#:D is his most threatening expression by far

[spacedace]

Here have another dc x dp Super Serious Chaos snippet I remembered about lol

As always feel free to take this as a (too long) prompt if anyone is interested 😄

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Ghosts and Kryptonians, as it turned out, had a bit of overlap when it came to biology.

Not much, admittedly, considering that ghost biology was largely…made up, as best as any of the League’s medical staff could figure and as best as the Yetis could explain. They were usually human shaped - at least those that had been human in life were usually human shaped - but they were made entirely out of ectoplasm, a highly mutable substance that could appear incredibly unpredictable in how it behaved if you weren’t intimately familiar with how it worked. A ghost’s biology, as much as it could be called, depended entirely on the ghost, what they thought their biology should be and how they felt at any given point of time.

Still, there were some things that were more or less standard that were familiar enough. Super strength and speed, heightened senses, flight. Fangs too, though those tend to vary a great deal more in size when it came to ghosts compared to Kryptonians. Most interesting of all though - at least as far as Jon was concerned at the moment - was the fact that like Kryptonians, ghosts could purr.

And they used their purring in much the same way as Kryptonians. Self-soothing, encouraging healing, expressing happiness or - as the case might be in the here and now - bonding.

That’s what Danny had said was the point of this purring when he’d shown up and taken stock of the situation. Elle, out of her mind on some weird strain of supernatural flower thanks to some demon deciding to try and drug her into compliance and marry her - gross, Jon was glad it had been torn to shreds, he was kinda disappointed he didn’t get to help really - was reduced entirely to very basic ghostly instincts. She’d lost human speech, lost understanding of the world around her, and lost grip on who she was. Something that could have been incredibly dangerous - and had been for the dumbass demon that had orchestrated the whole scheme, Elle had eviscerated it with a viciousness that threatened to awaken something in him if he thought about it too much - though thankfully for them Elle had some semblance of recognition of who they were.

Well. Some of them, at least.

She’d very much had not seemed aware of who most of the Justice League members that responded to the situation were and had been just as intent on doing to them what she’d done to the demon. Jon and Damian were for sure going to get a lecture later on it, but them jumping in between their out of control friend and the others had been the right call. They knew how she fought better than anyone, knew how to counter her without hurting her and how to use her own overwhelming strength and power against her if need be.

Besides, they knew Elle.

They trusted her. Even as she lost semblance of her form and started looking more like…well okay Jon couldn’t really say what Elle looked like at the time. Damian called it eldritch and Jon can’t help but agree that it was the right word for it. Looking at her straight on for too long while she’d been in attack mode hurt and his brain sort of just…slid off any attempts to describe just what he was seeing when he looked at her. So eldritch seemed the right fit, even if he felt a bit bad having to describe her as such. Elle hated Lovecraft with a fiery passion, she’d despise knowing that anything associated with him was applied to her.

Jon was getting distracted. The point was, even if Elle was reduced to base ghostly instincts and acting aggressive and trying to eat Green Lantern, Jon and D knew that she’d never hurt them. And for the record they’d been right!

She’d frozen in the air as they dove in front of GL and into her line of sight, furious screeching going quiet and form settling back down into a more familiar - and comprehensible - shape and let loose a series of chirps and trills and whistling notes. And while no one could understand exactly what they meant, Jon and Damian could feel the emotions she put into the sounds. Happiness and relief and safe-safe-safe that made them realize that some of her aggression must have been from thinking that something had happened to them.

The next thing either of them had known they were wrapped up in a whole lot of Elle - body significantly more human-shaped, though still a bit indistinct when it came to her features - as she gave low rumbling purrs. She wouldn’t let anyone else near them - hissing and growling warningly in ways that made ears bleed when his dad and Bruce tried to creep closer, pulling him and D behind her protectively - but she was at least content to not attack anyone so long as no one got too close.

“It should wear off in about a week.” Danny said, butting his head like a cat against Elle’s as he checked on them. Elle recognized her father as she had Jon and Damian and had been fine letting him close, though notable did not try and pull him in on their impromptu cuddle session. “Probably less if we can get her back to her Lair in the Zone. Having outsiders near her Grave after fighting off an enemy is probably making things worse.”

Danny drifted back towards where the League was awkwardly huddled at a safe distance, giving a comforting trill when Elle’s purring stopped and she gave a nervous little chirp. She clung to Jon and Damian a little tighter from where she’d wrapped her wispy tail around them, glowing green eyes locked on the League suspiciously, but she stayed where she was. Jon purred himself, trying to match the low frequency she’d been using earlier to draw her attention back to them and keep her calm. Damian, unable to purr but undeterred by the limitation of human vocal chords, hummed softly as well. Elle gave an adorable little mrrp and pulled them even closer to her, nuzzling beneath each of their chins in turn, purr starting back up again.

“I was under the impression Phantasma wasn’t dead in the…traditional way.” Jon’s dad said, face pinching in concern. “Or that her grave would be near…” He motioned to the dark cave around them, lit only by literal hellfire in shades of red and orange. They were roughly a fifty miles from any kind of civilization, in some mountainous location in Europe. Possibly Finland? Jon hadn’t been paying much attention outside of following Elle’s distress beacon as quickly as possible without the wind speed suffocating Damian in the process.

Danny shook his head. “Oh she’s not. She’s Mirrorborn.” He waved a hand blandly, unaware or ignoring the League’s confusion at the term, “I don’t mean that kind of grave. I mean her Grave, capital ‘G’ and all. It’s like, hmm,” He paused, looking considering before offering, “I guess the closest thing might be like a pack? Like wolves, sorta. She’s in my Grave, since I’m her Reflected.” Danny motioned towards where Elle was now happily purring again, running her very sharp - and disturbingly longer than usual - clawed fingers through his and Damian’s hair. It was soothing, even with the vague notion that he should be worried about getting sliced to bits lazily popping up at the back of Jon’s mind. “But she’s old enough to go out and make a Grave of her own, and she’s claimed those two as part of it.”

“Claimed?” Bruce asked, voice lower than usual and definitely more dangerous. He hadn’t looked away from them the entire time, even when Danny showed up.

The older ghost gave a reassuring smile, “It sounds way more possessive than it is. It just means that her Core recognizes them as people she cares about a lot.” He glanced over towards them again expression going soft and fond. “The claiming is less a mark of ownership and more of like a ‘Back off’ sign for anyone who might try and fuck with them.”

Danny waved a hand in their direction again, “It’s what she’s doing now with all the cuddling. There was danger and she couldn’t find her Grave, so she panicked and lashed out. When they showed up she went into protection mode, it’s why she won’t let you near.” He glanced over to make sure the League understood, at their various nods he continued, “The cuddling is partially letting her know their safe, but it’s also making sure they’re absolutely covered with her ecto-signature so that anything that can sense it thinks twice before trying to go after them.” Danny’s grin went cheeky, “She’s basically giving them the Infinite Realm’s version of Scary Dog privileges. There’s not much in the Zone that’d be willing to fuck with the Grave of someone in our family.”

“Hn.” Bruce said, though Jon could see that some of the sharpness had left the line of his shoulders. “She doesn’t recognize us as members of her Grave?”

Danny shrugged. “Don’t take it personally. She likes you guys a lot - you’d probably be dead right now if she didn’t, even with those two keeping her calm - but there’s a difference from being friends with someone and having them as part of your Grave.”

No one looked terribly reassured.

Possibly due to the implication that Elle could kill them all more than the idea that she’d try while in such an altered state. And probably Jon should be worried about that too, but it wasn’t all that much of a surprise, really. He’d seen Elle beat Damian at Go before. They were usually tied 50/50 these days. If she could do that, there really was no hope for the Justice League - even his Dad, though he probably shouldn’t say that out loud.

Oh well. Point was, Damian absolutely could destroy the entire Justice League - Kryptonians and all - probably without even lifting a finger if he really put his mind to it and Elle was just as brilliant when it came to wily plays and unbeatable strategies and overwhelming force.

Okay so he might, a little bit, be totally in love with the both of them and believe they were the single most impressive and unstoppable people in the universe. That had no baring on his estimation on their abilities to take over the world if they ever decided they wanted to. It did, admittedly, probably skew his thoughts on if they ever would try their hands at world domination, but only a little.

Anyway he was 95% certain he could convince them to knock it off before they actually launched any world domination plans.

99% if he had time to get Ma to make cinnamon rolls before he went to talk them down.

Not the point, really. The point, right now, was that Elle had made him and D part of her Grave. That she cared for them enough that not even being reduced to her most dangerous, aggressive state, almost completely unable to distinguish friend from foe, was enough to keep her from knowing who they were.

(J’onn J’onzz - scanning the emotions and surface thoughts of the three young heroes to make sure no one was in danger or distress - would like to note to the young man that that was also not the point.

He had the distinct feeling, however, that any attempt to bring that up would go entirely over the young Kryptonian’s head.)

“So!” Danny said clapping his hands together decisively as he flashed a wide grin at Jon's dad and Bruce, “Who wants to pack these two some bags while I get them all moved to Ellie’s Lair?”

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #jon kent #jon el kent #jon lane kent #damian wayne #dani phantom #danielle phantom #elle phantom #justice league #bruce wayne #clark kent #danny fenton #ghost king danny #j'onn j'onzz #slightly eldritch Elle Phantom #super serious chaos #Ghosts Purr #Kryptonians Purr #Damian can't purr but he's not gonna let that stop him #Justice League watching slightly eldritch Elle fuss over Jon & Damian: 👀 #Danny - trying to be reassuring: Don't worry if she wanted to violently murder you she totally would have already! 😀 #Jon: I would never say that Damian & Elle are incredibly dangerous & could bend the world to their will & I'm scared of that #Jon: Damian & Elle are incredible dangerous & could bend the world to their will & I love that SO MUCH about them #Jon: *heart eyes and dreaming sighing* #J'onn just looks at Clark and the people he's in love with (Lois & Bruce most notably): yeah this tracks #Bruce: *stares into the middle distance as he realizes that at this rate King Phantom is going to be his in-law before the month is out* #Clark: You can't fake your death to avoid it I'd come find you #Bruce: *disgruntled bat noises*

[kwanisms]

genre: smut (sorry, this is pure filth lmao)

pairing: bff!Mingyu x (f) reader

wc: 908

warnings: smut (minors dni), size kink, bulge kink, big d!ck Gyu, cursing

a/n: I have no excuses. Sky asked me to torture her with Mingyu instead of Hongjoong, so this is the result. The happiest of birthdays to my love, my soulmate, my other half. This one is for you @yoonguurt

[00:24]

It had been a simple question, asked by your best friend.

"What's the biggest dick you've ever had?"

Totally innocent question for Mingyu to ask you. Best friends ask each other that all the time, right?

So how did it lead to you on your back, Mingyu between your thighs with quite possibly the biggest dick you've ever seen in your life resting on your lower stomach as if measuring how far it would reach inside you?

If you weren't nervous before, when Mingyu slyly suggested he showed you that his was bigger than any you'd ever had, the idea of this monster splitting you open certainly made you nervous now.

Mingyu, sensing your apprehension, gently ran his hand up the outside of your thigh, as if to quietly say "hey, I'm here. I've got you." His touch helped ease some of the tension but it didn't go away completely. Not when you could see and feel how absolutely huge, and heavy, his cock was.

"Is that even going to fit??" You managed to squeak out, trying not to eye him up. Mingyu smiled down at you, that sweet almost innocent smile he always gave you.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I promised I'd go slow and be careful," he answered, fingers skimming over the skin of your knee.

He had taken his time earlier, before he showed you his cock, working you up, teasing your clit with his tongue (which he was fantastic at by the way) and stretching you with at least three of his fingers to prepare you. Even then, you still didn't think it would fit.

Nodding your head silently, you gazed up at him with wide eyes, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you nibbled on it softly.

"Okay," you finally said, letting out a breath you forgot you were holding in. "I trust you," you added.

Mingyu valued your trust and loyalty in him more than anything. He was your best friend after all.

Taking his massive length in his hand, he leaned back a bit, guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance, slowly rubbing the tip against you and coating it in your arousal. He had a small bottle of lubricant on hand if he needed it but hopefully, with how much attention he gave you earlier, you wouldn't need it.

Keeping his eyes on your face to watch for any sign of discomfort, Mingyu slowly pushed the head of his cock into you, stilling momentarily to gauge your reaction. You nodded, waving your hand almost nonchalantly, as if it was perfectly normal for your best friend to be filling your wet cunt with his monster sized dick.

Totally normal.

He continued, sliding further in, eyes threatening to shut as your tight walls tried to pull him in deeper. It took almost every bit of willpower in him not to slam his hips into yours, filling you in one quick thrust. As much as he wanted to be full inside you, he didn't want to scare you, or worse, hurt you.

Mingyu kept his eyes trained on your face, watching your expression morph into one of shock as he slid in slowly, inch by inch until he felt the tip of his cock press against something that somewhat hard, stopping him from stuffing his entire length inside you.

He glanced down and saw that while most of his shaft was inside you, there was still a good couple of inches left. He looked back up to meet your gaze, one of his hands moving to your thigh and caressing it gently.

"Talk to me," he whispered, trying to hide exactly how difficult it was for him to hold back. "You okay?"

You nodded. Surprisingly, it hadn't hurt as much as you thought. Sure there was a stinging but thanks to his preparation, he went in without much resistance. Although it took a toll on your body; trying not to cum instantly on his cock was a challenge itself. You didn't think you'd last long when he started moving.

"I'm not fully in," he admitted with a sheepish grin. You glanced up at him, eyes widening. "What?" you asked incredulously. He nodded, looking back down to where your bodies met.

"Yeah, still got a couple inches left," he continued.

You let your head fall back against the pillows. "Jesus fuck, Mingyu," you cursed, causing a cheeky grin to appear on your best friend's face. "Mingyu is fine," he said jokingly. "You don't have to call me Jesus." Your eyes snapped up to meet his dark gaze.

"But fuck?" he continued, pulling back slightly only to thrust forward slowly, leaving you breathless as he shoved his entire cock into your pussy. You gasped out, grabbing the sheets below you.

"Oh my god!" you panted, feeling as if he was going to split you in half.

"Oh, would you look at that," he said, eyes no longer on your face but instead looking down at your stomach. You lifted your head to get a peek and let out a whimper at the sight.

Down, just past your navel, was a small bump. A little bulge that you just knew was the tip of his cock. Your eyes traveled up the tanned and toned skin of your best friend, already finding his gaze on your face, a mischievous glint in his eye, and a devilish smile on his lips.

"Looks like it fits after all."

