath to stay with you and protect you for however long you’d want him to. Your skin no longer burned, instead kissed by sunlight as his lips rained down on you, moving with yours as if he’s planned this moment out for years. In truth, he wished he’d done so much sooner.

You pulled away for air, but Mihawk wouldn’t, couldn’t stop. His lips tickled against your tender pulse line as he continued his kisses along your neck, pulling you tightly into him by your waist. He muttered confessions in-between kisses. How long he’s wanted you. How long he’s loved you. How long he’ll continue to want you. How long he’ll continue to love you. Forever, forever, forever. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him back up to your aching lips to let him know you reciprocated his devotion. Years of unchecked desire was evident in the urgency of your shared kisses, spilling forth like an endless fountain as you lost all sense of time against each other’s lips. Nothing would hold either of you back now.  

Perona rounded a corner and caught sight of the two of you embracing each other. She silently gagged, but decided to leave the both of you to your moment. The sun was a little too bright for her anyhow. As she turned and floated away, a smile stretched along her face. She always thought the two of you would be cute together.

a/n: Hate to see him go, but love to see him kissed 💋 We unfortunately say goodbye to Mihawk for this event, but I have a feeling we’ll see him around in the future. 🤭 Thanks for reading!! 

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[violet-shadows]

Moving On (Part Four)

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Summary: After loving Azriel in secret for years, you decide it’s time for you to move on.

Pairing: Azriel x Reader (She/Her)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: drugging with the implied intent to commit SA, attempted kidnapping, vomiting

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 Hope is a fickle thing. It can be a blessing, carrying us forward when the darkness seems infinite and giving us the strength to persevere. It can also be a curse, lingering despite logic and reason, making disappointment all the more crushing. You had tried to rid yourself of hope for so long where Azriel was concerned. You even thought you succeeded a few times, accepting that your feelings would never be returned. But then, a flicker of hope would spark, only to be snuffed out once again, plunging you into darkness. Last night, when Azriel said those fateful words, the hope that bloomed within you was all but explosive, fierce as a wildfire but as brief as a candle in the wind. In the end, it left you breathless and aching. And, as always, kicking yourself for your foolish whimsy. 

“Do you not understand how precious you are to me?!”

The words echoed in your mind long after you left the House of Wind, twisting like a knife in your gut. You knew he didn’t mean it the way you wanted him to, and yet, for a brief moment, you had hoped you were wrong.

“Precious to you… as a friend.”

“Right.” 

You replayed the memory, focusing on how he recoiled, grimacing as he clarified. As if the alternative was revolting. It had taken everything in you not to crumple as you sought out Cassian, keeping your head high and jaw tight when you asked him to fly you home. Your friend had read the look on your face but mercifully didn’t press when you shut down his line of questioning.

You spent the rest of the day shut up inside, numb and wallowing in self-pity and embarrassment, and when the sun finally set over the City of Starlight, you lay in your bed and cried. 

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“So who’s next on the roster?” 

Mor startled from her place at her desk, pushing shiny blonde locks out of her face as you entered. She blinked owlishly, not answering, and you clarified, “For dates?”

“Dates?” Mor echoed, cocking her head to one side. “More dates? I thought… I figured… after what happened…”

“I’m not going to let one bad experience ruin everything,” you declared with a shrug, forcing yourself to remain the picture of nonchalance. Acting like something didn’t bother you was your specialty, and you weren’t about to switch up now. “Besides, it wasn’t one of your picks that turned out poorly.” 

Mor shifted nervously, her previous enthusiasm over playing matchmaker gone. “I just thought you might want some time…” she trailed off. “Or maybe you and Az…”

“Me and Az what?” you prompted her when she didn’t finish her sentence. 

“Nothing,” Mor said, plastering on a bright smile that you knew meant she was changing the subject. “If you want back in the game, we’ll get you back in the game.” 

“Yep, I’m ready,” you replied, flopping into a chair across from her. Neither of you missed the way your voice wobbled with uncertainty, despite your assurances. This seemed to give Mor pause, and she was quiet for a long moment as she glanced between the fireplace and you. 

“Before we go through my roster, as you call it,” Mor began, folding her hands in front of her on the desk, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you shrugged.

“Have you ever considered… would you ever consider giving Az a chance?” Her tone was gentle, almost pleading, and you shot her a questioning look. 

“Az? As in… Azriel?” you asked. She nodded her expression remaining grave. “What do you mean? Give him a chance to what?” 

“You know what I mean,” she pushed. “Give him a chance… to see if there’s a spark. There’s no pressure! I was just wondering if you had ever considered.” 

“I’m not following,” you felt your eyebrows pinch together as you tried to unravel her words. “How would I give him a chance? He doesn’t feel that way about me.”

“Very funny,” Mor snorted, rolling her eyes in good humor, but her eyebrows shot up when she saw you were completely serious. “You’re serious.” 

“Of course I’m serious,” you exclaimed. “Did you hit your head or something? Are we talking about the same Azriel? Tall, dark, handsome, speaks to shadows… that guy?” 

“Yes, that Azriel,” Mor replied. “The same one who is completely in love with you.” 

The air rushed from your lungs and you sputtered, you gasp soon turning into a high, keening giggle as you took in the absurdity of Mor’s statement. “That’s a good one, Mor,” you said, shaking your head. “But you really shouldn’t tease people.” 

Instead of joining in as you expected, Mor shook her head in apparent exasperation and sighed. “Look, I usually wouldn’t meddle,” she began, earning an incredulous look from you. “Not in something this personal, at least. But apparently, you’re dense enough that you need a little help, so I’ll spell it out for you. Azriel is head over heels in love with you and he has been for a while.” 

“You’re serious,” you said, shock sobering you. 

“Completely,” Mor nodded. “By the Mother, we all thought you were just great at pretending not to notice. You really didn’t know?!” 

You opened your mouth, only to shut it again when words failed you. “I don’t think… that can’t be…” 

“Well, it is,” Mor said. “You’re the last to know, apparently. And now that you do know, what do you think?”

“What do I think?” you echoed numbly. Your face felt numb and a ringing filled your ears as if Mor’s revelation was a physical blow. “I don’t understand.” 

“Look, if you don’t want things to change, they don’t have to,” she said. Her voice sounded distant like she was speaking from the other end of a long tunnel, and try as you might, you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the fireplace to look at her. “I just thought I’d throw it out there as an option.” 

The roaring in your ears grew, and if you hadn’t already been sitting, you were sure your knees would have buckled. Surely, Mor was joking… or just plain wrong. But one look at the pensive expression on her flawless face told you otherwise. Mor, as usual, was Truth, and she was being honest at this moment. 

“Y/N?” the sound of your name brought you out of your thoughts, and you took a deep breath before making any reply.

“He’s not in love with me,” you said. Your voice sounded flat and dull, the polar opposite of the chaos that was roiling within you. 

“He is,” was Mor’s retort.

“He’s not,” you insisted. Shock was giving way to irritation and you wanted to scream. Surely, you had enough crushed hope to last a lifetime by now. “I would know.”

Mor simply laughed at that. “Apparently, you wouldn’t know,” she said, “because he totally is.” 

To your horror, helpless tears sprang to your eyes. It wasn’t her fault. Your friend didn’t know of your feelings for Azriel, so she couldn’t know how much this was ripping your heart out. But it was, and your composure was beginning to crumble. “You don’t understand,” you averted your eyes, furiously blinking back tears. “He can’t be.”

“Why not?” Mor’s voice had lost its teasing edge as she rounded her desk to sit next to you. When you finally looked up, concern and confusion were all you could read on her face. “Make me understand, Y/N.”

“He can’t be in love with me,” you said again, staring at the fire as you steeled yourself to make the confession. “He can’t be, because I’m in love with him.” 

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Azriel took deep breaths as he approached the Townhouse and worked to adopt the calm facade he usually wore without effort. There were very few things that could make the shadowsinger truly nervous, and you were at the top of the list. It had been more than a day since your last conversation, and while Azriel told himself he was giving you time to cool off, he knew that wasn’t the whole reason he had stayed away. In truth, Azriel needed time as well. Time to shore up the gaping hole in his chest and to tamp down the impulses that your presence had brought out. He had been so close to telling you the truth, and yet, he had never been further. The worst part was, he couldn’t decide if it was a blessing or a curse that you left before he lost his cool entirely. Part of him wished he’d just blurted it out if only to get the burden off his shoulders. But he knew you, knew your heart, and it would be selfish to put you through the pain of rejecting him. 

So, when you rushed out of the House and into Cassian’s arms, he went to the roof instead of chasing after you. He stayed up there for several hours, punching and kicking and running until his knuckles bled and his legs shook from exertion. When he finally stopped, it wasn’t because the roaring of his thoughts had quieted or the yearning within him had ceased, but the insistence of his shadows, who were growing increasingly agitated as he ignored their pleas to rest. He acquiesced eventually, long after the sun had set over the city, and trudged down the steps towards his now empty room. 

Cassian caught him in the hallway, his customary humor nowhere to be found as he appraised the shadowsinger. “Are you okay?” he asked. It was a stupid question and one they both knew he wouldn’t answer honestly, but Azriel appreciated the invitation to open up, nonetheless. Even after five hundred hears of his taciturn nature, Cassian still offered an ear every time. 

“M’fine,” was all Azriel had muttered, brushing past his brother without a second look. He hadn’t thought about the way your smell would linger in his rooms, and when he opened the door, it drove the air out of his lungs as if he’d been walloped. Something like grief settled within him when he flopped down onto the sheets that smelled so strongly of you. The feeling weighed heavy in his chest, following him into his dreams when he finally drifted off.

When he woke the next morning, he ignored the tug in his chest as he inhaled, struck once more by the unyielding urge to search you out. He had only just avoided laying himself bare before you, and now he was itching to throw himself back in the fire. He wondered if this qualified as a form of masochism, to subject himself to the thing he wanted most but could never have. Perhaps it was, but the realization didn’t help and soon his wings were carrying him towards the Townhouse where you dwelled, driven by self-destructive tendencies and the selfish craving to see you again. 

He stood outside the Townhouse door for a long minute after he arrived, debating whether or not to knock. On one hand, it seemed like the polite thing to do. On the other, he did technically live in the Townhouse from time to time, and not letting himself in would probably be seen as odd. In the interest of maintaining a facade of normalcy, he took one last moment to screw his features into a neutral mask and walked in. 

The lower level of the Townhouse was empty, but he could hear the faint muttering of two feminine voices coming from the second floor. Mor had taken to living at the River House most of the time and had recently converted her old bedroom into an office. She said it was to get some peace and quiet away from Rhysand, but Azriel wondered if she did it to stay closer to you. 

At one point in his life, he thought he was in love with Mor. He was sure his feelings for the blonde were as intense as they could get, that she was it for him. Then he met you, and the affection he’d felt for his friend paled in comparison. It was nearly laughable, in hindsight, that he had been so hung up on Mor. Now, he envied her, for the friendship she had with you. 

He contemplated the change in his feelings as he ascended the stairs, his steps silent as ever. When he reached the landing, he paused before turning the corner into Mor’s office, his ear pricking as he caught the tail end of your sentence. 

“He doesn’t feel that way about me,” you were saying to Mor, your tone slightly sad. Were you talking about a suitor? A friend? Azriel froze, torn between making his presence known and learning the context of that sentence, his shadows already swirling around him, concealing him from sight. 

Before he could make a decision either way, Mor let out a scoff, “Very funny.” There was a pause, and Azriel resisted the urge to send his shadows around the corner, to ask them to describe the look on your face. “You’re serious,” Mor said after a long moment, sounding incredulous. 

You spoke up, then, sounding almost scandalized. “Of course I’m serious. Did you hit your head or something? Are we talking about the same Azriel? Tall, dark, handsome, speaks to shadows… that guy?” Azriel’s mouth went dry, his heartbeat stuttering when you said his name. Now he was sure he should make his presence known. Eavesdropping was one thing, but listening in on a conversation about himself was too far. Aside from the obvious invasion of privacy, did he really want to know what you would say behind his back?

He willed himself to cough or move, to stop the conversation from progressing before he heard something he didn’t want to hear, but his feet remained rooted in place. A heartbeat later, Mor was responding in the affirmative, and Azriel’s stomach dropped. “Yes, that Azriel. The same one who is completely in love with you.” 

Azriel’s heart seemed to stop in his chest as time ground to a halt. Mortification and dread swamped him and his shadows pulled in tighter, ready to ferry their master away from the nightmare unfolding just around the corner. He remained frozen in place, though, unable to resist the temptation of hearing your reaction. Distantly, he felt slightly betrayed that Mor had revealed his secrets, but he supposed he had his own lack of subtly to blame for that. Despite how his friends thought his affections for you were obvious, though, he had managed thus far to keep you from suspecting. Until now.

The silence that hung after Mor’s words seemed to stretch on for minutes while Azriel stood paralyzed. Then, a laugh rang out, so out of place he all but jumped at the sound. It took him a moment to figure out the laugh was coming from you, and his stomach dropped. He didn’t know what he expected, but laughter felt like a particularly cruel twist. It reminded Azriel of the way adults giggle at children when they make outrageous declarations, amused, and almost pitying. Was it really so preposterous, to picture Azriel at your side? He knew the answer, but a small part of him still hoped it wasn’t.

Azriel was traveling through shadows before he made the conscious decision to leave, unwilling to subject himself to further torment. He hadn’t heard the full conversation, hadn’t really known that you were laughing at his expense, but his insecurity filled the gaps in his knowledge, edging out logic with self-loathing and melancholy. Despite all of this, he wasn’t angry at you. You had every right to reject him. It was nothing less than expected, and he had been mentally preparing for it for years. He always knew you would reject him. He’d even made peace with it. So why did he feel so devastated? 

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Can you explain to me how the Titan enforces Christian Fundamentalism?

The Titan makes the only crime Belos committed be that he was a false prophet. Luz is beyond reproach though because she is a true prophet and a true believer. She is then sent to murder a men, blessed with holy power and strength in her convictions, by that God... And we are supposed to cheer.

This isn't even much of an exaggeration or dramatization. The Titan's answer to Luz's fears about justifying horrible acts in the name of protecting others is essentially this. That Belos' true crime wasn't in wanting to kill, oppress or lie. It's that he did it for selfish, self aggrandizing reasons. That if he'd simply been honest and earnest, he might feel a little bad for a mistake or two here or there, like the Titan is about the Collector, but he would have been entirely justified in his genocide. Just like they are beyond approach for wanting this man dead.

As the show says "He wants to be a hero and have the power," but then Luz comes in, trying to have a badass one liner for her return and even says "Darn it, I still can't think of what to say" which isn't even a reference to an earlier part of the show (I don't think at least). It implies Luz waited to come back when it would be the most dramatic and when she was most ready to look the part of the hero. She even references Azura, the FICTIONAL HERO, in her last speech and goes back to the catchphrase she wanted for a hero just nuking a bitch. She TOOOOTALLY doesn't care about being a hero though and because of that, she's all good to be doing all of this. That's what the Titan claimed at least.

Worse yet is that we only really have the Titan's word for glory and power being all Belos cared about. The fucker spent CENTURIES on the Isles. He deformed his body and probably doesn't believe he'll go to Heaven anymore with how much magic he had to internalize in order to pursue the goal of genocide. Even when alone, with no one to prove anything to, he still talks about saving souls and just needing to survive to do this. He's okay with dying afterwards because he DOESN'T care about the glory. Literally the only time he seems to give a shit about other people's approval and the status this might get him is the Witch Hunter General lines and you know what, I don't think it's entirely unfair for him to hope to get some recognition out of four hundred years of work, even if that work was pure evil. You could maybe say Philip's journal shows a hero complex but A: that still doesn't make his belief in protecting others a lie, just means that he has an ego about it, and B: is from hundreds of years ago and he literally abandoned the journal eventually. Abandoned his own heroic tale. By the finale... His intentions are pure. At bare minimum, that's how they are framed by the show itself with his desperation to do this, even at the cost of ending himself. So why does he deserve to die by the show's logic?

Well... He doesn't. He doesn't even deserve to be stopped because his faith is earnest. Except... It's not the right faith, is it? Belos doesn't believe in magic. Doesn't believe in the Titan. He is a blasphemer and false prophet. But now Luz has actually spoken with the Titan, been friends with his son and spread her ideals across the Isles, ideals which are strictly not the Isle's ways but that do theoretically make the basis of the Titan claiming she's a good witch (which is also referencing Azura potentially). The literal first person we meet on the Isles doesn't give a shit about things like lying, cheating, etc. and the early episodes give the impression that no one here does. That Belos doesn't force conformity on that matter even, making it so that these baseline morals that Luz disagrees with are earnest and honest. And yet, none of them are allowed to stay that way. They all enter her fold and listen to explicitly her morality. A morality that happens to line up with Christian morals and that the Titan seems to approve of.

And again, that's not interpretation. The finale actually straight up confirms this isn't the Isle's morality and REVELS in that fact. Belos begs for his life, saying they are not murderers, scoundrels and killers. That their culture demands better of them because they're human. Luz doesn't disagree... But she also doesn't do the act herself (unless you want to say she brought on the rain, but then you have her boiling a man to death which is just HORRIFYING.) Then, in a moment we're supposed to cheer for, Luz's closest connections with the Isles, and Raine tacked on, show up, proudly say they're not better than murderers, and stomp the fucker out. Not a quick mercy killing like a blast of magic or a magic scream might have done. Not the eviscerating explosion Luz had to do as a part of stopping him. No, instead, they brutally stomp out a defenseless, dying man before Raine literally says, "That was satisfying."

Our. Heroes.

And don't get me wrong: Belos needed to die. Thematically it's correct and narratively it's correct. The problem is how the show frames this final conflict. It literally asks if it's okay to kill him. What is a reasonable justification for murder. For even wanting another person to die. For a lot of kids, this might be the first time they hear ANY nuance on this topic. So what is the lesson imparted? Is it that sometimes force is necessary but we should only do it when we are certain that more lives will be lost otherwise and that there is no other option? That'd be a great way to show the Titan actually learned something from his mistake with the Collector. Is it that we can't show tolerance to the intolerant because they will only ever take and destroy? Refute an argument that modern racists use to allow hate speech and actions against others. Is it the simple fact that because Luz actually fears being monstrous, she won't end up the same way because that fear and hesitation will never let her commit the sort of genocide that Belos desires? Or heck, say they aren't racist without saying the word by going "We judge him for his actions and the cruelties he has committed, not by the cruelties of a people or the circumstances of their birth." All of which would be varying degrees of fine morality wise and are genuinely ways good people cope with having to commit horrific violence.

No. Instead, it's just that one did it while excusing it with lies while Luz will do it with pure faith in her heart. You... You do know that the VAST majority of Christians literally use this as a way to dismiss bad actors in the church itself? "He doesn't represent all Christians! He didn't actually hold the faith!" Do you think every brimstone and fire preacher is just a complete liar and not a SINGLE one of them genuinely believes what they preach? Because I'm sorry to break it to you but even as far back as the fucking Crusades, while sure the leaders were corrupt, secular men, most of the soldiers were genuinely god fearing people, terrified for their souls and seeking this as their only form of penance, especially as they saw it as protecting Christianity. It's one of the reasons they were able to do so much damage because the goal for the common soldier wasn't conquest or national pride. It was to murder the other culture who had taken sacred land. They believed earnestly... So were they justified in the massacres of civilians that they committed?

And this is without getting into how we have literally a Holy Trinity of the father (the Titan's corpse), the son (King, who is exceptionally self sacrificing eventually), and the holy ghost, in a very literal sense. Or how about the glyphs being called the Titan's Language and given to Luz to empower her? How invoking simply his words grants one exceptional power? The Hexside Squad in the finale use glyphs, half of them for the first time, to supplement their powers while dead exhausted and it doesn't seem to just be able to help them, it is still keeping them close to their normal power level and potentially energizing them with how not tired they appear to be while doing this. Almost like they're prayers, pulling on the power of a higher being.

But those elements don't matter. For the sake of the Titan supporting Christian Fundamentalism, all that matters is that he puts faith above what is morally correct. That you can excuse any action so long as you are genuine in the belief that you are doing it for the right reasons. Eda could be making this same argument and it would still be wrong and morally reprehensible.

It's literally "The ends justify the means," and how is that your final lesson, for your main character, in a KID'S SHOW? Let alone when that is EXACTLY the argument Belos, THE VILLAIN, has always made. Not just with wiping out witches but with petrification, lying to Lilith, manipulating Hunter, etc. etc. That it was all justified for his grand, 'good' ends.

I already stated arguments that could have been made, that wouldn't have taken much more time to do (if any), that would fix this so don't you DARE even consider bringing up the shortening with this. It is one scene that does the vast majority of this. Arguably, like five lines tops. Five lines that destroy the morality of your very show and any chance at saying Christian Fundamentalism is wrong.

All because its last message wasn't that prophets should be questioned. Only that there are prophets to listen to explicitly and that you should avoid false prophets... Somehow. Maybe just ask if they like anime I guess?

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This was first written before I saw the finale, then I tried to make minor adjustments because of the better absorption of events but ended up rewriting the whole thing because I wanted to better focus on just the hypocrisy and god awful morals than talking about if the Titan counted as God or god.

Also, just for those curious: I was raised on Christian morals and did go to church when I was VERY young. My faith nowadays is that I consider there to be comfort in there being a higher power but that I do not care what form they take, nor do I really like organized religion as while it brings comfort and community to many, it also is all too easy to corrupt with personal greed and anger. I've been told the closest label to this is agnostic.

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