#and anyone with powers who looks even the slightest bit dangerous

[draconic-desire]

A Dance With the Dragon III — Opera

Yandere Neuvillette x Reader

[Part I] [Part II] [Part III — You are here]

Neuvillette enjoys bringing you to the Opera Epiclese. You, not so much.

Warnings: Implied past NSFW, typical yandere tendencies and obsessive behavior

You had grown to loathe the opera.

When Neuvillette first suggested it, you had perked up immediately. You ignored his rare smile at your excitement, knowing he believed to use this as a stepping stone to winning you over. You didn’t care; the Chief Justice was delusional if he thought you wouldn’t abuse this opportunity to escape.

Your plan, of course, was a complete failure.

Neuvillette kept a firm, guiding hand on your lower back the entire night. Even the slightest movement on your part would earn you a warning glower. He wasn’t even challenging you to act out; no, he was demanding your compliance. Bastard.

And Archons, the stares you got for it.

You knew that Neuvillette had worked his way up to being a well-respected and renowned figure, but you never expected the fanbase he had acquired. He was barraged by women and men alike, all hoping for a chance to woo, interview, or befriend Fontaine’s Chief Justice. He responded to all of their inquiries with aplomb, though you noticed his grip on your waist tighten every time an individual would glance your way, whether out of curiosity or envy.

Standing off to the side, you swirled the champagne glass clasped in your hand, opting to remove yourself from the conversation. Honestly, you were shocked he had allowed you to indulge in any alcohol with his obsession over your health. Such regulations included eliminating certain foods from your diet (“Why would anyone ever eat food that’s been deep fried?”) and drinking an ungodly amount of water each day, usually with a long conversation about its flavors.

Oh, and the physical activity, too.

With a scowl, you tipped the flute back to imbibe the rest of the champagne. Maybe if you got drunk enough, you’d have some respite from both the spotlight and your memories with him. He already seized every moment of your reality; you didn’t need him plaguing your thoughts, too.

But luck was never on your side these days.

A particularly nosy group of women had been giving you the stink eye all night, until one of them strutted up to your “date”. Despite being multiple paces away, you could hear their entire conversation. She curtsied, batting her long lashes flirtatiously. “Good evening, Monsieur Neuvillette. I am Trudaine, daughter of the Duke of Romaritime Harbor. I’ve been meaning to approach you for some time now, for who could resist such a handsome and powerful man?”

You rolled your eyes and kept chugging as Neuvillette beckoned you towards him. Before he could answer, you reluctantly closed the distance between the two of you, feeling his hand caress your lower back. Trudaine sneered as she looked you up and down. “I must inquire, who is the lady you’ve brought as your accompaniment tonight?”

Neuvillette tipped his head politely. “Greetings, Lady Trudaine. While I appreciate your flattery, I must decline your advancements. You see, Lady (Y/n) here is my wife.”

You choked on your drink.

While Neuvillette rubbed your back in a concerned manner, believing you had simply had too much to drink, Trudaine’s lip curled in disgust. “Her, a Lady?” she barked in disbelief. “Come now, Monseiur. She’s clearly nothing but a commoner, and not even one from Fontaine.”

Neuvillette’s judgmental gaze flicked down to the woman with a dangerous flash. “Lady Trudaine, I suggest you take your leave before I lose my temper.”

The Judicator’s expression must have spooked her, for she quickly shut her mouth and scurried to the safety of her friend group, no doubt to continue the gossip about you.

“My dear, are you alright?”

You waved Neuvillette away, coughing up the last bit of alcohol. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” You placed the empty glass on a nearby table; alcohol had been ruined for you for the rest of the night. “Though I don’t recall accepting your proposal, husband.”

Neuvillette ran a gloved hand through his bangs. “Ah, forgive me. Your human customs sometimes elude me. If it is a ring you seek, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

You gaped at him. “You seriously think I’m upset because you didn’t buy me a damn ring?” You pressed yourself against his chest, jabbing a finger into his robes. Neuvillette sucked in a breath, marveling at the proximity. You were actually touching him. He didn’t care in what context; he could feel your warmth, sense your heartbeat in tandem with his own. It took every ounce of his might not to rip that dress off your form and bury himself inside you.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” you whispered so as not to draw attention, “I am not, and will never be, your wife. I do not, and will never, love you. You may think us a couple, or mates, or that what you feel for me is love, but you have seaweed for brains. You have taken everything from me—my freedom, my career, my family, my vision. You have forced yourself on me and molded me into some hollow version of myself.” You gestured to your attire, all lace and frills to replace your preferred pants, to emphasize your point. “Delude yourself all you want with titles like ‘wife’ and ‘dear’ and ‘mate’, but they are nothing but empty monikers.”

The enamored look on the Justice’s face only served to prove your point. Stretching his cane horizontally behind your back and cupping your chin with the other hand, he trapped you against his form. “All in good time, my darling. Rocks may appear unbreakable, but the sea erodes them all eventually.”

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Then there was the most recent time he had taken you.

Neuvillette’s idea of a ‘compromise’ was to forgo the formalities of chit-chat for simply sitting in your (private balcony) seats until the opera began. This development saved you from the crowd, but at the cost of being alone to fend off his intimate touches. You practically snarled at him when his hand snaked up your thigh.

“Try that again in public and you’ll lose that hand.”

“Later, then.” He muttered the promise as the lights dimmed.

The opera’s plot centered on an ancient monster rescuing a sacrificed maiden. Instead of devouring her, the creature took her into his care, and their love led to the creation of the Melusines. You nearly throttled Neuvillette at the climax, when the maiden denounced the humans who sent her to die in favor of becoming an immortal with the creature. The so called “monster”, then, transformed into a handsome god of the sea.

As the curtains fell and the lights rose, you glimpsed his subtle smile. Standing abruptly from your seat, you moved towards the exit without sparing him another glance. “Don’t even fucking start.”

~*~

This time, however, you found an opportunity to turn the tables.

This time, Neuvillette had permitted you to mingle alone within the crowd in the Opera’s foyer prior to the show. Pointless chatter with the other opera goers was preferable to being alone with him, though you really knew that Neuvillette had agreed as a test of your loyalty. Although it seemed you could roam as you pleased, you knew the Iudex kept one eye on you at all times. A note slipped into a hand or a whisper for help into an ear would be detected immediately.

While you refrained from approaching others, that didn’t mean you could prevent others from approaching you.

Others like the exceptionally handsome individual striding towards you.

His azure irises soaked in your form as he ran a gloved hand through his fiery-toned hair. Once before you, he delivered a playful bow, lips pulled in a smirk. “Ah, and might I ask why a lady as stunning as yourself is standing by herself?”

