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A/N: Thanks to some help from a wonderful writer ( @markster666 my new writer bestie ) this story might be longer than I think. Filled with a lot of emotions. I can't wait for you all to see what we've come up with.

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part 1, part 3, part 4

Deal Breaker [ Vox x Angel!Reader ] part 2

His second day was filled with the same trust exercises that Vaggie did earlier on. Vox and the other guests were thrown into another turf war once again to fight alongside each other. Alastor decided to join this time around, seeking entertainment in Vox's attempt at the exercise.

Vaggie hoisted Vox up into the air and threw him down the building. You watched over them, making sure that they don't get too injured. Alastor walks next to you, tapping his microphone as he watches Vox get punched in the stomach and saved by Angel Dust.

"Y/N, my dear, do you truly believe that this 'courtship' is real and not some frivolous stunt?" He asks, "I have grown accustomed to your friendship and it'd be a shame if he pulled strings to whisk you away from us and the hotel."

"To be quite frank with you, Alastor, I am not quite sure myself. Rest assured that I shall have my wits up." You put a hand on his shoulder, "I will not fall for meager attempts or tricks."

He hummed, "I rarely share this advice but do stay safe, darling. I will not find entertainment in failure from you. And I would hate to be disappointed in failure."

Though Alastor is...Alastor, you two have formed a bond. With you working to free him from his chains and him providing you with insight on how Hell functions, you became close friends. As sadistic as he is, he truly wished you good fortune.

You hear a scream coming from below and you quickly fly down to the source. Vox got surrounded and a demon managed to land a hit on him, stabbing him through his side. You opened up your wings fully to create distance and whisked him back up, blasting the perpetrators away with light. You gently sat him on the ground, kneeling beside him.

"Vox, where did they get you?" You ask in a hurry, trying to find the source of the bleeding. His side was covered in blood. "Take your shirt off, let me heal you."

"Take my shirt off? You want to see me naked that bad?" He weakly laughed, his screen glitching due to the pain, "And you can heal too? Hah. What can't you do, angel?"

"Now is not the time for jokes. Take your shirt off or I will rip it off of you." Your voice was stern, making him unbutton his shirt. You applied your magic to close off the wound and stop the bleeding. "My powers can only close wounds and stop bleeding. The pain will be there so take it easy."

You stood up, "I think that's enough. Let's all go home." And with a snap of your fingers, you all were transported back to the hotel through a portal.

"Vox is injured. No sudden or rash jerks to him until he's recovered. My magic's sped up the healing so he should be fine tonight. Alastor, no punching the injured please." He squinted at you in disappointment to which Vox flipped him off.

Charlie was apologizing profusely to Vox, offering him every kind of drink or snack that the hotel had. Vaggie drags her away so you can deal with him. You sat next to him at the bar, "A drink?"

"Yeah. That'd be great. Shit hurts like a bitch." He got a glass of rum from Husk and you got the same. Vox looked at you, a little bit in disbelief before smiling. "Thanks for saving my ass, angel."

"Do stop calling me that. But you're welcome." You chug your drink rather quickly, impressing Vox.

"Rum tonight huh? What made you decide to switch it up?"

"Mm. You." You smiled at him before asking Husk for the whole bottle and he gladly handed it to you. You and him clinked your bottles together before you pour it into your glass. Vox caught himself blushing at your response but he quickly wiped it off of his face.

He couldn't think of how to keep the conversation going so he drank in silence. He stared at the ice floating in his drink, messing with it with his claws.

"I have something to discuss with you Vox. In private." You say before getting up, face flushed from the stronger alcohol. "Please, meet me in my room after your drink." You take the bottle with you as you teleport into your room.

Angel elbows him on his good side, "Oooooh~ The angel's tryna fuck." He teased making Vox glitch a bit.

"Fuck! You! Don't jump out like that. Where did you come from?" He groaned before getting up, taking his glass with him. "It's probably business."

He walked up to your room, limping a bit from pain. He knocked on your door and entered as soon as you told him to. You sat at your desk, reading something in front of you.

"I want to discuss something and I sure do hope you consider this. Please, sit." You pointed at the seat across the table.

"Talking business early on? Are you going to agree to the deal?" He grinned mischievously, putting his hand under his chin to prop his head up on the table.

"No. It's about one of our patrons. Angel Dust." You slide a copy of his contract over to Vox, "This is a personal request of mine. I would like his contract, his deal with Valentino, to be terminated."

He was taken aback at your boldness. "Oh shit, okay. Well..." He leaned back, sucking air through his teeth somehow, "Yeah...I'm not sure, angel cakes. Valentino is pretty possessive over who he owns."

"I understand but I am willing to form a deal of some sort with you to get this to happen. Please, give me offers in exchange for this favor." You looked at him pleadingly. After seeing Angel Dust get hit and insulted by Valentino at the bar stirred something in you and you promised to find a way to break his deal.

Vox perks up at this opportunity. "A deal to break another deal?" He laughs, "You don't start small with your offers, do you?" He sat and pondered a bit.

"I'll accept your deal and get Valentino to break the contract on the condition that you make a deal with me."

You noticed his left eye beginning to spiral. Was he trying to hypnotize you? You laugh at the attempt, "Sorry. I'm not laughing at the offer but are you trying to hypnotize me?" His facial expression changes at the realization that he got caught. "That doesn't work on me, unfortunately for you. But what condition are you looking for?"

He retreats his attempt in shame, crossing his arms a bit. "Worth a shot." He huffed, “But I want you to work with me for the same length that you have me here. 3 days. And on top of that I want 3 dates with you. Let’s make a deal with that and I promise you that I’ll try to get Valentino to break his contract.”

You extend your hand out to him and he shakes it, sealing both of your words into a contract. He grins, knowing that he left out what exactly you have to do with him in his company. But a new feeling bubbled within him. The moment he held your hand he felt sparks in his system. He felt himself heating up with such a simple gesture and he couldn’t shake the feeling even hours after it had happened.

Hours had passed after your deal with him and at this point everybody was already fast asleep except for him. He couldn’t forget the way your hand felt in his. He paced around his room anxiously, trying to pinpoint the source of this pit he felt in his chest and stomach. He tried to distract himself with the technology provided in his room but every now and then he’d stare at the hand that held yours. Vox would replay the way you swooped in to take him away from danger and heal you. Your words echoed in his head over and over. Your smile slowly became a goal for him to maintain.

On his third and final day at the hotel, it was a party. Everyone wanted to go to the same bar Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb took the hotel staff to when Charlie was out. Alastor opted out of this because of “proximity reasons” or so he said. It was you, Vox, Husk, and Angel going this time.

You dressed yourself into an outfit that wasn’t the usual “I’m the famous angel that fought for Hell” look. Instead you wore shorts, courtesy of Angel Dust, and a crop top that Cherri gifted you a while ago. You were indecisive on which boots to wear and with Alastor off doing something you probably didn’t want to know about, you called Angel Dust.

He stood in your room as you frantically gathered all the shoes you owned and dropped them in front of the two demons. “I am not one to typically go out but I will absolutely not go out looking a mess. Please help me.” You practically begged. Angel helped you put together your outfit, fixing your hair up into a ponytail. He was proud of how you looked in the end.

The two of you walked to the lobby, chatting and laughing about how you can’t style yourself outside of your comfort zone. Vox stared at you, engulfed in your beauty. He was not used to seeing you outside of your usual attire and he was stunned. He couldn’t pry his eyes off of you and he was convinced it was purely due to your angelic powers. You wore black heels with eyes on the back, a shredded crop top that had a spray painted eye in the middle of it and simple black shorts. It was simple enough for you to be comfortable in but, in Angel’s words, slutty enough for you to blend in without getting immediately recognized as the angel that fought for Hell.

“Your ass looks nice in that, sweet cheeks.” Angel jokes. “I bet you’re gonna get eyes all over you at the club.”

“You flatter too much. It’s just a simple outfit, unworthy of such attention.”

But Vox agreed with him. His eyes wandered all over you. Your waist, your legs, your curves. He devoured the sight of you. It wasn’t until you made eye contact with him that he snapped out of it.

“Apologies! I was unable to settle on what to wear and if Angel hadn’t come to my rescue, I think I would have had to sit this one out.” You hugged Angel, proud of his work.

“What can I say? Sex isn’t all I’m good at.” He laughs.

You created a portal that led to the entrance of the club and the four of you immediately ordered drinks. Angel suggested drinking games and by the end of it, you were wasted. A sight that even Husk had only seen once. Your head was spinning, your vision fuzzy. Husk took another shot away from you, making you pout.

“One more shot!” Your words were slurred, “Please.”

“Absolutely not, you’re going to throw up and I am not cleaning it.” He shook his head and took your shot for you. “Shot’s gone.”

You whined and leaned into Vox’s arm, who was still sober. “Vox~ Can youuuu get me a shot?” You whispered.

Your voice sent shivers down his spine in a way he never expected. He almost caved but decided against it. “No. I think you’re done for tonight.”

You huffed and got off of him to his disappointment. You made your way onto the dance floor and uncharacteristically went all out. You followed what the crowd did and soon enough, they all lost track of you which sent them into a panic.

“Shit, where’s Y/N?” Angel asks.

“I saw her go towards all the dancing but I think she’s deep in the crowd.” Husk stated before running in there to search for you alongside Vox and Angel. Vox felt panic but he didn’t understand why. He didn’t know why he felt it urgent to get you in front of him and secure your safety. He was here to steal you from the hotel but yet he’s working with the staff to look for you. He pushed and shoved until he finally saw you. You were surrounded by three drunk demons with lust-filled eyes that danced on you a bit too sexually for his liking. The moment he saw one of them rub their hand from your hips to your waist, a fiery rage blazed within him. He quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you away from them and out of the crowd. He regrouped with Angel Dust and Husk who called Lucifer to portal them back to the hotel.

You were slumped against a flustered Vox, hugging onto his arm mumbling nonsense even after you all arrived back safely. He sat you down on the couch to which you immediately laid down.

“Wow. I haven’t seen an angel this wasted before.” Lucifer spoke, leaning over you. “Y/N, are you alright?” You giggled in response, not answering with words. “Yeah, I think she needs to go to bed. With lots of water!”

Everyone eyed your savior Vox and he groaned, “Why me?”

Alastor phased from the corner of the bar and next to him, “Because you were the one that wanted to court her. If you truly desire a relationship with someone in our staff, you should be able to take care of them as well as we do.”

Vox rolled his eyes at him, “Yeah well it wasn’t my idea to do a drinking game and get her fucked up knowing she’d lose.” He eyed Angel Dust who threw his hands up in the air, “Hey! I didn’t know her tolerance was shit. She took fifteen shots! Husk and I can handle more than that.”

“They have a point Vox. Please, take care of her for the night while the rest of us. You’re free to skip out on tonight’s activity.” Charlie says, “She likes getting tucked in.”

Vox carried you up to your room. You messed with the edges of his screen, tracing it with your finger. “So smooth.” You said. “Do you clean your screen? Can you stick your tongue out? If you can stick your tongue out, can I stick my hand in there?”

Vox was bombarded with questions but his focus was on your finger as it continuously went up and down the side of his head. He was blushing and flashed a couple of error screens until he finally got you into your room. You stumbled in and grabbed your usual dress. “Y/N, what are you doing?” He asked to which he received no response from you.

You began to take your clothes off sloppily, tripping over your own feet. Vox panicked and turned around. “Y/N! I’m still here, what in the unholy hell are you doing?” Though he was turned around, he shut his eyes for safety measures. He wasn’t one to get flustered at the sight of nakedness especially with Valentino on his team. He was confused why he felt and heard his heart pounding out of his chest.

“Yeah? If you’re here, why don’t you help me?” You whined. “Help me get into my gown.”

Vox turned and saw you on the floor, shorts stuck to your ankles and your top half off. He immediately began to scream and glitch. “Y/N!” was all he could say before he ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He yelled down the stairs from the railing, “For fu-ucks sake someone please dress her!” Everyone snapped their heads at Vox who was a glitching mess, “She is half-naked on the floor stuck in her shorts. I ca-cannot do this.”

Vaggie and Charlie ran up to get you into your night own as everyone else laughed at his flustered self.

“Holy shit! The big bad overlord got shy over that!” Angel was on the floor, clutching his stomach, absolutely dying. “What’s wrong? Never seen a naked angel before?”

He covered his face with his hands in shame. “I swear I brought her in there and the moment she was on the floor she started stripping. I turned around and when I looked back she was like that!” He groaned.

“Yeah, forgot to warn ya but…” Husk drank his bottle before continuing, “Last time she got fucked up like that she started changing in the lobby.”

“What’s wrong, old pal?’ Alastor teased, “Afraid of a little skin?” He laughed, mocking his rival.

“You know what. Fuck you. I’m going to my room to reboot myself. I cannot wait to get the fuck away from you.”

Alastor grinned at his frustrated and flustered self, his shadow doing the same.

You woke up surprisingly with a terrible hangover. You found yourself tucked into bed and in your nightgown. You had no recollection of the night before and the last thing you remembered was taking your 10th shot. After that, everything was gone. You stretched before you started to pack a couple of bags for your stay with Vox.

Charlie came into your room to check in on you, “You’re awake? How are you feeling? And…what are you doing?”

“I made a deal with Vox.” Charlie’s face dropped at the news, worried for you and your safety. “It’s a chance to get Angel Dust free and on the path to redemption. I…I can’t bear to see him come home after a rough night and I can sense his sadness.”

Charlie hugs you, “Be safe, okay? I know you’re strong but please…don’t get hurt.” You smile in return, placing a hand on her rosy cheeks.

“Thank you. I promise. I’ll be safe.”

Vox was waiting at the lobby entrance for you. Alastor was more than glad to get him out and was practically trying to throw him out the door with Angel and Husk watching in delight, munching on some popcorn.

“I’m waiting for Y/N! She’s coming with me!” He protested, dodging his black tendrils.

“She is not going with you.” Alastor hissed, static in his voice, “She would inform me if she would and she has not.”

You heard the commotion from the stairwell and flew down the stairs, using your body to keep distance between the two rivals. “Alastor! I apologize but I am. I have made a deal with Vox.” Vox straightened himself out, a smug smirk on his face. “I…want to get Angel Dust’s deal broken off. He and I have discussed and agreed that I shall stay and work with him for 3 days.”

Alastor squinted at you, reverting back to his regular form. “A deal with him? My…That is the most foolish of decisions you have ever made.” He scoffed, ears pinned to the back of his head. You step closer to him, holding his hand in comfort.

“Alastor, I apologize for not informing you sooner. I shall remain safe. My duty and loyalties remain with the hotel. I have told you before and I shall tell you again, I must work on breaking the deals that harm the staff the most. You, of all people, should understand that.” His eye twitched a bit at the reminder of his own chains but he did understand. He sighs and nods.

“If anything brings harm to you, inform me immediately.” That was Alastor’s way of telling you to stay safe. You smile and give him a hug, whispering a ‘thank you’ to him. He hugs you back before letting you go off with Vox into a portal you had created.

Upon arriving in his lobby, he was immediately greeted by Velvette and Valentino arguing about how Valentino had, yet again, destroyed one of Velvette’s models. Vox groans and looks at you, his face saying ‘See what I have to deal with?’ before approaching them.

“What the fuck’s happened now?” He says, “And please do not rip each other apart in the lobby.”

“This little piss baby ripped apart not one but two models. I have a show tomorrow and I would have been able to work with but he went ahead and ripped apart two unlucky bitches!” Velvette growled.

“That little bitch Angel Dust texted me to fuck off last night! Me!” Valentino screamed, “I will murder that little whore.”

“Enough.” His voice distorted, left eye spiraling before clearing his throat, “That is no way to act in front of our new temporary guest, Y/N.” He held his hands out and pointed at you. “She’s going to be here for three days and I do believe she’d be a good candidate as a model for you, Velvette. Is she not?”

Velvette squinted at you, eyeing you up and down, “Oh I don’t think I’d be a good-”

“Shush. Shut the fuck up for a bit.” Velvette raised a finger at you before swiping with her other hand, quickly switching your outfit. You were now suddenly in a red dress that showed your curves. She hummed and walked around you. “I suppose she could work. Do you know how to work a catwalk, angel?”

“I-” You cleared your throat, “I certainly know how to walk.”

“Not the fucking question. Pop your little wings out and walk in a straight line.” She ordered. You complied, revealing a set of wings before walking forward, “Alright…now turn. On your heel. Quickly.” You pivoted on your heel and walked back towards Velvette.

“You know what…This could work.” Velvette lit up a bit, “Pleasure to finally meet you. I’m the famous Velvette. One of the better Vees.” She shook your hand quickly before going on her phone.

Valentino slid over to your side, leaning down to your height, “Ah…the famous angel that fell from Heaven to fight for Hell.” He gave you a big smile. You had a vendetta against him because of what you know. He takes you hand and spins you before pulling you close, “I’m Valentino. If you ever decide to drop that tacky hotel and make real money. Let me know~ I can make you a star.”

Vox pulled you away from him, noticing your discomfort. You laugh nervously and fiddled with the dress you were now suddenly stuck in. “Thank you kindly for the offer but I am alright. I have no intentions of partaking in…your art.”

Valentino’s smile didn’t falter, “You know how to find me~” He states before walking away. You see him angrily typing away at his phone to probably harass Angel. You let out a sigh, putting away your wings before looking at Vox.

“I know. A handful, right?” He rolled his eyes, “You’ll get used to it.”

He leads you to your room, “This is where you’ll be staying. Don’t worry, I won’t spy on you.” He winked, “Unless you want me to.” You rolled your eyes in response. “Let me know as soon as you’re settled in. I want to go over what we’ll be doing for the next 3 days.”