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #kim mingyu #mingyu scenarios #mingyu imagines #mingyu fluff #mingyu smut #mingyu x reader #seventeen timestamps #mingyu timestamps

[crimsonji]

Can I request a Tighnari x f! Reader that after the archon quest, when they're going to sleep his s/o asks him to take off his shirt to see his scar and then just kisses on it

The rest I'll leave u in your hands :D

୨୧ Late Night Kisses

“ tighnari leaves himself bare, scars exposed and vulnerable to you in the warm glow of a lantern and silent nightfall “

ft. tighnari x fem!reader

cw: suggestive maybe? lots of kissing, archon quest spoilers, not proofread, mention of husband and wife but besides from that mostly gn!, maybe ooc idk its all very romantic and intimate

>> 🍁 kazuha's musings : tighnari’s been getting a lot of love on this blog recently…. not that I mind he’s one of my favourites, tighnari please come home. also I’m assuming by scar you mean by when he got struck by lightning so I’m going with that! ty for sending in a request this was so fun to write !!!!!

It had been a few days since that day, where Tighnari and Dehya had been warding off the Fatui until the sky crackled with lightning and cloudy skies that threatened to burst with pure electro energy, causing Tighnari to get struck from the encounter. And now, it seems that the entirety of Sumeru has been going through a whirlwind of discoveries and immense change.

That seemed to be the last thing on your mind, though, almost all of your attention had been directed towards Tighnari and his steadily improving health. Once you learned what had happened to Tighnari, you heavily insisted (basically forced) on aiding him in his daily activities until he was alright.

Not like Tighnari could do anything in this state anyways, his line of work heavily relied on his mobility, and the simple act of sitting down was far less than pleasant. For now, the most work he could do was write down his latest discoveries of various fungi and monitor Haypasia’s seemingly catatonic state of slumber.

Your nerves were finally settled once Tighnari felt he was suitable to take on his forest ranger duties again, but you did still express some concern for his health as high-ranked scholars and subordinates of the Akademiya had been granted mercy by Lesser Lord Kusanali and had been resided to Gandharva Ville to study forestry and discover knowledge in the new era that Sumeru was entering without an Akasha terminal.

In turn, the workload had increased tenfold for the forest rangers and Tighnari was all the more busier than he usually is. He appreciated your concern, really, and you two made it a habit to check in with each other whenever the chance arrived and to relax in one another’s presence in your shared home once the sun fell and the world fell in an illuminated silence for the night… >>

… Your shared bedroom was illuminated by the gentle flame of an oil lamp set on a nightstand that cast faded shadows across the room. Without it, the only source of light would be the speckled dots of burning stars that painted Teyvat’s night sky and its moon that reflected and fractured light across everything it touched.

You could confidently speak for both you and Tighnari just how exhausting and hectic it had been recently, the only refuge in your days being the early mornings where you woke up to see your fast asleep lover showered in blushed sunlight and what currently is nighttime, where you could finally relax both your muscles and mind. You were absentmindedly reading a light novel shipped from an Inazuman publishing house, moreover waiting for Tighnari to finish and join you in bed.

A soft smile crept onto your face, waiting for your lover like this felt rather domestic, almost like a wed couple, the thought of you and your boyfriend being referred to as husband and wife made your chest tingle from your dreams of the future. That fluttering feeling in your heart growing deeper once Tighnari had entered the room wearing a plain shirt and shorts that contrasted the fairly intricate garments he adorned day-to-day.

“You look happy, something exciting happen?” Tighnari chirped, noticing the dreamy smile on your face. You brushed off your somewhat embarrassing fantasies and closed your forgotten light novel to set it on the counter, lifting the sheets to give Tighnari better access as he slid under the thinly veiled covers with you.

“Nothing, I’m more happy that you’re here now.” you sheepishly spoke, moving closer to Tighnari and offering him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

He could only give a cheeky smile in response, ears twitching in approval as a hand traveled to cup your face; tilting your face towards his and leaning in for a kiss you two had been patiently waiting for since that morning. Soft lips molded against yours, Tighnari’s scent flowing your sense of smell and warmth blooming across both your cheeks and tinted lips. Arms wrapped around your waist, gently pushing you closer to him and encapsulating the tender moment.

You pulled away after a few seconds of what was utter bliss, light chuckles coming from both of you. “I missed you.” Tighnari mumbled “Me too.”

Your eyes traveled down to the nape of his neck that was usually covered by a dark turtleneck, frowning slightly at the residual scars from what had happened. Gently, you slowly lifted your hand and placed the tips of your fingers along his neck, dragging down like you were caressing something that could break at any moment. The ticklish sensation made Tighnari shiver until you stopped where his clothes shielded the rest of his skin.

“Does it still hurt?” you mused while pulling downwards at the neck of his baggy shirt, exposing more of the thin veined shockwaves of electricity that shot through his blood in mere milliseconds. The thought of that made you tense, especially since it had happened to someone so near and dear to you.

“Just a bit, but I can move around just fine.” he kindly reassured you, lazily resting his forehead on your shoulder as his shallow breath ticked the nape of your neck. It stayed like that for a short time, taking in each other’s scents and illuminating warmth as the outside was draped in a cold and unforgiving black.

“Tighnari,” you whispered softly into his ear, hearing him hum in response “can you take off your shirt for me?” a pause, then the shuffled noise of Tighnari pulling away from your form and pulling the fabric over his head casually until his entire upper body was fully visible.

Tighnari was always a bit on the skinnier side, but his skill in the bow and agile reflexes reflected in the tone of his stomach and forearms. These aspects of him were always covered with flexible and airy clothing, masking his quite endearing build. But now, Tighnari leaves himself bare, scars exposed and vulnerable to you in the warm glow of a lantern and silent nightfall. The scarred veins branched out in sharp lines like the thin roots of a tree, scattered along his shoulder blade down to his arm. You could notice some bandages wrapped along his waist from his encounter with the Fatui, which you had helped him wrap earlier that day.

You two sat in silence, Tighnari’s body relaxed in your soft gaze wandering across his body and analyzing each and every cut and scar adorning his skin. One hand found comfort on the side of Tighnari’s thin waist, the other trailing along the river of shockwaves that permanently painted Tighnari’s skin. You paused for a moment, eyes meeting his searching for some form of confirmation that it didn’t hurt.

“Please.” He urged you on. Smiling, your lips found comfort on Tighnari’s skin, featherlight pecks dancing across his skin that bloomed in pretty pinks like flower petals.

The ticklish sensation made it difficult for Tighnari to conceal the dumb smile growing on his face by the second, spurts of quiet giggles from the fox intermingled the intimate moment you were sharing. His tail, brushed and oiled methodically, occasionally thumped against the mattress in time with your numerous kisses that travelled along the seams of his neck. Experimentally, your kisses slowly became more intimate, kitten licks and open mouthed kisses felt warm on Tighnari’s numbing senses.

Another kiss was placed on Tighnari’s collarbone, your eyes traveling up to be met with a fool blushing wildly, stripped of all his inhibitions to his very core. You were in Tighnari’s hold, leaning closer towards him until your chests were flushed against one another’s so lips found yours once more. A surprised sound left you when Tighnari flopped back onto the mattress and bringing you down on top of him, the light of the lamp slowly trickling until it barely shone like it used to. Tighnari smiled against your lips, pulling away but still reeling from the overloaded sensations that were stirring in his body.

You silently moved next to him, arms and legs wrapped nonsensically around your bodies like they were knotted together. The fading light softly etched and outlined both of your features, watching Tighnari’s long eyelashes flutter close; faces close enough to feel the rhythmic breath blow into your face like a morning breeze.

You loved him, scars and all, and you made sure Tighnari knew that for as long as the world keeps spinning.

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[jeschalynn]

fashionable misfortune

pairing: barbatos x f!reader

cw: sfw mostly. suggestive content, implied mischief and jealousy. reader is fem-bodied, implied shorter than barbatos and uses she/her pronouns. self-ship coded.

word count: 1.3k+

a/n: this was written for @love-and-lore's fall event for the prompt sweater.

“I heard there was an unfortunate accident in the laundry room today.”

Barbatos stood nearby and watched his young master finish his evening supper. “I’m surprised you heard about it,” he commented mildly. 

Diavolo laughed between bites of his meal. “It was hard to ignore Raphael threatening Number Five with a rain of spears if something like that ever happened again.”

What happened was a series of unfortunate events that started earlier that day. You had just arrived at the Demon Lord’s Castle to have lunch with Barbatos, a quiet moment in his otherwise hectic day that he could spend focused on nothing but you. A warm autumn vegetable soup and freshly baked bread with butter awaited you. He didn’t recognize the thick wool sweater you wore, and he hid his private displeasure when you told him that Raphael made it for you.

“He made sweaters for the other angels and said he had enough leftover wool to make one for me too.”

Barbatos found it hard to believe that the angel conveniently had enough wool, dyed a subtle blend of fall colours that matched your eyes perfectly, but he kept that thought to himself. He must’ve been quiet for too long, or perhaps his annoyance bled into his expression.

You tugged nervously at the sleeves, shuffling on your feet while you tried not to let his scrutiny bother you. “Do you like it?”

“It looks lovely on you,” he responded warmly and honestly. His only regret, one he didn’t admit outloud, was that he hadn’t thought of making something like that for you first.

Lunch passed by in a blur of quiet intimacy and easy conversation. Some moments he remembered more vividly than others: the way your eyes focused on his lips when he brought your hand to his mouth for a kiss, how you nudged his foot playfully under the table, the pleased sounds you made while you ate the food he cooked for you. 

Things started to go wrong during the clean up. Barbatos enlisted the help of Little D. Number Five to carry the dirty lunch dishes away. One minute Number Five was chattering excitedly around your shoulders with a tray balanced precariously in his hands, and the next, there was a splash and a clatter of dishware when the tray toppled over. You weren’t hurt by the shattered dishes near your feet, but your sweater was drenched with what was left in your drinking glass.

You pulled the wet sweater over your head quickly so the liquid didn’t soak into your undershirt as well. Barbatos took the drenched garment from you and thrust it in Number Five’s direction. “See to it that this is cleaned after you’re done tidying up this mess.”

The look on his face would entertain no arguments, and Number Five seemed far too pleased with himself despite the chaos he just created. He waved your sweater over his head in farewell and promised Barbatos that he’d do exactly as he was asked. It dripped on the castle's pristine floors as it trailed through the air behind him.

Barbatos guided you gently from the parlor towards his bedroom. “I’m sorry about Number Five’s clumsiness,” he murmured against your temple after he led you inside the candlelit room. “Would you like me to fetch something else for you to wear?” He kept a dresser tucked away in one of the corners of his room so that you had spare clothing and toiletries available whenever you stayed with him at the castle.

Most of your clothes were still dry, but the warm cider that spilled was splattered across your shoulders and it dripped down your arms; your skin felt uncomfortably sticky and the sweetness was almost nauseating. “I think I’ll have a shower first,” you replied with a grateful smile. You headed towards his private bathroom located on one of the higher levels of his room, but you glanced at him questioningly when you realized he was following you.

He tried to feign innocence, but his smile was sharp with a hint of desire. “That sounds like a wonderful idea, my love,” he breathed against the back of your neck. He nipped playfully at your skin when you shuddered slightly and he followed close behind you, and you felt the evidence of his desire when he brushed against your back. As soon as he closed and locked the bathroom door behind him, he drew you into his arms and captured your lips in a heated kiss.

Nearly an hour later, you were resting your head on his chest, nuzzling sleepily in his arms while you enjoyed the comforting thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear. His long, dexterous fingers, bare without the buttery leather gloves he left on the bathroom floor earlier, traced lazy patterns on your skin. His forked tail was wrapped around your leg, and every so often one of the wet tips tickled the top of your thighs—a reminder of the wicked things he’d done to you not long ago.

“I’m sorry I can’t stay,” you said quietly. “I would if I could, but I promised the others I’d be back later for a movie night.”

“I wouldn’t trade this for anything,” he replied, arms tightening around you slightly, “but I’d like to claim your company tomorrow night.”

The teasing lilt in his voice made you smile, but you startled when his D.D.D. started vibrating loudly somewhere nearby. He snarled quietly at the interruption, but you moved off him so he could get up from the bed to find it. The frown on his face deepened when he finally read the messages that flashed across the screen.

“What’s wrong?” you asked nervously, sitting up and tucking the sheet under your arm as the chilly draft in his room tickled your bare skin.

Barbatos pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head with a sigh. “It seems that there’s a new problem in the laundry room.”

Diavolo chuckled when Number Five floated into the dining room as he finished his dinner. The small lesser demon was wearing your sweater, or what was left of it after he managed to shrink it in one of the castle’s dryers. Even though he resembled a very fashionable beach ball, he paused every time he passed a shiny surface and preened at his reflection.

“You look quite fetching,” the prince said with amusement. Barbatos shot him a glare as if to say, please don’t encourage him.

But Number Five floated over to the table with a wide grin. “Oh, thank you, your highness! I’m so very lucky she let me keep it! I’m not sure why the angel was so angry. All the stains came out and I told him I would take good care of it from now on.” 

The lesser demon cackled when Barbatos shooed him from the dining room so he could tidy up the dishes from Diavolo’s dinner.

“It’s interesting, you know,” Diavolo drawled as he leaned back in his chair. “Number Five is rarely so clumsy, and he’s never asked to do the castle laundry. For all his mischief, he still ended up with quite the prize. I suppose we’ll need to replace that sweater he ruined as well.”

Barbatos hummed as he stacked the empty dinner dishes on a tray. “I've already promised to take her to Majolish tomorrow. She can pick out something new until I can make a proper replacement myself.”

A few quiet moments passed and Barbatos lifted the tray from the table. “Well played,” Diavolo murmured under his breath, shooting his butler a knowing glance. 

Barbatos paused for a brief moment but the sudden stiffness in his shoulders was as good as confirmation. He said nothing else, and only offered his Young Master a side-eyed look tinged with a hint of smug satisfaction before leaving the room.

#☆⋅⋆ ── jes writes #☆⋅⋆ ── selfships #☆⋅⋆ ── selfships: barbatos #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x reader #barbatos x f!reader #barbatos x reader

[lutawolf]

Dear Lutha,

Thank you very much for your kind and quick response to my previous (and very first) question, which was about 'caging' in D/s relationships. I really enjoyed it and I'm looking forward to reading your post on the topic.

Since I appreciate your thoughts so much, I am writing to you on another topic. In some dramas with strong D/s elements (such as Cutie Pie, Love in the Air, My Personal Weatherman, You are mine and even sometimes in KinnPorsche), infantilization dynamics are to be seen. This element is all the stronger as the age gap is marked, even though it can still show up anytime.

I'm not necessarily talking about the Dad/little dynamics, but of a more general Adult/minor type relationship, where the former leads and protects the latter through the usual parental tools (like scolding, giving lessons, correcting, punishing, rewarding etc.. .).

For me, this pattern is for example very strong in a series like My Personal Weatherman, where Segasaki assumes a parental role towards Yoh, who often acts and speaks like a child (either spontaneously or in reaction to his partner's attitude). If I understand them correctly, @notfreetoday's detailed and fascinating posts on language(s) in My Personal Weatherman tend to validate this impression.