You lowered the champagne glass from your lips, taking in the man’s appearance. Based on the thick fur coat slung over his shoulders and the single red earring flashing on his left ear, he certainly wasn’t from Fontaine, though he clearly possessed a good deal of wealth nonetheless.

Your eyes shifted towards the hydro vision on his hip. Your hand instinctively went to your neckline, where your own vision would have been. The only reason you hadn’t gone mad from its absence was because it was never truly far from you—that is to say, because Neuvillette was never far. Your heart ached, and somehow the fact that this man shared a hydro vision made you trust him. “And might I inquire as to who’s asking?”

The man offered you a coy smile. “Call me Tartaglia.”

Returning the smile, you sketched a brow cheekily. “That’s quite a unique name. You aren’t from around here, are you?”

“Am I really that easy to pin?” Tartaglia chuckled, blue eyes sparking mischievously. “Seems I’m losing my touch.”

“Not at all. If you ever need someone to get you acquainted with Fontaine, I’d be more than happy to oblige,” you shot back with a wink, your implications clear. Of course there was no world in which Neuvillette would ever let that happen, but you missed how fun it was to flirt—or just to even talk with—someone who wasn’t the Iudex. You’d take your fun when you could.

Tartaglia’s grin only grew at your suggestion. He offered you the second glass of champagne he held. “I noticed you might be needing another one of these, though really I just took whatever excuse I could to talk to you. Are you really here all by yourself?”

Before you could respond, your gaze subconsciously flicked around the room until it landed on the one who had brought you here. And it was then you noticed the Chief Justice glowering at you, his knuckles turning white around the goblet in his fist. The group of officials around him, though they kept prattling on, went completely ignored as his silver glare flicked between you and the mysterious redhead.

Oh, this would be good.

As Neuvillette excused himself from the conversation, your eyes met his own and a wry grin graced your lips. Blame it on the alcohol, but you were feeling bold and invincible. Like you were the one in power for once. Maybe that’s why, before Neuvillette could reach you, you leaned towards Tartaglia and purred, “It’s just you and me.”

Then you tilted your face up and kissed his cheek, the barest hint of your lips brushing against his porcelain skin. And yes, it was petty in every sense of the word, but you reveled in the furious spark of Neuvillette’s lilac irises.

No more than a second later, a shadow loomed over the two of you. Neuvillette stepped between you and Tartaglia, forcing the other man to take a large step backwards. You, on the other hand, were now partially hidden by the Chief Justice’s large frame, his left arm out to hold you behind him. His cane cracked against the floor in front of him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Tartaglia quickly recovered, looking more entertained than anything. “Woah, comrade! We were just having a bit fun! No need to spoil the mood,” he laughed.

Neuvillette’s eyes simply narrowed as he maintained his calm facade. “You will stay away from my wife.”

The redhead tipped his head, trying to get a better look at you past the Iudex. “Didn’t know I was chatting with the Chief Justice’s lady! Any chance I could convince you to share?” He laughed again, flashing sharp teeth.

Neuvillette was far from amused. “You should hope to never cross paths with me in court, Harbinger.”

Wait. Did he just say Harbinger?

You may have been locked away for four hundred years, but you’d still been informed of the Snezhnayan group of Delusion bearers and their influence (whether for better or for worse) across Teyvat in recent years. You barely had time to process that revelation as Neuvillette firmly clasped your wrist and dragged you outside.

Heavy rain had started to fall, battering the Court with its relentless downpour. Both you and Neuvillette were quickly soaked to the bone, and while you were shivering in your light gown, the Iudex whirled on you. “What exactly did you think you were doing?”

You gave a nonchalant shrug, knowing it would twist the knife even further. “What do you mean?”

“With that man,” Neuvillette said, gritting his teeth. His composed, human mask was slowly slipping, and you were in the mood to provoke the dragon beneath.

“What, I’m not allowed to talk to other men? You were the one who said I could mingle tonight.”

Neuvillette’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Talking? You kissed him, (Y/n). In front of your husband.” His tone slipped into a deep growl. “Your mate.”

Anger flaring, you went in for the kill. “Despite what you keep telling yourself, we are not actually married—”

“Silence!”

Thunder rumbled across the court so violently you swore you felt the ground shake. You gasped as the leviathan tattoo on your arm resurfaced, illuminating your face with blue magic. The authority in his voice cascaded down your spine, soaking your entire being as if you had been submerged into the depths of the darkest ocean. But no, it wasn’t just that—the rain had started to fall even harder, accompanied by gusts of wind that threatened to knock you to your knees. You could barely see five feet in front of you, but the visibility didn’t matter, since Neuvillette’s figure was as clear as day.

He was glowing.

The Hydro Dragon’s horns sparked with blue light, and his robes seemed to have expanded to create flowing waves on either side of his form. Tendrils of azure power snaked through the air around him, forming intricate patterns that resembled water droplets spiraling around one another. Blue seeped from the bottom of his cane and formed cracks through the ground that pulsed with raw energy, threatening to unleash the waters below. His irises burned as bright and silver as moonlight on a midnight sea.

Neuvillette might have been the most composed individual in all of Fontaine, but when his anger bubbled over, it was no mere flood—it was a tsunami.

You gaped at his appearance, the closest to his true draconic form you had seen to date. You suddenly felt like provoking him was your worst idea yet, but that wasn’t what scared you the most. “Did you…can you control…?”

“I am no mere water nymph or Melusine,” Neuvillette replied curly, power dripping from his body as smoothly as water. “I am the Hydro Dragon Sovereign. Water of the earth and the skies bows to me. As will you.”

You weren’t sure when you had started shaking. For the first time in a long while, your anger was doused. You looked between your tattoo and his matching glow and realized just how powerless you were without your vision and within this dragon’s clutches.

Despite all his flaws, after all your years together, Neuvillette knew how to read you. He immediately stilled, a look of panic contorting his handsome features. The ethereal glow around him faded, and the rain began to subside into a dull mist.

He wrapped you in his arms, squeezing you with desperate abandon. “My love, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me—please, forgive me.” Another shiver wracked your form, which prompted him to hold you tighter and bury his nose into your hair, exhaling deeply. “I have made a grave transgression by frightening you so dearly, but I pledge to never lose my temper in such a manner again.”

Neuvillette caressed your cheek and tilted your chin up to gaze longingly into your eyes. “You are my entire world, and I just couldn’t stand the thought of losing you.” He swiftly picked you up bridal style, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Come. I’ll draw you a warm bath with fresh sea salts. I believe we’re done here for tonight.”

Wordlessly, you let him take you home. You can’t argue with a dragon.