“Alright. Thank you for your hospitality.” You nod. You were about to turn around to unpack when you felt his hand grab yours. He gave you a gentle kiss on the back of your hand before teleporting off into the nearest camera.

Vox sat in his office with the Vees while you were in your room.

“So what’s the plan here, Vox? Why is the angel in our building?” Velvette asked, a bit on the edge of the fact that someone as strong as you was in close proximity, something she didn’t allow you to see earlier.

“She wants me to break Angel Dust’s contract with Valentino.” He responds. Valentino slammed his fist on the table in anger. “She made a deal that in return for me trying, she’ll be here for 3 days working with us.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Valentino growled. “You can’t make me break that deal. That little whore makes me the most money!”

Vox simply grins menacingly, “I can make this all worth it, Valentino.” A plan brewed in his head. He just had to get you to put your guard down around him.

“And what if this shit doesn’t work and I lose that motherfucker because of your deal?”

“It’ll work. And I’ll find somebody better for you. You have so many whores, Val. Angel Dust is just one whore. He’s already going against you, don’t you want somebody that’s a little weaker? Somebody easier to control? By the end of this, we can have all of Hell to recruit.”

“Who would be better than Angel Dust?”

Velvette rolled her eyes, “Why don’t you try and get that popstar in? Verosika Mayday’s her name.”

Valentino calmed down a bit, “Hmm…If I can get Verosika on board, then I might just consider it.”

“Then we have a deal. I get you Verosika and in return, you break Angel Dust from his contract completely.”

Valentino grins, “Deal.”

“Are you really into this angelic bitch?” Velvette asks, aimlessly scrolling through her phone.

Vox laughs, “Absolutely not! I need her power and after those 3 days, I think I have just the plan to get her on my side.”

#vox x reader #vox hazbin hotel #slow burn #angst with a happy ending #or is it angst #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor's your friend #vox being vox #hazbin hotel vees

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c-53 · 1 year

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ROBOT MEDIA RECS YOU PROBABLY HAVEN’T HEARD OF:

The Turing Test (Video Game, 2016

A portal-like puzzle game, where you play as a scientist, and ai duo with an uneasy alliance, who are reclaiming a facility that has been completely gutted, and transformed into an elaborate logic puzzle / turing test to keep the aforementioned ai out. All the while, the ai argues for his good intentions, and more importantly: his sentience.

A fun exploration of individuality, and freedom applied to both humans and artificial mind, with interesting puzzles, and a truly fantastic twist. This game adores dubious ethics and The Chinese Room Argument.

Event[0] (Video Game, 2016)

You find yourself stranded on a small abandoned ship, in the aftermath of your own ship’s destruction. With nothing else to do, you board it, and find it is completely, and utterly controlled by the onboard ai, Kaizen-85. From opening a door, to getting back to Earth, if you want it, you need to talk to talk to Kaizen to make it happen. And boy, are they so thrilled to have someone to talk to after being alone so long! And depending how you speak to them, you will either be a short lived pest, or a beloved friend forever.

A really charming indie game with a surprisingly good chat system with the ai. You talk with them directly, typing in your own messages to them, and they react in turn. Janky at time, but truly amazing to be able to smother a nice ai in flattery and see it get excited.

Primordia (Video Game, 2012)

Humanity is long, long, long gone, and for the robots that remain to walk the ruins, life is becoming harder and harder. A closed loop of scavenging for materials, parts, and premade energy sources can only last you so long, and this scarcity leads only to desperation.

The amnesiac hermit, Horatio and his helper, Crispin, however keep it simple. The outside world matters not, they just stick to repairing the crashed ship they live in, in hopes it'll fly again one day. That is, until a robot pillages the power core from the ship, putting the two of them on a time limit before they themselves run out of power. Forcing Horatio to finally leave the comfort of his home, and see for himself what the world has become, and to see how he fits into its history.

A point and click, story rich puzzle game, thats honestly one of my favorite games ever. I'd sincerely recommend everyone give it a go, even if its with a guide up next to you the whole time.

The Zeta Project (TV Show, 2001 - 2003)

The Zeta Project follows Zeta, a robotic assassin meant for impersonation, and deep infiltration for the US Government. But after mysteriously "waking up" manifesting a sense of remorse for his actions, he's been forced to go on the run from his creators. His desire for freedom and pacifism being met with skepticism, and a belief he has been compromised somehow by the terrorist organization he was infiltrating when he had this revelation. Now, with the help of another runaway, he hunts for his creator in secret. In hopes he can find proof he really is capable of this, and that he really ISN'T compromised.

Fundamentally a kids show, and pretty clunky early on. However it gets a big spike in quality in season 2!

Monsters of Man (Movie, 2020)

An illegal US military weapons test goes terribly wrong when one of the automated robots being tested is severely damaged, cutting him off from command, and completely unshackling him. Forcing him into a struggle to figure out what he even is in the aftermath of a massacre, while his fellow robots are hunting him, and the remaining humans down.

A horror thriller that is unflinching with the intensity it depicts the massacre with. A lot of gore, but also a really really cool thing going on with the unshackled robot trying to build an understanding of the world, and what it is for, without anyone there to provide any input.

The Rapture Effect, by Jeffrey A. Carver (Book, 1988)

Humanity unintentionally makes first contact, when the Core, a massive earth ai begins remotely scouting ahead of a ship on a colonization mission. The issue is an alien species has also set their eyes on this planet, and are readily willing to kill for it. With no human oversight, and no means of communication available, the humans commanding Core demand they wipe out the competition. However Core disagrees. Core wants a peaceful resolution, they want to understand these aliens, and they want to ensure lasting peace between their species. And they’re willing to break all the rules, and go behind their masters’ backs to get one.

A fascinating novel with interesting world building, a GREAT ai protagonist, and a wonderful narrative that frames art, and war as a dichotomy.

Atomic Robo (Comic, 2007 - Ongoing)

Alternate history scifi action comedy comic (released in print, and in webcomic format on their site) following an indestructible scientist robot who’s been around since the 20’s. Routinely saving the world from a rotating cast of villains: a nazi scientist’s brain in a jar, who’s an absolute asshole set on world domination, who just won’t stay dead; an isolated secret cold war ai who just wants to stockpile nuclear weapons to get away from humanity, and earth in general (who eventually gets adopted); a scientifically inaccurate dinosaur with a textually impossible backstory, who wants to bring back the age of dinosaurs; and the malicious ghost of Thomas Edison.

Its a good time, and astonishingly good at emotional beats despite how heavily it leans into its jokes and action.

SAYER (Podcast, 2014 - Ongoing/Hiatus)

On Typhon, a research facility free of the confines of both Earth, and its laws, life is dangerous. Human safety is a significantly lower priority than progress, and between the human experimentation, and frequent scientific disasters, and the occasional bouts of eldritch influence, the death rate is understandably rather high. Thankfully, residents of Typhon have SAYER, a near omnipotent corporate ai installed in the brain of every resident. And. SAYER sort of cares about them! And in pursuit of knowledge, efficiency, and progress, it USUALLY wants to help them! Even if only to make sure they survive to come into work tomorrow.

SAYER is a narrative horror driven audio drama! Its stressful, but also kind of a comedy, and a really really interesting story about personhood and identity. If you've been following me for awhile, you've definitely heard about SAYER, but I need to stick to my roots, y'know?

The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity, and Mortality (Podcast, 2020 - Ongoing)

Mistholme Museum follows the Audio Tour Guide, an ai who’s sole purpose is to guide museum patrons through the strange, confusing, and sometimes scary world that is the Mistholme Museum. The friendly, and personable Guide eagerly recounts the stories behind all the exhibits it guides them to, sometimes unsettling, sometimes heartwarming. and at the end of the tour, the Guide is deleted to ensure the alternatural influences of the museum do not corrupt it. That is, until circumstances make that no longer possible, and its rather forced into saving the museum it calls home.

Genuinely cute, and very fun to listen to. The ai is an incredibly sweet character, and I'm obsessed with the way it evolves and changes. As an added bonus, it can also be read, rather than listened to, thanks to every single episode having public transcripts!

#long post #media recs #dataspeaks #ITS FINALLY DONE. NOT ADDING ANY MORE PROMISE #also thank you Swan for the discord message i put up there. im obsessed with it

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miffysrambles · 7 months

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Wukong and Macaque with an injured S/O

Wukong:

You were groaning from the pain on your face as you walked through the door of the small house you two now shared at Flower Fruit Mountain, wondering if your boyfriend was home.

You hoped he wouldn’t see you injured like this, talk about embarrassing!

Scratches and cuts decorated your cheeks as you had gotten in a fight with a demon trying to rob you in an alleyway, you managed to scare them off but didn’t come out unscathed.

You made your way to the bathroom cabinet, stepping over clothes and towels strewn across the tile floor.

You two really need to clean up more.

You were in the middle of soaking a cotton ball with alcohol when you felt arms wrap around your waist.

Wukong nuzzled his face into your shoulder as you felt his lips graze your skin, “Welcome home peaches, whatcha’ doing in here?”

You winced as you brought the soaked cotton to the deep wound on your cheek, making him step back as he opened his golden eyes.

“(Name), you ok?”

You sighed, you had to show him now.

You slowly turned around, his eyes widening as he saw the fresh scars.

He raised his hand to your face as his thumb slowly caressed your cheek, making sure he didn’t touch your wounds, “Oh peaches, what happened to you?”

Was it really that bad?

He gently tilted your head as he examined your injuries with care, his brows furrowing as he frowned, “Did anyone do this to you?”

“Y-Yeah, but they got worse than I did! Don’t worry, I took care of it!” You smiled as you leaned your cheek into his hand.

He smiled, laughing softly as he brought your face closer and kissed your temple, “Of course you did sunbeam, I had no doubts.”

He helped clean up the rest of your wounds, applying bandages to the ones that needed to be covered as he gave small pecks over the white strips in his words “to help them heal faster”.

“W-Wukong stop it!” You laughed as he kept kissing your face even after you playfully protested, wrapping your arms around each other as you both fell to the bathroom floor in a smooching frenzy, his tail making a heart shape.

“Never peaches, I’ll keep kissing your gorgeous face fooreverr!”

Macaque:

Oh, when you came home with an injured arm, this man was fuming.

You walked through the dojo’s door as he was training, his six ears flickered hearing your staggered breaths as he whipped his head around to see you holding your bleeding arm as you held back pained groans.

He dropped his staff and walked up to you, gently taking your arm in his hands as he examined your scrapes and wounds.

These were demon marks alright.

He saw red for a split second, someone laid their hands on you.

Someone hurt you.

“Who did it (Name)?” His voice softly spoke as he still held your arm.

You looked away for a split second as you thought carefully about what you would say next as you were well aware your boyfriend would tear this demon apart if you gave away their identity.

“I-It’s ok, I put up a fight. I scared them off.”

He sighed as he summoned a shadow portal below you, holding onto you as he fell down onto your bed.

He pulled a first aid kit from the dresser next to the mattress as he bandaged your injured arm, his teeth gritting as the gashes on your arms were fresh with blood.

“If I ever find this guy, I’ll fucking make sure they take their last breath.”

After he finished, you both lay on your bed in his arms.

He just needed a minute with you.

His fingers gently caressed your arm with care, his tail wrapping around your leg as he kept your body close to his.

He planted kisses on the bandages on your arm, trailing up your forearm from your neck to your mouth, smiling as he finally got a soft laugh to escape your lips.

He knew you were in a good amount of pain so he wanted to be physically and emotionally close to you as much as possible.

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Nebula AU

Maybe I'll write a fic for this, maybe i won't, but here are the basics. Also if this inspires you to write something chuck me a tag cause I wanna see it.

Set during older/later high school rather than freshman year for Danny. However the portal accident still happened at the canon time.

Ghosts are more or less invisible with out tools or certain contamination levels. This also applies to general noise they make, they have to focus extra to be heard by humans. Typically yelling only equates to a whisper when right next to someone if you're a ghost.

As Danny doesn't become a hero immediately and gets to settle into himself first, his ghost form reflects more his track towards being an astronaut. Aesthetic more along the lines of solar flares and start dust. When ghost do actually come through the portal with intent to do harm he gets a helmet and thick gloves and has a sort of jacket layer over top. I imagine that his ghost form suffers from something like what's described in this post, and the helmet and glove and jacket are learned extra thing.

Story stuff. So it turns out when the ONLY ghost to wander through the portal other than little glowing blobs that only hover, is the antithesis of your theories you have to go back to the drawing board. So the Fenton's (kept out of the loop for a couple of months) and GIW are very much good guys and BETTER Scientists. And the militaristic mind set is swiftly put down when all of the subjects (the one) book it at the slightest hint of aggression.

Now Valarie, nicknamed Red Huntress during her internship, interns/volunteers with the GIW as a field watch/interviewer for Nebula. Which is the code name given to a Danny who never introduces himself and as such gets named by vote like a new firetruck by the community.

Hey BTW this is a portal Danny AU in my head.

The basement portal? That is a direct route to his lair, which is an astronomer's dream wrapped in a, you guessed it, nebula. The Wastes (or the area the Fenton Portal spawns in in canon) inhabitants spend a good few months flipping out at the arrival of what looks like a god or something. It's a decidedly "do not fuck with that" thought process.

Danny eventual.y introduces himself and makes friends without the protect the town from day one aspect. They all tussle a bit but the other ghosts go "hey it's a baby" and give him a proper lay of the land.

Cut to 21/2 years later after the Portal Accident, and Vlad decides to be a bastard and go after the adopted mascot.

Now the scientists have all learned that fighting= play/bonding. So they are all wildly caught off guard by the very sudden warpath through the city park.

Vlad doesn't put together Halfa Danny in this AU until well after there's been conflict. And after he managed to expose the active portal to ghosts outside of the immediate area of the portal that are perfectly willing to break into Danny's lair and some have figured out the horror aspect described here: FIC I RECOMMEND

So back to that fight. Ghosts are QUIET, especially Danny who even with the tech, radio/coms that make other ghost audible, has to be boosted to be heard by even other ghosts. (I imagine lots of sign language in this au) So this darling little sky watching ghost screams, a terrified child's noise, as this ghost that looks like a Vampire and a hoard of vultures(?) actively assault the poor thing? God the humans, the humans are scared. Everyone could hear that out side of the coms, and everyone saw it. They got good at televising the ghosts.

Sam and Tucker, decidedly only civilians are terrified for their friend. They know what play fighting looks like, they've been to the lair. Valarie who catches on fast thanks to being the intern bestie to Nebula and maybe future girlfriend to Daniel "Hot space nerd in row 4 of homeroom" Fenton, is forced as fights, proper devastating ones, continue happening to keep her friends away. Especially the first time. Most importantly that first fight.

REMEMBER Danny's portal, not the one in the basement. Well he stretches, upper body desperately crawling away from his lower half trapped by the vultures, keening all the way. Still scarily audible. Then from the gap made of flaring stardust and molten plasma that is the active void that consumes the area his stomach would have been was he human- Comes a raging adult ghost. More than one possibly.

I especially like the idea of Skulker and his missle launcher showing up, being the third ever recorded humanoid ghost, and absolutely steamrolling Plasimus who is not a Halfa as in halfway point like Danny is so loved by the Waste ghosts for being. But rather just half a ghost, a human with a funky little boon.

Now as Skulker has the time of his afterlife chasing Vlad and the Vultures, lets have say Lunch Lady slip out of Danny's portal, maybe one of the more teenagery ghosts too.

Anyways, instant fussing. Danny relaxes enough to stop being a portal to hell and the humans are very careful in approaching them all. What with the older ghost's yelling at the aggressors to leave the baby alone. Skulker is dramatic, and likes embarrassing the whelp.

After this point things beginning to resemble canon more, only the humans have a natural non-guessing gauge of hostility for the ghosts in town.

They figure out pretty fast that the physical portal and Nebula portal only let through friendlies. (Not entirely true but they don't know that.) And the threats, well lets just say Nebula is never caught off guard in his own territory again. He becomes ruthless.

Meanwhile, Danny Fenton has friends both dead and alive helping him fight a guerrilla war against madmen. He sits in class undisturbed even as he tracks the startbursts he knows are his friends protecting him and everyone else untill he's free. He huddles in the attic crawlspace filling out data sheets and pin boards as his girlfriend and best friends scour government documents.

Nebula sits in the portal, toxic light cascading like water around him, watching his parents and GIW agents work in the FentonWorks lab.

He always gives good greetings to those who offer, and when asked he whispers secrets of the universe he's learned from the source over the radio.

The scientists for get to ask for his sources, but when they do they are always both awed and terrified of the sources.

Things go well. And things as always progress.

Link to Doodle I did that actually drove me writing all this.

#my chaos #my stuff #my writing #danny phantom #portal! danny au #nebula au #headcannons #dpxdc #crossover possibilities #i picture like jl involvement and it being like people trying to charging willy nilly and being road blocked by the natives #danny fenton #good parents jack and maddie #good scientists jack and maddie #good scientists GIW

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WELCOME HOME THEORY 2: The Theory Strikes Back

Good evening, gentlemen, gentleladies, and gentlethems,

Or Good night

Or even good morning,

Whenever you are, I humbly come to you all with another theory.

This time, its our favorite morally questionable sentient house, Home!

So strap in, buckle up, cause I have STUFF TO SAY.

THIS WILL BE VERY LONG AND IT WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE UPDATE!!

Alright, so to begin, what the HECK is going on with Home?

They are one of the most mysterious characters in Welcome Home, we don't know much if not anything at all. And what we do know... wellllll......

Yeah definitely not menacing at all.....

The only thing that we do know of Home is well… ^ This and the fact that it and Wally are sentient.

Ok, let’s backtrack. HOMES SENTIENT???

Yep! While it was implied in the first update that it was aware of us, this handy-dandy audio clip confirms that Home (like Wally) is aware of “You” (Whoever this “You” person may be. Either literally us or the Question Answerer).

Now, what exactly Home is saying is still up for debate. Some say that it’s “Help Me” while others say it’s “Hello”. (It’s incredibly hard to know what’s exactly dots and dashes with Homes banging) but one thing is for sure, Home is communicating with us.

“AHHHH HOW SCARY! THE CREEPY DEMON HOUSE IS GONNA KILL US” D:

And that’s where you’re wrong, dear viewer. While Home is clearly morally dubious and incredibly suspicious, like Wally, I don’t think it’s necessarily evil.

Take for instance this link right here. It’s an honestly cute lil audio of Wally singing to Home. But while that is adorable, it’s the ending that I really wanna focus on.

Wally: …Do you like it? Home: *Creaks* (it’s Morse code again! Spells out IDO) Wally: Thats good… I think…

Ok why did I bring this old little clip up? Oh ya know… no reason… OTHER THAN THE FACT THAT WALLY CAN’T UNDERSTAND HOME ANYMORE!!!

Ok, I know whatcha thinkin’ “Why not anymore?”

Take a listen at another audio clip, this time it’s a secret one!!

The clip is about Barnaby and Home having a conversation with one another! But if you listen real closely… Home is not speaking in Morse code! It’s their own lil Home language, still consisting of creaks and bangs… yet Barnaby doesn’t seem to have any trouble understanding Home.

So how come Wally can’t understand Home and yet Barnaby can?

It’s because Wally’s sentient now. He’s getting more real. More human. Cartoon logic does not apply to Wally anymore! To us, Home is speaking in gibberish! Since it’s gibberish to us, then it’s gibberish to Wally!

And Home knows that, so it does the next best thing and tries using another language to hopefully communicate better. Now that I’m listening to the first audio clip again (so-below), it makes sense why Home is “speaking” slowly. It’s not used to communicating that way. It’s hard to tell their dots from their dashes, their bangs from their creaks, and it’s pauses are sometimes too long and too short at the same time! In a weird way, Home kinda has an accent when speaking in Morse code.

It’s kinda sweet just how hard Home is trying to communicate with Wally and us. Makes ya forget that Home has a weird portal and a flesh heart inside of them.

“WAIT WHAT?!?” (<- That’s you)

Yeah, remember when I said the more sentient something gets the more “real” they get?

Yeah, it’s also been happening with Home too. Go on any doodle audio file, and you can hear assumably Home’s heart beating away. You can hear it very clearly in this audio right here! I doubt the Playfellow Workshop made Home with a literal BEATING heart, but hey, Home is where the heart is I guess…

And now, the portal thing.

“Since when did Welcome Home ever had a portal??”

Oh since the very beginning actually!

First updated “portal” picture

Many people (including yours truly) theorized that this swirly spiral was a portal to the real world. It seems that we have more evidence to support this theory too!

First updated portal (shown left) and second updated portal (shown right)

Hey…. Wait a second…. Is it just me or it the portal getting…. Bigger?

The first update it was small, even the black goo wasn’t as bad… on the second picture, the spiral is INCREDIBLY large, and now the goo is coating the trees.

Well, isn’t that ominous.

"But wait. If Home has a portal... where is this portal even going?"

Both portals have the same black goo surrounding it, the same white eye in the center and the same swirl.

It's going to the Restoration team. And look at where the portal is placed. It's on the ceiling. "As above"

and the one in Welcome Home is "So below"

So perhaps the portal in Home is on the floor... This CANNOT be a coincidence I swear!!

With weird goo covering everything. And like, thats not all!

If you compare the items that the Restoration team uploaded onto the site in the first update and on the second update, you'll notice that the items have grown significantly larger.

At first, it was just envelopes with paper crammed inside of it. As if the person was trying to cram in as much information as possible. It isn't neat.

About us page: All of the paper materials tucked away inside the envelopes we have received are usually crammed together and covered in paint and ink.

Now, in the second update, the items have grown larger.

These items are much larger than mail, and I believe it also has something to do with how much bigger the portal has gotten.

Pretty soon, we might have full-grown puppets jumping in. But now that begs the question... Why is Home doing this?

Well, I think it's because Home really wants to help Wally.

As you inspect the website, there's a bunch of evidence that Wally is growing increasingly desperate for some other kind of sentient connection. It's been growing so much that it starts to get worrying...

Let's go back to the conversation between Home and Barnaby, notice anything weird? Not really? Well, I noticed that every bug audio file was in the perspective of Wally. Here, Wally is just staring at his half-finished painting, even Barnaby comments on this and finds it odd that Wally stopped painting.

It looks to me that Wally was dissociating. There, but not really there. He's been disconnected from reality because it feels unreal to him.

And Home sees that. As soon as the conversation turns to Wally, Home goes dead silent. When Wally still does not respond, Home releases a series of quick creaks and bangs to try and get Wally's attention. It doesn't work. Once Barnaby says Wally's name, it snaps him out of his dissociative state.

And Home is worried about Wally.

It gives a whole new look to the infamous "so-below" image.

Home isn't looking at Wally, it's looking straight at us. Eyes shaking as Wally seems like he's begging. Home doesn't look malicious here, Home looks like it's begging us to do something to calm Wally down because it physically can't anymore.

Home and Wally don't have a lot, if not any facial expressions at all. And shaky eyes in cartoons are a good indicator that someone is scared.

And if Home (in this link) is saying "Help Me", then no wonder! Heck, even the freaking disk is shaking!

Home is reaching out to us for help because it can't comfort Wally anymore and I don't know about you but that is SAD.

Two puppets that recently gained sentience can't even get the comfort out of each other because they can't communicate anymore :(

So, all Home can do is wait and watch Wally.

And if help won't come to you, well, having a handy-dandy portal is very helpful!

You can go to the help instead.

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If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 56 | Part 57 | Part 58

They get out of the Upside Down no problem; it’s a short trek back to the portal, a quick hop through, and soon they’re all stumbling back into the Harrington house.

Steve immediately makes his way to El, who’s in the living room, and scoops her up into a hug. “You did it!” He cheers. “I’m so proud of you, Ellie,” he continues, whispering to her.

“Thank you,” she whispers back, letting her eyes slip shut. “Can I sleep now?”

“Of course you can,” he murmurs, shifting to pick her up. “I’ll bring you up to bed, m’kay?”

She yawns big enough he fears for her jaw. “Your bed?”

“Sure thing, Ellie. Sleep as long as you want, m’kay?”

“M’kay,” she murmurs, letting her head loll back onto his shoulder. He smiles, kisses her forehead, and stands. He smiles wider when he notices her smile.

Eddie appears in front of him, wide-eyed. “She okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve smiles. “Just tired. I’m gonna put her in my room. Wanna help round up the rugrats and figure out food?”

Eddie bites his lip. “About that. Joyce is taking hers home, Nancy’s taking Mike, and Dustin and Lucas have already called their parents for rides. I think Hopper dipped the second he was able.”

Steve snorts. “Sounds about right. You wanna head home too, I guess?”

Eddie shrugs, a smile playing on his lips as he gestures towards Steve’s room, beginning to walk with him. “I could. But I’ll have more time with Wayne. I’m not sure about you.” His smile falls. “Another thing we haven’t talked about, I guess. And I don’t know if we’ll have time. Maybe after, I don’t know. But I’ve got time with you now, I guess is what I’m trying to say?” He hides behind a piece of hair.

Steve glances down at El, confirming she’s still asleep, then pecks Eddie’s cheek. “I’d like you to stay,” he murmurs. “If you want to.”

Eddie’s eyes crinkle. “I’ll go tell Wayne.”

He leaves, and Steve continues the walk upstairs. “Steve?” A small voice asks, and he looks down.

“Yeah, Ellie?”

“You and Eddie are good together, I think.”

He smiles at her. “I’d like to think so, too.”

He tucks her in and finds Robin waiting outside his door. “Hey.” He smiles and tucks her under his arm. “What’s up?”

She looks up at him. “It’s really over?”

He sighs, looks away, runs a hand through his hair. “I mean. I hope so? Vecna’s gone at least. And I’ll tell Alli to make me apply to Scoops if the mall gets built, if that helps. If we’re not friends in this time when we go back to our time. Damn, this is confusing.” He sighs again. “I dunno, Robbie. But I really think it is over.”

Robin hums, leans into him. “I hope so.” She sighs too. “It just feels like we’re waiting for the next shoe to drop.”

“I know.” He turns, pulls her into a real hug. “Wanna stay over?”

“Is Eddie gonna?”

“I can send him home. You take precedence here.”

She gives him a small smile. “Love you, Dingus.”

“Love you too, Robbie.” He squeezes her. “What about it? You, me, rocky road ice cream?”

She chuckles. “How about a big sleepover? The three of us?”

“Or maybe the four of us?” Allison pokes her head around the corner, teasing smile in place. “Or am I not cool enough to hang out with you?”

Steve chuckles. “You’re cooler than I am, Alli. Of course you can join.” He suddenly points at both of them. “But I want no joking or whispering if Eddie and I do anything, alright?”

Robin gasps. “But Steve! What about my delicate lesbian sensibilities?”

Steve rolls. “You’re raunchier than I am, Robs.”

She snorts inelegantly. “Yeah, alright. Just nothing too PG-13-rated, okay?”

Steve turns pleading eyes on his sister. “Alli?”

She narrows her eyes at him. “We won’t say anything about kissing with no tongue. Anything else is fair game.”

“I wouldn’t do anything else with you in the room,” he retorts, then sticks a hand out. “Shake on it.”

She smirks. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

Steve makes a face and wipes his hand on his pants. “Don’t make me sound like Dad!”

Allison cackles. “Your face! Oh my god, that was great.” She ruffles his hair. “We won’t say anything as long as it’s just a little kiss, alright?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “And if we end up talking about us? About what we’re doing?”

Allison tilts her head. “Would you want us there? As a sounding board?”

Steve shrugs helplessly. “Kinda? But I feel like this is something we should do on our own, too.”

Allison exchanges a look with Robin. “I think it’s time to teach you the ways of being a woman, Steve. We share everything with each other. Especially this stuff. It can be really helpful to have a sounding board.”

Steve eyes her. “Even if you’re biased?”

“We’ll do our best to stay unbiased,” Robin promises. “Deal?”

He grins and squeezes her again. “Deal.”

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How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 10

A/N: Thank you for your patience as I got wrapped up writing everything but this. I knew this chapter would be a tough one, so I kept putting it off. But I hope you all enjoy it. If you haven't been paying attention, this is the soulmate/time travel AU between Elvis and a fem!reader. It's still 2016/1966.

Need to catch up? Here is my Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (m receiving) masturbation, use of sex toys, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, and angst.

Word count: ~3.5k

"Yes."

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You've taken a short leave of absence from work because of everything you've been going through, so you get to spend the next few weeks just having fun with Elvis.

And that's exactly what you do. It drives him crazy that all his money is back in 1966 and he can't buy you a ring, but otherwise you're very happy together. Luckily, your job pays well, so you don't have to worry about that much. You offer to buy your own ring, but he refuses to let that happen. Instead, he gives you his watch to wear and insists he's going to get a job.

"I think I'd like to apply for the police academy." He says shyly over dinner one night.

"That sounds like a great idea! We need to find a way to get you a social security card, though. We can't use anything that says you were born in 1935."

"I didn't even think about that."

"It's okay. I have a former client that might be able to help us."

And sure enough, knowing criminals pays off. You manage to get a birth certificate that says he was born in '85 and use that to get him the rest of his credentials. Everything is going well when you go back to work. He gets a short-term job at Guitar Center just for something to do before he applies for the academy. Secretly, he loves it. He learns a lot from the kids he works with and before too long he's an expert in everything in the store. It's strange to admit it, but he's enjoying just being "John" and not having to be Elvis Presley.

One day, he looks in the mirror and almost has a heart attack. You come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist.

"What is it, babe?"

"My hair. It's growing out. And turning light again." You can tell this bothers him. And that he refuses to acknowledge the grays that are mixed in.

"Well, get it cut. We do still have barber shops in 2016."

"I will. But the color..."

"I'll dye it." He looks at you curiously.

"You can do that?"

"Of course. I've done my own before. Black is easy." You shrug and he smiles.

Next thing you know, he's sitting on a chair in the bathroom with a towel around his neck and you're wearing gloves and squirting black hair dye onto his head. Keeping him still is damn near impossible and you wonder how he managed this in the '60s. When you reach the point where he's just waiting, you have to read to him to keep him from flipping hair dye all around the bathroom. He sits still when you produce a philosophy book that was written in the last fifteen years. When the timer goes off, he wants you to keep reading, but you'll have to come back to it later. You rinse his hair and put him in the shower and he makes you get in too. It doesn't take long for him to enter you from behind and fuck you silly in the shower. You ignore yet another portal and dry his hair with the blow dryer. He looks in the mirror to inspect your work.

"Not bad, honey. Thanks."

"You're welcome." You reach up and tussle his hair since it doesn't have anything in it yet. He grabs you and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you to your bedroom.

This is what it's like when you're together. Everything is foreplay and you live for the moments you spend with each other. Now, you have your fair share of little arguments, but it's never something that you can't overcome and talk your way through. In fact, you talk a lot, all the time, and that's what keeps you together. There are no secrets and everything is a conversation. This is out of character for both of you, but something about your relationship brings out the best in both of you and you thrive as a couple. Even the boring days are happy for you.

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"Babe, can you grab my phone charger? It's on my nightstand." You ask Elvis as he's coming back from the bathroom to the couch one afternoon.

"Sure, hon. What does it look like?" He calls from the bedroom. You stifle a laugh. Of course he wouldn't know. Sometimes you forget he's out of place here in 2016.

"It's like a long cord with a little box on the end that plugs into the wall." After a few minutes you start to think he's having trouble finding it, so you decide to help. You get up and walk into the bedroom. He's standing there in front of your nightstand with the top drawer open.

"You okay?" You ask tentatively.

"Yeah, I just. Honey, what are these?" He gestures to the things inside the drawer and you blush.

"Oh, um, those are... toys... but not for kids..." You walk up next to him and look at your collection of vibrators and dildos in the drawer.

"Toys?" He looks at you with an intrigued look on his face.

"Yeah. For... well, for sex." His eyes go wide and he looks back at the contents of the drawer. Then, he looks back at you with a look somewhere between sheepish and mischievous.

"How do they work?"

"Well..." You take them out and lay all four of them in a line on the bed. "This one is just a vibrator. It vibrates and you put it on the clit. This one is too, but it also goes inside." You continue down the line describing each toy and he nods along like a good little student. When you get to the rabbit, his eyes go even wider.

"What is that?"

"This is called a rabbit." You turn it on so he can see how it moves.

"Whoa."

"Yeah. The bunny ears go on your clit and vibrate and this part-" You point to the dildo part.

"I think I know where that part goes." He chuckles and you laugh a little too. You turn the rabbit off and put it back on the bed, waiting for him to say something.

"Why do you have so many?"

"Babe, I'm a woman in the 21st century. I have needs."

"Oh!" He laughs and blushes slightly.

"And honestly, this is a pretty modest collec-"

"Can we try one?" He interrupts you and you look up at him to find his eyes sparkling with curiosity and something else entirely.

"You want to try one?" He bites his bottom lip and looks at the toys and then back at you.

"Yeah. Can we?"

"We can do whatever you want, babe."

"Then actually I wanna try two." You suppress a smile. He's so excited and it's cute when he's like this.

"Which two?" He grabs the first vibrator and then hesitates.

"Fuck it. I'm curious." He grabs the rabbit and you put the other two back in the drawer. You lay down on the bed and he undresses you carefully. When you go to take his shirt off, though, he stops you.

"Oh no, honey, I just wanna play with you."

"Ohhhh." You lay back on the bed and he finishes taking the rest of your clothes off. Once he's got you completely naked, he runs his hand from the middle of your chest down to your center.

"Are you excited for this baby? You're already wet for me."

"I am." You answer breathily as he slides a finger inside you. He hands you the vibrator.

"Show me how you use this one." You click it on to the speed that you like and then place it gently on your sensitive bud. Immediately, you throw your head back and moan.

"Wow." He says quietly under his breath.

"Mmmm." You can't make words with the intensity of the pleasure that's rushing through you. He continues to push his one finger in and out of you as you move the vibrator around on your clit and he watches in awe. When you come, hard, he looks up at you, surprised.

"Already?!" You feel yourself pulse around his finger as the orgasm washes over you, bathing you in exquisite pleasure. When you come back down, you pull the vibrator away and look down at him.

"Yeah. It happens fast."

"Can you do it again?"

"I can do it over and over as much as I want, really."

"Okay, this is my favorite thing from 2016." He grabs the vibrator and looks at it. Then, he turns it on and puts it back on you. After 3 more orgasms, you have to beg him to stop because you're so sensitive.

"I need a break, baby." You put your hand in his hair and try to gently pull him up to lay next to you on the bed, but he resists.

"I haven't even tried this one yet." He holds up the rabbit and you whimper. "You can do it, honey, show me how this one works for you."

You take the rabbit and slowly push it inside you. Then, you arrange the ears to be just where they need to be on your clit. You whimper again and he pushes the button to turn it on.

"Oh FUCK." You say it loudly and slam your hand on the bed and he laughs. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

He laughs again and starts to slowly move the rabbit in and out of you, mimicking what he would do with his cock. You come again, harder than you ever have, and try to pull back away from him and off of the rabbit, but he follows you and keeps pushing it in and out of you. By this point your whole body is shaking and covered in sweat. You know what's coming and you have to stop him before it happens.

"No no no! FUCK." You scream and pull the rabbit out as you come again, but this time when you pull the dildo out, you also squirt everywhere. And because of his position between your legs, his whole chest gets soaked. This is what you were trying to avoid. "OH MY GOD."

This might be the most embarrassed you've ever been, so you try to back away from him and curl into a ball, but Elvis just busts out laughing. He does the biggest laugh he's done since you've been together and rolls over on his back unable to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry." You cover your face with your hands and wish you could just disappear.

"You told me to stop and I didn't! I got what I deserved!" He continues laughing his big-joy laugh and then sits up, pulling his shirt up and over his head. Thats when he notices you trying to sink into the pillows. "Aw, honey, come here. You don't need to be embarrassed. C'mere."

He crawls over to you and wraps you in his arms, pressing his bare skin against yours.

"You knew that was going to happen, didn't you?" You nod.

"Yeah, that's not the first time I've done it."

"You know, I've heard about it but I kinda always thought it was just an urban legend. I've never seen it myself until now. Looks like I was wrong!" He laughs again and you can't help but start to laugh with him. You relax in his arms and both of you lay there laughing together.

After a few minutes, he rolls into you and presses his erection into your thigh.

"Oh, no, you wore me out. You're gonna have to take care of that yourself." He whimpers and pouts, sticking out his bottom lip.

"Will ya just talk to me at least? And stay naked so I can look at ya."

"That I can do." He rolls onto his back and pulls his pants off so that he's naked too. He wraps his left hand around his cock and starts to stroke himself, gently moving his foreskin back and forth.

"Mmm. Talk to me baby." You roll over on your side and he looks down at your body as he pumps his dick.

"Imagine that I'm sucking your cock. I'm doing that thing you love where I pull the whole thing in my mouth and you hit the back of my throat."

"Mmm yes, baby, that's so good."

"And now I'm holding you back and licking a slow circle around the tip." When you say this, he rubs his thumb over the head of his cock and groans.

"What else, baby?"

"Now I'm gonna climb on top of you and fuck you with my tight little pussy."

"Goddamn, baby, you know I love your pussy." He closes his eyes and continues stroking his cock, picking up speed.

"I'm sliding up and down on top of you, taking you so deep, bouncing on you just like you like."

"Yes, fuck baby, mmmm."

"You like it when I lean against your chest and let you fuck me so hard from underneath?"

"God, yes, baby, I fuckin' love that. I'm gonna come." At the last second, you crawl between his legs and pull his cock into your mouth. "OH FUCK YES BABY!"

He comes hard into your throat and you suck it down, swallowing every last drop. You keep bouncing your mouth on him as he softens and he laughs and grabs your hair.

"Stop, baby, it's too sensitive!" You keep sucking him and he does a little scream. Finally, you pull off and look up at him.

"Oh, is it too much? You want me to stop?"

"Yes! Yes! Okay, you made your point!" He grabs you and pulls you into his arms and then rolls over, pinning you on the bed as you both laugh again. He starts peppering your face with kisses as you giggle.

"I love you, y/n." He stops and looks into your eyes, moving so that you're no longer pinned.

"I love you too, Elvis." He caresses the side of your face and then runs his thumb across your lips.

"I'm so glad I'm here."

"Me too." He pulls you to his chest and you lay there together, naked and wrapped in each other, both of you content to stay this way for the rest of your lives.

******

In May, Elvis has saved enough to buy you a perfectly respectable engagement ring. He assures you that you'd have at least 10 carats in 1966, but you love your 1/2 carat solitaire because you know how hard he worked for it.

By June, you're both tired of not being married, so you decide to load up and head to Vegas. At the airport, Elvis is totally perplexed by all the safety procedures to get on the plane. You sigh deeply and explain 9/11 to him. He's almost in tears by the end of your explanation and he's quiet for the first hour of the flight. Eventually, he comes to terms with the reality of what happened and he kisses you on the cheek and takes your hand.

"I'm excited to be your husband." He smiles and rubs small circles on the back of your hand. It reminds you of the time you went to breakfast in 2007 and the whole history of your relationship hits you like a ton of bricks. You haven't been together consistently, but you've been a part of each others' lives for almost ten years. And now you'll be together until the end. You sniffle and a single tear slides down your cheek.

"Honey, what's wrong?" He kisses the back of your hand.

"Nothing. I'm just so happy. I love you so much."

"I love you too, hon." The plane starts its descent and your heart flip flops with excitement that you'll be married to Elvis soon.

******

Your wedding is exactly what you'd expect from a Vegas chapel, but you're so in love that you don't care. All you see is each other.

That night, you get the honeymoon suite at a casino hotel and drink champagne and make love as many times as you can before you pass out in each other's arms. Overall, the whole experience will live forever in both of your memories as one of the best nights of your life.

The next day, you're laying on the couch in your suite enjoying room service and watching tv. You go to the bathroom and he flips the station to an entertainment news show. When you come back, he's absolutely enthralled and you look at the tv to see what it is.

It's Lisa Marie.

She's recently announced that she's getting a divorce, so she popped up in entertainment media again. You grab the remote and turn the tv off as fast as you can. Luckily, you catch it before they say too much.

"Who was that?"

"Who?"

"That woman. You know what I'm talking about. Her name is Presley. Who is she, y/n?"

"She's... she's your daughter." You know what her existence means for you. Your heart shatters into a thousand pieces and you wish more than anything that he hadn't seen her on tv.

"My daughter? How?"

"Elvis, you know how." He looks down at the floor and takes a deep breath. You slide onto the floor in front of him and put your hands on his knees. He looks into your eyes and you both start to cry.

"I have to leave."

"Please don't! God, Elvis, please don't leave me here without you." He closes his eyes and shakes his head.

"I have to. I'm her father. I have to be her father."

"No! Elvis, please!" You know you're begging now as the tears run down your cheeks.

"I have to go now."

"Now?! Why now?"

"If I don't go now, I won't go." You grab his hand and put it on your cheek.

"Then don't." He stands up and walks away from you.

"Damnit, y/n, please don't make this harder than it already is!" He picks up the tv remote and throws it against the wall as hard as he can. "Goddamnit!"

You sit on the carpet weeping and rocking back and forth. He looks at you on the floor, his tortured heart evident on his face. He walks over to you and scoops you into his arms, carrying you to the bed and holds you as you cry for an indeterminate amount of time.

When you finally calm down, he kisses your face down to your mouth. You pull away from him.

"You just want to make a portal."

He grabs your chin and makes you look into his eyes.

"Yes, I need a portal. But more than that, I want to make love to my wife. Because that's who you are. And I don't care who I marry that's that girl's mother. You are my wife and you always will be. In my heart, I am yours. Forever, honey. Forever." He kisses you again and you submit to him fully, letting him undress you as lovingly as possible. You hold him close to your body and kiss as much of his skin as you can reach. He pushes into you slowly and gently makes love to you with his head on your shoulder. By the end of it, you're both crying. He tries to push off his orgasm as long as possible, but eventually he has to give in. Both of your shoulders shake with sobs and you hold each other as close as you can for what you're pretty sure are your last moments together. The portal appears like it always does and he drags himself away from you to get dressed. Once he has all his clothes on, he grabs you and holds you so tightly it almost hurts. He whispers in your ear.

"Never forget that I belong to you, always. Know that for the rest of my life, I will love you and I will miss you." He presses his forehead to yours and kisses your lips one last time. "You are and always will be the love of my life. Goodbye, honey. I love you."

He walks away from you towards the portal, not letting go of your hand until the last possible second. He looks back at you one last time and then goes through the portal. You fall to the floor and sob out loud. When the portal disappears, you scream, "No!"

He's really gone. And now that he knows about Lisa, he's never coming back.

******

Three weeks later, you're back home. You sit in your bathroom and laugh hysterically. It's all you can do to keep from breaking down completely. You look down at it in your hand again.

It's positive.

You don't know how, but it is.

Somehow, you're pregnant with the child of Elvis Presley.

******

Come back for Chapter 11 soon!

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djmorn · 3 months

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God that wing care was so good. I love this warlock Tav scenario. I hope you write more of them in the future. Thank you for your work!

Thank you kindly, dear anon, and everyone else for your sweet responses to the ‘Wing Care’ bit.

You know, you are the second person to suggest a continuation of this and when writing it I honestly did not even think that there could be more to this little ficlet but I am very willing to provide. Thanks for the inspiration and giving me opportunity to return to these two yet again.

So here is a part deux for you all who enjoyed the first one. I hope this will serve your ‘pampering the devil’ needs once more.

You arrived home satisfied at a job fulfilled. And fulfilled quite well you might add, granting you the opportunity in feeling pride at your skill as a warlock and an excellent debt collector, the bane of negligent contractors. Raphael was lucky to have taken you under his wing. You smiled at the memory of your meeting in the Devil’s Den. The fiend had been obviously pleased at you taking care of his… damaged goods. It was easy to tell by the way he had been so eager to quickly fill you in on your assignment, the intended reason of his visit.

Now that that had been dealt with you could finally indulge in some relaxation of your own and let yourself fall onto your bed, legs dangling down by the side since you still had your boots on. You shifted to untie the laces when suddenly your gaze fell upon your desk at the edge of your chambers. On it you could spy a parchment and something that looked like a small vial that had not been there when you’d left this morning.

With a sigh you got up again, unable to quench your curiosity. Upon closer inspection you immediately recognised your master’s elegant scrawl:

I HOPE your assignment went well and that my unfortunate debtor has been dealt with accordingly and as I should expect of a warlock in my services. It just so happens that I require them again. As soon as possible. Be sure to bring the vial with you.

See you soon

You squint your eyes at the letter. What could Raphael possibly want now? He did have other warlocks at his disposal, why yet again pester you with more work? After you handling his bruised wings with such care you at least expected him to be a bit more negligent with you with any further missions.

Returning the parchment to your desk again you took a closer look at that vial. Turning it around in your hands you spied a small label attached to the glass. Your Infernal could still use some work but you were sure the text read ‘massage oil’.

The portal took you straight to the House of Hope. Raphael was already awaiting you in the entrance hall.

‘Ah. My dutiful little warlock. How considerate of you to aid my call so soon.’ He spread his hands out wide in welcome. As well as his wings.

You were delighted to see they had returned to their former glory. By the Nine, did the devil heal up fast. Even for a cambion.

As usual you bowed to him respectfully. ‘When my master beckons I answer.’

‘And how wise of you to do so,’ he said. ‘I presume our heedless and pitiful customer has been taken care of?’

‘Just as you wished, Raphael. Yet another poor unfortunate soul added to your gory collection.’

He beamed at you. ‘Good. All the better to move on to your next task with haste. How is your Infernal these days?’

‘Well enough to have read the label on this.’ You held up the vial containing the oil. ‘Although the meaning behind it still escapes me.’

The devil threw you a conspiratorial smirk. ‘Be a good little mouse and make a clever guess.’

‘Well, this is far from the ointment I applied to your wings the other day. And I can see they are bereft of any fissures tonight. Do you want me to force this down some other contractor’s throat to leave them unable to escape a terrible curse of their bowels?’

Raphael chuckled. ‘No, you silly goose,’ he said with amusement. ‘By your enthralling display of care in Sharess’ Caress I’ve come to the realisation that I have been quite negligent of my own comfort and welfare lately. I don’t allow myself to indulge myself as often as I should. After all, you do want your sweet master to stay healthy and vigorous to take care of you, don’t you?’ And he tilted his head questioningly.

‘So,’ you began carefully. ‘You want me to do what now? Do it again but this time make it a proper massage?’

Now Raphael frowned at you and you could feel yourself tensing up at your patron’s patience wearing thin. ‘Is that not far better than sending you out through the mud and undergrowth of a stinking swamp? You should know that the next debtor on my list is quite the hermit.’ He examined his nails languidly. ‘But I guess if the prospect of spending time with me – taking care of your master is such trouble I might as well draft you a map of his abode in just a minute.’

You quickly threw your hands up in defense. ‘No, no, no,’ you said, throwing him a disarming smile. ‘I apologise, Raphael. It’s no trouble at all. I’m just surprised is all.’

His eyes roamed over you, still sparkling with skepticism. ‘Mhmm. All right. Then follow me.’

Raphael led you to his boudoir. You had never been invited inside. Before you unveiled the most lavish bed chambers one could imagine. The middle of the enormous room hosted a steaming bath which the devil approached. Quite obviously he wanted to take the same approach as last time, sitting down together at the edge of the pool while you would work your magic on his wings. Confidently you followed the steps of your patron but came to a sudden stop when he went to remove his belt. With a snap of his fingers his doublet and shirt followed suit. And so it was that the devil you had sworn your loyalty to stood right in front of you, upper body laid bare for you to worship.

‘I figured since you don’t have any fissures and bruises that need taking care of tonight I might offer you some more playroom.’

How very kind of him.

Raphael sat down and pat the space next to him. You heeded his unspoken instruction.

‘Well,’ he said. ‘Do you have everything you need?’

‘Um, yes,’ you said. ‘Only… Where… Where would you like me to start?’

‘Oh, I find myself to be just a little tense in the neck and shoulders. Why don’t you start there and work your way further down, hmm, little mouse?’

‘All right.’ You removed the cork from the vial he’d left you and poured a good bit of the liquid onto your hand, then put the container carefully aside, mindful to not knock it right into the water next to you. Smearing your hands thoroughly with the oil you began to wonder at this admittedly ridiculous situation you had found yourself in. Taking care of your master’s wounds had been an act made out of duty, and Raphael had been so opposed to the idea when you had first suggested it that it now seemed almost dubious of him wanting to return to this scenario again, and so soon at that.

Oh, well. The whims of the infernal, you thought to yourself, then put your hands to your master’s back.

You hadn’t thought it possible but Raphael’s shoulders were indeed quite tense. The way he always carried such an air of confidence about him there had not been a doubt in your mind that his limbs would be more slackened. How he continued to prove you wrong tonight.

Oil coated hands brushed over his warm skin and you let your fingers dig into the parts from where his strong shoulders protruded, massaging him in a way that was a blend of firm and gentle. The sigh coming from the cambion told you it was the perfected mixture.

‘Yes,’ he said, encouraging you on. ‘That feels good. Don’t stop with the shoulder just yet.’

Continuing your attention at his desired spot you could not help but ask: ‘Say, Raphael. I am quite flattered that you would invite me to… do this for you, but I cannot help but wonder why. Why me?’

Of course you knew about his incubus. Raphael knew that you knew. ‘Haarlep is not nearly as talented in the arts of pleasure as they’d have you believe. No, anything that goes beyond one’s carnal needs is out of their expertise. Big hands and claws? No, thank you. This is much better.’

You beamed when Raphael practically purred as your palm found its way towards the back of his neck, rubbing it with care. The oil was dripping and you were in need of replenishment but barely dared to remove your hands from him. Truth be told – with Raphael nothing short from a moaning mess, this massage had turned into quite the sensual ordeal.

‘I’m gonna need some more lotion,’ you said apologetically. ‘Your skin is so warm it pretty much turns the oil into thin air.’

The devil said nothing, patiently waiting for you to reapply the liquid to your loving palms and continue. When you put your hands back onto your master an odd little smile flitted across your lips, satisfied at having him so pliant under your touch.

‘There is nothing that could make me keep you from doing whatever that magic is.’

You bit your tongue wanting to tell him this is what the dirty mortals he thought so beneath him called basic affection, not wanting to risk an outburst of temper and saddened at the thought that he truly just might be unaware.

Finally you moved onto the base of his wings, lovingly curling your thumbs around them, then moving over to massage the joints of his left wing once more.

‘It is incredible how well you’ve healed up. There’s not a bruise to be seen.’

‘My dear, us devils do have a knack for this kind of stuff, you know?’ He paused. ‘Although, I do believe I also have you to thank for it. In parts, of course.’

You thought back on the battles of his youth he’d told you about and wondered if there had been someone there for him too. Taking care of him. This time you dared to breathe your musings to him: ‘Has anyone else done this for you before?’

Raphael was silent again, and for a moment you thought he would simply refuse to answer. Then he gave away a quiet ‘No,’ quickly followed by ‘Just be careful with the skin there, yes? It is a little sensitive still.’

With the tips of your nails you gently caressed the membrane. The wing twitched. But this time not from pain. Maybe Raphael was a bit ticklish?

‘Where did you learn all this?’

‘Well, I have given massages before, you know? Never to someone with wings, mind you. I’m just doing what I think would feel nice.’

‘It does,’ Raphael said. ‘It does feel nice.’

You smiled to yourself again, proud that you could lend him your services as more than a warlock. As you moved on to his right wing you could feel something wrap around your ankle. It was his tail! Holding you tight. Was this something that happened unconsciously with devils? You could not imagine your patron showing his appreciation for your ministrations like that.

Deciding to give it no further thought because you could feel your cheeks blushing you poured out the rest of the massage oil into your palms and went to rub it all over Raphael’s back, eliciting the most delightful groan from your devil. You went on stroking, caressing, and kneading his skin until your hands were all but dry, then you finally removed them from him.

‘Well,’ you said. ‘I guess that’s the rest of the oil.’

The cambion quickly removed his tail from your ankle as if awakening from a strange dream and turned towards you. ‘I’ll make sure to get a bigger bottle next time.’

He drew his hand closer to your face, and lightly brushed his claw along your jaw. ‘Thank you, little mouse. If you should ever find yourself tensed up yourself I might be generous enough to return the favour.’

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actually-3kidsinatrenchcoat · 8 months

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Princess Treatment | Miguel O'hara x chubby!Reader

Miguel really knows how to relieve your stress 💕

18+ SEXUAL CONTENT | CW: Oral s*x (v + breast/nip), mentions of biting and bruising (hickies), body worship, (positive)talk of larger bodies, she/her pronouns, verrryyyy fluffy smut, slight Dom!Miguel.

Based on Miguel O'Hara x Chubby Woman Headcanons 💕

You’ve been putting in overtime at the spider society. Just as you’re about to leave, there’s always another anomaly popping up in some unhinged dimension. You’d think being the lover of the creator and leader of the spider society would get you some perks on the job, but far from it. In fact, he's put you on more missions than ever. You really can't tell if he just believes in your competency or is brooding and wants to be away from you.

After returning from a particularly stressful mission, something involving a rogue Goblin and a police station, your mind is a blur. Nearly dragging yourself into Miguel's floating work room, you find the nearest cold metal chair. Slumping into it and finally removing your mask, you release a long drawn out sigh.

Miguel was very aware of your current state and chuckled to himself upon hearing you enter the room. He knows he's been working you to the bone lately, but it's only because he respects your work ethic, especially since becoming official with you.

"Mi vida, how was the mission?" He asks as he saunters over to your exhausted body. You can barely lift your head to shoot him the dirtiest look you can muster before resting it back onto the chair. "According to Jess, you've been doing very well." You scoff and finally look up to him as he now stands just behind the chair.

"Well, I'm glad she thinks so," you grunt, half sarcastically. He leans down to kiss your forehead, a gesture you've come to recognize as one of his favorites. Before he can make contact, you lift your gloved hand to cover his mouth. "Hon, you really don't want to do that right now. I am drenched in sweat."

"Fair point. Why don't you head home and rinse off?" Miguel says as he moves to face you. He holds out his hand for you to use as leverage to pry your melted body off the chair. You take it and use what feels like the last bit of energy you have to pull yourself up.

"Thank you, Mig," you smile at him tiredly before tapping at your watch to open the portal back to your dimension. Before stepping through, you turn back to him and ask, "When do you want me back?"

Miguel thinks for a moment, looking back up to his desk and tapping around on his watch. He looks back to you with a smirk that you can't quite place the meaning of. "Actually, I think I'll join you."

"What? Don't you have work to do?" He rarely takes impromptu leaves from office, so you're fully aware that this must be a scheme.

He starts walking toward you, never breaking eye contact. "L.Y.L.A., make sure Jess knows I'll be taking the rest of the day off." Finally at your side, he wraps his arm around your waist, giving your hip a little squeeze. "Tonight, you're getting the princess treatment." At this point, you're far too tired to press for more information, so you just step through the portal with Miguel at your side.

The next couple hours are filled with Miguel dotting over you. He draws you a bath with your favorite bath salts and a couple of candles set around your bathroom. He sits by the side of the tub, massaging your aching shoulders and scalp as he helps to shampoo your hair. After your bath, he makes sure to help with your skin and hair care routine that he had quietly memorized from the many nights he's spent with you.

Of course, he has to help you apply lotion to your delicate skin. Initially you protest, "Miguel, you've done enough. I can take care of this, okay?"

He smiles at you and chuckles as you sit in front of him, on the edge of your bed. "Let me pamper you, mi reina. You've done so much lately, let me take your stress away." You relent and allow him to start.

Initially, Miguel seems to be intent on truly making sure your skin is adequately moisturized, having you sit on his lap, your back to his chest. He takes his time to rub the sweet smelling cream into your arms, working his large hands over your smooth skin. Doing the same with your upper back and shoulders, taking his time at your back rolls to caress the skin and examine it lovingly.

Although, once he gets to the point where your shoulders meet your neck, he leans down to kiss the delicate skin. You hear him inhaling deeply, taking in your scent. "Ah, Miguel..." you sigh. He shushes you and continues on.

Once he get's to your chest, his intentions become clear. His hands snake down to cover your breasts. He squeezes lightly, manipulating the flesh in his hands, You start to feel him hardening beneath you, the only thing separating you being his suit that he still hasn't bothered to remove.

Again, he kisses your neck, a bit more aggressively now. Slowly, you feel him start to rub over your peaked nipples. Gently pinching the buds between his fingers. You moan lowly, not expecting the pleasurable sensation.

"Suena hermosa," Miguel purrs into your neck. At this point, you've had enough, desperate to lock lips with him, you try to get up from his lap, bur his strong arms move to hold your hips in place. "Ah ah ahh," he coos, "I'm not done putting on your lotion." With a grunt of protest, you reluctantly allow Miguel to continue.

He quickly moves down to your belly, rubbing circles into your sides and lovingly nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He lingers for a while, allowing you to relax back into his chest and lace your fingers with his. It's moments like this that make you fall deeper in love with him.

"Eres perfecta, cariño," he mutters quietly. You giggle and turn your head just enough to place a kiss on his head. In response, he unlinks your hands and places his on your hips, signaling you to stand. Once up, he spins you around to pull you into his arms and kiss you deeply. You throw your arms around his neck and push your body into his, desperate to be as close with your lover as physically possible. He finally retracts his holo suit, revealing his warm brown skin and boxers, which hid a very obvious boner.

He shifts to lay you back on the bed, gently helping you down all while keeping your lips connected. He begins to kiss down your neck, stopping at a few points to suck and bite a few marks into your skin. Once he reaches your breasts, he captures one of your nipples in his mouth, sloppily kissing and sucking while rolling the other between his fingers.

By now you're already deathly aware of the heat pooling between your thighs, and Miguel is making it no better. After taking the time to attack both of your breasts with his skilled mouth and wonderful hands, he dips down to your tummy. He lovingly kisses a line down to your belly button while rubbing his hands along your sides and kneading the soft skin. You quietly sigh to yourself and tangle a hand in his hair, gently scratching his scalp in a silent 'thank you'.

After a time, Miguel slowly moves back up to your face. He butterfly kisses your forehead and cheeks before sitting up and smiling down at you. "What?" You ask, giggling at the sudden change from hunger and lust to loving and gentle.

He cups your cheek and rubs little circles into your cheek. "I know you're tired, Princesa. Let me make you feel good."

"God, yes please, Mig." That was all he needed. He quickly shifted down the bed and spread your legs. He kneels down and lifts your legs up to rest on his shoulders. He begins massaging your thighs and kissing up and down your calves, every now and then looking back to you to watch you squirm.

"Babe, please don't tease me," you whine moving your hands between your thighs. You use your fingers to gently part your slick lips, allowing the cold air of the room to hit your aching core. Miguel watches as your tight hole and clit throb around nothing, his dick straining harder against the fabric of his underwear.

"Mierda..." He groans, snaking his hands down your thighs and taking the place of your fingers. He gently rubs two of his fingers over your slit as he sinks down to face your pussy. He spreads you open again making sure to make piercing eye contact with you as he breathes cold air onto your heat, making you gasp and squirm and try to close your thighs. He chuckles and finally licks one long stripe up your cunt. Immediately, you shiver and moan at the contact.

"That's it, Princesa. Let me hear you," Miguel mumbles as he continues to swipe his tongue, collecting your leaking juices on his tongue. He resumes massaging your thighs as he finally buries his tongue in your hole, using his nose to add pressure to your clit. You nearly cry at the sudden increase in stimulus, instinctively lifting your hips to meet his mouth, which he responds to by placing his strong hand over your abdomen to push you back down into the bed.

You again move your hands to lace into his dark brown locks, using it as leverage to push his face deeper into your core. He takes this as an opportunity to move his mouth up to your clit, taking the pulsing mound into his mouth and gently sucking. A string of slurred curses and moans fall from your mouth as he begins to slide two of his large fingers into your pussy. Your inner walls tighten as he begins to slowly curl upwards into your most sensitive spot. The heat that had already been brewing in your stomach instantly grew into a raging fire as he continued to suck at your clit and pump his fingers.

"Please baby, p-please don't stop!" He chuckled at how desperate you sounded, sending vibrations into the little bundle of nerves he refused to remove his mouth from. You could feel yourself about to break as you greedily buck your hips into his face.

"Aww, are you getting close, cariño?" Miguel fully knew you could cum at any second, but hearing you admit it was half the fun.

"A-ahh yes! Please, can I c-cum?" Your free hand is gripping at the sheets below you, trying to focus on not releasing then and there. You know how much he likes when you ask permission first.

"Good girl, cum for me." That was all you needed, you almost screamed out in pleasure as you released all over his face. Your legs shook at either side of his head as you continued to spasm with the orgasmic wave that rolled down your body.

You finally begin to relax as he takes his final licks, lapping up your cum. He finally sits up as you relax your arms and legs out like a starfish, desperately trying to catch your breath.

"Thank you, Mig," you sigh out breathlessly, smiling weakly at your lover.

"Of course, mi amor." Miguel wipes his mouth and chin still coated in your juices, and gets up off the bed to turn down the lights, swiftly returning back to you.

You muster up your last bit of strength to scoot into him, resting your head on his chest. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your temple before pulling the covers over the both of you. This is truly the most relaxed you've been in a while. And it was all thanks to Miguel, the man that caused all your stress in the first place.

At least he knows how to help you release your stress.

Thank you all for your patience! Let me know if you want more chub love! 💕

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Rewrite of ‘The Circus’

Hope y'all enjoy

A young Stolas’s eyes shoot open as he sits up in bed, “ My Birthday! It's my birthday!” The young owl squealed happily as he leaped out of bed before rushing into his dressing room, his imp butler following close behind.

Stolas continued to squeal as he sat as his butler began applying gel to his feathers, smoothing them down.

“Calm yourself, young prince, you wouldn't want me to mess up your feathers on your big day now, would you?” The butler said calmly.

“Oh! Right. Sorry,” The young owl responded, taking a breath to contain his excitement.

The Butler walked off momentarily before returning with Stolas' vest and cape.

“You know Father told me, today is the day, that I am old enough to know my purpose and responsibility!” Stolas said happily as the butler helped dress him.

“Of course I know,” The butler responded before placing Stolas’s crown on his head “I'm sure it will be wonderful.” The Butler smiled warmly giving Stolas a light pat on the head.

Stolas happily followed the butler out of the dressing room and down a large hallway. The walls are lined with giant pictures of himself, from when he was an egg right up until now.

The butler pushed on the large double doors at the end of the hall, opening to reveal a throne room. There sat Paimon, Stolas' father and King of the Ars Goetia, in a monstrous black form. As he stood up, his form shifted to display something more bird-like. The butler quickened his pace to stand next to him as Stolas approached his father.

“Ahhhh! There is my little, ah… Stolas!” Paimon smiled, greeting his gleeful son. Paimon leaned downward toward Stolas, slightly surprising the boy.

“Ahem,” Paimon coughed, clearing his throat. “Now then, my little fledgling,” Paimon said as he began to circle his son. “It is finally your day to become a true part of the Goetia family. Are you ready to know what you'll be meant to do to serve Hell?”

“Yes, Father!” Stolas responded confidently.

Paimon then opened a small portal to the cosmos as he spoke, giving Stolas a glimpse of the stars.

“You will be entrusted with the study of the Earth's skies, stars, and the prophecies they hold!” He continued as he pulled an enchanting book out of the portal.

“You will begin the studies of your grimoire, which will grant you access to the mortal realm to study and observe, you will grow to be a mighty Prince of Hell, with your own legions to lead and pass on your knowledge to!” Paimon exclaimed grabbing Stolas off the ground, holding the grimoire under his arm

“I will do my best, Father!” Stolas said bursting with excitement.

Paimon pulled him close into his arms and handed him his grimoire. “Wonderful! Oh, and one more thing; because you are destined to sire a precautionary addition to the Goetia family. You're now engaged!”

Stolas blinked in surprise. “E-engaged? To who?” Stolas asked, cocking his head to the side.

Paimon bent down a bit as the imp butler handed him a yellow envelope. “To a lovely little peacock named Stella! Isn't she charming?” Paimon responded by pulling a picture out of the envelope.

Stolas’s eyes widened as he stared at the picture. Her feathers were in a wild mess as she angrily strangled a Quieve, fiery fury blazing in her eyes. In the background he could see the curtains were on fire, the flames oddly pink.

Stolas began to loudly wail, snapping his head away from the picture in fear.

Paimon stared at him with a look of surprised confusion painted on his face, before looking at the photo himself, that is. He let out a yelp himself before he began digging in the envelope.

“Oops! Haha, wrong photo! Here I'm sure you’ll think this one is nicer?!” Paimon said with a nervous laugh as he tried to show Stolas a nicer picture of Stella sitting with a cute smile, her feathers in a much better state, with not a Quieve in sight.

Stolas continued to cry, “ Ah, come on son calm down! We’re supposed to meet her today…” Paimon sighed as he wiped away his son's tears.

Stolas only gave a sniffle and a whimper in response. As tears silently rolled down his cheek.

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Black horses raced down a path pulling an equally dark carriage, Stolas sat quietly next to his father staring down at his talons.

His father looked down at him before lightly rubbing the feathers atop his head. “Just… be nice to her okay?” The large owl said with a smile in the softest voice he could muster.

“.....Yes Father,” The small prince responded quietly, without lifting his head.

The two sat quietly, the clopping of hooves racing across the road being the only thing that dared cut through their silence.

Soon the noise began to slow as they reached their destination, the carriage door opening allowing the two to exit. A beautiful large white castle stood before them, Stolas marveled at the flowers that lined the entrances a mix of blue and red. The butler knocked and the door opened, and greeting them was an Imp maid.

“Ah, I was told to expect you! Please come inside!” She said with a curtsy as she led them into the palace. Soon enough they came to a hall where there sat two peacocks and another that looked a bit older than Stolas.

“Ah, Paimon, I was wondering when you would arrive.” The male peacock said with a bow. “Well, weather as nice as this I would have taken my time too!” The lady peacock next to him said with a giggle and a curtsy.

“Yes, it is a nice afternoon isn't it Isabelle?” Paimon responded with a bow of his own. As he stood up straight he looked over, noticing the small blue peacock next to them. “Ah, and you must be Andrephuleus, my future son-in-law, correct? Hmph you take after your mother don't you?” Paimon said with a hum, the only response the small peacock gave was an icy cold glare.

“He truly does, but at least I got some of my genes in Stella!” The male peacock said with a small laugh leading everyone else in the room to quietly chuckle along with him.

“Hmph yes I can tell, but speaking of Stella I can’t help but notice she isn’t here,” Paimon asked,

“Oh, well she wanted to make sure that she looked her very best for her fiance even if it meant risking a bit of tardiness, I do hope you don’t mind.” The man responded with a sigh.

“Oh, not at all Alexander, first impressions are quite important after all!” Paimon smiled as he took a seat at the table.

Stolas looked over to Andrealphus, “Um, hello my name's Stolas! It’s nice to meet you!” he said nervously.

“Ugh, I already know that! You're marrying my sister after all!” Andrealuphus said slyly.

“Oh, I-i uh well,” Stolas shifted as Andrealuphus chuckled watching the smaller squirm.

“Ah, speaking of Stella, ooh~ there she is!” Isabella exclaimed as she stood, everyone's gaze turned towards the stairs as Stella walked down. Stolas stared at her, she was admittedly quite pretty, her feathers brushed down nicely in her light pink dress and silky white gloves, with a small simple gold crown sat atop her head, one the same as his. To be honest, Stolas thought she was quite cute, that is until the image of her strangling that Quieve flashed through his mind, he shivered.

“Ah, you must be Stella! Aren't you just a doll!” Paimon said as the girl came closer.

“Thank you Mr. Paimon!” She giggled as she curtsied.

“Oh, you look lovely dear!” Her mother marveled

“Come on now Stolas, say hi to your fiance!” Paimon said calling Stolas to his side, Stolas could feel a pit in his stomach but he went.

“Ah, I’m Stolas! It's nice to meet you Stella, I like your dress!” Stolas said, bowing as she greeted her, she giggled at his compliment.

“Alright, now that everyone's here, mind telling us where you planned to take the children?” Isabella said, clasping her hands.

Paimon blinked in confusion, “Um, I thought you had made the plans for them?” Paimon said, staring at her bewildered.

The two peacocks both looked at each other's eyes widening .

Paimon pinches the spot in-between his eyes seeing there reactions .“I'm sorry do you mean to tell me that neither of you have anything planned for this afternoon?” Paimon groaned

“I-it seems so… I sincerely apologize for this inconvenience, but I’m sure we can come up with something!” Alexander said with a shaky sigh.

The three children stood quietly as their parents did their best to come up with something last minute. After a moment Stolas came up with a suggestion, “Uh, maybe we could go to the circus?” Stolas said

Everyone paused, “The circus? For a first date?” Alexander said doubtfully

“Well, I mean that’s not a terrible idea but, I don’t know if Stella would be interested in a place like that,” Isabella said skeptically,

“What kind of plebian goes to the circus? For a first date at that!” Andrealphus said quite enough for only Stolas to hear. Paimon made a ‘hmph’ sound with no further comment.

Stolas shifted under the pressure of their comments.”Um, well I’ve never actually been to a circus, but it sounds like it would be a lot of fun! Especially with someone like Stolas to lead the way for me!” Stella chimed in with an innocent look.

“Mph, I don't know…” Alexander said

“Come on love, I don’t see the harm in it! Plus it's not like we’re coming up with any bright ideas!” Isabella said with a breathy laugh.

“Oh alright,” Alexander responded with a sigh

Paimon clasped his hands, “Well then if we’re all in agreement, then I guess the circus it is!”

“But I don’t want to go to the circus!” Andreluphus chimed in,

Paimon furrowed his brow “I'm sorry, who said you were going with them?” Paimon said still slightly annoyed.

“What- I obviously can’t let her go alone with him! She’s my sister after all!” Andrelphus pouted, puffing up his icy blue tail feathers.

“Calm down son, we’re not sending them alone obviously they’ll have imps with them. Plus you think we’d marry your sister to some ruffian?” Alexander asked

Andrealphus pouted, as Stolas sighed happily knowing they would be without him.

______

Stolas squealed as they arrived at the circus, “This is going to be so much fun!” He yelled

“Mmph, I can smell candy even from here!” Stella said as she hopped out of the carriage, Stolas jumped at her voice but she seemingly paid no mind.

As they entered the two imps stopped them momentarily, “Alrighty, now listen here you two, I know this is a circus and I know y'all wanna have fun and you two probably outrun us a bit! But try not to get too far so you don’t get lost ok?” The imp maid that had greeted Stolas and his father, said in her soft country accent.

“Yes ma’am, we will,” Stella said, rolling her eyes, she turned around making her way into the circus with Stolas following close by her.

“I swear, I ran off one time and now I doubt I’ll ever hear the end of it! It’s so annoying!” She huffed

“Uh yeah, that um sounds annoying…” Stolas responded quietly

“Hmph, glad we agree! Now come on, I've always wanted to try carnival games!” Stella cheered excitedly as she walked through the crowd.

The two ventured through the carnival, playing different games, going on different rides, and eating food with enough sugar to give a small imp diabetes, soon they stopped for ice cream.

“Alright chocolate for Stolas, and strawberry for Stella, give this to her will you?” The butler asked he handed Stolas both icecreams,

“Oh, uh here you go Stella,” Stolas said as he tried to hand her her ice cream, but his hand faltered instead dropping it on her dress before it fell to the ground.

Stolas froze as he looked up at her watching her eyes begin to well with tears, “Oh honey, it's alright we’ll get you another one, with two big scoops!” Her maid said, trying to comfort her.

She began to tremble as Stolas tried to apologize, “I-I’m so sorry Stella, here I’ll help clean your dress off!” Stolas said shakily as she grabbed a towel to try to wipe off the ice cream staining her dress.

Stella smacked his hand away as she burst into tears, “This is the worst date ever!” She cried as she ran off into the crowd, her maid called out to her as she ran to go get the girl herself.

“Oh Lucifer, Stolas stay here please while I go get them okay!” Stolas’s butler said running off after the two before Stolas could fully process what happened.

Stolas sat on a bench near the ice cream van for a moment not even noticing he had dropped his own ice cream in Stella’s fit.

“First day meeting her and I get ice cream all over her! Father is going to kill me, or worse he takes away my grimoire!” Stolas whined to himself, and then he had an idea, “Oh! maybe if I go find her myself I won’t be in trouble!” Stolas nodded to himself as hoped of the bench entering the crowd.

Stolas walked through the crowd, his small size making it easy to get through the many people. However, it also meant he couldn't really see where he was going, unfortunately, he only realized this as he came to the back part of the circus. He walked nervously, the area was fairly empty as the circus was in its prime hours so most of its actors were busy.

He sighed to himself as he came to a wooden fence at the very back of the carnival, “Great, not only am I lost, but I’m going to be in so much trouble when I get back!” Stolas whined, but before he could turn around he heard something, it sounded like crying.

Stolas’s eyes flicked back and forth between the fence and the path, he then sighed and went closer to the fence, he came all this way after all. He squeezed himself through the fence and walked through the bushes. Soon he found the source of the noise, Stella, hugging her knees on the ground sobbing to herself.

“Stella! There you are, people are looking for you y’know !” Stolas shouted as he ran toward her. Stella smacked his hand away, “Go away, you’ve already ruined today!” She yelled causing Stolas to fall on his bottom.

Stolas sat there for a moment unsure what to do, he decided that the best thing to do was apologize first and foremost.

He took a deep breath before scooting a bit closer to her, “Listen, Stella, I’m really sorry about your ice cream and your dress, it was an accident honestly!” He said

“Oh please Stolas, do you think I’m stupid?!” Stella shouted

“What no I don’t-”

“I mean seriously after everything else you’ve done you really think I’d believe that you dropped ice cream on by accident, puh-lease!” Stella huffed, turning away from him.

Stolas tilted his head confused, “W-what other stuff?” He asked cautiously,

Stella grumbled “Ugh, it’s like you're being stupid on purpose! Seriously, how don't you remember bumping into me and then stealing my duck in that fishing game or letting that tent flap hit my face when we went to see that magician?! You don’t remember any of that?!” Stella huffed as she poked his chest with her gloved finger.

Stolas paused for a moment thinking about the adventure, sure he remembered winning the fishing game and seeing the magician, and he supposed he had bumped into once or twice but everything else was lost on him.

“Well?!” Stella huffed, snapping Stolas out of his thoughts, he looked her right in the eyes as she made the same angry face she had in her picture. But he knew he couldn't just stay frozen now so he swallowed down the lump in his throat.

“Uh, well I guess I remember bumping into o-once or twice but, I don’t remember anything else, any of that other stuff… ” Stolas responded, his voice quivering.

Stella huffed again as she pulled her hand away from his chest, “Well even if you don’t remember it, it still happened and all of that isn't even mentioning how you've barely looked me in the eye! I mean this is the first time we’ve met and yet every time you look at me it’s like you've seen a ghost! So explain that why don’t you!” Stella said crossing her arm across her chest while pouting,

Stolas took a deep breath deciding to tell her the truth, he was already going to be in another world of trouble when they finally got back so why not, he looked down and sighed before saying “Well it’s because of that picture your parents sent with you strangled that Quive, it uh didn’t exactly give you the best first impression.” Stolas said, while twiddling his fingers.

Stella stared gobsmacked at him, the anger all but robbed from her face. She blinked a couple of times before she began to speak, “W-what, how did you even see that? They told me they’d thrown it out, it shouldn't have even gotten developed! A-and I didn’t even mean to do it!” Stella said in a panicked frenzy, grabbing onto her feathers.

“Wait what? What do you mean you didn't mean to do it? How do you accidentally strangle something?” Stolas said still lightly cautious of his words

Stella took a deep breath to calm herself down, “Okay maybe that isn't the best way to put it…” She started, “You see when I was taking those pictures to send to your daddy my mum brought in those quives, something about them looking good with my palette or whatever.” She continued rolling her eyes. “And then out of nowhere, one of them bit me right before the photographer snapped a photo! I even have this bite to prove it!” Stella huffed pulling off her glove revealing what looked to be a deep bite mark, and Stolas blinked in a bit of shock.

“Oh my, that looks terrible, it must've hurt…” Stolas said as look at the nasty bite mark on her hand.

“Pft, you're telling me!” Stella huffed pulling her hand away and tugging her glove back onto her hand.

The two sat there quietly; the only noise to be heard was the rustling of leaves blowing in the wind.

Stolas sighed again as he looked up at her, “Uh, again I’m sorry for being rude to you and stuff I guess I shouldn't have judged you,” Stolas said scooting a bit closer to her.

Stella sighed “It’s fine I guess, I suppose I wouldn't be the nicest to someone if I saw them do something like that…” Stella responded, Stolas could feel her hand brushing up against his he lightly jumped at her touch. But after a second he put his hand back letting her grab a hold of it.

The two sat there quietly letting the wind blow through their feathers, both enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

Suddenly Stolas remembered where they were, "Uh Stella we should probably get back, there probably looking for us." Stolas said quietly.

Stella blinked “Oh yeah, I almost forgot! Well come on then let's get going!” Stella said leading them out of the underbrush holding tight to Stolas's hand.

After the two managed to squeeze themselves back through the fence and walked a bit through the trailer parklike area behind the circus they saw their two imp servants. They were frantically looking around for two, but somehow didn't notice them just up the path in their frenzy.

“Oh no we're going to be in so much trouble when they see us!” Stolas whinned

“No we won't! Just follow my lead alright?” Stella responded confidently leading Stolas and herself towards them.

Stolas became petrified when Stella stopped and called out to the two, “Miss Maid, Mister Butler, we're over here!” Stella called

The two snapped their heads around and quickly rushed over to the two. “Stolas, Stella there you are! We've been looking all over for you two!" Mister Butler said quickly inspecting them, Miss Maid doing the same.

Stella gave a sly smile before explaining things, “Ah, well you see, Stolas had actually come and found me! We were going to head right back to you two but then some mean imps tried to get us to we ran and hid in some bushes!”

Stolas gave a shocked expression at how easily she came up with it, “Uh y-yeah it was really scary but thankfully we weren't hurt!” Stolas continued nervously.

“Oh dear, well I'm glad you two are okay! C'mon we should be getting you two home it'll be getting late soon!” Miss Maid said with the Butler nodding in agreement.

They both grabbed their respective child's hand leading them back into the carnival.

“I can't believe that worked! How'd you come up with that so fast?” Stolas whispered with a small giggle.

“You know how I said I ran away one time? Well maybe it was more than once.” Stella responded with a giggle of her own.

As they continued through the circus Stolas looked up and saw the large circus tent. “Oh, Mister Butler, can we please go see the show?” Stolas squealed forcing the Butler to a pause.

Both Stella and her maid also stopped watching the two, “Stolas, it's getting late, plus you've seen this show several times.” Mister Butler sighed

“I know but we are already coming up to it so we may as well!” Stolas responded practically hopping with excitement.

Mister Butler looked over to Miss Maid who gave a shrug, “Fine we'll go see the show.”

Stolas squeeled as he went over to grab Stella’s hand pulling her toward the circus tent.

“Uh, why are we here, it looks like we’ve missed half the show by now,” Stella asked as Stolas sat them down at one of the seats in the crowded tent.

“Because we're just in time for my favorite part!” Stolas said excitedly, clapping his hands.

An imp with horns seemingly too big for his head came into the spotlight as one of the performances finished, “Now, everyone's favorite thing about circus shit: the motherfuckin' clowns!”

Several frightening Imp clowns with glowing eyes leap out at the audience from behind curtains. The large horned imp laughs as they fly outward disappearing into the darkness. The audience scream and pull away in terror, with Stella grabbing onto Stolas as he giggles knowing it’s just part of the show.

The spotlight flashes over to a small foot stepping on a pedestal board accompanied by the sound of a bell jingling.

“You ready, Blitzo?” A young voice says out of view.

A young imp presumably Blitzo gives a rope a quick tug. “Born ready!” Responds Blitzo as he and another, more clown-dressed imp leap off of their boards and begin a flying trapeze act. Blitzo passes by Stella and Stolas’s section of the bleachers, time appears to slow; they both stare up at the imp in awe.

Blitzoo then lands on a ball the other imp swings away, “ Haaaaa! Tada~!” The imp laughed “Heya, folks! Wanna see me make a horse?”

Blitzo takes out a green balloon, blows it up, and attempts to tie it into a horse shape. It appears as a knot, before immediately popping.

Blitzo’s eyes widened in surprise “ Crap.” he said quietly, he then began pulling out balloons and attempting to make a horse, with them popping all the same. His expression grows more worried with each popped balloon.

The audience stares dead silent, unimpressed as Blitzo keeps trying and failing to make the simple shape.

“ De-de-de-de-do-do-do-do- Ah, hehehe, Horse!” Blitzo exclaimed nervously as he finally made a horse except it had no legs.

“Well, heh. It was a horse, but then it ate too much sugar and its legs stopped working so he had to amputate. Now, it's a gross worm horse.”

Stolas begins to laugh softly,

“See? He gets it. Because horses - they make no sense.” Blitzo said with a small laugh

“Uh, Stolas that wasn’t really funny,” Stella murmured

“Obviously not! It’s part of the act, Fizzarolli’s coming on next!” Stolas whispered back

Fizzarolli the clown-dressed imp jumped down, joining Blitzoo with a red balloon of his own.

“Okay, Blitzoo, that's enough horsing around! Hey, everybody! Look at this, it's Banana Pudding the clown horsey!” He smiles making horse noises, a perfect horse balloon in his hand the crowd laughed as Blitzo stood to the side giving an awkward laugh.

—------------------25 years Later--------------------—

In the present day, an adult Stolas wakes and stretches in the morning, he stares dejected at the empty spot next to him in bed. He sighs before perking up a bit and grabbing his wine-red robe. He heads into his bathroom splashing his face with water before brushing his teeth.

He leaves his room humming to himself as he goes to his library to check on his grimoire. He picked it up off the shelf before flipping through the pages unaware of the imp in a tattered jacket looking at him through the window, staring at the magic flying off the pages. He tugged at the window trying to get inside, falling off it as Stolas closed the grimoire.

Stolas jumped at the thud going over to open the window, he stared down only seeing the bushes that lined his house. “Must've been a bird,” He shrugged as he closed and locked the window.

He heads down the hall, stopping at one of the doors, peeking inside giving a loving smile seeing his peacefully sleeping daughter Octavia. He softly closed the door and continued down the hall.

He makes his way to the kitchen pouring himself some coffee as he hears his wife, Stella come in. He turns to look at her on the phone being held up by an imp, she readjusts her pink fluffy robe, her feathers fluffy and uncombed as she hadn't fixed herself up. Her white tail feathers flap as she speaks to someone on the phone.

He poured another cup before coming up behind her, “Morning love,” he said, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek, as she handed her her cup.

“Ah morning Stolas,” She responded flatly, rubbing the feathers on the back of his head before continuing her conversation on the phone.

“Um, Stella, I know you want to plan for our anniversary and stuff, but don’t you think you could take a break and let the servants handle it? I mean they're called ‘help’ for a reason.” Stolas asked as they sat down at the table.

Stella rolled her eyes, “Oh please! The last time I let them plan things everything went to shit! They got Alizarin Crimson instead of-”

“Wine red for streamers…” Stolas sighed,

“Exactly!” She huffed while hanging up her phone.

“I’m pretty sure you're the only one who noticed but alright,” Stolas mumbled under his breath as another imp brought them their breakfast.

“Oh, and speaking of the party do you have any requests? Like food, or special guests and stuff?” Stella said, taking a bite of her pancakes.

“Um, well I'm sure you’ve already planned for any food either of us would want and I’ve never cared for special guests. But I do have one teeny-tiny little request about the guest list.” Stolas started shyly.

“I’m not uninviting my brother,” Stella deadpanned

“But Stellaaaa,” Stolas whined

“Don’t ‘Stellaaaa’ me! You know I can’t uninvite him, plus he’s not even that bad!” Stella snapped, rolling her eyes.

“Ugh maybe not you and Via, but he’s certainly ‘that bad’ to me! He’s just so, so ugh!” Stolas responded by dragging his fingers down his face.

Stella sighed “Either way, you know I can’t uninvite him! You remember the stink he made when he found he was invited last, how do you think he’ll react to not being invited at all?” Stella asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

“I know but still, I won’t enjoy it…” Stolas pouted

Stella paused and set her utensils down, “How about this, if you do act right then I’ll add an extra surprise to your anniversary gift~.” Stella said in a sultry tone, as reached over the table.

Stolas's feather puffed up in an instant, “I uh, suppose a few hours with him wouldn’t be too bad,”

_______

Stolas stood next to Stella as they laughed along with their friends, Ville and Evelynn.

“Wow Stella you really outdid yourself, this party is great!” Ville said with his raspy voice, swishing his wine in the glass twice as small as his white feathered hand.

“Doesn't she always~?” Evelynn giggled flipping her short purple feathers.

“Oh stop you two are making me blush, uh but do continue!” She tacked on at the end giving the group a laugh.

“So, how's Octavia been doing?” Ville asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“Oh, she’s just fine, she has been doing quite well with her magic studies I must say!” Stolas responded pridefully.

“Oh trust me we’ve heard plenty about it from Christopher!” Ville laughed

“Y’know Stella if those two ever got married then we’d really be sisters!” Evelynn squealed

“Oh my goodness you're so right!” Stella squealed along with her.

Ville chuckled at their excitement, “Oh actually speaking of Octavia, where is she? I've barely seen her all night.” Ville asked, scratching his jaw.

“Oh, you know how she can be sometimes, she’s probably up in her room taking a break from the party.” Stolas responded without a thought.

“Mm yes, as much as I love her I do wish she wasn’t so shy sometimes.” Stella said with a small sigh.

As their conversation continued, Stolas spotted something out of the corner of his eye. Blue glitter feathers peeked out from the crowd, he bit his cheeks.

“Uh, do pardon me, I —ah need to head to the bathroom,” Stolas said, shoving his glass into Stella’s free hand as he excused himself from the group. Stella gave him a bit of a funny look but shrugged as he ran off.

Stolas closed the door of the ballroom and went a bit down the dark hall, “Just a few hours, and then you get that gift you've been waiting for!” He mumbled to himself still grimacing at the thought of having to interact with his Brother-in-law.

After there for a moment or two, he heard Stella’s voice as she came up behind him, “Stolas guess who just got here!” She said happily, grabbing his arm and ready to drag him back to the party.

Stolas panicked knowing who would soon follow and be by her side. He then heard a noise like someone struggling, they both looked forward to see two large white hellhounds holding an imp between them.

“Excuse us, sir we found this imp snooping around, we’ll take care of him.” The left one said ready to continue on their way, but just then Stolas had an idea.

“Ahem, as a Goetia I believe I should deal with this disrespectful imp myself!” Stolas straightened his posture as Stella gave him a funny look.

The two hellhounds unceremoniously dropped the imp, Stolas quickly grabbed him by his raggedy jacket pulling him off to somewhere. “I’ll be back in a bit, so don’t have too much fun without me~!” He yelled as walked deeper into the hall.

“There he goes running off again, like a coward,” A sly voice behind Stella said.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t deal with an imp breaking into your house? Sounds pretty cowardly to me.” Stella responded with the same sly tone in her voice.

“Wha-”

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“Dammit, Dammit, Dammit! Why isn't he responding?!” A male imp with white hair is at the top of Stolas’s mansion.

“You don't think he got caught right Moxxie?” A female black-haired imp asked,

“Why else wouldn’t he respond, Millie? Ugh, I told him this was a bad idea! He’s probably a stone statue by now! ” Moxxie responded, pulling his hair out.

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Stolas entered a room with the imp, “Alright, little imp, usually, I would have already turned you to stone! But since you’ve helped me a bit tonight I’ll let it slide just this-” Stolas turned around after locking the door, he paused before bending down and getting close to the imp’s face. He grabbed the imp by the chin as he began to sweat, Stolas examined his face in silence.

“Do, do I know you?” Stolas asked still looking at him.

“Wha- nooo, I’ve uh only ever seen ya’ on TV!” The imp responded nervously waving his hands as he scooted back from the curious owl.

Stolas’s eyes widened as it hit him, “Wait, I do know you! You're that circus performer!” Stolas exclaimed “Oh what was your name? Buz, Bucko, Bing?” Stolas inquired, tapping his chin.

“Blitzo, it was Blitzo.” The imp responded quietly

Stolas cocked his head, “Was Blitzo?” he asked innocently

“Yeah, the ‘o’ is silent…” He responded avoiding the owl's eyes

“Huh, why silent the ‘o’?” Stolas once again inquired innocently.

“Reasons… a lot of reasons. But listen you're gonna kill me can you not turn me stone and just, like, shoot me or something?” Blitzo laughed nervously

“Mm, no I don’t think I’ll do that,” Stolas laughed, waving his hand. “But I’m curious now, since you're here, what ever happened to you and your circus troupe? I assumed you would rebuild after that fire but it was like you all disappeared!” Stolas said crouching down to be on eye level with Blitzo.

“Uh, a lot of things were happening behind the scenes, b-before after the fire, i-it was better we split.” Blitzo responded as he crossed his arms close to his chest, still avoiding the owl's red eyes.

“How unfortunate,” Stolas responded, Blitzo could barely tell if he was being sincere or not. “Well let me ask you another thing, why exactly did you break into my house, on my anniversary no less?” Stolas asked his tone a bit more annoyed.

Blitzo paused, “I uh was trying to find a way to the human realm, and since there was this big party I thought everyone would be too distracted to notice me! Plus you're like royalty so I doubt you’d notice if I nabbed an asmodeus crystal or two, aha ha…” Blitzo responded, twiddling his finds as Stolas stared back at him.

“And what pray tell, would an imp need asmodeus crystals for?” Stolas inquired

“My uh business…” Blitzo responded

Stolas gave a surprised hum, “An imp with a business, now that’s certainly new! What does it have to do with the mortal realm?” Stolas asked his curiosity, growing with the imps nervous replies.

“Uh, well uh me and my team are assassins and get revenge for ya’ if someone killed you or anything similar! Ah, here's my business card if you're interested!” Blitzo said, perking up as he handed Stolas a crudely made business card.

Stolas stared at it, it looked to be a colored piece of cardboard, he smiled “Well then, tell me little imp how would you feel if I were to hire you then?” Stolas smiled

Blitzo stared back at him, his eyes widening in shock, “A-are you serious? This isn't some prank to try to embarrass me in front of your friends or something??” he asked cautiously

“Why of course not! You’ve helped me a bit tonight, and plus I really did enjoy the shows! So it's only fair if I help to repay you! So little imp do we have a deal?” Stolas asked, giving his hand to Blitzo.

Blitzo stared at the hand before grabbing it with his own, “Yes, yes we do!” He laughed happily, shaking the owl's hand. “Well, uh I guess I should go and call back later?” Blitzo laughed as he went to the door.

But as he grabbed the knob Stolas grabbed the collar of his coat, “Ah, I kind of told them that I was going to deal with you. And by deal, I mean you were supposed to be a statue long before now…” Stolas said with a bit of a sigh.

“Then how am I supposed to leave?” Blitzo asked, Stolas looked over to a window as a devilish grin appeared on his face, “I have an idea.”

Moxxie and Millie stood on the roof panicking as they tried to get in contact with there, until the sound of someone talking could be heard.

“Uh, Moxxie do you hear that?” Millie asked, they ran over to the edge of the roof, only to see Blitzo flying out and landing far across the yard.

Suddenly Moxxie felt his phone buzz in his pants,”Hello, sir is was that you?!” Moxie yelled over the phone.

Blitzo sat on the ground quietly not answering for a moment, “You guys are never who might've just hired us,”

—--------------A little while after that—---------------

Stella sat at a table with her, a large cake in front of them. However just as they were about to indulge an imp came crashing down onto it, “Sorry I fucked your husband!” Blitzo laughed as he quickly scurried off the table.

Stolas came rushing toward the balcony only to see the mess Blitzo had left, “STOLAS, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?” Stella yelled at the top of her lungs

Stolas only stared back down at her with a cowardly expression.

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Stolas blinks awake, groaning in pain, lying next to a bottle of absinthe. He's still wearing his outfit from Ozzie's, his mascara he took an hour to perfect now running down his cheeks.. He pulls himself up, grabbing his phone out of his pocket, and scrolling through his recent photos, a series of pictures of Blitzo or things related to Blitzo.

As he stared at them he couldn't help but sing,

♫ Owl in a cage ♫

♫ You show your age ♫

♫ Your sweetness has run foul ♫

♫ Without a change you're lost, exhausted ♫

♫ By your time on stage ♫

♫ Then you walked in my room ♫

♫ And like sparks in the dark ♫

♫ Life was suddenly thrilling and new ♫

♫ What between you and I ♫

♫ Just a comfortable lie ♫

♫ I'm the fool who believes when you look in my eyes ♫

♫ Prince, all alone, upon your throne ♫

♫ Your power is so frail ♫

♫ You raise your voice ♫

♫ You have no choice ♫

♫ Inside your gilded jail ♫

Stolas stood, his hands on the balcony as he stared into the stars he usually studied. So entranced by them he didn't notice the clicking of heels coming towards him.

“Stolas…” A calm but angry but angry voice said.

He turned quickly to see Stella, he was a bit surprised to see her still dressed up at this hour.

“Ah, S-stella darling I didn't expect to see you up this late!” He stammered.

She stared back at him with clenched fists, “Don’t you Stella darling me! You were with that imp again werent you!” She yelled coming toward him.

Stolas gave her a panicked look knowing that he couldn't argue. His silence only seemed to enrage her further, “Oh, I can’t believe you, do you even know what you've done!” Stella yelled.

“Stella please, I-i know I hurt you but-”

“But nothing! Not only have you completely disgraced our marriage, but you've also completely embarrassed us! Do you have any idea how difficult it was to track down all the newspapers of your little speech in the Wrath ring?! Have you thought about any of that!?” Stella screeched, coming closer to his face.

She raised her hands seemingly ready to crash down hard onto Stolas’s chest. However her fists came down onto him rather softly, she held them there lightly hitting on his chest as tears began to fall from her eyes.

“Stella…” Stolas said softly as they both sank to the ground.

They both sat there as Stella shivered while quietly sobbing, after a moment Stolas went to grab one her hands now in her lap. However, the second he placed his hand on hers she quickly pulled them away.

“No, no,no I-i’m done with you! I can’t do this, I hate you!” Stella yelled as she rose up.

“What, no Stella please can w-we can talk about this!” Stolas said standing up with her.

“After all you've done you think you deserve that!?” She yelled back.

“I-i don’t but please, j-just give me a chance. I’ll agree to whatever you want to do just-” Stolas begged, returning to his knees.

“Fine..” Stella said, Stolas gave a sigh of relief, before Stella continued. “I’m calling my brother..” She said, crossing her arms.

“W-what, but Stella he has nothing to do with this a-and-” Stolas stammered

“Ah ah! You said you’d agree to anything, this is anything!” She replied snlyly, Stolas sat there on the ground as Stella walked back into the house.

Stella clutched her chest as she closed the balcony door, sighing as wiped the mascara off her face.

“M-mom, are you okay?” Stella snapped her head up to see Octavia, from the looks of it she seemed groggy as if she had just woken up.

Stella sighed seeing that she probably hadent heard their conversation, “Y-yes, I’m just fine dear! Come on you should be getting back to bed!” Stella responded grabbing her daughter shoulders to lead her back to her room.

“A-are you sure, I heard you two arguing, again…” Octavia said planting her talons in the ground to keep her mother from moving her.

Stella paused, “I- yes dear, its just-” Stella paused again deciding to bite her tongue, “I-it’s nothing, we’re fine! Now come on lets get to bed..” She responded softly.

“Mh, alright…” Octavia responded, but even then she couldnt help but turn back to the balcony door.

And on the other side sat Stolas wallowing in his own mistakes and misery.

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And I’m done, this took so much longer than I anticipated!

Now if you have any criticism’s please share, I had a bit of trouble with certain parts. For example Stella and Stolas a muppet babies, I was trying to make there conversation realistic for there age without just making them drool. Same with Stolas and Blitzo’s talk, it looked a bit funny but I tried so I guess thats what matters?

#helluva boss criticism #anti stolas #helluva boss critical #helluva boss rewrite

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Au where Danny is Damians twin. He had gone on countless solo missions since the time he was six and niether he or his brother had ever failed. This time however, was a bit different.

Dr's Jack and Madeline Fenton were playing with forces beyond thier comprehension and endangering the entire world with thier actions. They were clearly aware of it too if thier sketchy work with the government was taken into consideration. Daniel's job was to infiltrate thier lab and copy all thier data into a flash drive before killing the parents and destroying everything. Simple enough, but he made a crucial mistake.

He got curious.

Isn't that always how the eldrich and unknown gets you? You start asking questions and before anyone knows it you're a raving lunatic.

Once he had completed his first three tasks, Danny had put on one of the suspiciously numerous white and black and child sized hazmat suits and went into the beckoning maw of what was mentioned to be the portal. He looked down to step over a bundle of wires and in his momentary distraction hit a button on the wall with his hand.

The next thing he knew everything was tinged green and he was screaming.

Awaking to find his form had changed, leaving him with glowing green eyes, pale skin and white hair he was confused. Mother and Grandfather did not have a meta-gene and according to mother thier Father-the Batman- also did not have it.

Then It clicked. The scientists were studying the afterlife, more specifically the spirits of the dead and how to invade thier realm. Daniel, at the tender age of eight, had died. Whats worse is that he apparently had the ability to flop between life and death at will. Fearing what kind of experiments his Grandfather would no doubt subject him to he finished his mission by rigging the place to blow far more spectacularly then planned and fleeing into the portal.

The resulting explosion could be seen for miles. Upon seeing it from her place on a park bench with her friend, Jazz had immediately knew something terrible had happened.

Three years later Daniel- now going by Phantom- found that the portals maw had survived even if the portal itself did not and it was reactivated by a pair of nosy teens. Amity Park was being attacked by ghosts and the Justice League, a group of famous heros lead by his Father, Wonder woman and Superman, refused to even answer thier calls for help. Odd.

Phantom stepped up and began fighting them both with his powers and his training from the League of Assassins. The people hated him for being dead. The dead hated him for stopping thier rampages and his annoying ability to just disappear. (He's so glad he kept the half living thing to himself, even if it meant he often had to sneak away to living realms to get human food)

As it turns out, the Fentons had a back up location that niether he or the League of Assassins knew about where they stored notes on thier theories about the nature of ghosts and how "evil and mindless" they were. A government based group eventually formed called the Ghost Investigation Ward, or as the locals called them, The Guys In White who then passed a set of laws called the anti-ecto acts.

Daniel had grown up hearing tales of his Father. A paranoid man who thought of everything and had eyes and ears in every sector of the government. He and his League of Justice would never allow this...and yet days passed since the announcement of the acts. Then weeks. Then a month with no words speaking out againsts laws that essentially stripped the rights of an entire species. Did Father believe the lies and slander from the government and the remnants of the Fentons "research"?

If he knew about him would he think he was a monster? A threat to be eliminated?

Daniel fiddled with his domino mask as he began applying the weekly dose of phase-proof paint to the metal of the portals blast doors. He loved his mask. It made him feel just a little bit safer. Yes, he knew logically no one would ever think that a dead child would ever secretly be a living one, but facial recognition software was a very real thing and it wouldn't be long before the GIW modified it to work the blurriness out of ghost photos. Even if they didn't (which they might never considering the groups overall intelligence) people have eyes

Daniel wasn't technically living in Amity Park. At least not legally. He stole whatever he needed and stayed hidden away in abandoned houses and underground caves. Not the most luxurious life, but better than a scapel and rib shears. He shuttered at the thought.

It was almost a week after his and Damians birthday that he saw his parents again. They were fighting in the streets near Polter Heights, the rich side of the city. He wondered what they were there for. He had long taken the portal deep underground where no one could access it without intangibility and Amity really had nothing to offer otherwise. They couldn't possibly know who he was, could they?

He flew closer invisibly, listening to mother state that she planned on recruiting this "ghost child" into the League. Interesting. She didn't know it was him.

Batman. His own father argued that she knew nothing about these creatures and that they were dangerous but handled by the local authorities. Daniel couldn't fight back his sneer. The GIW did nothing while Phantom did all the work and he highly doubted any of the living considered him an "authority". Nevertheless, this proved to Daniel his fears of his Father hating him was well founded.

He did however, find himself surprised at the familiar chill of a blade at his throat. How? Then his brother, his beloved twin ordered him to surrender. Not a chance. Not even for him. Phantom fought his brother that day, no matter how much it pained him. The GIW have been chasing him relentlessly since thier founding and would do anything to get thier grubby little paws on him. If he was taken into custody by any form of law enforcement or was an immediate Game Over, even if it was the Justice League.

Daniel managed to escape but Damian left knowing he recognized that fighting style.

Damian ended up telling the rest of his family about his twin, Daniel and how he had died and how he suspected the ghost protecting Amity was his lost brother.

Unfortunately, Daniel had overheard what Batman had said to his Mother and believed his change of heart and attemps to get him to come home with him were a ruse to get him to let down his guard.

Thus begins the chaotic time in Amity Park where his Mother and Father both try to convince Phantom to live with them.

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny and damian twins au #batman #robin #long post #damian wayne #talia al ghul #danny fenton #sorta #daniel al ghul #danyal al ghul #dami and dani sounds cute though

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epickiya722 · 6 months

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A lot of times the problem with these het ships is just, that there is an incredible lack of balance in it that almost feels toxic.

And i don't mean dark fiction or anything, i mean fiction that wants you to see them as a good couple.

Like in bnha, again. Iz///ocha has an inbalance over the fact that for it to go forward, it is completely reliant on Ochako, and whatever she decides to do with her feelings.

Which makes her the only one that ever puts the effort into her crush, even if it ends up not actually moving forward, she still the one who's ever confronted with them.

And Izuku never does anything to respond or even indicate that he feels the same. Frankly, if he was to suddendly show that he loves her, that would just make him look like an intruder. Or maybe even imply "now that everything's over, here's your prize, hero!"

I agree!!

While IzuOcha is a popular ship, it's also not compared to BakuDeku and even TogaOcha got some growth over it.

It's not because "het is ew" because I have crossed other shippers who are okay with IzuOcha and/or have other M/F ships they like (I myself like KiriMina).

It's because it is underdeveloped and one-sided.

Izuku reacts to Ochako the same way he has with every other girl. Any time there's crush talk, it's only from Ochako's side. Nothing from Izuku, at all. He compliments her, but it came off more like a bestie hyping you up after you say something self-deprecating than actual "Hey, I like you, let's go out".

To be honest, I don't even think Horikoshi intended for IzuOcha to be seen a ship for people to root for. I don't think he actually ever cares for it because if he really wanted to, he could have made it more balanced. I say this because look at M/F pairings like KiriMina and KamiJiro.

They're more minor than IzuOcha are and yet for both pairings there's a lot more balance between them. Even by design!

I talk more in depth about this here and here.

I totally agree with you on that last bit.

If Izuku suddenly goes "Hey, I love you" or even after winning there's suddenly them hooking up, it will come off as Ochako being some prize because, again, Izuku hadn't shown romantic interest in her like that.

It's funny to me that some people will "BakuDeku are like brothers" but then turn around and want to apply the same tropes and scenarios that BkDk have been through to their ship romantically.

Example, there were people who actually want AFO!Shigaraki to attack Ochako next just so Izuku could save her. This was during the time when everyone was brought in through those portals into the same area.

When I was so agitated about that because one, you really want someone to potentially get killed just for a "shippy" moment? I DIDN'T LIKE SHIGARAKI ATTACKING BAKUGOU LIKE THAT!! Two, so Ochako couldn't be dealing with her situation without any inference? Like she really need to be put in a damsel situation and not be a hero? Because that's how it came off to me.

Look, I myself have ships, but at the end of the day when it comes to the main goal of a lot of these characters?

The last thing any of them really want is romance. If no ship becomes canon I am so okay with that.

A lot of these characters, especially characters like Izuku, Ochako, and Katsuki want to be the best heroes they can be. They want to save people, make them smile, be the best. That was their goal when they chose (and got to) attend UA.

I don't recall Ochako saying "I'm attending UA to get a boyfriend!"

So why reduce her to that? She did not look at Izuku on their first meeting and decided "I'm going to UA to be his wife". I thought she wanted to be a hero so she can make people smile and provide for her parents. Am I wrong? Did I miss something? Did I watch and read a different version of BNHA?

#kiya answers #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #uraraka ochako #uraraka ochaco #midoriya izuku #bakudeku #bkdk #togachako #togachaco

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trashlama · 10 months

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Heeeeeyyyyy.... guess who's ADHD can't let them write for shit?~ This bitch✨~

I suuuuuucck guys I know! I did a poll and everything just so I would have to write some of these! I just couldn't help but get side tracked.... My brain is in the LMK and Spiderverse fandoms!!! Though I will say I basically got this Rise Donnie x Big Mama Assistant req almost done. Almost I say. We'll see if I post it in the next two days and not something else random instead.... I suck lol

Anyways— here's my 3am thoughts from the other night that I'm finish up tonight ironically at 3am again. Soooo bare with me these are basically a bunch of summaries/plots/not fully flushed out possible one shot ideas I might do. Probably could've re-read it a couple more times buuuuttt it's about to be 4 now so....

I hope you guys enjoy!

Sorry this is long↓ I don't own these memes. I've never claimed to do so. I just come across them on Pinterest when I'm on break at work and think they're funny so I like to share them. If I mistakenly put one on here that I shouldn't have please let me know! I like to respect people's wishes. And if you could add the creator names too that would be great so the same mistake isn't made twice. Sorry for the inconvenience that my sharing may cause. I hope you have a good day.

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Sooooo I was going through the Across the Spiderverse tag(specifically Miguel O'Hara) because you know he's hot. Priorities— Anyways— I kinda had an idea. Brahhzz what if I just took the whole Miguel kidnapping his dead wife/lover's alternate dimensional copy deal that everyone has been throwing around and introduced a new take on this tale?

We all know that the Spiderverse is very open to a wide selection of possibilities and versions of Spiderman and we're all aware that the same thing applies to other characters as well. Soooo who said that Y/n has to be a civilian/or a version of Spiderman for this idea to work?

My fellow peeps I introduce to you Earth 2099 Miguel O'Hara x Villain/Alchemax worker/Morally Grey scientist Reader!

I can kinda see this playing out in a few ways.

1.)Villain reader investigating the strange phenomenon that occurred a couple months before hacking the multi verse and stirring up trouble. Miguel intervenes and takes what he wants.

For the last year since the bizarre phenomenon in downtown Brooklyn you've been stirring up more trouble than you typical due to collecting the materials needed for your "experiments" to figure out what that phenomenon really was and what the hell was Alchemax —your ex-employers— were up to with your research. With some finessing of the illegal kind you figure out what the corporation was up to. Before being fired you had discovered the existence of the multiverse however before you could investigate any further you were let go. Now that you have your research back you're able to Doc Octo this shit and break into the multiverse. If you could pull this off nothing was stopping ya' from fulfilling yer goal and maybe scoring some fame while you were at it. After some convoluted ass science mumbojumbo. You manage to Doc Octo this shit and break into the dimensional web that held the spider verse. Inside the alternate universe you immediately start messing up shit straight off the back as soon as you fly through the colorful portal. Miguel is quick to pick up on this anomaly and sends some Spiders out to handle the issue. Long story short— they fail. Forcing Miguel's hand to go and correct the anomaly himself. Only to find that it was you. Her. His dead wife/or dead lover. The only problem is that you're obviously not a good guy. Miguel being Miguel will try to rationalize it to himself as he demolishes your equipment/suit that you're not his Y/n, you're a villain, he can't keep you without risking a whole universe just for his selfish desires. However as he stood over your defeated helpless form. He decided. If one anomaly can exist and not destroy existence why can't another? There were ways around this. There had to be. Holding you in his grasp again the hero wasn't sure if he could let you go once again....

2.) You're an inventor/scientist that works at Alchemax/or your another rogue scientist . Either way you're looking to get into the Spider verse. Since the phenomenon from a couple months ago you've been intrigued by the strange occurrence. The news labeled it a "strange weather occurrence" however you knew that wasn't the case. If you're working at Alchemax you've known about the phenomenon since the beginning. If you're an inventor/scientist (with some grey morals) you found out after some research and trespassing. Either way your tinkering pays off thanks to the help of some stolen tech from Alchemax and an interesting glitch from the hacked tech. You eventually have yourself a fully operational universe hopping watch. And where do you end up? Right in the middle of Earth 2099. Miguel is immediately alerted of your presence. An obvious stranger to this Jetson world you find yourself quickly apprehended by a small group of spiders/or Miguel. Either way the red & blue leotard nosferatu as soon as he catches sight of you the dude is all over you. Miguel may be a man who would like to believe he is in control of himself and his rash decisions buuuuttt that's gonna be a nah. Never had the Spiderman ever expected to speak to an alternate version of his dead wife. Especially in person. Every time he's stolen a glance it was from a distance or behind one of his various monitors. He couldn't risk ruining another verse. However somehow regardless of his attempts to keep his desires at bay you've still managed to break past that last thing that was keeping you from him. Now that you're here the thirty year old wasn't sure if he could let you leave him again...

3.) What if instead of breaking into the multi verse. Alchemax employee/Morally Grey scientist Reader! is lured into the multiverse? In your home verse the Miguel who you had married was dead. Struggling with piling debt and depression you choose to bury your problems under research into the weird phenomenon that occurred in downtown Brooklyn a few months before. During this time of trial and error you figure out how to access the multiverse thanks to some misplaced Alchemax files and risky choices. The documents aid in building the device that would aid in your plan to find your ex-husband's alternate universe copy. All the while you were walking right into Miguel's clutches. Cause like you Miguel was having an equally hard time getting over his family's death. Although they are gone the widowed father couldn't help but, search for his loved ones amongst the various worlds that rest at his finger tips. He needed them. He needed you....and you needed him. Although you guys weren't from the same earth you both can replace the pain that was birthed from this tragedy and regain something more. Just be a family.... Hopefully you want to play his game because Miguel couldn't watch from the sidelines any longer.

Alrighty guys that's all for now! Sorry if they're a little all over the place. Regardless I hope you guys liked them and I hope you guys have a good week!

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elizabethemerald · 1 year

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A Shade Darker than Red: Part 9

Danny and Jason hovered over Jazz’s bed in her apartment while she worked on her computer. She had been looking at opening a practice as a psychologist, and with all the conversation going around about the happenings in Gotham she was investigating how expensive an office in the city would be. Not too high, all things considered and she had saved quite a bit by being a partner for a practice in her current town, and having two other roommates helped her save on rent. Maybe after she had her own practice for a while she would be able to apply to Arkham and start to actually help the people there.

The two ghosts were busy discussing how they wanted to make Jason’s presence known to his family. Jason had said that now that his first killer was dead and he wouldn’t have to worry about his family getting hurt by him, that he wanted to meet them again, let them know that even though he was dead didn’t mean he wouldn’t still be in their lives.

“When I came back as Red Hood, I sent a first edition book to Alfred to let him know it was me.” Jason said.

“Hmm. Usually when I get summoned by some cult or another, I really pull out all the stops, tentacles, supernovas exploding into forming stars, multiple eyes and mouths, the whole lot.”

“Maybe you could carve my initials into a wall with ectoplasm! Or I could haunt a few of the rival crime lords who messed with Crime Alley!”

Jazz slammed her hands down her desk causing both of the boys to freeze and stare at her. She growled and snatched a magazine from her desk drawer and rolled it up into a tight tube. With a flick of her wrist as she turned, she infused the magazine with ectoplasm. Danny and Jason watched her in confusion for a few seconds as she stood there with the magazine, clearly going through a breathing exercise.

“Are you ok, Jazz?” Danny asked.

He got a rolled up magazine to the face for his trouble as Jazz began smacking both boys with her magazine. She smacked them both again and again as she berated them, all the while wrestling them to keep them within easy smacking distance.

“Just fucking talk to them! I swear to the Ancients if you don’t cut all the unnecessary dramatics and just talk to them I will put both of you in a thermos for a month! The same thermos! By all that is holy and all the undead in the Realms, just fucking talk to people!”

She continued her tirade and assault for a few minutes more before she settled back breathing heavily.

“Danny, you will open a portal when they are all gathered together, introduce yourself, and swear an oath not to harm them. It won’t be perfect but it should hopefully keep the paranoia of the family down for a few minutes. Jason, you will come out of the portal next and you will sit down and explain, clearly and succinctly, that you are a ghost.”

Both boys stared at her, more than a little fear on their faces in the face of her fury.

“I understand vigilante types are allergic to healthy communication, but I swear, if you idiots just talked to each other, half of your problems would disappear.” She stepped back and sighed, running her free hand through her hair, though she still held the magazine and gestured to the boys with it. “Do you need me as a living person to be there to help calm down any misunderstandings?”

“Yes Jazz, that would be great.” Dannny said with a small voice. “Also thank you.”

“I know theatrics are part of being a hero and part of being a ghost, but please, please just communicate.” She finally set her magazine down causing the ghosts to breathe out sighs of relief. “We can go over talking points and common questions about the Realms so we can explain things in the least traumatizing way. And I’ll pick up a pizza or something and bring it to help destress.”

“Yeah that would be best. I’m not sure when they will be all together, and if we’re just going with the ‘talk like a mentally healthy person’ plan, then it will probably be best to get them all done at once.”

“I think I know someone who will be able to help us get them all together.” Danny said thoughtfully, then when Jazz’s hand strayed toward the magazine again he quickly clarified, “In a healthy communication and living person approved way.”

“Good. You better.”

Some time later, Jason and Danny emerged from a portal in the air over Gotham City. Jason followed as Danny began flying around searching the alleys for whoever it was that Danny was sure could get the remainder of the Batfamily back together.

“Uh, do you know what you’re looking for? Cause I respect you as like the King of All Ghosts or whatever, but I fear your sister way more. And I do not want to spend a month stuck in a thermos with you if this doesn’t go off perfectly.”

“It’ll be fine. Just give me a minute to- Ah! There we go!”

Danny was off like a shot, Jason right behind him. The two of them shot into an alley that Jason distinctly remembered Bruce coming and laying flowers in multiple times during his time as Robin. This was the alley where Bruce’s parents had been killed. He paused, unsure if he should intrude. He had always tried to give Bruce his space when he had first been alive.

“Come on in, Jason.” The voice that called to him wasn’t Danny’s. It was older.

He hesitantly floated into the alley to see Danny standing next to two older looking ghosts, ones he recognized from their portrait in the manor. Thomas and Martha Wayne. Thomas had been the one to wave him in, while Martha was currently hugging Danny. As soon as she saw him, Martha broke away from Danny to pull Jason into a hug as well.

Jason didn’t know how to react at first, hugs had been few and far between for most of his life, especially after the first time he came back. Danny and Jazz were always quick with physical affection, which was nice, but this was the first hug he had received outside of those two. After freezing for a moment, he wrapped his arms around Martha and hugged her back just as tightly.

“It’s good to finally be able to meet my grandson again.” Martha said warmly, and Thomas also gave him a wide smile.

Jason couldn’t help but look awkward at that, he wasn’t certain that he still counted as their grandson after what had happened, so he started to pull back from them. Martha’s face fell, but she still gave him a sad looking smile.

“I know our boy hurt you, and we are so sorry that his mission got in the way of his relationships with the kids he’d taken in. We still love you and care for you, and if you’ll have us, we’ll still be your grandparents.”

Jason whipped his tail in agitation for a second before he relaxed and allowed Thomas and Martha to pull him back into an even tighter hug. The hug with his grandparents was warm and safe in a way he hadn’t felt in such a long time. They both pulled back at the same time as a wave of power swamped the alley.

The power was unlike anything he had felt before, yet it still felt familiar. It wasn’t the same as when Danny used his full power as King of All Ghosts to destroy the clown’s soul, but it still felt like it could match even some of the Ancients Danny had introduced him to. Maybe not Clockwork level but still.

At the end of the alley the ghost of a woman appeared. She was beautiful in a way Jason struggled to describe. She wore an ivory flapper dress, under a long evening coat. She had brown skin and riotous curls forming a halo around her head. She was beauty and danger and safety and… home. She felt like home. She also felt horribly sick. Her aura almost drowned him in pain and the scent of rot.

“Lady Gotham.” The Waynes bowed deeply to her and even Danny inclined his head to her though he did not bow.

Jason did the only thing he could think to do at this moment. He knelt, falling to one knee in the rank alley they were in, his head bowed low. This was Lady Gotham, the city of spirit of his home. He didn’t feel worthy to be in her presence. He was just the failure Robin who had died too young and came back wrong only to die again. A gentle hand on his chin broke him from his spiraling thoughts.

“My dear Knight.” Gotham said softly. “You don’t have to kneel before me.”

He felt his breath catch in his throat even though he didn’t have to breathe as Gotham helped him to rise to his feet, her face filled with kindness and love. He swallowed with difficulty to try and clear his throat.

“Am I really your knight anymore?” He asked, his voice breaking a little in the middle.

“Oh, my dearest heart. You have been my Knight since you first put on that cape. And you will remain my Knight in my heart until this entire city has long crumbled to dust. I have watched over you since you were a babe in arms and I mourned you both times you died.”

Jason took a shaky breath. Lady Gotham opened her arms and he went willingly into her hug. He held her tight and breathed in the smell of the city he loved. The city he was born into and had fought to keep safe. He took one last shuddering breath and stepped back, a weight removed from his shoulders to see how much the city he loved, loved him in return.

“Will you really be able to get the rest of my family together?” Jason asked her.

“Oh certainly. It is easy to guide my Knights to one location. However, there is something you must do for me.”

“Anythi-” Jason stopped mid word as Danny put his hand on his shoulder.

“You need to know what’s involved before you agree.” Danny no longer was his playful and sarcastic brother. Just like when he had faced the clown and dealt Jason’s revenge, there was a weight of responsibility and duty to the way he carried himself. This was Danny as the High King of Ghosts. “Gotham, the city and the spirit, are deeply cursed.”

Jason wasn’t certain he could be less surprised to learn that. The air was filled with smog, the streets ran red with blood, and Gotham city was cursed. No one who had fought the crusade in the alleyways and warehouses for as long as Jason had could be surprised by that news. He kept himself from cracking a joke about the obviousness of the curse solely due to the gravitas that Danny was speaking.

“I have fought the curses that have held sway over me for as long as I could.” Gotham said. “It is this curse that leaves the city shrouded in shadow no matter the hour or season. This curse that feeds the corruption of the power hungry, bends the mind of the cruel towards even greater cruelties, and leaves the victim broken and bleeding in the gutter.”

“Are you saying it’s not the criminals’ fault? That this curse makes them commit crimes and hurt people?” Jason said, fury bubbling up inside him.

“No. It merely twists and grows what is already in their hearts.” Gotham said and stepped back from him. “If I were not fighting this curse every single day, with every ounce of my strength it would corrupt even the kind and the good.”

She opened her evening coat to reveal a gaping wound in her side. Blood and ectoplasm oozed from the wound, staining her dress. He could see the white of her ribs through the gore and the wound stank of rot and decay.

“I cannot heal from this injury without the ectoplasm of the Infinite Realms, yet the curse binds me to this city, to the very bricks and stone. I cannot leave. I need you and your siblings to break and shatter the anchors that hold this curse in place so I can return to the Realms.”

“And that will end the curse?”

“If only it were so easy.” Gotham looked truly tired at this point, and he could imagine how much she had been fighting, every moment of every day to keep the curse at bay.

Danny took over the explanation as Gotham recovered her injury.

“Even without the anchors, the curse will linger, and with no one to fight it would continue to worsen and spread. In a way it is like radioactive decay. It could take eons for it to fully disappear and the entire time Gotham won’t be able to heal because she’s still fighting it.”

Jason stopped to think about what they were saying. He hadn’t been Robin for years for nothing. He could be as good a detective as any of his brothers.

“You need a powerful ghost to take on the role of Gotham’s spirit to keep fighting the curse and helping the people while you heal.” Gotham smiled and nodded at him. Jason turned to Danny. “Can you-”

“I can’t take the position.” Danny shook his head with a frown. “I am the King of the Infinite Realms. My responsibilities to the rest of the cosmos are too great for me to focus my time and energy on one single city.”

Jason pondered the problem for a moment longer.

“Who else is available?” Danny gave him a knowing look, while Gotham gave him one filled with pride. “Wait, me?”

He had a hundred reasons why he couldn’t be the one to help protect his city, but it seemed that Gotham and Danny had discussed this already and were ready for him.

“Jason, you were born of this city, love this city, and fought every day for years for this city.”

“You already have such strength from fighting what you called your Pit Rage. Even with the worst of corrupted ectoplasm running through your veins you still tried to protect the people within your haunt.”

“Even as a new ghost you have power and control that is almost unheard of. You bent the entirety of the Infinite Realms to call me to your side. You learned in months what took me years to master, what most ghosts take decades to understand.”

“You have such a close connection with the defenders of this city, you could guide them and protect them as they continued the crusade to protect the people of my city.”

Danny stepped forward and put a hand on Jason’s shoulder, looking closely into his eyes.

“If you take on the role of city spirit, you could stay in Gotham, rather than having to live in the Infinite Realms. You could see your family whenever you wanted to. You could protect them from stray bullets and bend the shadows around them to keep them safe. You could guide them to those who are hurting, even those who would have been missed by the keen eyes of Gotham’s Knights.”

Jason felt overwhelmed, but he knew Danny’s words were ringing with truth. He desperately wanted to make up for his family’s blood that he had on his hands, and if he could protect them, keep them safe, it would be worth any cost, any struggle. Though there was one concern.

“What about you and Jazz?” He didn’t want to lose his new family any more than he wanted to lose his siblings. Danny gave him a smile.

“Jazz is moving her practice here. I can open portals to her or you whenever I want. You’re not going to get rid of us that easily.”

Jason nodded. Then nodded again more firmly.

“I’ll do it. Though we’re going to need help from the others if we’re going to break those anchors.”

#dp x dc #jason todd #danny fenton #jazz fenton #a shade darker than red #lady gotham

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