So, I wanted to ask you a/ if you would also describe parts of these relationships as consensual infantilization and, b/ if so, if they are in your opinion different from common D/s dynamics. Or whether they should be seen as a particular expression of a mere D/s dynamics.

If you have time, I would be happy to read your thoughts on this matter. Thank you once again for your delightful posts.

Best,

Yassa

Hey Yassa!!!

I'm so glad you enjoy my writing. It means a lot!

"Where the former leads and protects the latter through the usual parental tools (like scolding, giving lessons, correcting, punishing, rewarding etc...)."

Labeling discipline as infantile is limiting. We use corrective tools even in the work place. If you mess up then you get scolded, given a lesson, correcting, and so on. We all need correction at any stage of age. It just depends on your hierarchy on how that correction is given. With a D/s relationship, the hierarchy places the Dom at the top. Therefor, if a Dom just like a Boss is found to be wrong, the consequences will be far different from those given to a sub or subordinate. It's an imbalance in power control.

However, I think I'm capturing what you are really trying to ask. All the shows you just mentioned are BT/b relationships. Which is a D/s relationship involving a Brat Tamer Dom and a brat submissive. This is the type of Dom that I am. We are typically very cool, calm, and collected. We are protective but much more loose on the leash than other Doms. We will often engage in romantic play or play fighting, but push us too far, and you will see an intensity in us that will send shivers down your spine. Regardless of how gentle we seem, we will gladly give it to you if you deserve punishment. Due to our submissives liking to push our buttons, you'll see a more tug of war relationship. Depending on if we want to get ahead of it or let it play out is how you'll see us lead. Which is why you see more disciplining in a BT/b relationship.

The Brat Submissive - Brats in general are overly-aggressive, sarcastic, sassy, and your general coyote. They have no intentions of submitting to anyone's authority or discipline if you have not earned their respect.

The SAM Submissive - The SAM is a type of brat. A SAM type submissive, also known as a Smart-Assed Masochist, is just that, a smart-talking submissive with a quick tongue. Usually, their Sammie behavior isn't actually a cry for attention; it's just their way of being playful. In fact, most SAMs when actually threatened with punishment will back off, saying that they were only playing and that they didn't mean anything by it. Occasionally, this behavior can be incredibly frustrating to their partners, but the rewards far out weigh the negatives.

My Beautiful Man: Starts out as M/s which is Master slave and moves into a deep D/s. No BT/t in this relationship.

Not Me: This is a soft D/s relationship, but it's there. White is a little bit of a brat but much more subservient.

Love In The Air: Very much BT/b relationship. With a Primitive Brat Taming Dom and SAM submissive.

Until We Meet Again: I recommend this one for seeing the difference between a deeper D/s relationship that is Dean and Pharm. In comparison to Win and Team who are BT/b.

Between Us: WinTeam's story. Brat Tamer with a SAM submissive. The difference in Team is that he is a Dom outside of their relationship. So what is called a Sexual Submissive Only.

I Will Knock You: Deep D/s with large age gap. The youngest being the Dom.

Stay By My Side: D/s relationship with a stricter Dom but a brat of a sub.

My Personal Weatherman: A Deep Brat Tamer with a brat submissive.

Hope this was helpful! 💜💜💜

#luta question and answer #luta talks kink #coconuts mafia

[bittersweetcanary]

Summoner who experiences Chronic Fatigue & Chronic Pain 

How the Artw cast reacts to a Summoner with Chronic Fatigue & Chronic Pain. The gender of the Summoner is not mentioned, this can be read as enby, man, woman, trans, etc. :D

Special thanks to Cora ( @adcmans ) for helping me come up with ideas!!

BTW IF you want to add anything please do in the comments, I'd love to hear your ideas!! Or reblog!! :D

[Disability Rep | Pronouns of Summoner not mentioned | Gender of Summoner not mentioned | Some Suggestive Text | Tooth Rotting Sweet at times ]

Spica

Spica’s part has some stuff about the MC/Summoner to explain the context a bit.

You explained your condition to him first, less due to trust and more due to wanting to get accommodated for your disability ASAP, and not being totally sure how to go about that. He seems the most reasonable and accountable of the bunch.

At first, he didn’t quite understand but it certainly didn’t take long with your explanation of your condition. Spica helped you through the process of getting medication through the school due to your… Finances being… Low… (*cough* broke, poor, you have nothing now that you fell through a damn rift- *cough*) Luckily the school easily covered it, taking some of the weight of your anxiety off your shoulders. Wow, their Medicare system is nice. Unlike some places.

Since, to your surprise, Spica checked in on you frequently when you dozed off during meetings or when your pace would slow, asking if you were tired if something hurt, or if you needed to rest.

Spica went with you to pick up some school supplies from one of the village shops, mostly just plenty of pencils with big pencil grips which made it easier to hold. The number of times you’ve lost a pencil simply because it rolled off your desk is… To put it simply, a lot. And a backpack to carry your school stuff in as just holding it wouldn’t quite work for you.

You were quite anxious to start using a mobility aid because then you’d have to explain to everyone why… But Spica made sure to explain to the rest of the Guide Committee just why you were using forearm crutches so they wouldn’t bombard you with questions, after asking if that’d be alright of course.

Upon occasion when you were being stubborn, wanting to keep up with the others, Spica would pull you to the side (-if he had to he would grab your arm just above your elbow and sit you down on the nearest couch beside himself-) and would begin to lecture you- reminding you that it is ok to take breaks & rest. Followed by your comment about his sleep schedule had him stuttering for a moment before coming up with a “good reason” as to why that was totally reasonable. Your expression showed your opinion on that.

It’s safe to say you MADE Spica sleep more hours at night when you could, sometimes he’d be too stubborn. One time he was snappy about it, telling you off harshly though he did apologize later it still stung.

Spica immediately offered to help you ready yourself for the day if you ever felt too tired to do so alone, and you took him up on that offer sometimes, if he could spare some time away from his paperwork.

Spica was the first to offer to take you out for breakfast whenever he could, Arcturus sometimes joined the two of you if they happened to both be free though Spica preferred it to just be the two of you.

Pollux

Before finding out

In class when the Summoner would doze off he’d huff, and puff, but never wake them. Once they woke (or he woke them up after class) he’d chew them out over sleeping through class. Sometimes classes. Threatening to leave them asleep in the classroom next time. (which he never does, it doesn’t take you long to catch on)

You have caught him staring more than once, though you play it off as if you totally didn’t notice him with his head down beside you blatantly gazing at you with big stary eyes.

Sometimes when you’d be writing down your notes your hand would twitch and you’d drop your pencil, having pushed yourself too far. Pollux didn’t notice at first but when you’d take breaks from writing he’d ask why and you’d shrug off his question, picking up the pencil and beginning to work again.

And lunch… Pollux couldn’t quite understand why you’d sleep through lunch of all things, the food was always great. Especially the chocolates he usually kept to himself, that he’d brought as his dessert, he’d sometimes share with you and Arcturus.

Pollux never quite got how you couldn’t keep up with him when he’d run ahead, often telling you to exercise more. It felt insensitive, causing you to show him a bit of a cold shoulder afterward though you knew he just didn’t know about your disability.

Sometimes when you were quite tired and just so happened to be sitting beside Pollux you’d unconsciously doze off while leaning against his shoulder. Pollux would stare at you for a few moments after you leaned against him, then look away and cover his face with his hand, but remain still and quiet so as to not wake you. He would stay there till you woke.

Polly would make rude comments about your disgruntled unkept appearance on bad days, pushing stray hairs into place. Huffed and puffed when he tried fixing up your hair, he got better at that over time. It’s become a sort of daily routine for him to play with your hair during class, sometimes you’d play with his too, he loved it when you did and you could tell by how he squeezed his eyes shut and blushed.

After Spica’s explanation at the meeting

Pollux, much like the others, wondered why you weren’t there till Spica began the Guide Committee meeting. It’s safe to say a lot he was confused about was answered by Spica’s explanation. Why you doze off so much, and why your pencils all have those large grips… And the times you’d just dropped something… He brought up as much during the meeting as he found it concerning that you hadn’t told him, him!.. First... Spica was the most reasonable, he supposed, but you two were close!... Right? He’d work with you on assignments all the time! And share notes… And hangout! (totally didn’t say he wasn’t looking to make friends on day 1)

Pollux is a lil jelly that you didn’t tell him first- he pouts about it.

He was a little pouty around you after that but stopped trying to push you to keep up, or chewing you out over dozing off… Pollux slowed down to your pace whenever he realized he’d been walking at too quick a pace for you. He would constantly glance over his shoulder to make sure you were still there.

He MiGhT try to loop his arm around yours, or just blush a little thinking about it. Maybe if you offered up the idea first he’d go for it.

Alpheratz & Sirius missed the meeting… But Vega didn’t?! Maybe it’s that pathfinding magic, maybe it brought him there? Pollux eyed him up and down, sus. 

Will chew anyone out if they harass or bother you at any point about your disability, yap yap BITE!!

The whole hair play routine you two had started kept up, though he’d offer to help you in the morning if that’s okay, totally understandable if you didn’t want someone in your dorm, but it's him so… It’d be ok, right? Just don’t let anyone else in, they might be bad people.

When he and Arcturus showed up at your dorm, they’d be surprised but they are both besties so they help you out together and sometimes you all go out to breakfast at a cafe as a group <3 Sometimes Vega, Alpheratz, Spica, or Sirius might join if they happen to stop by around the same time, or one of them may try to drag you off for themself…

Alpheratz

Before finding out

Alpheratz thought it was a bit weird that you napped nearly as much as him… More than himself sometimes but never questioned it. It was nice having a nap buddy, someone who didn’t nag him for sleeping so often.

After a while he began to expect you to show up at specific nap locations, he’d bring a spare neck pillow just in case you needed one. And a spare blanket.

Sometimes he’d catch you rubbing at your knees or ankles as if they hurt but when he’d as if something happened you’d say you were just a little tired.

When you would yawn constantly throughout the day despite having napped alongside him he suspected something may be wrong, occasionally checking your health with his magic but not totally understanding what he saw. Alpheratz began to look into possibilities while you napped in the library with him.

He never really kept his appearance up so when you looked messy it didn’t really phase him, though he’d ask teasingly if your messy hair was some sort of new trend.

Finding out

Slept through the meeting assuming it’d be something unimportant- immediately regretted it after Pollux filled him in after he asked you about your mobility aid while the three of you were out at a sweets shop. Alpheratz had been downright staring at your forearm crutches the entire way there, with a very concerned expression.

Pollux scolds Alpheratz- they bicker a little. It’s cute. Then Alpheratz shoves some gummy worms into Pollux’s mouth to shut him up. Pollux stares Alpheratz down, crossing his arms, frowning, and furrowing his brow as he slowly chews the gummy worms.

After finding out

Now he knows what’s wrong and has a better grasp of just what his magic was showing him when he checked up on you.

From then on when you’d nap together Alpheratz made it a habit to check your physical health status using his magic, just to make sure you were ok. Sometimes he would check in to make sure you took your medication, knowing how forgetful you can be.

When he could, Alpheratz would join you, Arcturus, and Pollux for lunch, to spend time with you and make sure you took your meds.

Sometimes, if you seemed more tired than usual or if he saw you over-exerting yourself he’d just pick you up and take you to a comfy spot to nap. After the first few times, you weren’t so surprised. But the first time… You nearly kicked him between the legs and punched his face- in your defense, you didn’t know it was him, AND like wtf- you both laughed it off.

Both of you worked together to make a little “club room” in the back of the library, you both deemed it the Nap Club Tent. It was a sizeable tent- (you guess the only reason the school allowed you to get away with this was because Alpheratz’s grandfather wanted Alpheratz to warm up to him) inside the tent were plenty of blankets, pillows, and a well-padded floor. Some plushies too, those were purely your touch at first, then Alpheratz added some that he thought you’d like.

Sometimes Alpheratz would offer to help you get ready for the day, a slight blush on his cheeks, then he would quickly offer to hire someone else to help care for you if you wanted. 

When you’d go out as a group with Arcturus and Pollux for breakfast he would sometimes join, offering to pay for you and the others though sometimes he’d get up extra early just to take you out by himself.

Arcturus

Before finding out

Arcky found it odd that you would yawn so often, and how you seemed to occasionally limp, but if he pointed it out you’d brush it off and adjust your posture and how you walked. He’d frown, he wasn't sure what was going on but how you acted gave him a bad feeling.

Sometimes when you looked incredibly drowsy while standing he would ask if you needed to sit down with furrowed brows, just what weren’t you telling him? 

When he would ask if something was wrong you’d change the topic with ease, Arcturus couldn’t remember what he’d asked after talking about some other random thing.

He had asked Spica if he noticed it as well… Which led Spica to ask you which kicked off the conversation.

Began occasionally stopping by your dorm in the mornings if he was free after seeing how messy and tired you looked most days, offering to help you prepare for the day. He helped when he could though he would often ask you why you looked so tired.

Finding out

Spica explains the situation to him first, being the only other Fili Pferer & Spica’s most trusted confidant. Arcturus was a little worried and sad that you hadn’t told him personally but understood it was probably difficult to talk about. Still pouted a little. But only a little!

After finding out

He helped to explain your disability to Vega and Pollux with Spica.

Later he ran into Sirius… After being chased by that big black dog!! Scary!! He updated Sirius on the recent meeting, assuming he’d just been too busy with missions to show up! Why else would his friend miss the meeting, he must’ve had a good reason! Though Arcky didn’t push Sirius to tell him why he’d missed the meeting.

Arcturus would constantly check up on you whenever he could. (when random Fili Pfere sorcerers weren’t dragging him around) Sometimes he’d go overboard and continue to ask you what he could do to help till you told him you were alright, only then would he stop and sigh in relief. 

He likes to offer to make food for you, get you a drink, or sometimes he will just leave a snack with a cute little note wishing you well if he finds you napping. (with a little smiley face)

Will also cover you with a blanket and place a pillow beneath your head VERY CAREFULLY if you don’t already have a blanket and/or pillow.

Might gaze at you for a while if you doze off while hanging out with him before sputtering if you ask him why he was staring.

Began to make it a point to stop by your dorm in the morning to help you prepare for the day whenever he was free, knowing that sometimes just keeping up with your hair and skin care was difficult. Then he would walk with you to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Loves having breakfast with you and Pollux, he wishes the others would join you all more often!! Super excited and happy when everyone or almost everyone shows up!!

Vega

Before finding out

Vega arrived at the meeting right on time to Spica, Pollux, and Arcturus’s surprise. He felt that he should be there, for this particular meeting.

It was plain to see that you weren’t getting enough sleep, the bags under your eyes were telling and the yawning at 9 a.m.! Your symptoms stressed Vega out quite a bit to the point he would constantly be on you about getting plenty of sleep. 