#yandere neuvillette x reader #neuvillette #yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin impact #reader insert #yandere #opera epiclese #fontaine #guess who makes a surprise appearance #childe #tartaglia

[magicalqueennightmare]

Not Exactly Lying

Butcher pushes about what exactly happened when he left you to watch after Ben....uh Soldier Boy (Reminder that reader has a nickname/supe name of Blaze due to her power being pyrokinesis)

Part 2 to Not Exactly Babysitting

Cursing, Violence, Alcohol Consumption, lewd acts, NSFW, angry sex, angst (I think that's all)

You were having a hard time keeping up with the news where Annie and Ben were concerned. Every other channel had something containing Starlight or Soldier Boy. You were just trying to stay off the radar. You would text Kimiko or Frenchie when they checked in with you but besides that you hadn't had much contact with any of the boys. Well Butcher had called quite a few times but you always managed to dodge his calls.

You'd been hotel hopping, paying in cash and staying anywhere you could for the simple fact Homelander knew you ran with the boys if he got it into his head that you could be used against any of them? Well you weren't taking the chance. You were supposed to meet Maeve for a drop of cash, she'd been helping you but when she texted instead to tell you she'd dropped the envelope off with Butcher at the office you almost decided to take your chances getting money out of the bank instead.

You walked up the stairs slowly, praying that maybe anyone else would be there also. You would kill to see MM or Frenchie hell even Hughie who you knew would never do anything besides listen to Butcher. You stopped just outside the door and took a deep breath before pushing it open. There was two lamps on so the room was mainly in shadows, Butcher was sitting on the leather couch in front of one of the tall windows working on a bottle of bourbon.

No one else was in the room and you felt your stomach knot. He glanced up at you and half smiled "Hello Luv. I'm guessing you're here for what Maeve dropped off?" You nodded, walking past the empty desks to come to stand in front of him "You, Annie and Ben are making headlines. I don't need that asshole deciding I'm worth going after again" he cut his eyes up at your words. The metal of the pendant he wore was a stark contrast to the black button up shirt he had on.

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Your eyes flicked down to his chest, taking in the expanse of chest that was visible. Butcher was a lot of things, unattractive was not one of them. "Ben, huh?" You realized your slip up but shrugged nonchalantly "Him and Annie both kind of have Homelander staying on his toes" he nodded, raising his eyes to meet yours "I never did ask how you and him passed the time when I got you to watch after him"

You refused to let yourself squirm under his harsh gaze, you'd faced worse than an interrogation by Billy Butcher. His hazel eyes studied your face and you knew he was looking for the slightest of slip as to if you were lying to him. You reached for his glass which he let you take, quickly downing the rest of the bourbon. "I read a few books, he watched a few movies. We went through like six takeout place menus and then I took the bed and he took the couch"

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He nodded before standing up. You tracked his movements the entire time, stepping back a half step to give a bit of room between the two of you. The height difference and the way your stomach flipped at the look in his eyes made an entirely different face flash through your memory. "Can I ask one thing then Blaze" you raised an eye at him calling you Blaze instead of your name or a simple Luv or sweetheart. "Ask Butch"

He took a step towards you and you forced your feet to remain in place. You weren't in any actual danger from Billy, you knew that for a fact. He was standing over you, your faces mere inches from each other as he asked "Why was there scorch marks on the bed?"

You knew your features were schooled but your mind raced. Damn Ben had promised he'd make a believable lie. "Don't know, must have had a nightmare" he nodded "That's what he said too" you shrugged "See? So what's your issue here Billy? What's the attitude and the whole sitting in a darkened room waiting on me to show up?" He took a deep breath "Did he hurt you?"

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You felt yourself deflate, the anger you'd felt building quickly dissolved. That was why he'd called you so much, why he had others checking in so much. You shook your head "No Billy. Ben didn't hurt me" He nodded slowly "Did ya fuck that cunt?" Damn, that anger of yours managed to flare right back up in that instant "What?"

He took another step towards you, close enough you weren't sure if the bourbon you tasted was on your own tongue or if it was from his breath. You felt your power threaten to flow out and it took everything in you to reign it in as you said "So let me get this straight, you haven't sought me out face to face in weeks then you sit here all melodramatic and acting like you care if I'd been hurt just to in turn ask me if I fucked him?"

He gave you a slight smirk "I do care about you luv. That's why I asked if he hurt ya. But I know ya too, if ya hadn't fucked him you would've already swung on me" your hands were practically trembling with how angry you were, flames began to dance across your fingertips. "Since when is it any of your business what I do Billy? As long as I answer when you call that's all you give a damn about right?"

He grabbed your hand and you started to snatch away, despite your anger you didn't want to hurt him but the flames weren't effecting him even as they danced over his skin. Your eyes went from your hand to his face "What the fuck did you do?" "Give us an edge over Homelander. Make sure that bastard burns for what he did to Becca, what he did to you"

You snatched away from him finally, shaking your head "You took that temp v shit Annie told me about" He smiled "It works" You shoved him back with both hands on his chest, he slid backwards but not as much as he should've had he not been using that shit. He was a supe, temp or not. Never thought you'd see the day.

"That shit is experimental, you don't know what the fuck it could be doing to your insides! Billy it could fucking kill you!" The bastard had the nerve to shrug one shoulder and throw your own words back at you "Since when is it any of your business what I do?"

Without thinking you swung on him and connected a hard punch to his jaw. He stumbled just slightly and rubbed a hand over his jaw "Damn I'm glad I've never pissed you off bad enough before, would've broke my damn jaw" "I should break your fucking jaw! God dammit Butcher you know better than to fuck around with bullshit from Vought!"

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He smirked "I don't know I've been fucking around with you for a while now" you started to swing on him again but he caught your wrist. You stared him down and noticed how his eyes flicked down towards your lips, was this turning the asshole on?

"That what the issue is here isn't it Butch?" He raised an eyebrow in question so you pushed "You're not mad I fucked Ben, you could give a damn less as long as it was consensual. You're mad I fucked him and turned you down when you got back that day. You're mad that had you kissed me you would've been tasting Ben's cock" considering he still had your wrist you decided to see how far you could push him.

You used your free hand to slip around his neck, pulling him closer to you "That the problem Billy? Do you want to fuck me so bad that you'd go through all the dramatics instead of just asking for a fuck? Or are you worried I'll be comparing you to Ben, thinking about his cock while yours is inside of me"

A sinister grin slipped onto his face "Luv I'd fuck the thought of good old soldier boy right out of ya" "Don't think you're man enough for the job" you raised an eyebrow as you taunted him.

He dropped your wrist in favor of slipping an arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest "Say what you want here Blaze" you pulled him down to where your lips were almost touching "At the moment? I want you" he smirked slightly before his lips crashed against yours in a searing kiss.

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He groaned into your mouth when you tugged roughly at the hair at the back of his head, deepening the kiss. Both of his hands went to your hips pulling a gasp from you when he slipped them under your ass and easily lifted you into his arms. Billy had always been strong as hell but the temp v made it where lifting you was as easy as lifting a feather. You wrapped your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss as he walked backwards to the couch he'd been sitting on and dropped you roughly onto the cushions.

You pulled him down with you, fumbling for the buttons on his shirt while he found the hem of yours. The two of you broke away from each other long enough for Billy to toss his shirt across the room then pull yours over your head and toss it as well. The look in his eyes darkened even more as he looked down at you, the chain around his neck dangling as he left another kiss against your lips before then across your jaw to attack your neck, kissing and biting across the sensitive skin there in a way that had your hips bucking up against his.

"Easy luv. Don't want ya screaming my name just yet" he muttered against your skin and you swallowed twice before biting back "Don't flatter yourself Butch" when his lips found your clothed breast he bit down harshly on one of them causing you to bite into your bottom lip in an effort to not make any sound yet.

He glanced up at you as he pushed the cloth down off your breast, exposing the skin to his lips. He gingerly kissed the area he'd bit maintaining eye contact with you "I know you better than that cunt ever could. I know everything you like and just how to get you off" You moved your hips impatiently "Less talking" he chuckled darkly as he kissed down your stomach stopping just shy of the waistband of your jeans.

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He unbuttoned your jeans and tapped your hips so you would raise them off the couch far enough he could slip your jeans off along with your panties. He gave you one of those smiles you'd always hated and loved from him before he lowered his mouth to your core.

The first lick was tentative, teasing but when the bastard managed to pull a whimper from your lips he gripped your hips roughly, holding them down to the couch and effectively keeping them spread. "Easy Butch. You have supe strength" you reminded him breathlessly and his grip loosened just a bit before he attacked your clit, licking and sucking the spot that made your eyes roll back into your head.

You moaned his name as he worked you closer to that edge and damn him when that building tension finally burst and your legs began to shake he didn't slow his movements any. Before you could come down fully from one orgasm he slipped two fingers in along with his tongue and found that spot deep inside of you, curling his fingers to tease over it.

"Fuck Billy" you moaned, pleasure making your vision go soft around the edges as another orgasm washed over you. You felt flames flicker to life on your fingertips but Billy simply moved his hands from your hips to your hands, smothering the flames with his skin as he worked you through your orgasm then finally broke away from your body.

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You stared down at him feeling your entire lower half quivering from his touch "God damn you Butcher" he ran his thumbs over your hands, a slight smile slipping onto his face "You are always such a sweet talker Y/N"

You groaned flipping your hands up to grip his wrist "You want sweet talk? Get your pants off and fuck me like you mean it" he didn't say another word, simply leaned up far enough to kick his pants off then was moving back up your body to catch your lips in a rough kiss that was all teeth and tongue.

You felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh and reached down between your bodies to run your fingers across him, he broke away from your lips to bury his face into your neck "Like that luv"

You wrapped your hand around him, lining him up with your opening "Fuck me Billy" when he pushed into you a low moan escaped you both "Feel fucking amazing" he cursed as he started to roll his hips against yours, testing to see if you were ready for him to move. When your response was to wrap your legs around his waist that must have been the go ahead he needed because he pulled almost all the way out just to slam back into you.

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He gave you a few hard thrusts but when he moved his hips just right the angle meant the head of his cock had found that spot inside of you. He bit down on your neck as he groaned "There's no way you're coming again" you couldn't exactly form a coherent response so you simply moaned "Fuck, just don't stop Butch"

You were so damn close, that familiar knot began to build in your stomach and when Billy slipped a hand between you to rub tight circles onto your clit your vision went white as another orgasm washed over you.

He fucked you through that orgasm and when your head cleared you could feel that he was holding back. You reached a hand up to cup the side of his face, nails grazing his beard "Fuck me harder Billy. You know me, I'm not gonna fucking break. I want you to come"

"Tell me if it's too much?" He asked through gritted teeth and you nodded. His thrusts got harder and deeper, he hooked your legs over his arms giving himself an even better angle. You knew he was close by how his thrusts began to stutter and could feel yourself heading for another orgasm.

When he finally came, burying himself deep inside of you the feeling of him finding his release was enough to shove you over that edge a fourth time.

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He was holding his weight on his arms and your lower half to avoid crushing you as both of you worked to catch your breath. He leaned down to press another kiss to your lips before pulling out. You groaned at the loss of contact but gave yourself a few breaths before you sat up looking around for your clothes.

Billy watched you as you gathered your clothes and headed for the bathroom. You weren't expecting meaningful conversation but neither of you spoke a word.

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Once you were cleaned up and fully dressed down to your boots you walked back out of the bathroom to find Billy standing just outside the door. He had a big envelope in his hand and held it out "I care enough that I don't like the thought of someone hurting you. We may need you when this all comes to a head" You took the envelope and nodded "If Ben's certain he can burn the compound v out that asshole it would be my pleasure to be there when he dies"

He nodded and stepped closer to you "Watch your back and if you need anything call" You half smiled "Is this where I'm supposed to believe you'd answer?" A look of almost guilt passed through his eyes "Am I that bad you think I wouldn't help you if you needed it?"

You shook your head "No Billy. I just know if it comes to vengeance for Becca or helping me I come second. We all know that and have for years. I don't take it to heart Billy. It just is what it is" you kissed his cheek before turning to walk out.

You heard him call himself a cunt under his breath but kept walking. You needed a shower and some sleep.

The next night you were nearly asleep when your phone started ringing. You fumbled for it half expecting to see Frenchie or MM's caller id. When you didn't recognize the number you answered it with a cautious "Hello?"

Ben's voice hit your ears "Y/N, we need to talk" you swallowed hard "Face to face or over the phone good?" You asked and he said "Can you meet me at Butchers office?" You nodded then thought about the fact that you were on the phone "Yeah. Meet ya in twenty" then hung up

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You hadn't expected Ben to look so damn normal. He was wearing jeans, a black t-shirt under a leather jacket with boots. He was leaning against the doorway and pushed off when he saw you "Thanks for coming" you nodded then motioned at the door "I have a key if you wanna go in?" He shook his head "I found something out and it only seemed right to tell you"

You nodded "What is it?" He seemed almost nervous? Which was weird in itself. "They did a lot of experiments on me, took samples of everything. I didn't know what it was for until me, Butcher and Hughie went after Mindstorm" "ok?" You asked and he took a deep breath "He's my kid" "Who?" You started to ask but stopped dead in your tracks, the icy realization hitting you hard.

You stumbled a few steps back from him "That son of a bitch is your son?" He reached for your arm but flames flicked up it, your powers trying to protect you without you even trying "Blaze I'm not going to hurt you" you shook your head "Your kid already hurt me enough. Are you turning on Butcher? On all of us? Are you gonna go save your rapist son?"

He shook his head "Hell no. For one, I'm a man of my word, I said I'd help take him down and I will. For two, I've seen the scars of what he did to you. I'm going to kill him son or not but I wanted you to know" "Why?" You asked concentrating on snuffing the flames out on your skin as he shrugged "Just felt like I should" you nodded slowly "What now?"

"I'm headed back to the hotel I'm crashing at. Are you safe to get back to yours?" You nodded "Yeah" he reached for your arm and this time you let him. When his fingers closed around your arm he used the other hand to brush your hair back out of your face "You'll see him dead. I promise" you finally met his gaze, those green eyes holding you in place "I'll hold you to it" he almost smiled at your words "I wouldn't expect any less out of you"

@deans-spinster-witch

@what-the-hellamidoing

#billy butcher x you #billy butcher x female reader #billy butcher x reader #the boys fanfic #the boys fandom #previous #soldier boy x female reader

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Kuai Liang Would Include:

Kuai Liang was extremely dangerous as a yandere if he has feelings for you. He was loyal, and caring, yet obsessive and jealous, not to mention possessive. He was known for his short temper as well when it came to his significant other being around other men. If he deemed a person as a threat, he would not hesitate to get rid of them by any means necessary. In his eyes, no one was worthy of having you besides him.

Well at first, he would seem quite stern and distant from you. You would notice him always trying to figure you out, but he wouldn't tell you anything much. He would be like this for maybe a few months, but one day- He snapped. You say something that rubs him the wrong way, or you seem to be flirting with someone else, or you just do something he doesn't like. His facade slips and it's clear he likes you. He would try to control himself and keep it quiet, but eventually, he would cave.

In addition, he was extremely clingy as well. He always wanted to be with his beloved, constantly watching over you and never letting you out of his sight. He was known for his intense displays of jealousy when another approached you and for his temper flare-ups whenever you showed interest in a person other than himself. In short, he was an obsessive, jealous, possessive, and dangerous person to cross when it came to matters of the heart.

Kuai Liang was loyal and dedicated to you, but this could be a double-edged sword. He was willing to do anything and everything to protect you and make you happy, but he could also be incredibly possessive at the same time. He wanted you all to himself, and he wouldn't tolerate any other guy in the picture. He was obsessively jealous and protective of you, and he would go to extreme measures to keep you safe. On the other hand, if he deemed you the slightest bit unfaithful, he could become volatile and lash out in anger.

Kuai Liang was overprotective. He would do anything to protect you and keep you safe. If someone hurt you, he would do everything in his power to make sure that person regretted the day they met you. He was known for being extremely aggressive and even violent towards anyone who hurt you or tried to get in the way of the two of you. No one would ever bother you because they knew the consequences of harming you, but mostly because they feared Kuai Liang.

Kuai Liang could also be manipulative when he was in such a state. He would not hesitate to manipulate and deceive you if he felt like it would get him what he wanted from you. Also, he was quick to anger and had a short temper, which made it easier for him to get angry quickly. His feelings were often intense, so he was unpredictable with how he would react, sometimes being overly affectionate and loving, but other times being emotionally cold and distant. He is possessive to an obsessive degree and would not tolerate anyone touching you or making you uncomfortable.

He'll make you feel guilty anytime you are not with him or didn't text him immediately when he asks. He would use every advantage against you, trying to make himself look like the victim whenever possible. He would try to twist the situation to make you seem like you were being unreasonable or inconsiderate. If you refused to do something, he would use guilt tripping and gaslighting to try to get his way. If all of this failed, he would eventually resort to threats or emotional manipulation.

Kuai Liang was extremely possessive in a scary way. He was not only possessive of your time and attention, but he was also possessive of your body. He would not tolerate anyone else even looking at you without his permission. He was quick to defend against any other man who showed interest. In his eyes, you were his, and he would defend that claim in any way possible. This also included not letting you wear certain clothes that may attract attention from other men. He had to be the center of your life.

Kuai craves total control and submission. once he has his eye upon you, he will do anything and go to any length to keep you at his mercy. he wants every aspect of your life at his fingertips. From finances to social media, Kuai wants to know what his lover is doing, who you’re talking to, and where you’re going at all times. he also wants to know any intimate details about you and your life, no matter how private or personal.

He knows how to use guilt and fear to get what he wants. he can be very skilled at gaslighting his lover, he also has a tendency to be controlling and coercive, using threats to make you comply with whatever he says/asks you. he’s also very good at making arguments and is quite persuasive, especially when he knows he has the upper hand.

Kuai can be very vindictive and vengeful when he feels like he’s been wronged, even if the person involved was innocent or made a simple mistake. He will go to extreme lengths to get back at the person who he thinks wronged him—including harassing, stalking, blackmailing, and even causing physical harm. He will also hold onto grudges for long periods of time, even if the original slight was minor or trivial. this can lead to dangerous situations, as Kuai will not stop until he feels satisfied.

While Kuai can appear to be loving and protective on the surface, his obsessive and possessive nature often hides hidden depths of insanity. When he feels threatened or betrayed, he can become cold and callous, often displaying symptoms of narcissistic personality disorder and other mental health disorders. Under this facade, Kuai's deep sense of insecurities and feelings of inadequacy manifest in his desire for control over you, and a paranoid need to keep you close by. this can lead to him becoming violent and unpredictable, as he lashes out in blind rage and seeks to regain his control.

Kuai has a low emotional intelligence which can lead to communication issues between him and you. He struggles to recognize and acknowledge his own emotions, let alone understand the feelings of others. This can lead to him acting impulsively or irrationally, saying things he doesn't mean, and having a hard time managing his outbursts. Kuai's inability to regulate his emotions can also lead him to do things that he wouldn't normally do, and this can cause serious harm to both himself and you. he often finds it difficult to understand other people's perspectives, and often blames himself for situations.

In some cases, he may even kidnap you and lock you away in a secluded location in order to keep you completely under his control. This creates a sense of danger and thrill for him, which fuels his desire to keep you close despite the risk involved.

As a yandere, he obviously has an unhealthy obsession with you; He needs you more than anything else in the world. You are the center of his universe and everything you do or say is important to him. He is desperate to keep you by his side at all times and will do whatever it takes to ensure that.

If you try to escape or resist his advances, he may become enraged and respond with physical abuse or sexual coercion to force you into submission. He may also engage in gaslighting tactics to make you question your own sanity and beliefs, making you believe that you truly do want and need Kuai just as much as he needs you.

If you ever tried to break up with him or expressed any desire to leave him, \he may become enraged and lash out at you violently. He'll react negatively and not care what he does to you in that moment, as a way of trying to maintain control over you and prevent you from leaving him. His delusional mindset convinces him that he is justified in his actions because he is the only one who truly loves you and deserves to have you by his side. In his twisted logic, killing you would not be seen as a crime but rather a necessary act of self-defense to protect the sanctity of your relationship.

If someone tries to intervene and stop him from carrying out his plans, he'll see them as a threat that needs to be eliminated. He'll become increasingly desperate and unhinged, resorting to violent tactics in order to remove any obstacles standing in his way. He'll frame the interferer as a stalker or worse in order to discredit them and make it easier for him to get away with his actions.

If you agree to marry him, he sees it as the ultimate symbol of your commitment and devotion to each other. It is something that he has always dreamt of and longed for, and it would make him feel like he had finally won your heart and soul. However, this can also increase his level of possessiveness and obsession, making him even more determined to protect your union from any potential threats.

He sees having children with you as the ultimate expression of your love and devotion to each other. He may become extremely excited and eager to start a family, feeling like it solidifies your bond and makes your relationship even stronger. He may become extremely possessive over the pregnancy, refusing to let you do anything that may harm the baby. During the birth process, he becomes extremely overprotective and controlling, refusing to let any medical professionals interfere or influence the delivery in any way. He'll also become extremely possessive over the newborn child, seeing it as another extension of your love and loyalty towards him.

Fetish play – using specific materials like leather, latex, or silk to enhance the experience for him.

Voice kink/Dirty talk - coaxing, encouraging, and degrading you during sex is incredibly arousing for him. He loves calling you filthy, nasty, and vile things while pleasuring you, or telling you exactly how much he plans to take advantage of your body.

Cum Play - He also loves giving you a big ole' gooey load shot directly onto your stomach, chest, face, or wherever else he feels like it, leaving you covered in his seed.

Edging - He loves experimenting with different types of edging techniques, like teasing you with a vibrator or his fingers until you're practically begging for release, only to pull back at the last second and start the process all over again.

Spanking – there's just something so deliciously wrong to him that he wants without fear of causing any real harm. He loves the look of pure submission and desire that crosses his partner's face when he starts spanking, and the sound of skin smacking against his palm is like music to his ears.

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello i miss you. I cant help but feel excited when your request box is open. This is my request can you make yandere ror x kanae kocho reader. They really love her being down to earth but also fierce and powerful and elegant in battle.

Ror gods poseidon, beelzebub, hades, thor, hercules, hermes, loki and buddha

Ror humans lubu, jack the ripper, nikola tesla, qin shi huang

-Graceful and quiet, those were common words used to describe you, as well as dangerous and not to be underestimated.

-Looking at you, not many would believe that you were a warrior, you were rather petite and looked very gentle, but to those who knew you and have witnessed your combat skills, knew that you were way stronger than you looked.

-You were rather reserved, not really conversing with others, and if you did speak, it was the bare minimum unless if it was someone that you knew and were comfortable with, like your elder adoptive sisters.

-You adored your sisters, as they rescued you when you were a child, where you had abandoned your emotions to survive, your mind breaking and they spent years helping you heal as well as training you to be a strong warrior with the Demon Slayer Corps that operated under Lord Hades.

-You liked your work, as you would follow your orders without fail, usually with information gathering, but you were able to handle yourself if you were attacked.

-It wasn’t until you took a bodyguard mission after some demons had been reported in the area that you opened up a bit more when your client, (Love), was impressed with your skills when the demon had attacked the two of you as you reacted quickly.

-You had been injured, only minor wounds, but when he picked you up princess style, your eyes were wide in shock, “Why did you pick me up?”

-Your confusion and shock made him curious as he took you back to his place, patching you up, which you did thank him for before he asked you what you were going to do now.

-You pulled out your coin, something your sisters gave to you to help you make decisions, showing it to him and explaining it as you began to fiddle with it, going to make your decision.

-He grabbed your hands, making you hold the coin between them, “Make decisions for yourself- not because a coin told you to.” You had never heard such words before from another person and it was like your whole world opened up.

-You spent time with him, more and more, and your sisters were stunned, seeing you actively smiling and hanging out with someone because you wanted to!

-You weren’t aware, but they had a quiet word with (Love), threatening him not to hurt you as you had dealt with enough, something he learned after spending time with you, and he felt himself being drawn more and more to you until he never wanted to be apart.

-The day he approached you with a single red rose, which made your eyes go wide and your face flushed as he asked you to go on a date with him. Your bashful reaction was rather adorable, and it was one of those fond memories (Love) seared into his head.

-Adores you and treats you like a delicate flower, even though he knows you can handle yourself. He will take your bags if you have any, offering you the job of holding his hand instead, won’t hesitate to defend you from anyone, and is your biggest cheerleader when you fight. If you are fighting against a demon, despite knowing that you are strong, he always worries because you are important to him. Showers you with love and loves to see you smile, because seeing you happy warms his heart, and he never wants to go a day without make you smile.

            -Hermes, Loki, Buddha, Hercules, Nikola, and Qin Shi Huang

-Fiercely defends you from others, putting his own safety on the line to keep you safe, despite telling him not to, as you didn’t want him to get hurt against the demons who invaded Valhalla. If someone insults you, like calling you stoic or emotionless, or telling you to smile or interact more, he’s hands on sight and doesn’t tolerate the slightest bit of disrespect being aimed at you. Knows that you are strong and that you are a skilled warrior, but he always worries when you fight because he doesn’t want to lose you. You are the light of his life and one of the few people who mean the most to him. If you give him affection he will melt but will always deny it afterwards, which you found adorable.

-Poseidon, Jack, Beelzebub, Hades, Thor, and Lu Bu

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror hermes #ror loki #ror buddha #ror heracles #ror nikola tesla #ror qin shi huang #ror poseidon #ror jack the ripper #ror beelzebub #ror hades #ror thor #ror lu bu

[ahuublog]

dating todoroki yosuke

todoroki scares the shit out of you at first meeting

it’s red dawn and you’re in front of your house to open the door

and when you turn around, you see him, standing as a statue on the corner of the street and staring at you

he has his poker-face

you’re scared

but it’s not that dark and you’re not that clever (you think so), so you decide that the best way to understand what the hell is going on is to ask him directly

but he runs away and you’re not able to get him no matter how much you want to

luckily nothing strange happens that night

but you notice him some days later when you come home again

and when he starts coming to you with this aggressive face, you’re pretty ready to fight for your life

but he passes you and kicks two guys who appeare hell knows from where

so in the end: you’re completely lost and understand nothing, todoroki has a scrape on his cheek and guys are well beaten

it turns out (while he threatens them and they say they won’t come near you anymore) that their gang was said that you’re a woman who sells drugs and you’re interfered in some problems and so on, but the informant gave them the wrong person and you just look very similar

and as this problem with drugs was important for many schools, todoroki decided to talk with this woman himself

but you’re not her

and when he noticed that you were followed

well, that’s why he was following you – he was not scaring you, he was frightening off these bastards

it’s alright right now

when he briefly describes this situation to you, you don’t even have time to thank him properly

he just says “it’s done” and leaves

damn it you think

but you somehow manage to suggest he’s from oya high

and you tend to think you’re a polite person

so you come there to thank him

does anyone know who put the whole school on it? yeah it’s you

these boys are too stunned to speak cause you’re just standing in the middle of the yard and looking for someone to ask how to find this man

luckily for you fujio (you think he’s rather cute) freaks out and shows you the way

and well

all school freaks out too because todoroki spills out his juice when he sees you

you smile sincerely and thank him finally

you look at each other, he’s with his a little bit more shocked poker face and you’re with shining eyes

and well you’re a bit confused cause the whole damn school looks at your too and you hear someone whispers “has our todoroki found a girlfriend?”

and guess what

you escape

you notice him following you on your way back home for the whole week

you know he knows you know he’s looking after you

and you also know he doesn’t stalk, just makes sure you’re okay

that continues for a week more

until you stop, turn back and ask him if he’s hungry

to be honest, you grow to like being the cause of his hardly noticeable shocked face

but you feed him dinner anyway

he doesn’t talk, just eats and sometimes peeks at you

you just laughs silently

so you invite him home more and more often

the more it continues, the longer he stays

he starts talking

so one day he leaves around midnight cause you two got lost in the conversation

fujio faints when you two start dating

it’s like

you two seat there with reserved looks on your faces

you read, he reads

you don’t talk

but when someone from oya (expect for todoroki’s friends) makes a slightest way up to you, he glares at them so fiercely that it’s just killing

you literally don’t know if you’re pleased with his protectiveness or you should interfere each time or otherwise he’ll definitely kill someone

it’s not abusive protectiveness by the way

he just knows that gangs are dangerous

you saw his devil fight mode for the first time when some drunk man offends you

and well you truly have to put all your power to keep your man away from killing

it’s well-known he’s crazy in his devil mode

and well it seems that this mood has one more case for appearing

cause when kisses you

damn it, it’s boiling

he’s so passionate

like you feel he tries to hold back cause he doesn’t want to do anything against your will or scary your or anything else

but his desire just shows off whenever you touch him, kiss him or just stay near

it’s not something dirty, he's just overwhelmed with his feelings

when he reads and you take a book from his hands, take off his glasses, slick back his hair and kiss him firstly on eyelids and then on lips

he losses it

he’s far from this cute and always cuddling and so boyfriend, but you want him as he is

it’s you who say “i’m in love with you” the first

he’s too stunned to say anything again

but he catches up after

#todoroki yosuke #high and low #high and low the worst #high and low the worst x #high and low todoroki yosuke #todoroki yosuke x reader #todoroki yosuke x y/n

[watarigarasu]

Inversion

Pairing: All Might x Reader/All Smite x Reader Word count: 2,275 Warnings: Violence Synopsis: All Might's mind gets corrupted by an unknown villain and it is now your turn to try to save him.

Faint taste of blood lingered on your tongue when you bit into your chapped lips once again. Unfortunately, the overwhelming nervousness made you feel nauseous and no amount of biting the skin off your lips or fingernails, nor the prolonged trembling of your cold fingers were enough to bring you even the slightest amount of relief. It was as if the fear itself was somehow trapped inside of your body—now seemingly so fragile and vulnerable to every noise and motion—ingrown underneath your skin and bones.

Freezing, sticky terror gluing your senses all together into the mindless pulp.

Loud thud echoed in the spacious room you were currently waiting in, causing you to jolt abruptly at the sudden interference with your circling train of thoughts. Every minute seemed to be taking years to pass, being too long and so short at the same time, or at least that’s what you thought when the soft, comforting voice spoke in the earbud nestled in your left ear. 

“Everything’s ready. Are you absolutely certain about that?”

Why did the preparations take them so long and why did the confirmation reach you so fast? You were definitely far from ready, you were never going to be truly ready for such a task, that’s why you clicked a small button on the earbud and answered, tongue dry like a sandpaper:

“Yes. Let me in.”

Another thud. Heavy and loud, as if something fell down onto the metal floor of the room which was right next to you, separated by the various layers of protective materials—all of them created to keep the most dangerous villains in reins and hold back their destructive powers.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, wondering if maybe you could still go back. Naturally, nobody would force you inside the cell—this cell—and yet you were perfectly aware that there was not a single person in this country or even Earth who had the slightest chances of succeeding in the upcoming persuasions. Sending anyone else there was equal of signing their obituary and even though your brain was desperately looking for other ways to stop this madness, the conclusion was always the same.

No one but you.

He has never loved anyone more than you.

Clenching and unclenching your fists you took a few deep breaths, hoping to gain a little bit of courage from the act. Waiting was pointless, both you and the countless amount of armored heroes securing the building knew about it and so, you took a first step and then another, until your hand was placed on the knob.

“Open it when you’re ready,” the voice in your ear instructed. “Your fingerprints are now in the system, the locks will let you in.”

Another thud from behind the door and you closed your eyes, fighting to regain composure. You couldn’t get inside with jelly legs, teary eyes and trembling voice—you had to negotiate, stay confident about your ground and most importantly, convince the villain to give up.

It had to be you.

Eventually, you quickly turned the knob and the door went open, allowing you to step into the windowless cell before closing behind you and locking itself so any attempt of escape would be fruitless. Not that the villain could physically reach it at the moment, no, the straps glowing with faint red light were currently preventing any rapid movements by holding his body flat on the empty bunk bed. Hearing your entrance, he turned his head to face you, slowly eyeing your silhouette from head to toes as if he was trying to imprint it inside his brain. In any other circumstances you would be glad to see him, cheerful and happy even, wanting nothing more than to embrace him and leave a kiss on his high cheekbone, right now, however, you were barely containing the shiver that slipped down your spine like a vicious serpent—now, that it weren’t his eyes looking at you.

“Ah!” All Might chuckled, the low tone of his voice unchanged. “I was wondering when they will send you to me.”

He knew who you were, just as the doctor warned you before starting this whole ridiculousness—he had told you that the villain who took over All Might’s body could most likely gain the knowledge from his most recent memories. Undoubtedly, All Might’s will was not easy to break and so it gave you a glint of hope that he won’t read all of them like an open book. You, however, were one of the most vivid ones, occupying his thoughts every single day, his feelings for you flooding his heart and so, hiding them reminded an attempt to cover the sun with a blanket. Even if your face, your identity remained hidden from the direct view for your safety, your presence in his life was warming and lightening up all his memories since he met you.

And so, when you stepped inside the cell, the villain immediately knew who you were by the thrill of excitement growing in his broad chest.

“They sent you to speak to my conscience, right?” he mocked, the words leaving past his lips so much unlike the man you loved. “Or maybe in hopes of your pathetic begging convincing me to refrain from committing atrocities?”

You remained silent, observing the way his chest rose and fell when he was breathing. There was blood dried on his temple—the only sign of the fight he pulled with Pro Heroes before they managed to capture him. Or did he allow them to, you wondered, considering how All Might’s strength overpowered everyone else. Could getting there be part of his plan?

“Who are you?” you asked, still not moving from the place you stood on. “How should I address you now?”

“Don’t you know this already?” He raised a sharp eyebrow. “Am I not the love of your life anymore?”

“You’re not him.”

“Still, I own his body.”

And powers, you added but didn’t say it out loud and instead pointed out:

“Not for long.”

All Might clicked his tongue and turned the head to look up at the ceiling. His blonde hair were slightly disheveled, perhaps from the struggling and trying to escape by ripping the straps with sheer strength and failing—much to your relief. It only proved that he could not completely control the body he possessed but didn’t exclude the possibility of it happening soon either. You had to think quickly.

“What do you want?” you finally asked.

“What else could I possibly want?” he shrugged. “Right now I possess everything a man could ever  dream of—power, wealth, reputation and a sweet little thing like you warming my bed.”

It was not easy to keep your emotions restrained while being faced with such words. Although you were looking at him, at the man you knew so well and loved so dearly, it felt like he was not there, behind those piercing blue eyes of his. It wasn’t him and no matter how wrong it seemed, you had to remain calm and collected, paying no mind to the tremble in your voice and cold sweat on your palms.

“Wishful thinking,” you stated and handled the weight of his gaze, once again placed upon you. “I suppose I have to remind you that it’s not me, nor any other hero you’re dealing with, but All Might himself. He may allow you to take control for now, but once you cross the line, he will stop you. You seriously don’t think you can do as you please, do you?”

You could see his jaw clench which proved that you made a fair point. Although you could not see it on your own eyes, you knew that All Might was fighting to regain control over his body. Sooner or later he was going to win and all you had to do was to buy him some time—and perhaps try to trigger the right reaction.

You took a step further and then another one, until you were close enough to have him reach you, if not for the bounds restraining his arms. Giving him your best stern look, you took a deep breath.

“I will have you know that there’s no such thing as power, wealth nor reputation in your possession right now. And especially, not me. You’re but a thief, unable to achieve anything on your own.”

You could sense the change in the air as it grew heavier or the temperature was rising for some unknown reason. The villain was already tensed when he was brought there and therefore vulnerable for the emotional attack. The lack of composure was visible through his flared nostrils and lack of words. Still, he kept watching you carefully, not missing a single movement.

The room seemed to vibrate when he suddenly chuckled, startling you. It was not unexpected but rather unpleasant, considering the situation you were currently in. You wished it would all be over, that you could embrace him and listen to his soothing, deep voice as he would awkwardly pat your head. Unfortunately, there was no sign of your lover behind the reluctant gaze.

“How naïve of you to think you’ll break my will by some empty threats,” he laughed. “Were you trying to make me feel lesser? Scare me? Or maybe try to hurt my pride? I have long abandoned those useless features you consider valuable—I simply don’t care how you see me and whatever you or your colleagues think of my actions. Whatever happens, you will remain obedient and submissive to the society who sent you to me like a lamb to the slaughter. You will care about the opinions of other people, you will fight for your place in this world and die as nobody. Another spare part of the glorious system we all grew under. You cannot escape this fate, not as long as you’re a cog in the perfectly polished machine—and you can and will be replaced.”

You did not even manage to analyze his words, to think of an answer to all that unexpected monologue, before he abruptly got up, tearing the bounds into pieces with the sheer strength and in the blink of an eye grabbed your throat, squeezing it firmly but not tightly enough to strangle.

Panic rose in your heart—no matter how violently you were trying to scratch his hand or pull it away from your neck, All Might (no, the villain in All Might’s body) did not even notice your struggles. Apparently he was waiting for that moment from the very beginning and it was not you who were trying to buy some time but him instead. Whether he was pushing the real All Might’s consciousness to the depths of the mind or waiting for the right moment, you could not tell. All that mattered now was how terrified you were while looking in the eyes of the love of your life and seeing nothing but malevolence.

It’s not him, it’s not him, it’s not him, you repeated in your mind over and over, desperate to soothe the terror but to no avail. Somewhere in the back of your head, you heard the faint noise of an alarm ringing behind the closed door as the chaos must have started by the villain’s sudden actions. Were they going to call more heroes to save you? Would any of them actually try to fight and defeat All Might?

What if he killed you before anyone would get the chance to get close to you?

“Listen carefully,” he hissed, now the wide smile spreading his lips in a malicious manner as he stood firmly on his own legs, still holding you by the throat as if you weight nothing more than a feather. “They were all so serious while I was restrained but now everyone is running like panicked chickens after you cut their heads off!” He laughed again and now you could sense the honest, amused note to it.

“Toshinori,” you coughed, desperate to find a way to bring your lover back—right now in that moment, otherwise the consequences would be fatal. “You have to listen to me. Don’t let him control you, you’re much stronger than that, you—”

“Wishful thinking,” he repeated your own words and proceeded to walk to the entrance. “I’m now fully in control of both this body and the power within. No amount of sweet words can bring the dead man back to life.”

His words terrified you. Could it mean that…?

“Listen to me!” You reached out and grabbed the fabric of his suit so tightly your knuckles hurt, as if that way you could prevent him from going out. “I know you’re still here. Everyone is counting on you, you can still be the hero we all need, you just have to wake up, