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circeyoru · 2 months

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Hi.. Can I ask for yandere alastor with the reader who owns his soul, ( more questions because I'm curious about this scenario )....

What would it be like if the reader, through guilt, gave her soul to Alastor, like it would be fair for the reader to give her soul to Alastor, since he gave his soul to the reader ( would Alastor see this as a distorted marriage proposal? as a declaration of love, distorted? )

What would it be like if the others at the hotel found out about this relationship between Alastor and reader? What would it be like if there were more than 1 yandere, what would it be like if vox or lucifer slowly became yanderes for the reader, what would happen?

To those that have no idea what this is talking about, check out {Unwanted Soul}

I am not kidding when I say there's a back-to-back request on the first question. So I had to answer in the other request cause this second question's answer's gonna be a long one

For the 2nd question.

Part 1. Basically, Charlie and the other's reaction to finding out about Alastor and Reader's relationship, including the soul-owning thing (but not the details like limited power, or you healing Alastor)

As a baseline, they all unanimously agreed that Alastor was the one completely and utterly obsessed with you, and you just accepted it and made the best of the situation. Niffty: She doesn't see an issue. Alastor had mentioned you to her beforehand. She was also the one to fix up your room before you moved in. She encourages and even asks for your secret. How did you get bad boy Alastor to commit to you? She wants some of the action too. (you told Alastor to keep Niffty away from you whenever she's in that crazy zone, but then you got used it to, somewhat) Husk: He thought he could use it to his advantage. You were the timid and quiet type. So he actually tried to get your sympathy to his situation, Alastor was being threatening, Alastor was being mean. Haha, no go. Because you didn't care. He picked up that your attention and interest is very limited and hard to gain, Alastor taking years to do so even. Now Husk gave up on trying to get you to help his situation, but when he saw Alastor acting that docile to you and you not using your powers against Alastor? He's envious that you weren't the one to hold his soul Angel: Shocked. 100% shocked that Alastor willingly given his soul to a weaker demon (he never saw you battling Adam or your powers and abilities in action). Similar to Husk, he's actually envious that you didn't do anything against Alastor's will, even when you have his soul in the palm of your hands. He saw that Alastor was as free as a bird, really. He also wanted that freedom that Alastor had and the bond you two shared. He's very confused as to why Alastor was that enamoured with you though, you weren't anything special (don't let Alastor hear that). He spoke to you since about it and you agreed without missing a beat. Yeah, he's so confused Vaggie: A bit of Husk and Angel's reaction. She's shocked that you own Alastor's soul and have his affection, confused that Alastor gave his soul to you and acts lovey-dovey with you, and grateful that you were the one to have Alastor's soul. While it was a bit to take in, knowing that you were less inclined to violence and destruction, you weren't a threat to the hotel or Charlie. So that was good. Still, she is aware that your emotions can flip easily and Alastor will act on them faster than you'd stop him or you just won't. She knows you're a landmine and she needs to be careful Charlie: Very very supportive. Her brain literally skipped the whole soul-owning bit. Alastor loves you a lot and you love Alastor in your own unique way. It's like her and Vaggie! She's so happy to have another couple in the hotel. She'd try arranging double dates, if that's possible. Alastor's 100% for it since he gets to spend time with you, but knows you'd rather not have other strangers (Charlie and Vaggie) roped into your hobby and interest. She tries to give relationship advice and ask for some from you and Alastor. The first few times, you let her, but then you got annoyed with it. It wasn't established that you and Alastor were a couple and he didn't mind, with that label also coming out of Charlie's mouth. You were quick to avoid her whenever you wandered around the hotel. Alastor steps in and strictly warns Charlie not to try helping again Lucifer: Very hesitant to accept it, but lets his skeptism go when he sees you were happy and fine with the situation. He's amazed that you got Alastor to give his soul to you that easily, but he's also scared that you might have gotten into deep sh*t with you connection with Alastor. He keeps an eye out for you, sometimes checking in with you too

Part 2. What if there's more yanderes for Reader?

Are you trying to exhaust yourself? Yanderes you mentioned, Lucifer and Vox crave attention and you don't exactly give a lot. Remember, you're a shut-in and you can do without the extra presence around you. Since Alastor is more than enough (he's so happy to hear that). Needless to say, you avoid a repeat of what happened to Alastor. You read and watch anime, you know the signs. The reason why Alastor was let into your life was because he was the one giving you attention and didn't hinder you, plus he grew on you. Another thing, time. It took Alastor 7 years and you still sent him away to the hotel to work for some minor interest of yours. You think there can just be a new yandere? No, no. You're happy to prove that you were no pushover. Alastor is essentially under your command and he will happily take your orders and fulfil them beyond your expectations. So Vox is trying to spy on you? "Cut off his power, Alastor." Yeah, the Vee's entire area was out of electricity for a good few days. Lucifer's breaking into your room? "Alastor, set up a barrier." You're in some form of shadow realm, curtsy of Alastor's power, with all you ever need. You are the type to stick to one extreme and have sides as 'back-up', you can have Lucifer as a friend, but never a yandere since you can't handle it. As for Vox? You don't even know him. At least with Lucifer, you once worked for him. Plus Vox is Alastor's rivial, right? Let them fight, you're sure Alastor can handle it even with his powers limited.

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shadowskulls-blog · 3 months

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Carmilla Carmine with gf that was separated before they got married in life, reunite in death bc her gf was trying to steal some weapons and they fight but don’t recognize each other until one of them says something that’s an inside joke then they’re reunited and fluff ensues

Ohhh, yes! I love this. Also, I have read all the wiki's and done my research, so if something is not right....I'm sorry

* sfw, fluff, with a tiny hint of nsfw *

"You're foolish, you know that?" Carmilla spat at the hooded intruder holding double blades. She came by to do a routine check around the place until she noticed this woman, prying one of the boxes open, trying to steal her guns.

Not only did they get in which, kinda surprised her. But they were still standing against her, her. The most powerful overlord in the pride ring.

"No hard feelings, tall lady. I just like taking a 100 percent off discount on my stuff, " the woman said, flipping the blades in her hands as she stepped back a bit. The light's above showing her cocky grin

Camilla groaned as she started getting annoyed since it was making her remember her past life. She could only stand one person like this. But that was....years ago. But not now. She's not letting someone steal her work without a price or a limb going undone...

"Well, that's not going to happen," Carmilla said as she dashed forward, stepping side to side as she kept her eyes on the hooded woman. watching her closely as she was doing the same. Carmilla manged to get behind as the two of them began they're battle

The hooded woman managed to keep her ground as she blocked off Carmilla's kicks off her by hitting the blades at the angelic armor, Carmilla hummed as she fell to the ground kicking the woman off her feet, the woman yelped out in pain at the aching pain in her ankles and lower legs

Carmilla then zipped back up, grabbing the smaller woman by her neck and knocking the blades out of her hand. The hooded woman grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her hand away but to no avail as Carmilla tightened her grip around the woman's neck

"Heh- ah....guess I lost my way to woman with long legs..." the woman said with a choked chuckle, Carmilla then stopped choking the woman for a moment, a gasp escaping her lips as...

"I know my way with long-legged woman, don't I, Cammy?"

"Y/n?" Carmilla questioned as she pinched the woman's hood, hoping it was her wife. They had been separated when she died, but has she finally come back to her. Carmilla pulled the hood up to see they're face but, a new look and everything but still. That's the woman she married long ago and loved for years, even after death

"Cammy? Is that...holy shit ha ha... how did you get more beautiful? and taller, too!" You said with tears forming in your eyes as Carmilla's was the same. Soon, she wrapped her arm around your back and let go of your neck only to hold your face as she pulled you in for a kiss.

Both your lips connected with a smile as you wrapped your arms around her tightly. Both of you then let go, only for you to start giving her cheek kisses.

"My god! How did you get taller while I stayed the same height?" You asked with a chuckle as Carmilla held you in her arms since she kicked the spirt out of your ankles.

"Mi amor, how I have missed you. Didn't expect us to be reunited with a fight, " Carmilla joked as she creased your face gently. You blushed as you held her hand and gave her a heartwarming smile you knew she loved.

"Hey, love works in mysterious ways, does it not?" You said smiling at her as she held you close, after all these years. She'd finally found you, death might have part you both in the living world, but now you both have another life to live out your love in.

Sorry if it was short. But I hope it was good

#carmilla carmine #carmilla carmine x reader #hazbin hotel

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hells-wasabii · 2 months

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A/N: it’s currently 4 am, i made this on a whim, and I honestly haven’t proof read it so hopefully it’s readable at least

Character: Lute

Headcanons (Lute x reader, NSFW, Fluff)

WARNING!!! NSFW ahead!!

She's quite honestly talkative, to the point where she'll slow down or out right start to tease you. She wants you to know just how good you’re being. On top of that, nicknames are absolutely a thing with Lute. If you’re an angel she’ll call you dove or something along the lines

Lute is dominant by nature . Even when she's not on top, she's in control. She likes that she controls the pace, the position. It’s almost intoxicating how much trust you put in her, because for Lute that’s what it’s really about, not about the control but rather the trust.

But don’t be mistaken, the whole control thing is pretty cool too. She has a habit of leaving her mark too. Bites, scratches, hickies? Nothings really off the table for her unless it’s something you don’t want.

She loves making you work for it too, loves making you beg. Circling back to how she’s a talker, Lute would ask things along the lines of should she let you unravel? Would make it into a little power play. But she will, she always does.

I really feel like lute would be pretty bad after care not intentionally not because she doesn’t care but more because she doesn’t really know how to.

She'll get it eventually though, Lute is a quick learner. She’ll outright ask what you would like her to do in terms of aftercare, because honestly I don't think that she'd know what to do on her own. Snacks, maybe a movie?

She’s not the best when it comes to words, but she does her best. Just don't go expecting her to be whispering sweet nothings in your ear straight away, but she’s getting there.Her awkward fumbling is honestly quite endearing(in my humble opinion)

Her own personal favorite is just laying there, holding you close with her wings draped over you. Maybe even tracing little shapes against your arm or shoulder with her thumb

#hazbin hotel #hazbin imagine #hazbin headcanons #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lute #hazbin hotel lute #lute x reader

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3d-wifey · 3 months

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NSFT Alphabet: Star (poly!lost boys + Michael) Edition

A/N: I needed to add my girl Star to the equation. It's been a WIP for ages, but I decided to finish it to give my brain a little break from writing Chapter 14 of the Finnick story---which should be the next thing I post. This is to be read in conjecture with the nsfw alphabet: poly!lost boys edition since it's all the same universe.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Out of all of your partners, you and Star are certainly the closest. Emotionally, at least. When it's just the two of you, it always ends in caressing skin, giggling, and whispering declarations of love to each other. All in all, it's very soft. You're very soft on each other. If you're with the other boys, she'd love for you to lay on her while the two of you watch them goof around.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Her favorite body part of hers is her legs. She loves how it feels when you rub your hands up and down them. She especially loves wrapping them around your waist. She loves all of you, especially your hips. She's insatiable, standing behind you with her hands gripping your sides, always touching. She can't get enough of you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

She loves it when you cum on her strap. That way she can fuck into your mouth while she makes you clean it off. She loves coming on your face the most. The pure joy in your eyes when she puts her full weight on your face is almost as gratifying as the orgasm.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This is a shared one between you and her. The boys will usually send you out together to lure them a meal or two in. I mean, the combined beauty and seductive power between you two is enough to make a nun break her vows.

And whenever that happens, Star has the nifty idea to play up the flirting, so to speak. You could very well get the job done with fleeting touches and coy smiles, instead, Star hangs off of the arm of one guy and you play with the hair of another. Of course, in full view of the boys. The entire point is to make them jealous. And when David, because obviously, confronts you both about it with snippy little comments like "Have fun, girls?" or "You two were playing longer than expected." You just shrug with innocent smiles and hold hands. After all, they're the ones that told you to seduce the prey. They can't get too upset at their own idea, especially when it works so well (they can and they do).

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Star was turned in the 70s, the era of free love, so she's had her fair share of partners. That being said, she has more experience with girls than she does with boys. So you're in good hands.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Need I say more? I will say more. She loves being on top of you as you grind your wet cunts together. What's not to love? From up there, she can dictate the pace and just how hard she wants to go. Watching you writher and whine under her, the sounds of your begging, and just how wet you both are. It makes her feel desperate to reach her high until she grinds faster and faster against you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

She might grace you with one of her angelic laughs every now and then. But honestly, it's almost always a very giggly affair. You're a couple of giggly girls in love.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Picture this: you're at Woodstock, you're on crazy hard drugs, the guy on stage is on crazy hard drugs, the people you're having an orgy with are on crazy hard drugs. It's a time of peace and nature and free love, man. You don't need any of that consumer shit the Man says you do, like razors or scissors or basic hygiene. That kind of mindset has sorta stuck with Star even after she turned. But she does trim it before it can get too wild. So, think more of a shrub than a bush.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Now, you're speaking her language. The only person who can rival her in this department is Dwayne, but why would you pit two queens against each other? Between the two of them, you're gonna be showered in so many romantic gestures you'll get a rash in the shape of a heart.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

No need ;)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Enthusiastic consent: There’s something about the desperation of your begging, it’s a heady feeling knowing just how much you want her.

Mommy Kink: You may have awakened Michael's, but he awakened hers. Now, it's almost guaranteed that whenever you and Star have sex with the boys, they're getting dominated. You're a tag team, a dynamic dom duo. Everybody say “thank you” to Michael. You give up the reins to her whenever it's just you two. Good choice.

Overestimation: To others, of course. Even if you think you can't cum anymore, she surprises you by coaxing another and another and—you get it. Doesn't stop until you and your pussy are crying (Paul loves to be a witness to this). The guys aren't exempt from it. When the dynamic dom duo is loose, the boys get to find out if that accelerated healing is fast enough to stop them from shooting blanks.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In her room, one of the surviving rooms of the sunken hotel the boys eventually cleared out for her and moved her bed into.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Pain, but not her own. Odd, for how compassionate she is. She’s not getting horned up over Michael stubbing his toe or grievous harm done to her partners. There’s more nuance than that. Like, the first time you let her give you a piercing, she got alarmingly wet. That kind of pain. Regardless, you wanting her gets her going. Especially if you’re begging her even if you don’t have to considering she gives into you the easiest.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No anal, that hole is off-limits. It's never interested her before, and it sure as shit doesn't now. Sorry, Marko. No period sex, for obvious reasons. If she thought resisting blood was hard before, boy was she in for a surprise. Your period is almost harder on her than it is on you! But she endures it because she loves her baby :(

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers to give you head even though she enjoys your mouth very much, hence why your period is a tricky time of the month for her—for the tribe as a whole, honestly. The boys are especially greedy around that time, they make you feel like a damn capri-sun but at least they take care of your cramps. While the boys are enjoying breakfast in bed, Star and Michael learn the true meaning of restraint.

Prefers to get head from the boys though. Queen shit.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on many factors and what position. She's strapping you down from the back? Fast and deep strokes. Missionary? She's going slow and deep, making sure you feel every inch despite your begging for her to go faster. Tribbing? Fast and rough, she's usually just as desperate as you to cum. The pace with the boys depends on who she's with and if it's more than one person.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies for y'all involve either fingering or oral. The boys might like the thrill of doing it in public, but she prefers the cave where she can lay you out the way she likes. But, she will be taken by the urge to make you cum, and if it just so happens to be in public? Welp. Que her fingers honing in on your G-spot in a truly diabolical fashion. It feels like she knows the intricacies of your vagina better than you do. (Off-topic side note: it's a toss-up between her and Dwayne for who makes you squirt for the first time.)

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Like I said for the boys. Safe, sane, consensual—but, unlike them, she actually cares about the sane and safe part too. It's hard to consider much of anything a risk that isn't garlic, holy water, stakes, and the sun. If it's something all parties involved are okay with, then Star is too. (Still no anal).

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Supernatural stamina, even as a half-vampire. Goes for a loooooong time, especially with that overestimation kink. If it's just the two of you, you won't even remember how many rounds there's been. Truly insatiable, you'll need someone to tap in (likely Michael).

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Strap-on, obviously. You actually go pick it out with her since, you know, you're the one she's using it on. Michael tags along. She mainly tops whenever y’all break the strap out. Even if you're wearing it, she's riding you.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

She loves to tease. She’s not teasing you, you're her baby, and she can't deny you anything. Now, the boys are a different story. She much prefers to tease them with you.

Something she likes to do with you when they’ve pissed her off, or pissed you off, or just because she wants to is to start making out and feeling each other up in the cave while the boys are distracted with wrestling or smoking or doing something other than doting on their pretty girlfriends.

But the gag is, the boys aren't allowed to join in. It’s always so fun getting them desperate and seeing their reactions. You two usually make a bet about who’ll cave and approach the two of you first. They typically send in Michael or Dwayne since Michael typically isn’t the one pissing you off and Dwayne is, well…he’s Dwayne.

It’s even more fun to do it on the boardwalk because their pride won’t let them grovel like they need to in order for you and Star to let them in on the fun. So they’re forced to watch and not touch.

And if anyone is dumb enough to say anything in front of your five very protective/quick-to-anger boyfriends when they’re already frustrated, well, free meal, am I right?

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Ah, so pretty. Surprisingly raspy. Low tones and sweet moans. She really makes you feel her voice.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

This goes for the whole tribe actually, but she can smell when you’re ovulating. Yeah, and it affects her viciously. Especially when it falls a week after your period. She’s a weak woman, she’s already had to abstain from you for, like, a week. She needs her fix. Truly, as soon as you step foot into that cave when you’re ovulating, you’re getting accosted by seven ANIMALS (>)0o0)>

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A perky B cup with brown nipples that get hard even when it's not cold. A proud member of the FPS, Fat Pussy Society

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very high, and she is a fiend. But she’s also a lady, so she wears her horniess better than the guys.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Like I said in the aftercare, you’re very soft together and then you pass out together. It’ll really happen between one blink and the next. Suddenly you’re kissing each other, and then, bam! You’re drooling and snoring together. The boys find it adorable, sans Michael who’s passed out with y'all. Makes their undead hearts skip a beat.

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angel-and-serpent · 9 months

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That Kiss scene

Since none of us will be able to get that scene out of our heads until season 3 is released, here's something to think about.

Aziraphale and Crowley will always complement each other's natures and actions, no matter what. They're the perfect counterpart in all situations, including moments of self-sabotage, unfortunately.

So when Crowley planted that kiss on Aziraphale, it was the parallel of Aziraphale taking off his halo.

Both were trying to protect innocent parties from danger that they inadvertently brought down upon themselves.

Aziraphale was trying to protect Nina & Maggie, after she accidentally invited the demons to come over the boundary. She had good intentions, and wanted to look brave in front of her potential love interest, but had no idea of the disaster she'd caused until it was too late. With no other moves left, Aziraphale had no choice left but to reluctantly use his precious books reveal his halo in order to eliminate the threat against them. By doing so, he made an open declaration of war upon Hell, and invoked the Wrath of The Powers that Be, both from above and below. Just as Maggie hadn't intended to summon the demons into the bookshop, Aziraphale hadn't meant to draw them in, either. It was the only ace left up his sleeve, and we've all seen how well he practices magic.

Likewise, Crowley had also revealed himself to be a (once) powerful angel to others, under equal duress. First Hell thought they had the right to invade the bookshop, now Heaven thought they had the right to invade their new lives. They were an open threat to Their Side, and had wormed their way through to Aziraphale, appealing to his benevolence. One thing Crowley knows, is that sometimes the most difficult thing that he has to save Aziraphale from is Aziraphale himself. The offer from the Metatron is a classic case of Divide & Conquer, and he managed to do just that by swaying Aziraphale into returning to Heaven with a promotion, no less. What else could Crowley do? Therefore, by him giving Aziraphale that kiss, and revealing his feelings for him - something he'd also kept hidden in plain sight for a millenia - Crowley, declared war on Heaven in return.

Such a pity that Aziraphale didn't see it that way...

But I have the utmost faith in these silly sods to work things out and get back together. Not just out of fan service, or even out of plot formula (this is the Bandstand all over again, folks). No, it's because of the undeniable chemistry and deeper loyalty that they have to one another. Aziraphale has made a deal with the Devil Metatron, but his intentions were hardly self-centred. The kiss that Crowley gave him was not a last hurrah, but a last ditch effort of assurance. Both of them wants to protect the other out of love, even if it means subjecting themselves through pain and humiliation. Even at the very end, as heartbroken and betrayed as Crowley felt, he still let Aziraphale walk away to do as he wished, despite not agreeing with his reasoning. Aziraphale did the same in return, with both probably still determined to continue protecting the other, albeit from afar. Is there any greater show of love than such selflessness? They're still in love, even if the big daft babies don't know how to put their Big Feelings into words (or dance) yet.

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morewittepain · 1 month

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Toxic! Lute x fem! reader

Warnings: Semi-toxic relationship (Lute is bad at emotions), slight NSFW if you squint, LONG drabble

A/N: This one's not a request, just ramblings from my brain. I love toxic yuri and I love love love the song Casual by Chappell Roan so ofc I combined them. 💞

Being in a relationship with Lute would not be all sunshine and rainbows. Generally, Lute is a pretty blunt person and she doesn't have a good hold on her emotions, so if she managed to become interested in a person she would not be very good at dealing with that.

Once you became an Exorcist, she hadn't even realized she was staring until Adam started to point it out. She'd watch you train, watch you kill, and she'd be blushing bright gold the whole time — even worse when she got teased for it. And she would deny, deny, deny until it was too much to bear.

This would go on for months until she subconsciously starts to use her power to her advantage, barking out orders just to watch you carry them out in training, and projecting a bit too harshly when you mess up. She pushes you to do far too many push ups than humanly (angelically?) possible. She uses you as an example to all of the lower level Exorcists and berates you for making her look like a joke when you slip up or fumble with your sword skills. She spars a little too rough, knocking you on your ass over and over. She doesn't know how to cope with feeling things, so obviously the next best option is to bully you until it goes away! (Spoiler alert: it doesn't.)

And god is she PISSED about it. She's supposed to be a leader, untouchable, not some hopeless romantic too fixated on one of her trainees to focus on literally anything else. Though, when she shifts her focus to instead lashing out, she starts to fumble even more with her work.

You point it out one day in sparring, snickering about how she seems to care more about insulting you rather than watching her footing, and boy is she absolutely fuming. She literally drops everything and leaves the training center altogether.

You're not as stupid as she seems to think. You notice almost immediately how much she stares at you, and how much harder she seems to be on you than everyone else, and it's almost... cute? The way Adam taunts her every time she gives you an order, the way her wings flap aggressively, and the blush that spreads across her cheeks. So you purposely play into it. You fall when she jabs her sword into your practice armor and you make an effort to show off the arm muscles she can never seem to stop gawking over while you work. At the end of training, you pull off your shirt on occasion, ringing the dampness out all while in nothing but shorts and a sports bra, flapping your own wings only to draw more attention. While a bit more brutal than most budding relationships, it's all a game of cat and mouse. And damn if you're not winning.

It gets to be too much. You're sparring well after your designated training hours, both soaked with sweat and wearing furious expressions as you dodge the other's attacks, when you finally swipe her feet out from under her and knock her down completely. "You know," you say teasingly, "the way you're looking up at me makes me wonder if you're plotting my murder... or you're just horrible at flirting." But before you can get another word out, she's kicking her boot hard against your calf and pulling you down on top of her.

Like... literally on top of her.

She grabs you by the neck with a look of pure fury, and to your surprise she's absolutely attacking your mouth with the same aura of rage. Your lips move against each other aggressively, and she manages to flip you over and pin you to the padded floor mat with one hand gripping your shirt. She doesn't seem to quite know what she's doing, but she manages to bite your lip until you think you can taste blood — and she tastes it too. And it's the biggest rush she's ever had.

When you pull away, you grin, licking your lips. "What's wrong, lieutenant? Was it my form or my stance?"

Lute is panting hard, but she manages to spit out, "Your footing is weak," as she stands back up to grab her things. Because while she usually would choose fight, when it comes to romance her first instinct is to fly.

It goes like this for a while. You look forward to practicing one on one all day, beat the ever loving shit out of each other, and then fall into an even more aggressive make out session.

Then it blossoms into ducking into supply closets after particularly long days so she can pin you against the wall and take out all her frustrations.

It's always, always in secret though. You try to grab her hand in front of someone and she immediately drops it. You touch her shoulder and she shoves you off. You come within two feet of her and she's using her wings to nudge you to the side. Now that she's got you in private, she starts to pretend like you don't even exist in public.

When that yearly Extermination Day rolls around, she breaks off from the team of Exorcists and you quickly follow after, swishing your sword protectively.

"Leave me alone."

"I'm just doing my job."

"Yeah, well you're doing your job too fucking close to me."

"You didn't seem to mind me being close when—"

She backs you up against the side of a tall building, shrouded in the darkness of the alleyway. She uses the tip of her spear to hold you there, pointed precisely at the base of your throat, although not actually touching your skin in any way.

"I don't know what you seem to think we have going on, but let me spell it out for you," she hisses. "There is no 'this.' This is nothing, got it? We are nothing."

You swallow hard, but all you can do is nod and let her walk off, leaving you alone in the darkness. You don't kill many demons that night, but when you return to heaven to report back to Adam, you lie about your success. The praise is nice for supposedly killing a hundred demons when in reality the number was probably somewhere in the twenties, but it's quickly overshadowed when you notice Lute purposely avoiding your eyes.

Still, the next day she's pulling you back into the supply closet. She's attacking your lips while you dissociate with blank eyes, just barely kissing back, and she even manages to slide a hand beneath the waistband of your shorts.

It's not like you want the encounters to stop, because despite the realization that you're nothing more than a cheap way to blow off steam, it does feel good to feel desired in some way... it's just that... maybe things would be easier if this never started in the first place.

You never go to her place, but she shows up at your door on occasion. You let her push her way through, into your room, and you fall back onto the bed without a complaint. You let her kneel down in front of you. She doesn't ever strip for you, and she never lets you get her off, but she goes at you with little mercy like the whole thing is just another power trip to boost her ego.

It's not until you finally put a stop to it that she starts to even realize that she's hurting you in any way. She asks you to stay behind to spar one afternoon and you turn her down, telling her you're too tired and sore. She tries to drag you away from a meeting into an empty room and you shrug her off. She knocks on your door and you just turn your music up to drown out the noise.

Lute has a hard time with emotions like we've already established. She can't understand others' and she can't even pinpoint her own. She's been so shut down, so focused on being a soldier for so long that she can't recognize any feeling other than anger, fury, and... whatever she feels when she looks at you. As for what's going on in your head, she'd always assumed you were on the same page. That this was some sort of unspoken agreement that what the two of you had was just a casual... fling? She didn't know the word for it — someone you find so uncomfortably attractive, but can only bring yourself to kiss to quell the equally powerful feeling of pent up frustration.

But now you're the one shutting her out. At first she's furious. She starts leaving you out of training regiments and meetings to get back. She lets you fend for yourself. But there's just something about that look on your face... it's almost numb. The light has drained from your eyes. You look like a walking corpse. And she's slowly starting to realize that it's all her fault.

She's not really sure how to cope with that fact. She doesn't like getting personal or opening up. She shivers at the thought of a sappy conversation. And apologizing just feels so, so weak. So she asks Adam on a whim one day, keeping it as vague as possible.

They're alone, silently sitting across from each other while Adam speeds through his lunch and she simply stares at her own with no appetite. She looks up, finally mustering up the courage, and asks, "Sir... hypothetically, what would you... I don't know... Fuck." She bites her lip to keep from kicking herself. "What would you do if you hurt someone and you felt bad about it."

Surprisingly, Adam laughs so hard he nearly spits his drink all over himself. "You feel bad about something? You have a heart? Am I talking to a clone or something?" But when she doesn't answer, he just shrugs. "I don't know, get her flowers or something. Chicks love that shit."

Lute feels her lungs deflate right then and there. "How do you know it's a girl?"

"Lute, come on. You have an undercut. It's not rocket science."

And maybe she should be offended, but she doesn't really have any other option than to take his advice. So she stops by a florist and picks out a random bouquet (maybe she should pick something sappy, like flowers that remind her of your eyes, but she's still terrible at this) and knocks on your door once again. There's the tell take sign that you're ignoring her, the muffled music's volume increasing enough to make anyone go deaf, but after about five minutes of banging on the door you finally give up and open it.

You're both completely blank-faced, but she's nervously scratching the back of her neck as you start to close the door again. "Wait!" she calls, sounding pathetic to her own ears.

Your scowl only deepens in the doorway. "Look, Lute. If you think a few flowers are going to make me forget about everything just so you can get in my pants again, you're—"

"I'm sorry," she blurts out sheepishly. She wants to gag at the words and subconsciously steps on her own toes to quell the overthinking. When you don't say anything, she says again, "I'm sorry. I'm, uh... not good at feelings."

"I'll say." The door creaks just a few more inches, but she stops it from shutting completely with her hand.

"Don't make me say it again," she mumbles. "I just... I'm..." She draws in a long, deep breath. "I've never done this before — liked someone — and I don't like emotions, so I guess I hurt you on purpose, and I'm... sorry."

With an eye roll, you take the roses. "You're shitty at apologies too," you say, but then you catch a glimpse of her bashful expression and something feels almost genuine. You sigh. "Just don't drop my hand next time and we'll call it even."

Lute keeps that promise. Despite the nerves that rattle inside of her, the overwhelming feeling that everyone is watching, that she's giving into something she shouldn't, she doesn't just grab your hand the next day. She wraps a wing about you, squeezes your hand gently, and kisses you on the cheek with a dark blush spread across her face as she walks you out of the training room, out onto the busy streets.

"Maybe your swordwork isn't all that bad."

"Oh, shut up," you hiss, but there's a small smile creeping onto your lips.

#adam the lesbian ally #hazbin hotel lute #lute x reader #hazbin lute #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin #hazbin hotel fanfiction #x reader #lute smut #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x you #y/n #vivziepop

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generic-sonic-fan · 3 months

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I’d love to hear your headcannons on what G.U.N. thinks of the sonic cast! Idk what it is exactly but the idea of G.U.N. coming up with a bunch of plans in regards to (mostly) a bunch of teens and kids is intriguing to me

This is such a fun and interesting prompt, thank you so much for sending it! I love worldbuilding in the Sonic universe lol. LONG post below cut

Sonic:

The ultimate worst case scenario.

Much in the same way an ICBM can be anywhere in the world within 30 minutes, Sonic can be anywhere at any time and cause MASSIVE amounts of destruction.

GUN wasn't nearly as worried about Sonic before they tried to frame him in SA2. They thought it'd be easy to pin the blame of Shadow's behaviors on Sonic and then pardon him later.

They were wrong.

Now GUN threat evaluators place Sonic just behind Eggman in world threat level. They struggle to understand what his morals might be and all their attempts to reach out to Sonic and ask him to clarify have been met with a "nah!" from the hedgehog himself.

There's one group in particular within the organization who are extremely paranoid about Sonic to the point of suggesting proactive measures against him.

. . . which everyone else in the organization either laughs at/ignores/prohibits.

There is no set-in-stone contingency for Sonic, as nobody can agree on one, but the plan that has the most consensus is to somehow utilize Team Dark.

Any attempts to discuss this with Team Dark have been turned down. Shadow refuses to speak of it, Rouge laughs it off, and Omega refuses to collaborate because he promised Shadow he wouldn't.

Tails:

Due to Tails' extensive social media presence, GUN feels like they have pretty good tabs on what's going on in Tails' head at any given moment, so they're a lot less paranoid about him.

A very exclusive group of people brainstorm what the contingencies might be on the off chance Tails does present a threat to the world.

(Because even in discussing Tails, they're much more worried about Sonic's reaction to them have contingencies for the fox)

A lot of their contingencies for Tails are the same as those for Eggman. GUN feels pretty prepared for any sort of Tails Overlord scenario, actually.

Minus Sonic, that is.

Current GUN protocol is to treat Tails very very nicely so that Sonic doesn't start getting concerned.

This is why Tails is allowed to be Omega's primary mechanic.

Knuckles:

GUN sent drones directly to Angel Island. Once.

Their old protocol was for him to remain "uncontacted". Yikes.

After Knuckles started getting more involved in struggles against Eggman, GUN started doing more research into him.

Because he mostly stays up on Angel Island and acts as a competent guardian of the Master Emerald, GUN isn't too worried about him? If anything, they're glad that someone with a significant power level is preventing Eggman from stealing the ME.

They've tried to initiate diplomatic contact with him but he's turned them down every time

He knows that GUN monitors the ME from afar- sometimes on clear days he sees a GUN drone floating a few miles off of Angel Island.

It's a bit of an uneasy truce honestly. GUN's biggest concern is that Knuckles could start using the ME for his own purposes, but so far it hasn't looked like that would ever be the case.

As for contingency plans- GUN has asked Rouge if she thinks she'd be able to steal the Master Emerald. (To which she's replied yes, of course.)

The plan is to get the ME off of Angel Island and into a specially designed GUN stronghold in an undisclosed location.

Once the guardian is separated from his emerald, GUN is pretty sure they'll be able to deal with him.

(They are VASTLY underestimating him due to a lack of data)

Amy:

No contingency plans. She's flying under GUN's radar.

They probably should have something in place for her honestly.

See Knuckles' note about vast underestimation due to a lack of data.

Shadow:

The contingency for Shadow is the most detailed contingency file GUN has.

. . . and Shadow himself has helped write some of it.

The file has a long and storied history reaching all the way back 50 years. It's always been something on GUN's mind.

The current contingency is based on the idea that the first thing he'll do once he goes rogue is try to collect the chaos emeralds.

A lot of the plan involves setting a trap with lots and lots of firepower.

There's also an addendum of the plan about utilizing the other members of Team Dark, either to combat against Shadow or as hostages. Shadow is unaware of the latter. In either strategy, Omega is considered vital.

GUN has a lot of scientific data on Shadow's weaknesses to certain kinds/amounts of chaos radiation and all that jazz, so they feel a lot more confident about their ability to bring him down compared to Sonic.

Something about the enemy you know being better than the enemy you don't.

Rouge:

GUN has determined that Rouge is very unlikely to be a world-ending threat.

But a GUN-ending threat? Absolutely.

Rouge going rogue is the worst case scenario for GUN's continued survival as an organization.

They know they can't keep her out of their files or any of their locations. If she wants to sell all of their secrets or steal all of their tech, they know they're very unlikely to stop her.

Current contingencies include using the other members of Team Dark to persuade her against destroying the organization if they're willing to cooperate, or taking them hostage to negotiate if they're not.