Might force you to go back to bed if you doze off during breakfast.

After Spica’s explanation at the meeting

Vega is incredibly worried about you. However, the way he shows this feels more like a nagging older sibling. Sometimes he would give you harsh lectures when you push yourself a little too far.

One time he offered to carry you when you felt too tired to walk, your knees hurting, but when he tried- he apologized so many times after you both fell. His cheeks were utterly red when he looked up at you, atop him, before you got up. From then on, when he was with you he made sure no one blocked your path. 

“ MAKE WAY SUMMONER IS TIRED “

If you ever decided to bring up that one time he tried to carry you he’d just DIE.

Constantly offers to carry anything he can for you just to take some of the weight off your shoulders. He will do whatever he can to help.

Grumpy if he can’t have breakfast with you by himself. Might try to drag you away, if only he could. Will not respond to anyone unless the topic is you. Or if he is talking to you.

Sirius

Before finding out

Sirius didn’t say much, other than teasing you over just what could be keeping you up to make you that tired. “Were you thinking of me last night Summoner~? I’m so flattered~”

Sometimes he would drag you about with him on a random mission or just more fun which hurt your joints a LOT, when you would tell him you needed to slow down and rest he would tell you to keep pushing forward if you ever want to build your endurance. Not giving what you said or your actions a second thought as he brushed you off.

It certainly stung each time he’d brush you off so you began to give him the cold shoulder if he tried to drag you along one of his schemes.

After Arcturus’s explanation

Spica didn’t specify what the meeting was about beforehand so he just skipped it. Or maybe he would’ve anyway? He’s busy, but with what? O-o sus.

When Arcturus showed up, with the black dog playfully giving chase, he was told what the meeting was about. Though he brushed Arcturus off at first. But when Arcturus mentioned that it was about you, Sirius listened.

How’d he not notice sooner? When thinking back, it seemed quite obvious…

Your pained expression to the sheer amount of times you dozed off… You even told him you needed a break so many times and he just brushed you off… He swore at himself for not thinking more about your health. Adding to the list of things he loathes about himself.

After finding out

Sirius was noticeably more careful around you, not yanking you about or pushing you to keep up with him. Instead, he would pull you into little hidden nooks to hide or teleport away with you in his arms, to hide from the other Sorcerers when he blew something up again.

Slowly you warmed up to him after he began to actually listen to you, but you were always at least a little wary of his intent.

To make up for his carelessness he spoiled you as much as you would let him for a good month, he swore to get you anything if you’d forgive him but you just wanted him to understand and that he did. And still got you things he knew you liked.

If you felt too tired to apply makeup(if you wear that), nail polish, clean your face, and or fix your hair in the morning he’d be there to help, offering to do so when you looked worse for wear and insisting that you call him whenever if you need help getting ready for the day ahead at any time! He would be there, anything for his Summoner.

Sirius also just loved to get to do your hair and nails, and help you choose out a cute outfit for the day! Totally didn’t attempt to peek at you changing like a perv. Denies it after he was caught. Doesn’t try again, but teases you, asking if you’d give him a show.

Beats Alpheratz at getting up early just to take you out to breakfast first, will tease him about it if Alpheratz asks where you’ve been.

Sirius ends up taking you to breakfast quite often when he isn’t out on a mission, sitting beside you with his hand on yours.

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight pollux #artw #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight sirius #twilight arcana arcturus #twilight arcana vega #disability #disabilityrep #disability representation #rheumarthritis #rheumatoid arthritis

[toms-cherry-trees]

Hi Mars, congratulations again on 1.5K, what a milestone :D Here with a gif blurb request for Polly, thought this gif could possibly be an interesting combo with angst. Excited to see what it'll inspire in you :)

This one was a challenge! So welcome to my first Polly writing ever! I did not know if you wanted it romantic or platonic or filial so I went for a motherxdaughter relationship. Hope this fills up the expectations!

And a most MASSIVE thank you to @runnning-outof-time aka lovely K for proofreading my first ever Polly writing!! ILYSM

Mars 1.5K Celebration

Smoke || Polly Gray x Adoptive Daughter! Reader

Warnings; Angst, some brief description of injuries, minor and major character death

The smacking of the bill stacks against the wooden table feels like a smack directly to your face; the two neatly piled wads before you hold more money than you’ve ever owned before and probably will ever own. But the money does not feel like tickets to freedom and peace; they feel like bricks tied to your ankles, dragging you to the bottom of an unknown darkness. 

Before you, sitting across the battered desk, Polly’s piercing eyes are fixed upon your wavering expression. She still dons mourning attire, even though it’s been long weeks since John and Michael went up in flames and smoke on an open field, each laid to the final rest in vardos and surrounded by every terrenal possession they ever held dear, plus a few lead bullets the coroners could not be bothered to remove. You had personally sewn each bullet wound up with needle and thread, wanting them to go onto the next life as whole persons and not just fleshy colanders. 

The minutes tick by loudly in the clock hanging behind her. While each second clocked in perfect sync, your heart hammers in erratic mess, blood rushing to your head and abandoning your legs, making your stand weak and shaky and threatening to send you to your knees. You have to grip onto the edge of the desk for support, your eyes closing as you focus on your breathing to stop the dizzying spinning of your head.

You exhale slowly to regain your composure enough to speak, but only one word leaves your lips “Why?”

“There is 2500 pounds in there. It is more than enough for you to buy a ticket far away from here, rent a place and get yourself a job” She speaks with the same certainty and professional tone she occupies during company meetings. As if you are nothing more than another employee in their payroll, and not a member of the family for the best part of your life.

“Polly, why?” You plead again, coming to sit across from her, staring straight into those stern eyes of hers through the smoke of her cigarette. With the white swirls around her, the Black Madonna around her neck and that black lace veil over her hair, she looks ready to start a seance. An aura of mysticism and ominousness that always drew you to her as a child, making you follow her wherever she went, hoping in your infantile mind to see her cast spells or speak to animals. 

“If you are ever in need of more, write to me at the office’s address and I will see that help comes to you, but you are not to set foot near any of us or into Birmingham. My driver will take you to your home to pack and then to London, but from then on you are on your own”

Oh, the Shelbys innate ability to ignore whatever others are speaking when it is not convenient for their agenda. But some of that ability had rubbed on you over the years; the key stood in being the loudest and angriest in the room.

“Polly!” You smack your fist against the table, rattling the glass ashtray and the neatly laid pens by the inkpot. Her eyes widen, but the bewilderment lasts only a fleeting second; she soon composes her carefully crafted cold facade again, the same one she has been wearing ever since the bullets rained like hellfire on her son and nephew. 

“Polly, why?” The hurt and desperation laced in your words do little to sway her unwavering indifference “Why are you pushing me away from my family” Your tremulous hands clasp hers tightly, your soul feeling like a boat facing the storm and clinging onto its last mooring for survival.

“We are not your family” Somehow, her retreating her hand from your loving grasp stings more than the words themselves, recoiling from your touch like she were retreating from a thankful beggar to whom she spared a few loose coins “What I did back then was charity, but it is time you find your own way. I cannot keep you under my wing forever”

Charity. Charity. Is that all she saw you as? A ward she took out of pity, and had now grown into a pesky burden?

The full story tangled and fogged in your mind, the fine details having been lost over time and life, but the bulk of it remained clear in your memory. Your parents succumbed to hunger and disease roughly around the same time Polly had her own children snatched away, taken away by the parish and the inherent cruelty they possessed for the poor and helpless. A mother who found herself with her arms empty, and a child who had no one to hold her; the turns of life brought you two together to fill in the gnawing gaps left within your hearts. Polly raised you under her guarding veil, surrounded by her candles and her saints and her prayers, and the quiet cries she often hid in her pillow whenever one of her kids’ birthdays passed. The smell of smoke and sandalwood evoked her memory in your brain. Her tender hands had braided your hair and wiped your tears in the same beat they had fired guns and threatened men and women alike.

The same hands that now pushed you away like a puppy abandoned on the side of the road. 

“I am not stupid Polly” It takes all your strength to not let your voice quiver “This is because of the Italians, isn’t it? Cause of what happened to John and Michael. You think they will come after me too” This has to be it, no? This has to be the reason. You cannot see it otherwise, why would your mother in all but blood reject you so abruptly? The logic feels so solid and obvious it soothes you in a way, and you cling onto that hope desperately. 

Her head falls back, a cruel, cold burst of laughter emerging from her lips “Don’t be stupid, they are after our family, not our employees” Another jab at your heart; Polly Gray is hellbent on picking at every soft spot you possess. And what could be a more sensible topic than your parentage? Taken in, raised as one of them, fed from the same table and dressed from the same clothes. But nothing changed your true status; an outsider. Never a true Shelby nor Gray; you were not her daughter, even if you had filled in during her absence for nearly twenty years

“Polly, you don’t have to do this” Your pleading words and your tearful eyes could barely show the true turmoil you feel inside “I don’t want to leave. I cannot leave you, not now! I can defend myself, you taught me how! Please don’t push me away” You never thought you’d feel pain like this; you had been too young back in the day to understand the grief of losing your parents, but now? You are thankful, for you are sure if you had felt such pain at that tender age, you would have died of a broken heart.

Polly remains silent as she methodically lights another cigarette, taking her time to inhale a long drag. The smoke swirls around her face and stings her eyes it seems; the corners have reddened and they seem watery. But she fans the smoke away with a harsh wave of her hand and picks up her purse “Enough of this. I have to go and so do you. My driver will take you where you need” She stood and slipped on her coat; a coat you had gifted her for her birthday, back when money remained tight. You had personally purchased the materials and tailored the piece yourself to fit her perfectly. 

As she makes an attempt to walk past you, you grab her sleeve, a vice grip around her wrist. But she keeps her back turned to you, one foot set forward and ready to exit the office. She tugs on your grasp, but you are not relenting. She is sand between your fingers and you are futilely clinging to the last grains

“Mother, please” Your voice is small, evoking the same tone you used as a small child, newly come under her care, still clinging onto the dream that someday your parents would return for you. The same vulnerability and innocence, and the maddening desire to not be abandoned again.

But your tears and your pleas do not move her heart. She yanks from your hold with such ferocity the seams of the sleeve snag

“If I see you back into the city, I will chase you out myself”

And those are the last words Polly Gray has for the daughter she no longer has

~

The whistling of the train urges the travellers to climb, steam filling in the platform as the train employees parade down the long row of carriages, slamming doors closed and helping late comers to haul their bags up. You sit alone in a compartment, your suitcases packed in the overhead shelves and a small pile of notes resting at your side. You have left home in such a hurry you did not have time to warn your landlady, nor your friends nor the woman for whom you babysit every Wednesday. You write letters for them offering sincere apologies and vague explanations, citing urgent work matters, blaming your health, and even adding the appearance of a long lost family member to excuse such a hasty departure. You do not include your new address, for you don’t have one yet; all that awaits for you at the end of the journey is uncertainty.

The whistle blows one last time, another plume of steam shrouding the platform. Amongst the mist you think you see her; black coat and black veil, and shoes brought from Paris, with the delicate heel and the golden crossbar over the foot. You stand so abruptly the letters spill on the floor, the pen shattering and spilling ink all over your hard work. Your hands and cheeks are pressed to the cold glass, but the crystal is fogged and you can barely make out any form outside in the cold winter afternoon. You see the black shadow moving away, and you smash your gloved fists against the glass, chanting her name like a prayer. But it is too late; the engine starts and the station is left behind, alongside your last hope of reconciliation and your home.

~

You are not sure you saw her, but she saw you. She saw you bent over something in your lap, brows furrowed in concentration and shoulders slouched. It takes a lot of effort to restrain her from calling you out and remind you to keep the shoulders tight, like she did so many times as you grew up from awkward childhood into comely adolescence. Polly wonders if you had time to pack food for the journey, and makes note to comb your flat later to make sure you have not forgotten anything; you are always so lackadaisical, one ought to give thanks your head is glue to your body. In the train travels a trusted aide of hers; he will tail you, wherever you go, to ensure you find a safe home and proper job. Every step you take he will report to her, and every person who crosses your path he will check to keep any wandering enemies away. That much she can do to keep you safe. That, and keep you as far away from herself as she can; the Shelbys are cursed, all of them, and they bring nothing but pain and death to those they love the most.

As the train at last begins to move, she rolls down her veil and walks away from your window. Amidst the steam and under the black gauze and lace, it is easier to hide the tears.

#marsie writes #mars 1.5k celebration #polly shelby #polly shelby x reader #polly shelby x daughter #shelby reader #shelby insert #polly grey x adoptive daughter #polly gray #polly gray x reader #polly gray x daughter #polly gray fanfic #polly gray fic #polly gray imagine #polly gray one shot

[femmedefandom]

so aside from Bill and Charlie, I don’t actually like any of the Weasleys (talking book canon, not fanon or movies). most share a naive binary « you’re with me or against me » mentality in which they are always in the right/have the moral high ground and can be prejudiced or outright cruel to those who oppose it. from major ideological disputes to differing opinions and interests, if you don’t agree, then you’re not worth their time or affection. or they’re just not wonderful people.

Arthur: this is a man who is so grossly incompetent that after years working in an office specializing in muggle artifacts, he still has no idea how muggle life works or even how to pronounce basic words. treats muggles like fascinating creatures to be studied, not humans, despite having vague ideologies about supporting their existence. operates as a supporting act to his wife, not as a united front. had more children than he can afford to support on his salary. raised those children to believe all Slytherin are evil.

Molly: majorly judgmental and passive aggressive woman who wields her love and approval like a bait and switch for her children. so smothering that every single one of her adult children got out ASAP. claimed a literal 14/15 year girl was a harlot based off rumors and completely discarding years of friendly relations. despised her first son’s fiancée for having the audacity to be beautiful, French, and disagree with her opinions. cut all contact with Percy when he joined the ranks of the ministry/not wanting to die for Dumbledore’s cause that seemed under manned and outmatched, despite him giving no indication that he was involved with DE. had too many children to give appropriate attention, care, and support to, leaving them to feel neglected and not worthy.

Percy: stuck up snob yes, but I don’t think his ambition is necessarily a bad thing considering he grew up without a lot and wants différent for himself. What he is is sort of tunnel minded in thinking that just because he doesn’t outright support DE, that his work in the clearly corrupt ministry was doing any good. Following the law is right in theory but not all laws are fair. He swung too far in the other direction when he could have used his position to warn people about policies set up to hurt them.

Fred & George: for those who like them, they’re wonderful and brilliant pranksters down for a good time any time. But they turned their brother’s teddy bear into a spider in his arms giving him lifelong trauma. Relentlessly terrorized Percy in the name of a joke (that he was the butt of and never enjoyed). stuck that Slytherin kid Montague in such a life threatening situation that he had to risk untested apparition to get out and survive and laughed about it. Boo-d literal children who got sorted into Slytherin and set the tone that a sorting out of their control was enough reason to be mocked and degraded.