They also plan on a public smear campaign against her- basically revealing everything they know about her while she tries to reveal everything about them.

Rouge knows about all of these plans, of course.

There's definitely a tension between her and GUN because of this.

The current plan is to treat her well and convince her to stay on GUN's side at all costs (usually through bribery!)

Omega:

GUN's contingencies for Omega are really, really barebones.

It pretty much just boils down to "destroy him".

They aren't too worried about him, kinda like with Tails. GUN knows how to destroy Badniks. They've been destroying Badniks for lots of years at this point.

If anything, they consider Omega to be the least threatening member of Team Dark and the best lynchpin for if either other member of the team goes rogue.

(It should be noted that they still expect any scenario where Omega goes rogue to have the highest number of immediate civilian casualties.)

See my fic on this

Silver:

HOO BOY, is GUN worried about Silver.

Not because of his powerset- GUN is pretty sure they can just knock him on the head to neutralize him.

(Like Knuckles and Amy, they are vastly underestimating him)

But the time travel shenanigans scare the shit out of them.

GUN is the sort of organization to have protocols in place for working with future or past versions of themselves.

They also fund a shitload of research into detecting changes and potential threats in the timeline.

(They detected the Sonic Generations incident when it happened and it remains one of the most intensely studied events.)

(They've also detected a strange sort of time blip over Soleanna, but every time someone gets interested in studying it, their drive seems to wane until they're no longer concerned about it. Strange. . .)

TL;DR: They treat Silver like a fucking SCP. Current protocol is for all agents to limit contact with him in order to prevent damage to the timeline.

Honestly if GUN wasn't so scared of him, Silver wouldn't exactly be opposed to getting their help managing the timeline shenanigans.

Blaze:

Blaze has not initiated any sort of formal diplomacy with any government or organization in Sonic's dimension.

GUN tracks the unique energy signatures of the Sol Emeralds through their strange link/interaction with the Chaos emeralds.

They haven't quite figured out what's going on.

And frankly, they don't actually know that Blaze is from another dimension.

They see her very rarely. They know that something is strange about her energy readings but just assume that she's one of Sonic's lesser known friends who doesn't get out very often.

Team Chaotix:

I'm grouping them together because GUN doesn't have any contingencies for them. Vector, Espio, and Charmy are all under their radar.

They should be worried about Espio. They're already worried about Rouge's stealth capabilities. I'm pretty sure whoever's managing these contingencies within GUN would have a heart attack upon learning that somebody on this planet figured out how to actually turn invisible.

And that's it!

I'd actually like to end this post with a bit of a weird note- I don't think that GUN would be evil for developing contingencies like this.

I myself work in the field of safety. This field includes things such as occupational safety, and most pertinently for this post, emergency management. I've actually helped write protocols for companies about what workplaces should do in the event of an active shooter or other outside threat such as a natural disaster or a civil conflict.

(If I lived and worked in Sonic's universe, I would most certainly have to write safety protocols about what to do if Eggman attacks, for example!)

It's important to have protocols in place for the worst case scenario, no matter how unlikely or unthinkable that scenario is. And in Sonic's universe, this is especially important! This is a universe where society is regularly attacked by a mustache-twirling, robot-building terrorist! Of course GUN is going to keep tabs on other individuals who could post a similar threat and plan on how to stop them should they ever become a threat to the public.

I'm definitely not excusing GUN for any of the shady things they've done in canon, but it is an interesting point to think about that they're the best equipped to handle any sort of Dark Sonic/Sonic.exe/insert your favorite name for "this character but evil" here/mirror universe scenario.

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #GUN #guardian unit of nations #sonic adventure 2 #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #e-123 omega #silver the hedgehog #sonic worldbuilding #this sort of idea borders my other special interest #you could ask me to write actual in-universe contingencies for these guys and I could probably do it #(that would be unhinged. don't actually ask me to do that)#but it's an interesting subject to think about

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Headcanons but I recently just watched My Little Pony

Mephistopheles a THOUSAND percent watches this show. His brother was like "hey! Look! It's the horses from the stables", and Mephisto has been hooked ever since. It's his secret shame.

Star Swirl and Twilight are like Solomon and MC. Like old mentor guy, is powerful, and thinks the power of friendship is Bs. And then young apprentice, who's going to surpass mentor sooner or later.

Not related to obey me at ALL but I had to get it out there, during the time Celestia had banished Luna, when he rose/set the moon, she always "talked" to Luna. Saying stuff like, "See you tonight" or "You make the prettiest moonrises, sister."

Back on Obey Me, if Diavolo ever met Princess Celestia, they'd be so chill, just talking about their kingdoms and the different ways they govern. Also about crippling loneliness and how it's hard to be a ruler and the sacrifices that come with it. Both of them are so excitable and on an off day, they would take each other ziplining and the barrel waterfall thing. (Barbatos and Luna cringe at this behavior, for different reasons, as they get excited over mailing letters)

Asmo and Rarity would get along so well. Both of them being generous and, even though a bit dramatic, still meaning well. Both of them having that energy of, "if you don't shine on the inside, then you can't shine on the outside, darling!"

Twilight and MC would bond over being tossed into a new stage in their life so well. Like, "She just kind of.. made me an alicorn.. I didn't even know what happened" "Same! But I was tossed into a world of demons and after a bit realized I was possibly one of the most powerful people in the three realms so.." (*Looks over at Celestia and Diavolo*)

Mammon and Rainbow Dash would hold races to see who's faster (Though, mammon is upset he can't sonic rain boom)

Beel and AppleJack would totally get along, they're both strong and dedicate themselves to family. If Beel ever went applebucking, he'd do his best to not eat all the apples. AppleJack gets a little upset about it but doesn't hold it against him too much.

The angels and Fluttershy would all go to her cottage and have a nice conversation. She'd show them her animal sanctuary and Luke would go nuts. Simeon would also be interested in her ability to talk to animals. Raphael would just be happy about the silence at the cottage.

Satan, Solomon and Twilight are all nerds. Starlight showed Solomon the speed spell she used to organize her books and Solomon has been trying to learn. Twilight and Satan prefer to organize their books the non magic way though (That's why Satan's room is a mess), it's more personal to them.

Luke and Pinkie having a bake off with Raindow Dash and Mammon being the judges. (Poor Luke made a pie and learned the hard way RD doesn't like pies, poor baby)

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one of their downtimes in the present after school, kagome braids inuyasha's hair (twins, french, dutch, etc.) while they watch magical girl anime. inuyasha is surprisingly into it (the anime and having his hair played with)

oh, you are so right about this.

"So he's the other guy?"

Kagome's fingers raked through his hair, parting it in two. He had no idea what she was doing, but it felt nice. So nice, in fact, that his attention was starting to wane from the television screen in front of him, if that was possible.

"Sort-of," Kagome amended, bringing a comb to the right side of his hair. Silver locks spilled down his shoulders, brushing against the enormous bowl of potato chips they shared. "He's kinda like a vessel for him, but he doesn't know it."

"Geez," Inuyasha grumbled. "All that power and he doesn't even know it exists."

Kagome let out an airy laugh. On screen, the boy called Yukito transformed into Yue. The bright colors fascinated him just as much as the feeling of Kagome's hands carding through his hair. He didn't quite get the concept of animation until she made him an example and even then, that simple jumping ball she'd created was leagues away from...whatever this was.

How did this even get on the screen, anyway? He'd suspected there was someone trapped in the back, but the box was much too tiny for even a kit like Shippo, and it was all clogged up with tangled wires. She'd explained the broadcasting system to him, but he still didn't understand how waves could translate to pictures. Eventually he'd given up on working out the concept, and his confusion never kept him from settling under her gentle hands and letting the story unfold in front of them.

She'd called it anime, a category for the style of art and animation used in the show they were watching, and Inuyasha had to admit it was wildly entertaining. Convoluted plots be damned, the fights were terribly engaging. Sota had told him that the sort of shows Kagome dragged him into were called magical girl anime, and which thereafter prompted a giggle from the younger boy. Inuyasha didn't quite get the joke, if there was one to be had. The way he saw it, the magical girls were just like the metal golems ("Mechs," Sota had corrected him) in the things Sota liked to watch - albeit better dressed.

On screen, Yue spoke, voice eerily cold compared to his counterpart. A chill ran down Inuyasha's spine. "He looks like Sesshomaru," he muttered.

Kagome finished one his braids and peered over his ears, her chin digging into his shoulder as she leaned in to see what she'd missed. "You know...I haven't really thought about it, but he sort of does. Minus the angel wings, of course." At Inuyasha's bark of laughter, she inched closer and smirked. "Think he'd make a good magical girl?"

An image of Sesshomaru wearing a skirt seemed to enter their minds at the same time, and upon making eye contact, they both collapsed in a fit of laughter. "Evil," he said between breaths, "absolutely fuckin' evil, what you just said."

"I was merely asking a question," she said innocently, her grin wicked. "But now that I think about it, I think you'd fit in better than him."

"Me?" he said incredulously.

"Why not? You've got a weapon-"

"A massive sword, not a magic wand-"

"-transformations-"

"One of 'em is useless and the other kills people-"

"You are not useless," she said immediately. "You're wonderful just as you are."

He was thankful the room was dark. "Kagome-"

"All you really need," she said, "is a change of clothes. Have you ever even been out of the Fire Rat?"

He scoffed. "Why should I? It's my armor. Why, you suggestin' I wear your clothes?" His attention returned to the television, where Yue was drawing an arrow back, but Kagome's ridiculous smile quickly emerged in his vision. She'd finished his hair and had come to sit beside him, fiddling with one of the two braids she'd done.

"Well...I do have an old school uniform-"

"No."

"Oh, come on, Inuyasha! Please?"

"I'm not wearing one of your skirts!" he shouted, face as bright as a plucked tomato.

"But I just finished your hair!"

"And what the hell does that have to do with it?"

"You would look good, I promise!" she assured. "Nobody's around."

"Your entire family is in the house, Kagome."

"And I'm sure they would all support your decision to finally be the magical girl you were born to be."

He rolled his eyes and twisted his head so she couldn't tempt him with that smile of hers. "You're crazy."

She slipped into his view and batted her eyelashes. "For me?"

"Woman, if you don't-"

"Please, Inuyasha?"

He told himself not to look. Her voice alone couldn't tempt him. He thought of happy things in his mind, like ramen, or cooked steak, but the image of her sad, droopy eyes kept tainting the images, and when he eventually cracked one eye open, she was still kneeling in front of him, hands clasped and wide, grey eyes lit up like silver by the artificial light of the television. The decision to keep staring at her, like a stubborn fool, damned him. She had him wrapped around her finger the second he chose not to close his eyes - or perhaps he'd been doomed to agree from the start.

Either way, all paths lead to him wearing the skirt.

"Oh my god," Kagome whispered. "Oh my god."

"Shut up," he snapped. The waistline was too tight, but he'd somehow managed it. The outfit he wore was simply a spare uniform she had stashed away in case hers was ripped up in the feudal realm, but she insisted that plenty magical girls wore similar clothing (did the schools purposefully let their girls dress up as magical girls?) At her request, he'd worn a pair of elbow length gloves, boots, and "Happy?"

"Oh, Inuyasha," she sighed, and his face turned another shade of red. "You have no idea."

#help idk what this turned into #anyway inuyasha's a magical girl we all knew this right #inuyasha #inukag #inuyasha x kagome #kagome higurashi #inuyasha fanfic #inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha a feudal fairy tale

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Fae darlings anon with more fae darlings! ;) starring the not so feral but can become feral darlings.

While I don't think Witch would need to become a fae, if she did she'd definitely be powerful. So powerful her skin almost seems to glow with this ethereal shine. The magic radiates off her in gentle waves, warm or cold depending on the season. You can't believe this ethereal being called you to her domain. Honestly, you're not even a novice witch, yet you still managed to catch the eye of such an ancient being. Since she called you in the height of summer, her golden antlers are at their largest almost seeming to touch the ceiling. It wouldn't be till winter when they'd fall off. You feel intimidated standing before her, so in a small voice, you ask "Oh ancient fae of seasons, what do you need from me?" But she only laughs, saying that she's not some ancient she was actually a 80s kid. You're confused as she then asks you for some of your weed promising to pay in money. Well, you can't expect all over powered fae to be eons old. (I don't really see Witch as the hunting type more like her usual self just now she's OP)

For Angel, I could see her looking like she's almost made of stars. Her skin twinkles with all the constellations etched on and inside it, like you could reach out and hold them. But when you look at her hair it's all feathery and soft. With small wings on her head and larger ones on her back, she looks like a space harpy or maybe a mother goddess. You'll often find her caring for her little monsters and even ones that aren't hers but have slowly become a part of her family. She's safe to be around you're free to talk without fear of being eaten, assuming you don't insult her children. Any who do become victims to her claws and sharp teeth, a true mama bear. But if you find your child missing and happen to stumble upon them after a long search. You might initially be happy believing that Angel will give them back to you. She was so kind her voice like bells, protecting your child from other fae. You wouldn't once think Angel to be the child thief, and she might not be, but finders keepers. As you stare into her wide pitch black eyes you realize you'll never get your child back. So just let her keep you're kid she'll be a good mom to them and she'd really hate to....hurt the person who created her newest family member.

Honestly, Angel and Keegan just see a lost child and go "It's free real-estate". Also I just know Angel got a owl neck that she swivels 180° when the kids are up to something.

Ugh Yes.

Darling thoughts and descriptions under cut, you know the drill

Witch doesn't become fae, exactly, she just becomes... more. She teems with magic, soaks it in from the air and it simply becomes her. She blooms with the seasons, always radiating the sun's warmth and shining like the pretty beacon she is. You see her on Price's arm and wonder how he pulled the sun from the sky, because he must have a goddess pressed close against his side. All fluffy hair and sweet words, she looks startlingly human, her magic repelling the worst of the wild's influence. Even for seers, the only difference is that she's harder to look at, it's like staring at the sun, it hurts their eyes, makes them blink spots from their vision. She leaves flowers in her footsteps, the earth blooming for her with each touch. She sits pretty with Price at court meetings and no one makes eye contact. She does occasionally call young witches to the woods so she can teach them a few things, pass on the knowledge she worked so hard for. Too many stories circulate in the witch community about the summer sun sitting in the frozen forest, you can buy weed from her it's cool, and she takes venmo. It's very confusing for young witches to see her pull out her phone to google something. She takes on a lot of apprentices, and is very patient with them. The ones that have seen her mad warn that her patience is not something to try, the sun is made to burn.

Angel is an angel, you're right. She's all stars and moonbeams, pinpricks of light shining through her like freckles, little constellation lines shifting through the starmap of her skin, lighting up different spots when touched. She seems very other worldly, many eyes --closed to keep the children comfortable-- and wings to cover them. She has a mask like Keegan's but she doesn't wear it, always cognizant of what will frighten a child, what will scare them off. It's not her fault if a child wanders into her part of the woods, it's yours for losing track of them. She and Keegan have their little monsters by blood, starry eyed and inquisitive, but they have plenty more that they've saved from bad situations. Angel knows well enough how painful it is to separate from a child, so she's happy to guide the babies back to their parents, all of them telling stories of strange angels that had stared at the woods with many eyes and a twisting head, that curled around them to bear their teeth at whatever unseen threat had showed its head. She's sweet as anything, always soft spoken with children, but she's more than happy to tear into anyone that threatens that. More than capable too, Keegan likes a darling that can hold her own(that doesn't mean he isn't hiding in the shadows, waiting for the word to pounce).

#ghoul speaks #oc talk #these two are the sort of fae you never run into #they don't leave their proverbial ponds #but if you do stumble upon them they'll kindly guide you back to the path #oc: witch #oc: angel

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your-old-sins-tournament · 2 months

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12 YEAR OLD OCS; SIDE A

Cupid [@onitekka] (she/her)

Cupid is like every normal middle school student, a pink-haired half-vampire totally not crushing on her girl best friend, seemingly born from every weird twelve year olds innate wish: make a video game.

Cupid journeys through the depths of hell to rescue her "girl best friend" (very subtle) from the evil Dark Overlord Xanata, who sealed her best friend into a crystal because she Also wants to be Cupid's "girl best friend".

she boasts a variety of super cool barely vampire related attacks that involve just straight up yelling at enemies! this girl has a sonic screech that can shatter glass, bulletproof bat wings, and a literal gun! you can practically hear angel with a shotgun (nightcore) blasting in the background.

why is the embodiment of love a vampire? because vampires are now ostensibly fallen angels. why is she fighting hell if she's a fallen angel? because it's cool.

Description: A beginner's illustration of Cupid. she has messily coloured short pink hair with two longer strands in the front, red eyes, a fuschia top, and a green skirt. she is also wearing black boots, and part of her bat wings are coloured black as well. there is blood dripping from her mouth.

Ash [@changeling-ash] (she/her)

She is so cool. My little self insert. My baby. Epic powerful magic.

Ash was part of a secret subspecies of humans (Homo sapiens dimutus) which could shapeshift, which she used to grow huge black wings or turn into a black leopard or look like a monster to scare enemies, anything as long as her brain stayed the same size or got denser to fit smaller. When she shapeshifted she would release green and blue fire from the power of the transformation (cause she has lots of copper in her blood that burns green. To protect against cancer, you see. Shapeshifting has lots of cancer risk so copper is sooo important)

She became one by genetic engineering at 15 so the dimutus could get more soldiers and spies for a war with the demon-like psyuedos (child soldier lol). She could come back to life because she had a failsafe that would activate where she would shapeshift away the wound and her brain would jolt back online. The only way to kill a dimutus was to kill the brain.

Like other dimutus, she could also dimension hop, so she'd travel the multiverse, from tv show to tv show or to the universe with dragons or with cool landscapes. She was good with a sword and something called a bladed quarterstaff, which is basically one of those two sided lightsabers but a blade. She was mentored by one of the most powerful dimutus of the war and is super powerful too compared to other dimutus.

Propaganda from the old post

Okay time for my propaganda once more!

Ash is my girl, my baby.

She has TWO dragons. The first one is Flicker, who is strong and agile with black scales and a violet belly. Ash rides on her back and she speaks dragon at her. Her other dragon is Zephyr, who she raised from an egg and he looks like a blue sky with white patches like clouds, and random little flecks of gold scales. He's lithe and fast and so agile. She can summon them from their alternate universes by calling out "Tul Lüg" for Flicker and "Zep-iagh" for Zephyr, and they leap from portals to fight.

She can speak so many languages. The language of Dimutus is actually Modernized Latin. She knows English, Spanish, French, Latin, Italian, ASL, and has the best translators.

She made friends with a shadowy wolf companion called a Shadowlupe who accepted her as part of the pack. She runs with him in hunts as a wolf.

She can do a double backflip. Enough said.

She would fly with huge black wings, it was her favorite thing to do. Knew how to do all the tricks. She is dimension hopping miles in the air just to fall for ages, then fly at breakneck speeds. And she was terrifying in battle, she would dodge and weave and slash as she passed, an airborne killing machine.

She could give herself big springy legs to jump so high and do crazy tricks. She adapted herself to move fast, bounce and parkour her way at insane speeds. She could traverse so well.

She also did normal parkour. It was a fun challenge to try with minimal modifications. Pretended a lot of parkour POV vids were her.

She had two cats trained to infiltrate bases cause they are kitties and can fit through the vents and no one suspects the kitties. Baya was a Bengal and Shadow was a beautiful medium hair black cat.

She could also dimension hop in a way that was like astral projecting. She'd just be floatin, near invisible. She'd keep her wings in that state to pull them from the dimension fast to use them quickly. Her friends would chill there and comment to her while she was doing boring things.

She had a ragtag best friend and copilot partner Katie that was the mostest important person to her. Her brother in arms, her guy in the chair, her support, and Ash was the same to Katie. They were ride or die, and they died a lot for each other. (I basically made a QPP a decade before I myself ended up in one. Probably an early sign I was aro.)

She lost her arm sometimes, and she'd have a badass prosthetic if she couldn't shapeshift it back right away.

So much trauma from being a child soldier will come later. Her future character with me a decade later is somethin.

#cupid #ocs #polls #bracket tournament #old sins #side a #ocs you made when you were 12 tournament #ash

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Highway to Pail Day 5

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February 5: If you need a boat, I Noah guy.

Crawly didn't save the children.

By the time she'd talked herself into trying, it was already too late. The ark was closed and warded against demonic interference, and she didn't have the kind of power that would let her walk on water or teleport with another living thing. Her miracles could be impressive to a human, but barely registered on Hell's scales.

She watched as the corpses of the valley floated to the surface.

She saw the old man who sold oranges on the third stall from the corner in the market. Young women she'd tempted to a bit of gossip the other day. A little boy named Levi who had just turned four, and had helped his sister Sarai braid Crawly’s hair with flowers last week. A farmer named Toviyah who she couldn't tempt to adultery; she'd been reprimanded for failing that assignment a year ago. A teenager she'd tempted into stealing some food from the kitchen where he worked who had made it a habit, a good gluttony-and-greed one-two. Ayalah, the woman who had turned the temptation tables on Crowley and shown her how to drink.

An infant, born just a four days before. Babies all looked the same to her usually, but this one was born with only one arm, which is pretty distinctive. He hadn't had his bris; Leah, his mother, hadn't named him yet: she had told Crawly she been planning to call her first son Noah. No relation to the man who was apparently God's chosen; it would have been in honor of her grandfather, who'd died suddenly about two years ago. Crawly had been supposed to tempt her into disobeying him, and had wound up comforting her in her grief instead.

Why was this Noah condemned to drown while Noah ben Lamech was allowed to live? What possible sins could a baby have committed?

Crawly watched, and watched, and watched, until the corpses sank again below the waters.

She'd seen divine punishment against humans before. It hadn't happened a lot so far, but the world was still pretty young, and God had seemed to get a taste for it when She'd cast half her angelic children to Hell. But she hadn't been around the other ones much. She'd been able to shrug it off as Her capriciousness, Her cruelty, something Crawly would never be able to understand but might as well accept. What was the word that the angel Aziraphale had used? "Ineffable."

But it was different, when it was people you knew. Crawly had been living here for three years. It was her fault this time, and not just by proxy of the apple thing.

And Crawly thought that maybe, just maybe, if she hadn't dithered, she could have saved some of them. Even if only the baby Noah.

Too late.

Author's note:

My information about Jewish naming customs comes from this website. Apparently male circumcision wasn't commanded until Abraham, but since this is Good Omens I decided to be anachronistic about it.

I tried to make sure I used the Hebrew version of all names, checking with Wikipedia or Behind The Name for accuracy, but since I can't read Hebrew I can't guarantee it.

#my writing #do it with style events #highway to pail #crowley #crowley good omens #noah's ark #good omens #good omens fanfiction #edit: changed Crowley to Crawly

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The Mentorship, Part 14

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 14 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 4565

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

Though it was summer and still hot in the middle of the country. The heat and humidity of Florida was oppressive, but a welcome change. Brinkley finally was looking forward to refreshing her wardrobe. It was summer so she'd likely rely on short shorts and cropped tops. She might buy a few things with longer sleeves until her arm healed. Whatever she bought, she was just relieved to add anything new to the wardrobe rotation.

Even though both were thoroughly exhausted, Brinkley had insisted she go shopping once the plane landed and they’d gathered their bags. Kevin departed for Daytona from the airport with the plan of returning daily for training; he had no interest in spending a day at a mall or department store. He didn’t envy Scott at this moment. Brinkley tried to be as expeditious as possible. She resisted grabbing arm loads to take to the dressing room and have her own mini fashion show. She could see that Scott was beat from traveling and was being benevolent enough to entertain her. She grabbed a few dresses, shorts, and tops and at Scott’s request, some lacy things that he could benefit from later.

Brinkley found herself nervous as Scott pulled up to his house. Suddenly, everything felt very real and intimate. Staying the week with him after one date and a handful of sexual experiences felt perhaps a little premature. She could hear Curt’s objections to it in her head.

“So, this is the castle,” Scott followed her in the door. It was a beautiful house, and Scott seemed to be very proud of it.

“Wow, this is nice,” She walked around the entrance, then into the living room, “Hope I make this much money someday,” She smirked at him, “So where will I be staying? Do you have a guest room?” She said playfully.

“Yeah, it's the right side of my bed,” He took her bag, “Allow me to show you to your room, miss,”

She followed him closely, gulping when she saw the large king bed in his room.

“Jesus, how much money do you even make?” She blurted out, looking at the furniture.

“I get paid well, pretty much the main reason I jumped ship to Atlanta,” He set her bag down, coming up behind her, “But I can think of some other things I’d rather talk about,” He ran his hands down her arms.

“Is that so,” She shivered a little, barely in his room for a minute and he was making a move. She ignored the twinge of pain as he passed over her welt, “Like what, exactly,” She leaned against him, having no plans to resist.

“Well…one thing first, I want to see how hurt you are,” He turned her to face him, with genuine concern in his voice.

“It’s not that bad…” she mumbled, but gave in, knowing he’d see it at some point. She slipped off her shirt and let him gently hold her arm.

“Damn, was he trying to yank your arm off?” Scott looked mad, but she knew it was out of worry, “I mean…I’m no angel, I’ve done some dumb things drunk…I promise you he’ll never have a chance to do this to you again.” Scott swore, “Not while I’m around,”

His protective nature made her instinctively more attracted to him, now loosening her bra as he watched, licking his lips.

“Are you my big protector?” She plied him with an innocent tone, “And here I thought you were the big, bad wolf,” She teased.

“I might just be both,” He took a step toward her, stalking her towards the bed.

He hovered over her as his lips lightly toyed with hers, her neck, her earlobe, her chest, her shoulders. He moved slowly, lingering so that the slightest touch made her gasp. She lay captively under him, basking in his romantic attentions.

She kept her hands soft, too. She touched his body gently, running her fingers along his leathered skin, tough from years of abuse. She felt every line, every crevice, every rippling muscle that flexed beneath.

Scott kissed around her bruise, promising to make her feel better and forget her pain. He wasn’t lying. He entered her slowly, intently watching her every reaction as he slid deeper.

“You feel so good, baby… I just wanna live inside you all the time…” He mumbled as his forehead rested against hers. His hips rolled slowly, but he pressed himself deep, drawing a whimper out of her each time, “Tell me how good I make you feel…”

“So good…” She moaned breathily, “I love the way you feel in me…” She mumbled, whimpering as he slowly sped his pace. She could feel him teasing a release out of her, but she didn’t chase it, “Please…harder…I wanna cum for you,” She begged. “My baby girl wants to cum for me?” He flexed his hips firmly, the force nudging her farther up the bed, “

“Yes….god yes, let me cum for you,” she slid her arms under his, her fingernails lightly digging into his back.

Scott mumbled a curse as he buried his head against her neck, driving himself harder into her as he gave up trying to subdue his own release. Just as he moaned loudly into her skin, he felt her climax around him. She tried her hardest not to, but she couldn’t help dragging her nails down his back a little, stilted whimpers leaving her in time with his orgasmic pulses.

He lay on and in her for a while after, kissing her neck softly, silently taking her in.

It felt different, all of it. Brinkley had to wonder if this was what making love was about. It had been intense and intimate. She felt different afterwards, too. As if she were more of a woman because of it.

“I know I’m no great prize…” Scott mumbled, grazing his lips across hers, just out of reach of a kiss, “But I’m really happy you gave me a chance,”

“Are you serious? Scott…” She slid her knuckles across his stubble, “You’re a better guy than you know…you’re a prize to me. I wouldn’t love you like I do if I didn’t think you were worth every second of it,” She bit her lip immediately and knew her entire body was flushing when she realized what words left her mouth.

“Is that so?” His eyebrows raised at her statement, recognizing the embarrassment of a compulsive outburst, “What exactly did you just say?”

Brinkley shook her head quickly, “Nothing…just you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself,”

“No no no, I heard you say something else. Say it again,” He held her by her chin, stilling her. He smiled at her discomposure.

“Scott…It just slipped out,” She felt stabbing nerves in her belly.

“Let it slip out again,” He ran his thumb over her chin, looking down at her affectionately. Brinkley sighed, but couldn’t argue with him on it.

“I wouldn’t love you like I do…if I didn’t think you were worth every second…” She said it slower, looking into his dark, brown eyes.

“That’s a pretty serious thing to admit,” He looked down at her, knowing he should just let it be. It would be stupid for him to admit the same thing, “You know I care about you a lot, right?” He held his tongue. Though he could say it and mean it…he knew it was too early. And she was so young…could he really trust her to be the adult he would need her to be or would she turn into a love sick puppy.

He felt guilty as she looked up at him in the moment.

“You don’t have to say it back, Scott…I know its not always the same for both people,” She blurted out now, not wanting things to turn awkward, “I know you care about me, Scott. Just leave it at that,” She’d take that rather than having to hear him say he didn’t love her.

Scott kissed her softly before sliding off of her to the side, pulling her with him so she lay on his chest. He knew he’d possibly ruined the moment for her, but she didn’t seem to mind as she snuggled up to him. Having not slept since the night before the show, both fell asleep quickly.

Scott roused her a few hours later, though they could have slept for several more. It was important that they stay on as close of a road schedule with only 4 days off. She felt like she could have slept the entire 4 days if he’d let her. She was excited to wear something new, opting for short cutoffs and a red halter top.

“Damn girl,” Scott said as she made her way into the kitchen, “I’m gonna have to make sure I keep myself hydrated this week,” He winked at her as he took a drink of his beer and offered her one. She shook her head, instead looking at the small selection of wine on his counter, “Oh hell, you’re not a wino like Kev are you?” He sneered playfully.

“Big Kev’s into wine?” She laughed a little, having a hard time picturing Kevin at a wine tasting with crystal flutes and his pinkie out, “Wouldn’t have called that,” She grabbed a white wine, not sure what she would like and looked at the cork curiously. Scott smirked, taking it from her and fishing a corkscrew out of the drawer below the wine. He poured her a glass, handing it to her.

“Speaking of Kev,” He went back to his beer, watching her intently for any reaction to his question, “What would you think about sometime inviting him in on a little fun while we’re on the road?”

Brinkley took a sip, but held it in her mouth as she looked at Scott with some surprise.

“What exactly do you mean…a little fun? Like…poker or something?” She said hoping he wasn't implying what she thought.

“Ha… not exactly.” He sipped his beer watching her reaction, “Something a little more…physical,” he was thoughtful with his word choice.

“Oh…I, uh….” She felt awkward, wondering how often girls were shared between the guys and if she should have been more prepared for something like this.

“I mean, just you were into the idea of Curt and me…” he reminded her, trying not to sneer at the mention of his former tag partner.

“I didn't know that was happening until it was happening though…not really something I was prepared for.” She reminded him that she was blindsided.

“So that's why I'm asking ahead of time,” he reasoned.

“I don't really like the idea,” she said, wondering if she was already going to be a disappointment, “I just want to be with you. Plus, I mostly annoy Kevin… not sure he'd be into it.” She surmised.

“Are you kidding?” Scott chuckled, “He acts like that because he wants to nail you. Pretty standard for Kev.”

“Is…is he gonna be mad if I say no?” She chewed her lip feeling nervous that she was going to be goaded into this regardless of how she felt.

“I'm not gonna force you,” he smiled, but it fell as he saw the concern in her face, “baby, it was just a question. I never want you to do something you don't want to.” He walked over to her, “I just thought you might like it. But gotta say I like the idea of wanting just me,” he tried to corner her apprehension, “forget I said anything,”

Kevin wouldn't be heartbroken by a long shot. Scott was actually looking forward to bragging about what she said.

Training the next morning was slightly awkward at first while she tried to adjust to the different methods of Scott and Kevin’s teachings.

Scott could tell she was nervous around Kevin and that she'd gotten in her own head. It was likely why she got tangled in the ropes on a simple run and fell out of the ring. She landed awkwardly, but luckily without injury.

“Better be on your game a little more than this in the ring with us,” Kevin leaned over the top rope looking down at her as she lay across the mat, “You get lazy or sandbag me and I’ll give you a receipt you won’t forget,” He teased a little, but glanced at the healing dark ring around her arm. He felt bad for joking about hurting her for a moment.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know,” She lay flat on the floor with her arms and legs splayed, “I’d deserve it, too,” She sat up, pulling herself back into the ring, “Let’s go over when I get tagged in again. So Curt is going to keep from tagging me until I grab his hand and tag myself in. Push him out,” She mimicked kicking him with her foot, “And I’m going to lock up with Scott, right?”

“Right, if I happen to still be in, Scott will tag himself in acting like he really wants to get ahold of you.” Kevin rolled his eyes at the look that Brinkley and Scott exchanged.

“Then you go low, I’ll bend over and you can hit me with a facebreaker or stunner if you’re feeling up to it,” Scott mimicked his moves and Brinkley walked through her options.

“The stunner would be better…” She thought out loud, “Obviously,”

“I think it would make sense for you to go for quick covers a lot,” Kevin suggested, “After all, you’ll be the odd one out.”

“Should…should we go over this again when Curt gets down here?” She asked carefully, noticing a look shared between both of the men, “He is in the match, you guys…”

“I assume he’ll pull you out of the ring when we go for you. You probably won’t have a TON of actual skin to skin,” Scott guessed that WCW was not super into the idea of two men beating up a woman half their size, “He’ll probably tag himself in a lot,”

“As if he’s protecting me,” She rolled her eyes, knowing he would do exactly as they said.

“That’s fuckin’ rich,” Scott scoffed, “Forget about that for now, lock up with me again,”

“Forget that, she was asking about chest chops earlier,” Kevin entered the ring again, grinning sinisterly.

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Brinkley was ecstatic to pick up her new gear the next day. She took Scott with her to the tailor, trying it on and modeling it for him. It was just sparkly enough. It had orange piping around the edges, and was a shiny purple fabric. She had two tops, one strappier and showier. Another was more like a sports bra, but of the same fabric. A fishnet crop top was included that could be worn under either. It was enough of a cover that with tape, she could wear it without her bruise showing.

She had a pair of black shorts that had purple and orange stripes on the waistband. Another pair was skimpier, letting a little backside cheek show. It also came with two pairs of fishnets to wear under the shorts. Lastly, a pair of long leggings that had mesh cutouts up and down both legs.

Scott had an idea of what he thought she looked the best in, planning on suggesting it for their match at the pay per view. He paid for a pair of black wrestling boots to add to the outfit after she went back and forth about how her white boots would look.

She held them happily in her lap, still giddy when they left. She kept thinking though, that Curt had paid for them. After a couple of days, her anger had lessened and she knew she would end up forgiving him. But she wasn’t sure things would ever go back to the way they were before.

Maybe that was for the best.

“Are you guys ever gonna forgive Curt?” She asked, riding along with Scott. He rarely drove anywhere, but he’d promised to chauffeur her around while she was there. It gave him an excuse to stay sober, though it was a struggle some days.

Scott frowned, looking at her arm then her face.

“Would it make you mad if I said yes?” He had forgiven guys for worse - just another part of being in the boys club.

“Well…no, I guess it wouldn’t.” She said honestly, “I figure I can’t ice him out forever, either,”

“Well you have more of a reason. You can forgive him, but not be as close as you were,” Scott suggested, a little bit of a self-serving comment.

“Do you think if I forgive him I’m just gonna jump on his dick again?” She asked with genuine curiosity.

“I think he may try to use sex to get close to you again. He may go around saying he’s not interested in anything with you, but I’m not sure how true that is,” Scott responded with his own honesty, “I mean…of all people, I can understand how he’d wanna get back in them britches,” He slightly teased.

“Britches? Ok, grandpa,” She teased back, earning a warning look from him.

“Just…I hope that you remember what you told me,” He turned serious for a moment, “That you wouldn’t be with him while we’re together,” He reminded her.

“I know, I won’t,” She covered Scott’s hand that lay on her thigh with her own. She thought about her verbal slip up earlier. She couldn’t do that to someone that she felt like this about. Curt wasn’t here in front of her, but she couldn’t imagine wanting to give herself to him like that ever again.

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She finished packing her suitcase, feeling a little melancholy over it. They were headed to Tampa this afternoon once Kevin arrived. It was where the tour picked back up. Kevin would be stopping by in a rental car to pick them up on his way. She’d wondered if Kevin and Scott had discussed the suggestion Scott had made the other evening. He’d spent the evening after their last training and work out at Scott’s place.

She hadn’t answered Scott yet definitively, but she’d almost felt targeted during his visit. It could have just been that both were pretty inebriated. But, Kevin had eventually left after sobering up a bit and Scott had been the only man in the bed with her afterwards. He lasted twice as long, wearing her down to the state of a rag doll.

Brinkley stretched her back and thigh muscles still sore from that marathon. She tried not to think about seeing Curt this afternoon. It made her nervous. Her arm looked much better, but there was still a discolored ring around where he’d grabbed her. She would need to wear tape and the mesh top if she wanted to try out the new gear.

Tampa was not a long drive, but it was for the best since the longer the ride, the more her anxiety built. She wondered if Curt would be in their locker room. She wondered if anybody else knew what happened. She hoped not. She knew it would again, affect her reputation more than anyone else's.

“Please, please, pleeeease, don’t make a scene,” She begged both of them, but looked at Scott as they made their way into the arena. They'd arrived earlier than most, so the activity was minimal. All available hands were likely setting up the ring and entrance ramps. He reached for her hand, holding it at his side as they walked in.

“I’ve got something I’m going to say to him alright,” Scott promised as Brinkley groaned a little, “But…only when its just me and him,” He followed.

“Thank you,” that worry was quickly replaced by the realization that he was still holding her hand as they walked. She tried not to draw too much attention to it, but it made her stomach flutter a bit when they passed other people.

She stayed close to Scott or Kevin at most times, letting Scott help tape her arm before she slipped on the fishnet sleeves. She paired the leggings with the strappy matching top. She decided to leave the most revealing pairing for the pay per view.

“Sure you don’t want me to go with you?” He asked as she was finishing fixing her hair. Curt hadn’t shown his face in their locker room. He hadn’t expected him to; he wasn’t stupid.

“I’m sure,” Brinkley tried to reassure him, “It’s not like there won’t be people around. You’re still coming out to interfere right?” She smirked at him, knowing the next week or so would be a lot of that with one or both of them ‘torturing’ her in the build up to their match.

“Wouldn’t miss it. Gonna be hard not to throw you over my shoulder when I leave,” He grabbed her ass through the skin tight leggings.

“Save it for after the show ...then you can do whatever you want with me,” She pulled him down to whisper in his ear and nip at his lobe. He growled and pulled her against him.

“I have half a mind to let that jackass walk out alone and go get really disrespectful with you in a closet somewhere,” He popped her ass, not caring too much if anyone around the corner of the locker room heard.

“Promise?” She teased, stepping just out of his reach. There were more people in the locker room now as she left and some seemed to be hiding amused reactions. She had to assume she and Scott were now no longer quietly seeing each other.

Brinkley felt her heart racing as she approached the dark tunnel of the gorilla and as expected, Curt was waiting. It felt awkward, neither of them speaking as they stood next to each other. Curt glanced at her wrapped arm, wondering if it looked any better yet. Once he looked away, Brinkley glanced back at him, noticing a cut on his face under his eye, butterfly strips holding it together.

“Oh my god, what happened??” She asked, looking at the injury.

“Nothing,” He shook his head, “Ran into a door,” He fibbed.

“Did you get in a fight?” She had to pull her hand back before it touched his face.

“I wouldn’t call it much of a fight. More of like a sucker punch,” Curt recalled the fist that seemingly came from nowhere.

Brinkley slowly realized what he meant. She remembered Kevin being late to the car when they left Omaha.

“So…that’s because of me?” She shouldn’t have but she felt guilty.

“No.” Curt told her quickly, “This? Was because of me,” He had been pissed at first, but a few days of reflection had calmed him down, “I did it to myself, Brinkley,” He hoped that she hadn’t spent the week resenting him like he feared. The look of concern on her face brought him some relief.

He enjoyed her valet performance, walking to ring more slowly than usual to soak as much of it in as he could. She interfered as if they’d never missed a beat. She and Curt had to pretend like they didn’t hear the crowd reacting when Scott and Kevin snuck down the ramp. They each went to either side of the ring, essentially trapping her between them as they approached.

They toyed with her and teased her, nearly backing her against the ring post. Curt stepped through the ropes, attempting to block them, Kevin distracting him as Ray Traylor blindsided him for an upset finish. Scott tried to drag her away from ringside and she slapped him, the sound much worse than the sting, but the audience “oooh’d” over it. Just as he was about to grab for her again, Curt slid out of the ring and stood between them, warning them to get backstage.

He pretended to console her, enjoying whatever moments he could of closeness even if it was a facade.

Back in the gorilla, he took his hands off of her, but she pulled him back, touching his cheek gently. It had started to bleed again.

“You’re bleeding, you should go to medical. It might need stitches,” She fussed a little over him. He took her hand from his cheek, kissing her palm before putting her hand back down.

“Go on, I’m sure you have some people waiting on you,” Curt would hang around until she was gone. He didn’t need Scott evening things out on the other side of his face, “The new outfit looks amazing, by the way,” He called after her. She glanced back over her shoulder at him with a smile.

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Unsure if she should spend the money on her own room or find some other woman backstage to share with, Brinkley bunked up with Kevin and Scott after she was convinced that Kevin wasn’t bothered by it.

Scott was accurate in saying it wouldn’t take long for Kevin’s pet anaconda to make an appearance. She was sure he liked being caught with it out. At 11 inches soft, she didn’t blame him, though it only convinced her she wanted nothing to do with that trouser snake.

After a few days though, it began to feel like she and Scott were living together. She wasn’t getting enough sleep for a variety of reasons (though the main one left Scott with some sleepless nights as well) and though it took some mild convincing, Scott understood why she would want her own space, though occasionally he was sure he could convince her to stay with them.

There was only one altercation out back of one bar where Scott and Curt stood toe to toe. Of course Brinkley was there, having been the reason Scott was there in the first place. Heated words were exchanged, though Curt’s were mostly apologetic and he took ownership of the situation. Scott had shoved him, but that's where it ended. Curt knew he would end up with a receipt over it in the ring and he was fine with it.

Backstage, Brinkley had resumed talking with Curt on occasion - he was in their dressing room most of the time. Before a house show in Fort Lauderdale, they were the only two at the gym on a rainy, gloomy day. They had paired up and it felt like old times when Curt spotted her. Brinkley wondered if she missed him, or just missed her routine.

“I can give you a ride,” Curt offered when she stopped at the gym’s front desk to call a cab to the arena. Everyone else had been nursing severe hangovers likely caused by whatever pill bottle was making its way through the crowd at the bar. She’d known better than to participate in that.

Brinkley looked at him for a moment, pausing as she dialed. He could tell she was contemplating taking him up on the offer, but knew it would likely upset, at the very least, Scott.

“Are you sure?” She asked, already laying the phone handset down, “Are you going to the arena now?”

“Well, I can. Thought I might grab something to eat,” He shrugged, “But I can drop you off if you want.”

Brinkley thought a moment more before letting go of the phone completely and grabbing her bag.

“I could eat…” She admitted as she walked past him.

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mamamittens · 2 years

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OP reactions to you taking your S/O's face into your hands and kissing their nose cause you're feeling soft. No words. Just nose kissy 😌

Very fluffy sfw headcanons. Zero spice content.

Marco

He's pretty surprised at first! You really caught him off guard there.

He was originally expecting you to say something or maybe kiss his lips--the nose however? Well, he's a little flushed but he just smiles and returns the gesture with a kiss to your forehead.

He'll probably cuddle you a bit more than usual tonight thinking about the kiss.

"You're too cute sometimes..."

Ace

Shocked. Absolutely startled. Something catches on fire and he flails a bit before holding his nose. So flustered, he's going to be spacey for the rest of the day, smiling to himself.

When he finally wrestles himself back under control he's going to hug you and kiss your hair.

"... Love you too."

Thatch

He's thrown. Absolutely floored and thrilled. He didn't expect the cute gesture and it makes him melt a bit. Okay fine, a lot.

He doesn't hesitate to bear hug you and noisily kiss your cheek for being too cute to bear.

"Mmmmm-wah! Sugar for my sweetie pie!"

Law

I think he'd be less shocked if you suggested making a fruit salad with several devil fruits to be honest. Give him a bit, he's trying to process the affectionate gesture.

Okay so it takes him a lot longer than a minute. He's frozen solid in shock bear with him. The first several seconds is trying to figure out what your ploy is. Then it occurs to him that you might have just... Wanted to smooch his nose. Just because you could. Because you wanted to.

It takes you trying to run away with laughter to get him moving. After that he's quick to scoop you up into his arms and kiss your ear with a smirk as you laughed harder.

"Who said you were allowed to be this cute?"

Zoro

He's taken aback for a minute. Surprised but not unpleasantly so, he sort of fake huffs. Wrapping his arms around you and tucking your head under his chin so he can hide his flustered smile in your hair.

He's got a reputation to protect after all! He takes a moment to relish the flex of muscles on your back as you breathe against his embrace.

"Close enough for you?"

Sanji

Well, congrats. He's dead. You killed him. He's ascended up into the heavens now. He'll probably be babbling and fawning over you for a few minutes as he sweeps you into his arms.

Just. Kissing your face with a deliriously happy grin. If you want to shut him up feel free to do it again, but he might actually die from happiness. Or a nosebleed. Either or really.

"You make me so happy, my angel~!"

Nami

A bit taken aback. If it wasn't for the sappy look on your face she'd suspect some form of duplicity. Perhaps it's a diversion or you wanted something--but nope! You just... Wanted to kiss her nose.

Dork. She kisses your face, right next to your eye so you have to close them. Perfect for pulling you into a half spin hug. Just for a moment.

She just wants to... Enjoy the moment.

"Let's just stay like this for a bit."

Ussop

Flustered baby. Immediately pulls his hat over his face as he sputters. Cut to the chase and do it again, confirming that you did it on purpose. Once he manages to reboot he's going to give a little, breathless laugh. A lopsided grin just a bit wobbly and teary.

Don't ask why it got to him so much. Just enjoy the soft hug as he buried his face in your shoulder.

"... You're too good to me."

Luffy

He's quiet for a moment before laughing loudly. Eagerly pulling you into a tight embrace. Might be his favorite kiss ever. If he's ever sad, feel free to abuse this new power.

He won't ever take it for granted. Though he will return it with a noisy kiss to your nose as well. Maybe smoothing your faces together a bit too. It never fails to bring a smile to his lips

"Again!"

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trafalgarya · 1 year

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How is it like to be in a relationship with Kara members ?

With : Eida, Delta, Daemon, Code, Amado, Kashin Koji, Jigen/Isshiki.

gn!reader.

manga spoilers.

aged up Daemon.

brief mention of depression, autism, and insomnia.

SFW only!! i'll write a NSFW part if you guys want it.

i'm not currently reading the manga, so i don't know much about Eida. i'll just go with the flow and with what i know about her.

Eida

Being in a relationship with Eida is extraordinarily romantic.

She'll definitely call you pet names. "Darling", "Sweetheart", "Pretty boy/girl", or simply "My love".

Because of her ability, she's used of everyone falling in love with her. But with you ? Completely different.

She didn't even had to use her power to capture your heart. Being the charismatic and elegant person Eida is, she made an extraordinary first impression without even trying.

I think she would prefer a person just like her, calm and confident. She wouldn't mind an energetic person too, but that reminds her too much of her little brother, Daemon.

She'll act like a mother to you, always making sure you drank and ate well enough, got enough sleeping, being in good health, etc. She'll be very caring with you.

She wants her S/O to be perfect. Not superficially, but more like mentally. She wants her S/O to be the happiest person because of her. She want to please them, to be the center of their life. But in a cute way, not like in a possessive way.

She's into traditional things. Just offer her flowers, dance with her, hug her while she's cooking, kiss her slowly but gently in her neck, and i can assure you she'll be at your feet. She'll be melted by all that.

Her main love languages are physical touch, words of affirmations, and acts of service. She can't help but want to touch you every time. It doesn't even have to be sexual. She just want to hold your hand, feeling your hand around her waist, your lips against hers, your fingers on her hips. She's also pretty eloquent, so she'll recomfort you whenever you are in a bad mood or something. She'll give you plenty of compliments, kissing all your insecurities and looking at you with a look full of love. She also demonstrates her love by buying you something you love, taking you on amusement park, eating ice cream with you. Everything.

She. Will. Introduce. You. To. Her. Brother. That's not even an option. He sometimes insert himself in your dates, just to be sure you aren't tempting to hurt his precious sister. Boy have his eyes locked on you. He already threatened to kill you if you dare hurting her. But Eida reassures him, so he's more and more relaxed with you as time passes by.

Overall, she loves you very much. She's a really romantic and loving person. Don't hurt her little heart who's craving love, she trust you very much.

Delta

MOMMY.

Listen, i adore her very much.

And, i was genuinely surprised at her reaction when she understood she loved Eida- She was romantically totally different in my head 😭.

Anyways-

Her love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch, as showed in the manga.

V E R Y C L I N G Y. She will always hug you or hold your hand whenever she can.

She would be so protective of you. If you don't feel safe, wherever you are, just tell her where you are and she'll come at the speed of light. Literally. (considering the fact that she can manipulate light, that's not an hyperbole 💀)

Very clingy in bed, always hugging you.

She's the big spoon tho, i just can't imagine this woman being the little spoon.

I don't feel like she'd use pet names for you. But if she do, it must have my/mine included. "My love" or "My angel" is what she'd use.

She's very understanding when it comes to problems or troubles. Depression ? If she can do something, she won't hesit once. Autism ? Although she's not the best emotion-wise, she'll try her best to help you. Difficulty to sleep ? She won't sleep until you're asleep first. She'll make you feel loved, protected and safe, whatever the situation is.

Definitely showering you in kisses as she's wrapping her arms around you, bringing you on her lap, and kisses each one of your insecurities separately.

Not the biggest fan of PDA, but she won't hesitate to hold your hand or kissing your cheek quickly, often followed by Code teasing Delta for being such a "dovey-lovey".

She'll always keep an eye on you. Whether you're sleeping or just sitting at her side doing nothing, she'll stare at you at each and every moment of your life.

Overall, Delta is very supportive of you, encouraging you if you want do to something, and she's too much in love with you to even considering being close of someone else.

Daemon (aged up)

Being in a relationship with Daemon is... very energetic...

Bro has too much energy.

At this point, you're acting more like a parent than a lover for him.

Introduced you to her sister two minutes after knowing you. No, i'm not lying.

He attached himself too fast, so Eida isn't surprised when she met another one of his little brother's potentiel love interest.

But, this time, she felt it was different. Daemon loved you very much, it was not like usually. The blush on his face and the big smile he's letting appear while near you, or just talking about you, made Eida genuinely happy. Her brother was finally serious in a relationship. Thus, she'd be more relaxed and friendly with you.

Daemon would certainly share his meals with you. I think his favourite food is ice cream, so you'll always buy an ice-cream for both.

Whenever he feels bored or tired, he's directly coming to you with that childish tone and this amusing walk.

"Y/NNNNNN... 'am sleepy..."

Rubbing his eyes, he's just too cute for you to say no. He always ends up with his head on your lap or just him sitting on it, his arms around your waist/neck, and a cute sleepy face. Snoring a bit, adding more to his cuteness.

If you're walking outside, except him to be on your shoulders, playing with your hair, a big and innocent smile on his face.

Protecting you won't be a problem. His power can literally reflect any attack as long as it's intended or vizualised. All he has to do is touching you with his palm (he would use that as a pretext to hold your hand btw), and reflecting the attack as he's hiding your eyes. But he's also physically strong, so he would just jump on the person and kicking him until he's unconscious and coming back to you like a flower, as he didn't just beat the shit out of someone.

I think you've guessed it : Definitely into PDA. Always on your shoulders, holding your head, or kissing you.

Definitely using too much pet names for you. "Baby" and "Darling" are his favourites.

Clinging to you when sleeping. Definitely the little spoon.

Eida trust you very much. Whenever she can't take care of Daemon, she won't be as worry as she usually would. Because you're here now.

I don't think Daemon would really have a type. Someone who accept him for who he is is enough.

Overall, Daemon loves you too. He act more like your child than your boyfriend but yeah-.

Code

A relationship with Code is pretty chill.

Sorry, this part will be short, i don't have too many ideas for him.

Definitely refers to you as "Darling".

When you're outside, he always have an arm around your shoulders, not giving a fuck about what people think of you or your relationship.

Proud to have you in his life and won't even hide it.

Definitely brought you to Delta, and teased her, saying he's loved, not like her.

He's the only man of your life, even if you don't want it.

Like, you remind about how Code wanted to kill Daemon just to be the only man to Eida ? Basically the same with everyone that's a love rival to him.

He'll rant to you about his admiration to Jigen, but also will vent about how much he hates Kawaki and that he should've took his place as Isshiki's vessel.

Want to stay with you everytime.

His favourite type of kiss is the French Kiss. Long, passionate, sensual, intimate... All that.

Not the biggest fan of PDA, but not against it.

Overall, a relationship with Code is pretty chill. He loves you and don't hide it. He's proud of you. "That's my S/O", he'd say.

Amado

A relationship with Amado is the concept of maturity itself.

You two are probably taking breakfast together, and you love coffee as much as he did.

You're smoking together too. I can see Amado smoking on the balcony of his house, with his S/O. If you're not smoking, however, he's fine with just having you by on his sides. And if you don't like the smell of cigarette, that's fine with him too. He'll smoke whenever he's away from you.

You two will talk about everything while he's working on Kara's bodies. If you want to, he'll explain every single step he's doing on his computer.

You're probably in good terms with Jigen, as he seemed to consider Amado as a friend.

He won't be as affectionate as Delta is, but he's sure to remind you everyday that he loves you. Not even compliments, maybe just making your breakfast or helping you with whatever is your problem.

Amado is a great listener. Just tell him whatever is stressing you, and he'll make it his priority. He wants to make you know that he's here for you.

I can see Amado having an arm around your waist as you're walking outside.

He'll let you rest your head against his chest as you two are sleeping. Probably smell like cigarette, coffee or just the man smell. You know, the virility smell. Something like this.

You two definitely have kids. I can see Amado as a great dad, always proud of their kids, patting their head as they bring a great note at school.

If you're feeling sick, Amado's got it. He'll bring you glasses of water in bed as he's putting a little watered towel on your forehead, slowly rubbing your back.

He'd definitely want someone like him, calm and patient. Smart, too. He doesn't care about your body, he loves who for who you are inside, not outside.

Overall, Amado is such a good husband. Always taking care of you and being a good person. He loves you very much and would show it.

Kashin Koji

A relationship with Kashin Koji is... well... complicated ?

Like, he was always shown with a neutral and reserved face, also frowning. He didn't really showed an emotion through the entire show, except when he was about to die to Isshiki.

He loves you, ofc, and you know it. He just don't really know how to show it.

That'll be little attentions, like keeping an eye on you with his toads, and he'll intervene if the situation become bad. He don't bring about it later though.

I do believe Kashin Koji is flustered whenever he have to hug you or whatever.

If you need calm sometimes, he'll grab your hand and enter in one of his toad with you, either just enjoying the view or sending both of you to Mount Myōboku.

That man is smart, so when you are sad or stressed, he immediately see it. He'd leave you your favourite food or your favourite book if he isn't in house.

...

I don't have any ideas... So...

Overall, Kashin Koji loves you, but can't really express it directly. Instead, it'll be with little actions.

Jigen/Isshiki Ōtsutsuki

They're the same person, so just pick the one you want. I'll speak in both of their names for you to interchange.

Anyways, a relationship with Jigen/Isshiki is quite reserved and discreet.

Jigen/Isshiki himself is a discreet and reserved person, so no doubt that he'll prefer someone like him.

He'll let you sit on his lap if you want to, while he's reading a book or if he's resting.

Not into PDA. Sorry man.

If you have to carry something big, just ask Jigen/Isshiki. He'll either carry it himself or reducing it with Sukunahikona.

Only smiling frankly around you. And that's rare.

He'll let Amado take care of you if he can't. He trust him like a friend, so yeah. Oh and, you're in good terms with Amado btw.

You broke something precious ? Don't worry, Jigen/Isshiki already made tons of copies of this object and sent them in his dimension where time doesn't flow. He'll just bring it to you and pat your head. He'd say something like "There, there. You don't have to worry anymore."

It doesn't seem like it, but he's an affectionate man when he wants to. He'll bring you in a soft, warm hug if you're feeling down, just rubbing your back and letting you vent. He'll listen all of it.

If it's because a Kara member, be sure you'll never see them anymore. If that's because someone else, you won't see them anymore too. It it's something else, just leave it to him. He'll solve the problem in little to no time.

Would give you the world if you wanted to. He just want to see his S/O happy.

The only pet name he'll use is "Dear". But in front of others, he'll simply call you by your name in a soft tone.

He'll protect you from every danger. It's not like it's a big deal after all. He effortlessly beat Naruto and Sasuke together. If it wasn't for the Baryon Mode, they'd be dead by now.

Code won't be a big deal too. Even though he's stronger than Jigen/Isshiki, he respect him too much to even consider hurting you.

Little naps in the middle of the day, a plaid between the two of us, his arm around your waist. You couldn't feel safer than in Jigen/Isshiki Ōtsutsuki's presence. You know how strong he is and how much he'd do for you.

Overall, a relationship with Jigen/Isshiki is discreet and calm but loving and romantic.

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