Ron: wants everything but doesn’t work to get it. He complains when he’s not the best but you don’t see his efforts to improve. Loves being Harry’s friend but hates being « Harry Potter’s » friend and takes that frustration out on him. Always willing to assign everyone the worst motivations from outsiders like Viktor to any Slytherin to his best friends Harry and Hermione. He’s just really petty.

Ginny: has a celebrity crush on a kid at age 10 and holds onto that for years despite very limited interaction with the person in question, which is super creepy. like her mother, she hates on Fleur for having the audacity to be beautiful, French, and receive Bill’s love (apparently it is also her fault that guys in general are smitten with her). we’re told she received support and advice from Hermione about Harry and then when Hermione expressed concern that Harry didn’t agree with, Ginny immediately cut her down and invalidated that. not too much to go off with Ginny but with the little I read it’s not good.

#the weasleys #anti molly weasley #anti arthur weasley #anti fred weasley #anti george weasley #anti percy weasley #anti ron weasley #anti ginny weasley #look I’m not saying they’re all evil or anything #I just can’t stand when so called good characters don’t have their flaws acknowledged #you can still like them #but if you ignore the worst parts of them do you actually like the character? #or just your idea of them? #a well written character has reasons for crappy behavior #as all the weasley do…for the most part #but that doesn’t mean it’s okay

[gib-vinegar]

Yandere! Klarion The Witch Boy Headcanons (Young Justice)

A/N: Feel free to skip this if the subject matter makes you uncomfy! 0u0 OOC warning (?) as well. Picture edited by me.

P.S, I do not condone this behavior in real life.

• Klarion is delusional and wants all of your time and attention when he’s around. He found the whole idea of soulmates and all that to be a waste of time until he saw you. He just felt something *click* in his head as he stared at you, this new, raw feeling threatening to overwhelm his senses he was so sure it couldn’t be anything else other than this gushy emotion mortals fought and died for. Love. Such a sweet feeling, and we know he’s got a sweet tooth. ♡  • Whatever personality or occupation you have won’t matter to him. Hero, Villain or just a regular civilian he adores you all the same, and he’s 100 percent sure that when you meet him you’ll feel the same way he does! You’re soulmates after all, duh! • Any sort of positive affirmation, be it big or small he’ll take it as confirmation that you like him back. Even if you act like you hate his guts his mind will spin it as you playfully teasing him and if anyone besides you tries to contradict his mindset, well… he’s been looking for a new chew toy for his dear Teekl… • Speaking of which... helping protect Teekl in some way will endear you to him quicker, but it’s not the only way to catch his attention. Nonetheless the feline will end up becoming a platonic yandere for you down the line in Klarion’s obsession.

• Will absolutely stalk you before and after officially “meeting” you but there’s a few times when he almost got caught by accidentally being too loud or something of the sort. Other times he gets Teekl to follow you into certain places and report back to him later if it’s an area that’s safe for her to be in on her own.

• If you ever notice any of your friends acting strangely and giving you a dazed or lovesick expression, it’s Klarion in disguise– but he never stays like that around you too long, he was just curious on how you act with him vs your friends, if you show affection to him while he’s like that he’ll be over the moon! …until he remembers what form he’s in and promptly excuses himself to go throw a tantrum somewhere far away from your location.

• Vandal picks up on the witch boy’s fondness for you early, but not the intensity of it in the beginning. He’s seen Klarion go through phases over the countless millennia they’ve worked together where he would fixate for a while on a particular subject or person before it died off one way or another. He’ll get over it…

• Except he didn’t, it was different this time, stronger than before and now it’s getting to the point where it could be a liability to The Light’s plans if you were involved in any of them. If you end up getting hurt because of something they orchestrated, Klarion will flip out and go after whoever was involved with said plan and might even leave the group entirely. So it’s best for the other members’ safety to keep away from his beloved (Y/n) in this regard.

• Klarion hates the people you’re close to with a burning passion. Why would you waste your time with those stupid, weak mortals when you could do whatever you want on Earth with him? Why even stop at Earth, any planet is on the table, he doesn’t mind! No limitations, no consequences. Anyone who tries to keep you two apart will suffer a grisly fate. (Pun intended)

• Confession…? Well it’s less of a confession and more like a “Kay you’re coming with me from now on my dear! :D We’re gonna have so much fun–” while he’s basically kidnapping you. You’d most likely already know his feelings for you by now with how affectionate he acts towards you. If you don’t realize how much danger you are in by now, it will quickly become evident when he slaughters anyone who might have tried to stop him from taking you. • If it turns out that you do feel the same way however, a few things would be different from your other choice of refusing him. First off, there won’t be any punishments since you won’t be trying to leave. Hooray! You will also have a chance to keep your family and friends safe from him too in this case since he’ll be more open to suggestions on places you go to and people possibly being spared, making it easier to keep them out of his sight. But no matter what he’s gonna bring you everywhere and be practically glued at the hip so get comfy.

• Klarion’s not one for sticking in one place for too long unless he needs to, so most of the time you’re gonna be tagging along with him as he wreaks havoc or is on a mission. He brings you into battles and shows off so you can see that he can keep you safe and happy (Press X to doubt) and that you need him. • If you’re hoping for Teekl to show any sympathy to your plight, you’re dead wrong. In fact, by this time she’s gotten attached enough to you to be a platonic yandere now. She’ll be helping her master keep an eye on you and protect you but if you try to sneak away when the Chaos Lord is napping or locked in battle she’ll stop you from leaving and snitch on you to Klarion about your recent attempt to hightail it out of there. Unless of course, you start giving her some head scritches and belly rubs in exchange for keeping quiet. • Punishments happen if you try to make him see through the delusions, which will disrupt his fantasy of you loving him back if you push him hard enough, usually resulting in a rage filled tantrum at the continued insistence of letting you go. “NO! I’m never letting you go so stop saying it! You’re MINE. Mine mine mine mine mine--” • So you think you don’t need him huh? You wanna leave? Fine! He’ll just dump you in a situation where you’ll be in constant peril until you plead with him to come back and help you. “See? You do need me after all.” Klarion would scoff and heal whatever physical wounds you may have but you would most likely be traumatized after this whole ordeal. Then he goes back to doting on you as if he forgot what just happened. • If you end up escaping without Klarion or Teekl noticing until it’s too late, Klarion’s gonna start freaking out about you being kidnapped or whatever while Teekl is facepalming in the background but worried for your safety. Klarion will start to go everywhere and demand you be brought back to him RIGHT NOW as he’s causing mass chaos anywhere he can until he gets you returned to him, The Light’s plans be damned. The rest of The Light might even help him by being on the lookout for you since he’s gonna start thinking that they are involved in your disappearance if they don’t. The longer you’re gone, the more the body count is going to rise. Unless Dr. Fate is there to have a chance to stop him, it will be a struggle for any other heroes trying to fix things. Maybe come back soon if you can’t handle all the lives being lost in your absence? • You might have to lie and think of a scapegoat if you do come back to him of your own volition because he’s gonna want somebody to torture for taking you away for so long. If you get captured by someone he knows and they explain what happened to him then he’s just gonna punish you again until you stop. trying. to. leave!! • He’ll make you immortal whether you want to be or not, you don’t have a choice in the matter. Nothing or nobody else is allowed to have you– not even death itself. ♡

#gibby writes #klarion #klarion bleak #klarion the witch boy #klarion the witchboy #teekl #young justice #dc #dc comics #dc universe #dcu #yandere #tw yandere #klarion x reader #klarion x y/n #klarion x you #klarion the witch boy x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere dc

[thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask]

Hi hi :D Hope you're doin okay! I have a request if thats possible - regarding your highschool au! How about a oneshot (or headcanons) for one of those 'forced party' scenarios the proxies make [name] go to?

Like - how do you imagine they go? From the invitation (if you can call it that) to the drive there and just how they behave and treat [name] throughout the whole thing! Thank you :)

Forced Late Nights

Author's note: Sure! I was on my break so sorry this took so long-

Warnings: Alcohol, Drugs, Emotional and Mental Abuse, Threatens of rape, implied rape, murder mentioned, violence, implied drugging, harassment, pet names, peer pressure, PTSD mentioned (Toby), sexual assault and just not so nice things, read with caution.

Links: {Masterlist} {Last One-Shot}

Pairing: [Proxies x Reader] [EJ x Reader]

AU: High School (Check my Something Short Series for more info about this AU, link to it in my Masterlist)

"Hey! Whore, get over here."

You groaned at the voice yelling from behind you. Timothy Wright, one of the most popular boys in school and by far the most harsh. Him and his friends have been picking on you since Junior year. Saying bye to your friends you walked over to their lunch table.

"What do you want Tim?"

"Well we have an invitation for you!" Toby exclaimed, looking through his backpack before pulling out a black and white envelope.

"Invitation?" You asked, expressing your confusion.

"LJ is hosting a party tonight and he said we can bring one extra person," Brian said.

"And he said we can-" Toby started, before Tim hit him in the back of the head.

"Shut up Toby! LJ said we can bring a plus one, and you're gonna be our plus one."

"What if I were to refuse?"

Toby pulled his mask off and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the table.

"We will drag you deep into the fucking woods, rape you than murder you," Toby said, smiling at your shaking form.

"Toby's lying about the rape part, like we'd ever want to fuck you," Tim said, Brian letting out a chuckle.

"So is it a deal?" Brian asked.

You thought about it. You didn't trust LJ, not one little bit, Lord knows what he'll pull at that damn party. But, you never really got invited to stuff like this, not because you were considered some weirdo, but because you weren't friends with people like that, so you didn't get invited to parties.

"Fine, I'll be your 'plus one'."

Toby got out from his seat and hugged you, swaying back and forth in pure joy.

"Yay! I won't have to be Brian and Tim's punching bag tonight! Tonight you're our punching bag! I can't wait to see you covered in your own blood."

"Toby, shut up," Brian said.

"Sorry..." Toby said, before letting go.

You decided it was best for you to leave now, before you had to deal with anymore of their wrath. Even though Toby was just as bad as Tim and Brian, you felt bad for him. He was abused by his only friends, his home life sucks and he has a handful of disorders.

You decided to go spend lunch near the alleyway next to school, just so you think straight.

"You shouldn't have agreed to going to that party."

You flinches and looked to the direction the voice came from, and there stood a tall guy will a black hoodie, brown hair, a mask on the side of his face, but he lacked eyes. You couldn't deny that he was kinda handsome, but you didn't know who he was.

"Who are you?"

"Don't worry about that, but what are you doing over here?"

"I'm not gonna share my business with a guy I don't even know."

"Smart Girl/Boy."

The stranger hopped onto the trash can you were sitting on.

"You friends with those Proxy guys?"

"No! They just pick on me."

"That's a shame."

You rolled your eyes and scrolled through your phone, waiting until lunch was over.

"You going to the party?" You asked, catching the stranger's attention.

"Yeah, that's why I asked why you agreed."

"I'll tell you if you tell me why you're going."

"Well, my friend Ben is going and he's dragging me with him. I would much rather take people's kidneys."

You laughed at what he said, assuming it was a joke. The stranger just stared at you before chuckling.

"Well, this'll be my first high school party, I just wanna see how it feels."

"It's just a bunch of drunk teenagers. Bunch of sex, drugs and assault. They're probably trying to get you drunk or drugged and fuck you," the stranger said, pulling his hood up.

"Well, I gotta head to science, maybe I'll see you during that party," the stranger said, jumping off of the trash can and walking off.

You smiled to yourself. He was pretty nice, and kinda attractive, even though the lack of eyes was intimidating.

You were walked to History class when you were stopped.

"Hey Y/N~"

"What do you want Jeff, I don't have time for your antics. Go bother your brother or something."

"That isn't very nice Y/N, I thought you were nice," Jeff said, his smile making you shiver.

"I'm nice to people who aren't murderers."

Jeff rolled his eyes as you walked past him.

"Why don't we walk to class together? We're both going to history with Mr. Bill."

"Fuck off."

Before you could say anything, a knife was in the inside of your mouth, it dangerously close to cutting the skin of your cheek.

"We're walking to class, got it?"

You nodded before he took it out, licking the saliva and blood that got on the knife, making you cringe.

The walk to class was silent, you didn't look at Jeff while Jeff stared at you.

"You two are awfully late," Mr. Bill said.

"Sorry teach, got lost on the way," Jeff said, before sitting down.

You sat down as you mindlessly listened to Mr. Bill's lecture. At the end of the day you were at your locker getting your stuff. You planned on going to the school's dealer, Ben Drowned. You needed a new computer and he could give it to you for a fair price, and you got what he needed.

You walked to the janitor's closet and opened the large vent in the wall before going in. It was dusty but it was worth it. You opened the vent and you instantly got the smell of weed.

"Another costumer!" Ben said, looking up to see you looking down.

You saw the stranger from earlier in the corner and Jeff smoking a joint on a couch.

"You took the long way, but that's fine, get your ass in here," Ben said as you jumped down.

"Where's my computer, I got what you want."

"No need to be so hasty, I have it, but I want to make sure I'm not getting scammed, show it."

You groaned as you reached into your backpack and pulled out a Mario Kart game. Ben snatched it before giving you your computer.

"Finally! Pleasure doing business with you Y/N."

"Yeah yeah whatever you say Elf Boy."

"Hey, why don't you stay for a bit!" Ben claimed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, despite him being shorter than you.

"I'm good. I need to get ready for a party."

"You're going to the party too? Well, you have time! Relax a bit..."

Ben shoved you into a bean bag chair before he sat on his spinning chair, the stranger from earlier being next to you.

"Uh... nice seeing you again," You said awkwardly.

"I'm EJ by the way. I already know your Y/N so I don't care sharing my name."

"I didn't expect you to be down here. I thought you'd be at home."

"Had nothing better to do, so I'm here," EJ said shrugging.

"EJ try some! It ain't the bad," Jeff whined from across the room.

"No."

An hour passed and you decided it was time to go. You left through one of the vents and walked home. You couldn't help but feel like someone was watching you. Looking around, you didn't see no one besides the few people on their porches.

Unlocking the door of your house, you walked in and saw you mother standing in the doorway, her arms crossed and her face held in a scowl.

"Where have you been for the past 2 hours?!"

"I need help with my bio homework mom, it's not a big deal."

"For 2 hours?!"

"Yes. It was 10 pages ma."

"Well, call or text me next time. You had me worried something bad happened to you!"

"Oh yeah mom, can I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"I was invited to a party and-"

"No."

"But mom it's my first-"

"No no no! I know how kids your age are. Running off, doing drugs and alcohol, having sex and throwing yourself around. Not in my house! Nope! What if you get hurt, what if you get drugged, you never no! And don't get me started on those friends of yours."

"Enough mom... I get it."

"Good."

You went upstairs and lied down for a bit. Scrolling on your phone and before you knew it, it was 8PM. You heard a loud honk and you looked out your window, and you saw Tim staring at you window.

"Get your ass down here!" Tim yelled, Toby's body hanging out from the window, a blush on his face.

"Hey Y/N~" Toby drunkenly said, a goofy grin on his face.

"My mom said can't go!"

"Who cares! Get down here!" Tim said.

"I'm being serious Tim, I'm not sneaking out. What will my mom do if she's me noting my room?"

"Do we look like we care. Come down!"

You sighed before walking back into your room. You changed into a hoodie and jeans before climbing out your window.

You hopped into the car and Toby hugged you, giggling about how much he hates you.

"Is he drunk?" You asked, pointing to Toby.

"Yeah. He was having flashbacks and decided to chug a bottle of whiskey. It helped him and he stopped trying to jump out the window," Brian said in a tired voice.

"I hate you so~ much Y/N... I just wanna fuck you to death..." Toby said, trying to kiss you.

"ok..!"

"Is he always like this drunk?" You asked, pushing Toby away.

"He's not even that drunk. He knows what he's doing. And no, he's more violent when drunk," Tim said, lighting a cigarette while he drove.

After 10 minutes you guys arrived at LJ's house. You could hear the music from the house, and you knew there was a party before two girls were making out on top of a car.

"Y/N~ You won't leave me.... Right?" Toby asked, his head buried in your chest.

You didn't respond, all you did was get out of the car, Toby following after you. Tim slammed opened the door and you guys were greeted by loud music, lights flashing everywhere and drunk teenagers.

You looked around and saw people dancing, people doing drinking contest and some people going upstairs to do Lord knows what.

"You look terrified," Brian said, a smirk on his face.

"Me?! Terrified no. It's just. It's not something I'm used to."

"Probably because you have no friends and don't go to actual parties," Tim said, walking off to the bar.

You just let out a sigh while you watched Brian follow Tim and Toby run off somewhere. Standing in the middle of the crowd you were kinda lost. You kinda just watched dance circles and the drinking contest.

"Hello dear customer of mine~"

Next thing you knew you felt someone wrap their arm around your shoulder.

"Hey Ben. What do you want?"

"Nothing nothing no need to be so hostile noobie. It's just, you look so lost and out of place, someone is gonna take advantage of that."

"No I don't!"

"Take a shot then," Ben said, handing you shot.

"No I don't drink."

"See! Fresh meat. You better start getting into the swing of things before LJ finds you, Lord knows what he'll do to you."

Ben laughed while he walked off, disappearing into the crowd of people. You found Tobg drinking his problems away at another bar station.

"You're a pig Tobias," A with a clock eye said, a look of disgust on her face.

"Shut *FUCK* up Natalie," Toby said, slurring his words while the woman named Natalie rolled her eye.

"Why aren't you with Tim and Brian?"

"Because Tim and Brian can suck my dick! They're nothing but dicks to me, luckily we brought some cutie with us so at least I'm not the only one facing their shit."

"So you brought another victim with you?"

"They're not just another victim Natalie! I really like them, I think they'll last long."

"You disgust me Tobias."

"The feelings mutual Natalie," Toby said, before taking another shot.

You sat down at the bar next to Toby and asked the bartender if they had any soda. Toby already looked wasted and distracted arguing and talking to Natalie so it should've been quick. When you grabbed your soda Toby grabbed you and held you close.

"This is the cutie we brought with us!"

You looked at Natalie and she didn't look amused at all.

"Let the poor girl/boy enjoy the party without your presence."

"Ugh, whatever. Go make some friends doll~" Toby said, before kicking you away.

You ran off into the crowd, wanting to get as far away from the party as possible. You were planning on hiding in the bathroom before you were stopped by the one man you didn't want to see.

"My my my! Do my eyes deceive me?!"

Laughing fucking Jack was hanging from the ceiling right Infront of you.

"LJ..."

"My, I don't recall inviting you, Y/N. So what are you, doing here?" LJ said with a sinister smirk on his face, his claw like finger booping you nose.

"Oh! You must be the Proxies plus one! They always had an eye on you," LJ said, jumping down and picking you up.

"Why don't we spend some time together. I wanna see if all the good things the Proxies talk about are true~"

You looked at him panicked spitting in his face and jumping out of his arms. Running up the stairs and into a random room. You locked the door and stunk to the floor. Tears falling from your eyes.

"Why why why did I come here..." You thought, before you realized the odd smell in the room.

Rubbing the tears away from your eyes, you looked around, trying to figure out where it was coming from. You saw Ben, EJ and Jeff smoking weed with porn playing on the TV.

"Welcome! Want some?" Ben asked giggling.

"No. I just, needed to get away," You said.

"Were you crying?" EJ asked, his mask on the floor and his head tilted to the side as he blew a puff of smoke with a smile.

You looked away and buried your head into your knees, wanting them to just go away. EJ took the joint out of his mouth before his long black tentacles came out of his mouth and wrapped around you.

"W-What the... Hey, let me go!" You yelled, pulling away.

The tentacles pulled you towards EJ and into his lap. His tentacles retreated back into his mouth before he wrapped his arms around you.

"You're soft EJ," Jeff said.

"That's why people like me, Jeff," EJ said, glaring at him.

Jeff rolled his eyes before turning his attention to the TV. Ben was doing something on his computer, something that seemed to have him bothered by the look on his face.

"What's wrong?" EJ asked as you cried into his hoodie.

"I-I wanna go home... LJ, or Toby or Brian or Tim are going to hurt me, I know one of them will. LJ knows I'm here. He wants to hurt me... I can see it in his eyes."

EJ just rubbed your back and tried to calm you down. Suddenly, a banging was coming from the door.

"I know you're in there! You can't escape the circus doll," LJ yelled from behind the door, his clown like laughter sending chills down your spine.

Ben slammed his computer shut with his eye twitching.

"LJ GO FIND ANOTHER WHORE TO BOTHER BECAUSE I SWEAR TO GOD IF I HEAR ONE MORE BITCH CRY I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

EJ and Jeff looked at Ben confused.

"Why are you so made?" EJ asked.

"I can't get into Nintendo's files for the new Mario kart game..."

EJ groaned and shook his head. LJ sneakered from behind the door.

"I'm sorry Ben. Did I push your buttons? I'll leave her alone. For now... Also Y/N, Masky is looking for you. Better come out before he gets upset."

All you did was hug EJ and not let go.

"Do you want to go yet?" EJ asked, you shaking your head.

"They needs to stop being a pussy and just go. You said you wanted to go home, and I'm not giving you a ride. So you either walk home or you're going to go to Masky," Ben said, before taking another puff of smoke.

You snuggled up closer to EJ before letting out a sigh. Your eyes slowly blinked before permanently closing. Suddenly, sirens could be heard from outside. Ben opened the window and saw 7 cop cars outside of LJ's house.

"THE COPS ARE HERE," Somebody from downstairs yelled.

"Welp, time to go," Ben said, before jumping out the window.

Jeff followed after, leaving EJ by himself. EJ set you down on the bed before running and jumping out the window.

"Where the hell are they..." Masky muttered, checking rooms to find where you were.

"Found them," Hoodie said, opening the door.

You slowly opened your eyes and saw Hoodie standing in front of you. You flinched and tried to get away but Hoodie slung you over his shoulder and ran out of the room.

"HANDS IN THE AIR," An officer said from below, a large group of teens on the ground with their hands up.

Toby snuck out through a window and got into the car. Using the key Tim gave him, he started the car and ran it right into the house, killing at least ten officers and 15 teens.

"GET IN!" Toby yelled, getting out of the driver's seat.

Hoodie threw you into the back seat, causing you to to hit you head on the door and blacking out. Masky got in the driver's and Toby made you sit up before getting in the back.

"They're knocked out cold," Toby said, hugging you unconscious body.

"Well we gotta get them home before we get in trouble," Hoodie said, getting a groan from Toby.

"Do we have to? Can't we just have one night with them? Boss never said we couldn't have some fun with our toy."

Hoodie looked at Masky who was going way over the speed limit.

"Fine, but after that they're going home," Masky said, before leading the car onto the road that lead to the forest.

A few hours later you woke up in your bed, your clothes were changed and you barley remembered what happened all of the last night. All you remember was that you were at some random house. Your body was sore and sticky, you didn't know why though.

"Y/N! Wake Up you're gonna be late for school!" Your mother said, catching your attention.

You finally fully work up and took at 5 minute shower before throwing on whatever clothes you could find. You grabbed your backpack and said bye to your mom before running to catch the bus. When you got on the bus, you saw EJ sitting in the back.

"Hey EJ," you said, sitting next to him.

"Hey."

You two both sat in silence. Kids were blasting music and talking while you two did your own thing. But when you got to school you were greeted by the Proxies.

"Hey Y/N~" Toby said, grabbing you.

"What do you guys want today?" You asked annoyed.

"We just wanted to know if you could hear fun at the party," Tim said.

"Party? What party?"

Brian and Tim looked at each other before Brian smirked.

"Well, you came to a party with us yesterday and you drank so much you threw up and blacked out in our car, and you did a line of crack," Brian said.

"You're lying," You said, glaring at him.

"I'm not, plus, I got photos."

You looked at Brian with suspicion as he pulled out him camera. Your eyes widened in horror as you saw picture of yourself snorting a line, drinking and throwing up. But you froze when you saw yourself on the floor of the woods, your clothes pretty much being ripped to shreds and white liquid dropping from your mouth.

"W-What," You said, your hands shaking as you dropped the camera, only for Brian to catch it.

"We won't share these photos if you behave, ok?" Brian said, grabbing your face and forcing you to face him.

"What did you do to me..." You asked, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away.

"There's more if you wanna see," Toby said.

"We did nothing sweet heart, just behave and we won't share them, ok?"

You just nodded before pushing him away and walking off, leaving them giggling as you held back tears. Why did you move to this school...

#yandere creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #hoodie x reader #hoodie x y/n #hoodie x you #masky x reader #masky x you #masky x y/n #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x y/n #ticci toby x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack x y/n #Yandere hoodie #yandere masky #yandere ticci toby #Proxies x reader #yandere creepypasta x reader #.High School AU

[gumnut-logic]

Sweetapple Slice 4

Alexander Sweetapple series

@idontknowreallywhy asked:

What would it take for your character to get into a fight?

I could have taken this many ways. I might still. But thi is what happened this time :D

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight for the late night read ::hugs you tight::

This is a male/male romance, so if that is not your thing, this isn't your fic.

The first 350 words of this were posted last night, here be the rest :D

I hope you enjoy :D

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Virgil gripped the keep-cups a little tighter than he probably should. Especially as they were full of scalding hot coffee. But he was worried, and his flight down to Mahia may have been a little impulsive and over-reactionary.

Landing a four hundred and six tonne Thunderbird in the middle of the Tracy Industries R&D Facility at 3am was likely to get his butt toasted by a certain older brother.

As it was, several staff had come running out and he had had to wave them off.

No emergency. Everything’s fine. Sorry for waking you up.

Just need to check in on someone.

He’d probably made everything worse, come to think of it.

But they’d all wandered off back to bed. The one remaining person had been Fireman Fred and his expression had been far too knowing for Virgil’s comfort.

So he’d proven that the second eldest Tracy brother wasn’t perfect and possibly was a little far too smitten for his own good.

But it was the absence of one person that had him worried the most.

The housing apartments for employees were sufficiently upmarket to lure in talent to the business. Each employee had their own space, be it cabin or apartment.

Alex had opted for an apartment on the end of a row. It had been obvious the few times Virgil had been invited back to the engineer’s home that Alex spent little time there.

The man lived for his lab.

To the point that Virgil had initially headed towards that building only to be diverted by a nudge from Fred. “Erica kicked him out. He was makin’ a racket. Yelling at his computer like it had threatened his first born, or somethin’”

Virgil winced. Or somethin’

“Thanks, Fred.” A sigh. “Sorry for waking you up.”

The big man dropped a weary hand on his shoulder. “Yer a good one, son. Bein’ there when he needs yer. The rest, well, shi’ happens.” With that, Fred patted him once more on the shoulder, turned, and walked off into the darkness, presumably back to his quarters.

Leaving Virgil to make his own way to Alex’s home.

There was a light in the window, as he expected, but Virgil still approached the door with a little hesitation.

He didn’t ring the doorbell, only tapping on the wooden door.

Footsteps had Virgil straightening where he stood.

Alex flung the door open. “What?!” His eyes widened. “Oh! Virgil! Come in. Ohhhh, you brought coffee! I love you!”

Something in Virgil’s belly relaxed as Alex flung the screen door open and virtually dragged him inside. This was his Alex. He didn’t need to worry. It was all going to be okay.

“You on the way back from a rescue?”

Virgil handed him his coffee and couldn’t help but smile when Alex immediately scarfed half of it down. Probably not the best at 3am, but considering why Virgil was here, it was a gift of…some kind.

Virgil’s shoulders dropped just a little. He hadn’t meant for Alex to become involved and he really hoped he would be forgiven.

“No. No rescue.”

Apparently no competition for the coffee either because Alex downed the remainder of his cup in one gulp.

And Gordon thought Virgil inhaled his stim juice.

The cup was put down on a side table. “Hey, what do you think of fractal polymers?”

And there it was, the core of the issue. His heart melted as Alex finally showed how agitated he really was. He walked backwards, obviously not sure what to do with his hands, and towards the glowing face of his laptop. The familiar graphics glared across the room at Virgil.

“Uh-“

“I’m so glad you’re here, Virgil. I need your opinion on this.”

Virgil dragged his feet forward. A breath. “What’s up?”

“Do you keep up with the engineering boards online?” Virgil opened his mouth to answer, but Alex kept talking. “Of course, you do. What a stupid question. Umm, I like to keep abreast of the latest in polymers, because, well, Siliwrap, and I came across this amazing article by V.T Green. I mean the guy is a master.”

Virgil swallowed as Alex gestured emphatically with his hands.

“You have heard of him, haven’t you?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Total genius with polymer work.” Alex was really getting into the topic now. “Awhile back he had this idea for a self-healing polymer. It was amazing, Virgil. The design was beauty itself.” The expression on Alex’s face had Virgil’s heart beating so much faster. “But anyway, hero worship aside, the guy knows his stuff.”

“Sounds like it.” Virgil just wanted to kiss Alex until all his worries vanished. He could do that. His job was saving people, wasn’t it?

“Yeah.” Alex’s shoulders dropped. “There are too many assholes in this world.”

“Alex-“

“The article proposed the idea that if we could generate a finite fractal-structured polymer, it might be able to create an interlocking chain strong enough to support weight over long distances. He described fishing line that could lift an ocean liner from space. He even proposed that the chain could possibly be built on demand, constructed electronically when needed and similarly disassembled when not.” Alex grabbed both of Virgil’s upper arms. “Can you imagine the possibilities?!”

He didn’t need to. The technology now powered Thunderbird Five’s elevator.

“Alex-“

“But where there is genius, there is always idiocy.” Alex flung up his hands in frustration. “He was called ridiculous. Some claimed his theories were no more than technobabble from a science fiction show. One said he was a sellout and goodie-two-shoes who licked Tracy ass!”

Virgil opened his mouth.

“What is wrong with trying to do good?!” And yeah, there was the passion that had been shouted all over the engineering boards. ApplesWithAttitude had made his point very, very clear. Even taking on the annoying Coloncous - V.T. Green’s nemesis.

And the retaliations had been worse than nasty.

“How can people be so disappointing? Why is money and power the ultimate goal?” Alex sat back on the edge of his desk, deflated. “Why are people such assholes?”

Virgil put his coffee cup, still untouched, down beside Alex’s empty one, and took the handful of steps to get up and close to the man he was in love with.

Yes, in love at this very moment.

He dropped a knuckle beneath Alex’s chin and nudged the engineer to look up at him. “Your words were beautiful, you know.”

Alex stared at him a moment before his eyes slowly widened. “You-“

Virgil kissed him before he could say anything more, hard enough, soft enough, for the man to melt in his arms.

It was a long moment before he was forced to break off for air. Alex hung in his arms, staring up at him, possibly a little dazed.

Virgil’s lips curled into a small smile.

“You’re V.T. Green.” Quiet awe.

“Yeah.”

“You’re brilliant.”

His smile quirked to one side. “Sometimes, maybe. But then, you’re not so bad yourself. ApplesWithAttitude taught them a few things tonight.”

Alex blushed. Just a little. Enough to widen Virgil’s smile just that little bit more.

“They pissed me off.” And there was the fire again. “They had no right.”

“I must remember not to anger you myself. You’re scary.”

Alex let out a small laugh, but he reached up and brushed his fingers across Virgil’s cheek. “How are you so…”

But Virgil didn’t let him finish, touching his lips softly with his own, kissing gently. “Thank you for coming to my defence.” He whispered the words.

Alex drew in a breath, catching Virgil’s lower lip. “My pleasure.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

But Alex suddenly broke off the kiss. “Hey, that means we can talk fractal polymers!”

Virgil stared at him a solid moment before he lost it, and cracked up laughing.

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AN: Sorry, forgot to add that you can find the V.T. Green story here if this makes no sense.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #alexander sweetapple #nuttyfic

[lemonandlime22]

Idk if your requests are open but if they are, could you do headcanons with [Yuu] just with the overblot people and then for [whatever reason], they scold or make fun of them and they just reply with "Says the one who got beaten by a [12 - 14] year old." (Cuz I think you have to be like 15/16 to be a freshman/first year? Idk, correct me if I'm wrong)

I thought their faces would be funny when the realization of the fact a child stopped their blot

(I did get this from when I was reading your bitey child! [Yuu] and I love the bitey child cuz I was that kid <3)

Riddle, Leona, Azul, and Jamil reaction to a cocky little Yuu

Warning(s): cussing, violence towards yuu

A/N: yeah you got the ages right, all the first years are 16. Btw I have a character limit of 4, so I just did the first 4 overblot guys.

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Riddle

Poor boys pride is already so wounded

give him a break.

Ok, what happened to lead up to this,

you, Grim, and the Adeuce duo were messing around in the heartslabyul gardens when you probably broke something or messed up a rose bush in front of Riddle

and those assholes ended up running away when he confronted you guys

leaving you to face Riddles scolding.

You got p annoyed.

So when the scolding was finally over, you just oh so quietly mumbled,

" says the brat who got his ass kicked by a 13 year old... "

"wHAT DID YOU JUST SAY-"

His face was so fucking red, it rivaled his overblot face.

an let's just say you nearly had your head cut off

and I'm not talking about his unique magic.

You got a hole 'nother few hours of scolding

and quite a tight collar that stayed on for a few days.

Ace and Grim got a good kick out of this btw

Deuce was very apologetic and even tried to help smooth things over with Riddle for you

it didn't work.

Leona

HA!

yes keep insulting the manchild >:D

*cough*

Anyway,

this starts the like most other interactions with him do

you interrupting his nap in some way or another

you can pick which way you did this time.

Now, he was having a p rough day

Ruggie wouldn't let him sleep through classes

so he was extra pissed when he got woken up and put what little energy he had left into threatening you with death or smth

and when there was finally a break in his ranting you snarked back at him,

"HA! like you ever could, your ass got wiped by a magicless kid in less than like 30 minutes!"

....

silence....

man was too stunned to speak.

I don't think I can express enough the absolute WRATH that was radiating from off him

you rly started to regret what you said

especially since he looked like he was going to actually kill you

and he was.

You got really lucky when Jack was able to catch his hand mid air

yeah...

this fucker was literally going strangle you if it wasn't for Jack having been looking for you.

Jack wasted no time dragging you out of there and far away from Leona

and for a long time it's going to be rly fuckin tense between you and Leona...

You also got one hell of a scolding from Jack.

Azul

Same thing I said in Riddle's

his pride is already in shambles

and you and the tweels are not helping one bit.

So on to what happened,

you were bored so you decided to check out the clubs after school

and your first stop was the board game club.

eh? eh? get it? wink wink nudge nudge??

ok ill stop..

Idia basically scurried to the corner of the room to play on his phone when you came in and Azul was more than happy to possibly teach a brat underclassmen.

As you know, Azul can get pretty cocky sometimes

and this was one of those times,

he was talking smack

blabbering on and on about how easy this is for him and how he should prob go as easy on you as he could if he wanted you to have any chance of winning

also kinda giving some hints at giving you lessons for using Ramshackle on the weekends

so naturally you,

being the lil sassy bitch you are <3, snapped back,

"Mhm, sure, says the fish that was outwitted and beaten up by a tween and their rat bastard band of friends!"

there was a moment of silence,,,

that was quickly broken by Idia bursting into a short laugh at Azul.

The poor octopus wasn't expecting such a clap back

epically not one regarding his overblot

he may or may not have teared up a little bit...

He was also p upset obv

so he just grabbed his phone and made a call

"Hey Floyd-"

and you booked it out of there.

Floyd did chase you a little later on at the request of Azul.

Jamil

Jeez-

he's doing best man 😔.

You were going to meet up with Ace and Deuce after their clubs and Ace's was usually finished before Deuce's so you went to go wait for him and then get Deuce together

but you accidentally got there early

and you know that means

more waiting!!

yay!

I hope you can tell this is complete sarcasm

so you were just waiting on the bleachers watching the basketball club members practice when the ball hit you straight in the face

causing you to get a nosebleed...

ouch,,

Ace and Floyd were on the ground laughing their ass's off

Jamil went to go get the ball and make sure your nose wasn't broken

dw I googled it, a nose can bleed without being broken

and even tho he is trying to be a better person he was still a very sassy person

so ofc he made a joking snide remark about you being a little brat or smth

and you ofc snapped back with,

"Well, in case you forgot, this 'little brat' kicked your snake butt with three fish and a cat!"

and he just walked away

you were very stunned, you expected him to at least glare at you

but I guess you really can't compla-

*SMACK*

oop-

spoke too soon I guess....

Now you definitely have a broken nose...

he hit you as hard as he could with the ball btw.

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#all these guys are 100%on team f them kids cause of you #if they weren't already #rip yuu #twst #twst yuu #twst jack #twst ace #twst deuce #twst hc #twst riddle #twst leona #twst azul #twst jamil #twst leech twins #twst meme #twst headcanons #twst mc #twisted wonderland #twst hcs #twst child yuu

[star-my]

berserk tiger - i. inception

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Kim Seo-ah (OC)

Rating: PG-13

WC: 1.7k

CW: mentions of stalking, threatening

A/N: I have very little plotted out for this series. It's gonna be random and sometimes I'll post non-chronological pieces. No beta so feel free to point out typos or give concrit. Compliments are always nice. Moodboard photos are taken from Pinterest, edit is mine.

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Taglist (open): @bangtan-famiglia-net @bangtanwritershq

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap tap.

Tap tap tap.

Tap tap tap tap tap.

The quick tempo of his footsteps sped up even more as she glanced behind her. He was gaining on her quickly. Practically running, she ducked around the corner, coming face-to-face with a man in black.

Gasping out a quick apology, she made the executive decision to ignore the stranger danger signs blaring in her mind. She was in enough danger from non-strangers as it was–besides, most crimes, especially violent ones against women, were committed by people the victim knew and were close to. Statistically, she was safer with this random guy she’d found all in black in a dark alley where no one else was around…wow, she wasn’t safe anywhere, was she?

Ignoring everything but the fact that so far Random Guy hadn’t pulled a knife on her, she cleared her throat and widened her eyes pleadingly, begging him to play along.

“Babe, I was waiting ages for you! What took you so long to come get me?” she exclaimed, taking his hand in hers, unwilling though he was.

He stepped out of the alley into the street and saw who she was running from. His gaze flicked down to her, then back at him. 

His grip tightened on her hand. 

A black car came gliding to a stop at the curb in front of them, and a man in a black suit climbed out of the driver’s seat to open the rear passenger door.

Random Guy handed her in with the grace of one born into a chaebol family, then closed the door and turned to face her pursuer.

She glanced through the smoked glass to see what was going on, surprised that she could barely hear any noise through the car.

The driver flashed a bright smile at her through the glass, blocking her view. Wow, he was really pretty.

The smile disappeared and he opened the door, letting Random Guy get in. She scooched over, tugging the hem of her dress down, aware she didn’t look her best at the moment. The interior light showed his gelled hair, soft features, onyx-sharp eyes, and a faded scar running down the right side of his face.

He studied her silently in return, making her uncomfortably aware of her wind-blown hair falling out of her braid, the perspiration beading on her body, and her rumpled clothes.

Putting a bright smile on her lips regardless, she extended her hand to him. “I appreciate your helping me get away from him. I sincerely thank you.”

He shook her hand, his large one dwarfing hers, his long fingers cool and clean. “You’re welcome. What is your name?”

“Oh, right. Kim Seo-ah.”

“Min Yoongi,” said the man just as his driver got in at the wheel. He threw him a startled look, glancing between her and her rescuer with an unreadable expression on his face.

The car started with a barely-there hum, and Min Yoongi turned to her again.

“Could you tell me what was happening back there?”

She glanced down, smoothing her hem more carefully than it called for. “He’s my little sister’s ex-boyfriend, Lee Geum. He created debts in her name and decided that we needed to placate him; he thinks he’s some hotshot yakuza or something, like he’s playing at being Agust D or something,” she laughed shortly. “He’s been following me home from the pawnshop where I work for the past few weeks, trying to intimidate me into giving him our money and following me to see our new living arrangements. I’ve managed to lose him so far, but today he started getting closer and closer and I saw him with a knife in his pocket. It was a blessing that you were there.”

He hummed, uninterested. “How many men does he have working for him that he thinks he’s the next Agust D?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe twenty or thirty? He’s not a good leader.”

Min Yoongi coughed. 

“Have you gone to the police and asked for their help to deal with the issue?”

“I don’t know if you noticed, Mr Min, but this part of town isn’t exactly the most protected place. We’re all too poor to require any real guarding. What valuables could we possibly have? And I did try the police, when he threatened my sister, but they didn’t care.”

The driver clicked his tongue disappointedly.

“What if someone was able to do something about it?”

“Like what?” Seo-ah glanced at him curiously.

“Sent evidence of his crimes to the police or something. Do you think that maybe they’d take you seriously and do something about it then?”

“Maybe,” she admitted dubiously.

“Are you any good at acting?”

She glanced at him suspiciously. “I’d say I’m decent. Why?”

He simply flattened his mouth into what she suspected was a half-smile but could have been a grimace. She took the hint and dropped her line of questioning.

With a gasp she realized that the car had stopped outside of a luxurious villa in Seongbuk-dong. 

The driver opened her door, extending his hand to her. She gingerly took it, stepping out onto the pebbled drive as she took in her gated surroundings. 

Min Yoongi’s warmth alerted her to his presence behind her.

“Er…”

“Come with me.” He took her elbow gently, leading her into the house, past a man in a suit like the driver’s, but looking considerably more dangerous. 

Min Yoongi led her to the kitchen, putting a kettle on to boil for tea and pulling out two cups.

He paused, hand on a cupboard door as he glanced back at her. “Would you prefer something a little bit stronger?”

“I’m alright with tea. Thank you. May I ask why I’m here?”

“Because I’d like to talk to you.”

“Without asking for my permission?” she raised an eyebrow, dropping the formal tone.

He raised one back at her impropriety.

“You essentially kidnap me, I don’t have to add honorifics,” she shrugged, hoping to cover up the unsettling thought she’d been struck by, that she’d traded the devil she knew for the one she didn’t.

“I apologize. Would you like to join me for tea at my home?”

“I’d prefer to have you to mine as a thank you, but given your look–” she waved a hand at his suit–”and my home, this is the better option. I’d be delighted to join you, thank you for asking.”

He gave her another inscrutable, curious look as he poured the tea. “You’re welcome.”

She perched, feeling only slightly awkward and out of place, on the white leather seats at his marble island, gratefully taking the cup he handed her.

He stood across from her, his own cup in hand. 

“So, from what I’ve gathered from you, is that you’re the head of a low-income household, you’re in financial difficulty, your dongsaeng’s ex is threatening trouble, and there’s not much happening to address these issues.”

She swallowed a sip of the hot tea, feeling like the words had burned hotter than her tongue now was. That was her situation, but somehow the cold way he had laid out those facts threatened to tear down the defensive walls she’d built.

“Yes, that is the state of things,” she said quietly, already feeling the fuzz on her tongue from the tea burn.

“How much debt did the ex leave you?”

She swallowed another sip. “About thirteen million won.”

As expected of a man who lived in this area, he didn’t bat an eye.

“I have a proposal for you, then.”

She nodded.

“I will help you pay off your debts and take care of this ex, and in return you will enter a contractual marriage with me for five years.”

Seo-ah coughed, expelling the tea from her windpipe that she’d inhaled in shock. “You want me to do what?”

“Marry me. For five years. What do you say?”

“Why do you need a wife? You look fairly young, you’re rich and hot and appear to be influential.”

He smirked at her list of his traits. “Business reasons. There are some things I cannot tell you until you have signed the contract, if you so agree. I’ve been looking for the right wife for a while now, and I think you’ll be splendid.”

“Could I have a copy of this contract so I know what’s expected?”

Min Yoongi pulled his cell phone out and pressed a button. “I need the papers in the kitchen.”

A minute later footsteps sounded in the hallway, then a man in a suit jogged into the kitchen, carrying a small briefcase in hand. He paused as he took in the scene, then handed the briefcase off to Min Yoongi.

He opened the briefcase and pulled out a sheaf of papers, rifling through them to collect a handful that he handed off to  her.

She flipped through them, reading the surprisingly simple legal jargon. It looked aboveboard. 

She was getting desperate: some creditors were already hounding her enough without Geum’s pressure, Jinah would be needing to pay for her schooling, plus the usual living expenses…Well, she could use this stroke of luck that had fallen into her lap. She was well aware that this contract, though it sounded fair, would likely end in Min Yoongi’s favour, but she would cross that bridge when she came to it. He was the best option at the present time and she would not borrow trouble from her future self.

“I’ll do it,” she declared.

The man who’d brought the briefcase handed her a pen, the clicking of the end sounding loud in the suddenly supernaturally still kitchen.

She signed her name with a flourish, watching the black ink seep into the paper. Min Yoongi took the pen from her and slid the papers from under her arm, scrawling his signature quickly and handing them to the man.

“The registration will come through in a couple days. Would you like to stay here until then?” he asked courteously.

She shook her head. “I appreciate your offer, and this opportunity, but I need to get back to my sister. I don’t like leaving her alone in our area, especially with her ex around.”

“Alright, I’ll get Hoseok to take you back. Thank you for signing this.”

She swallowed, mouth suddenly dry despite the two cups of tea she’d drunk.

#bangtanwhq #bangtanfamiglianet #group: bts #member: myg #type: fic #era: haegeum #length: 1-2k #rating: pg-13 #star scribbles #title: inception #series: berserk tiger #au: mafia #au: haegeum #au: contract marriage

[jacksgreysays]

Sorry for the week late prompt but I've been ill lol and had trouble thinking up a good prompt. Fake Title: Terraforming the Red Planet Post Garden!Shikako & (Mei, Tenzo, Gara, OR dealer's choice) pulling off Anti-Danzo Team Red-style miracles.

Hi damnsmartblueboxes! Hope you're feeling better, and no worries about being a week late, lol. I just appreciate the prompts :D

When you say post Garden… do you mean a post Split!Gardens’verse in which Shikako has landed in her new “forever home” and must make the most of it? Or a post Garden in that this is a Shikako who has made her way back to her original universe somehow?

—

Terraforming the Red Planet

“I have an idea,” says Shikako. Tenzo, perhaps understandably traumatized by those words, whips his head around to look at her, baring the whites of his eyes in alarm.

Honestly, Mei thinks he’s overreacting. Then again, she’s only been a part of this expat coalition for a few days so perhaps she hasn’t been as exposed to Shikako’s worst. After all, the idea that led Shikako to Kiri prevented Mei from being publicly executed for treason and also unearthed a missing Seven Swordsman and a previously thought extinct bloodline.

So far this is working out great for Mei. And, despite the heavy scowl on his face, also for Zabuza: he’s been practically glowing since Shikako chucked those Sand kids at him, the three of them plus Haku circling him like sharks scenting chum. Or, worse, a pod of bored orca spotting an unsuspecting seal.

Suffice to say, Tenzo is probably desperate for conversation with a sane adult.

Tentatively, as if braced for impact, Tenzo asks, “It doesn’t involve kidnapping another Kage’s children does it?”

Before Shikako can respond, the littlest Sand kid—the one with bright red hair that Mei had only ever seen before when she was a child, an envoy from Uzushio—abandons Zabuza to defend her.

“She didn’t kidnap us!” The sand swirling around his ankles in agitated waves would be a little more intimidating if it weren’t for his cherubic face, soft voice, and the teddy bear clutched in his arms.

“That’s still up for debate,” his older sister says, one hand on her hip. The other hand she leaves free, not quite hovering over her war fan, but close enough to draw it quickly if she needs to. Not because she’s threatened, but merely as a trained habit. Mei would be impressed if it weren’t for the fact that she was preparing to kill her own classmates at that age.

“Eh,” shrugs their brother. “She technically didn’t kidnap us,” he says, emphasizing that last word. “We tracked Gaara out to the Dead Wastes. Well, the no-longer-dead not-wastes.”

Zabuza, no doubt feeling abandoned, puts a hand on Haku’s shoulder. Haku pats his hand twice, comfortingly, but his attention is focused on the drama.

“I was listening to the stars,” Gaara says, “and Moth—um, Shukaku—told me where to go. And he’s not mad all the time.”

“Yeah, Temari,” his brother says with a shit-eating grin, “if anything, that means Gaara kidnapped himself. And we followed. So we also maybe kidnapped ourselves.”

“Shut up, Kankuro,” Temari retorts, but without further argument. Kankuro looks smug until she digs an elbow into his side.

Matter settled without any input on her part, Shikako finally responds to Tenzo’s earlier question. “No kidnapping of any Kage’s children will be necessary.”

For a moment, Tenzo looks relieved, but Mei has her eyes on Shikako and knows its too early to celebrate. Mei sees the way Shikako pauses, considering, and the minute wince that gets quickly smoothed over into a bland and unconvincing expression of innocence.

“We might have to kidnap an entire clan—”

“We?!” Tenzo protests.

“—although would it still be considered kidnapping at that point? It's more like an encouraged migration, maybe. But first we need to clear out some black marketeers. Or at least set up some kind of contract with them.” Shikako continues, unimpeded, listing on her fingers. “And I’ll need to get some soil samples from Sora-ku before we do any major changes. And also brush up on skyscraper architecture.” She turns to the rest of their ragtag team. “None of you are allergic to cats, right?” she asks, as if that were the only reasonable objection to her increasingly alarming plan.

The children shake their heads, absolutely fascinated. Zabuza tries to make eye contact with Tenzo—as if to commiserate or, perhaps, get confirmation that their leader is being serious—but the Leaf nin has pressed his face into his hands out of sheer, psychic agony.

“You’re just like this all the time, aren’t you?” Mei smiles: her post attempted coup life is going to be fun.

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A/N: It’s pretty short and also more about Shikako accidentally collecting badasses of various ages than terraforming, but the implication is there. Basically, Shikako is going to extract the entire Uchiha clan from Konoha to prevent them from being hostages/collateral damage/used against her and she’s going to fix up Sora-ku so that they have a place to live. And I think Sora-ku is their territory anyway?

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@gemglyph This took a bit so I'm sorry it's a little late, but happy birthday! :D Have Sky snippets <3

Diving

Link thought he had seen everything at this point. The Surface was immeasurable and beautiful and terrifying, foreign and intriguing, but never had he imagined that he would find yet another world beyond it.

With the water dragon's scale, he could find just that.

The sky was his favorite world, beautiful and open and freeing, but the most magical one by far was underwater. Link found creatures and plants that were even different from the Surface world, and swimming in such depths felt a bit like floating in the air, suspended by the support and terror of water all around. It was a bizarre mixture of claustrophobia and flying, being surrounded yet untouched all at the same time. The sensation was similar enough to being in the air that it staved off the anxiety closed spaces usually gave him, leaving him hypothetically and literally breathless, enjoying the way the light danced and the way the creatures moved.

He tore towards the surface so he could leap into the air with a spin attack, getting the slightest taste of the freedom he had back home as he arched through the air, laughing giddily.

This journey he had to go on was terrifying, stressful, and exhausting. This destiny of his was crushing his mind with worry. But by the goddesses, it was also an adventure.

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Doubt

Link growled as he curled inward, but the pain and anxiety that mixed in his heart made it come out more like a whimper. He couldn't figure out this blasted abandoned factory and he was beginning to collect far more injuries than he could keep up with.

Impa had been right. Hylia had been wrong.

Link bit his tongue at such a sacrilegious thought. But what else could be true?? He had almost gotten Zelda killed.

He had almost gotten Zelda killed.

Goddess above, why was he even here? Why was he even made, how could even exist when he had almost gotten someone else killed, no less the person he held the most dear in the entire world? And here he was, failing again, unable to keep up or solve these puzzles.

A gentle chime rang around the empty room, and Fi floated in front of him. "Master. I recommend drinking a potion. You are losing a fair amount of blood."

"What difference does it make?" Link asked dully, feeling tears sting in his eyes. "Zelda has Impa. She's safe. I... I can't do this."

Fi was silent, as if proving Link right. She always knew everything, and if she couldn't provide a logical response to his statement, then it had to be true.

He supposed Groose had been right all along. He was a loser in every way possible. A bitter part of his mind scoffed and rolled his eyes at the smug expression the bully would no doubt have.

"Master," Fi said slowly. "Her Grace Hylia looked through all of time in search of a Chosen Hero, and she saw you. As a goddess, it is 100% certain that she has more insight into the matter than you, and you have a 98.75% chance of increasing your confidence in yourself by trusting Her Grace's intuition and knowledge. Humans appear to try to understand and control everything in a situation 93.87% of the time, and it is physically impossible to do so."

Link rolled his head to the side to stare at his companion, squinting a little. "I'm calculating that this is your version of a pep talk, Fi."

"I do not give pep talks, Master. I am here to state facts and guide you."

Despite feeling like he shouldn't even be alive, Link had to laugh a little. "So my predictions are 100% correct."

Sighing, the knight-in-training bit his lip, closing his eyes. He felt the pain throughout his body from multiple wounds, none of which were individually life threatening, but all of which were hindering him. He'd let them bleed a bit longer; maybe if they scarred it would remind him to get his ass in gear.

"Master. Your health is decreasing. I highly recommend you drink a potion."

Link opened his eyes, growing annoyed with the sword spirit. Instead of arguing, though, he sat up and rummaged through his pouch. Fi settled behind him, acting as a barrier to prevent him from falling back to the sandy ground. The gesture caught him a little off guard, and though he didn't have the energy anymore to express gratitude, he smiled as he leaned against her and drank the potion he'd packed.

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Dedication

Link had to give credit where credit was due. Groose sure was dedicated when he put his mind to something.

He just wished that something wasn't him right now.

"Groose, I promise I'm fine," he argued for what felt like the millionth time.

Groose crossed his arms. "Zelda's away for a few days and she left me in charge of your care."

"Yes, you told me that." Link was trying to stay patient, he really was. But ever since he'd collapsed at the end of his journey, everyone had been paranoid about his health. Zelda was on the surface because she'd said she needed some space and time to sort things out, stating that Impa's death was weighing heavily on her. Link hadn't liked the idea of leaving her alone to grieve, but everyone coped different, and he was willing to give her space if she asked.

But the only way to let her go and try to get some closure was if he promised to let Groose take care of him.

Well, he'd promised he would take care of himself. It was Zelda who had enlisted Groose's help. Not that it was needed; nearly half of Skyloft was walking eggshells around him. Commander Eagus still practically interrogated him every morning. Just yesterday he'd slept in and then when he woke up the commander had been hovering over him, Owlan in the doorway with Horwell because Groose had grabbed literally all of the instructors - as if Link sleeping late wasn't a normal thing.

"You didn't eat breakfast," Groose insisted. "That means you're not fine."

"I didn't eat breakfast because breakfast wasn't being served when I woke up." Link insisted. "I'm not avoiding food."

"Henya made something specifically for you!"

Wait, what? She had?

Oh. Oh. She had. He'd forgotten.

Link shook his head. "Okay, fine, I'll eat."

Groose stared at him, eyebrows furrowed.

Link felt his annoyance growing. "What is it, Groose?"

"You just... you keep forgetting stuff. I don't know, we didn't really.." Groose shifted awkwardly here before brushing it off. "We didn't really talk before, but... are you really that much of an airhead?"

He had to huff out a laugh. He supposed he was. He didn't know if it was because he was that stupid or just... what it was. He didn't know. He just... felt out of sorts. That wasn't a crime, was it? "I just forgot, Groose."

Groose crossed his arms with a loud grunt of disapproval. "Well you're not forgetting with me around! I said I"d take care of you, and that's what I'm doing. Now let's go to the dining hall so you can eat."

Before Link could even say yes or no, Groose grabbed him by the arm and nearly dragged him towards the dining hall. Link was tempted to protest, but the smell of food caught his attention, and though he hadn't been hungry a moment ago, his mind suddenly registered that he hadn't eaten in twenty-four hours. Link sighed, resigned to his fate, and decided that, yes, Groose was overbearing, but he didn't mind the care and concern.

It was actually really nice having him as a friend.

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For the gemstone asks!

Sapphire: The most upbeat dialog or overall scene in your wip

Rose Quartz: Were any characters cut from the wip? :D

hi kai!

Sapphire: The most upbeat dialog or overall scene in your wip

there’s lots of fun stuff in Valloroth, but I think the most upbeat part might technically be the end, when the dragon is defeated and the gang are sharing a well-earned expensive dinner back at the tavern where mostly everything started:

“We did work well together,” Lucian said. Seeing them all together, alive and well and recovered from the dragon – though Quest had flatly refused to let anyone heal away their burn scars – it made his heart swell. This, this was what he’d wanted. Not the almost-this he’d had in the wagon but this. Friends. Aliyne eyed him over her boots. “You’ve got a look in your eye I don’t care for, your highness,” she said. “It’s nothing,” Lucian said, though he couldn’t hide his smile. “Just another little job I thought we might take on. For an old friend.” Aliyne groaned and slid so far down in her chair she almost fell out of it. Lucian grinned and pulled the letter he’d received that morning from his pocket, spreading it on the table. Leshanna tapped her thumbnail and the paper floated towards her, hovering above her plate. “Does that man never learn!” she cried. “What was he even doing near the Morandae border?” “Gathering more components, if I know Zinby,” Zander said, taking the letter. He gave a low whistle. “What I want to know is where he keeps getting all this cash from.” “Same place as us lately, probably,” Quest leaned across the table and plucked the letter from Zander’s hands. “Which – we could do this for free, you know. We’re not going to run out of gold again, ever!” “Don’t curse it!” Aliyne called from under the table. “Gold is too easy to lose to say things like that.” “Only if you keep spending it all on fancy boots,” Zander reached out and tapped the flat of his knife on her toe and she shot up, scowling and rubbing at the smear of gravy he’d left. “Well, what do you say?” Lucian asked, drawing their attention back to him. He looked around at them; at Quest’s excited grin, and Zander’s lazy smirk; at Leshanna’s resigned expression and Aline fighting the smile that threatening beneath her scowl. “Fancy a trip to Morandae?”

Rose Quartz: Were any characters cut from the wip? :D

no-one has been cut yet from claws, since it’s in the first draft, but i’m contemplating cutting Dante and merging their parts with Alice, since they occupy very similar story roles, and the subplot I wanted with Dante being a foil to Rainier in terms of Being With Vivien didn’t work. it might in draft 2 though, so we’ll see when we get there

I haven’t really cut anyone from Valloroth either. I nearly cut River from The Perils of Wanting, but I really needed him to support a lot of Ashenivir’s internal plot, so I beefed out his scenes and now in the nearly-final draft he’s so much more present and I love him and I can’t imagine the book without him!

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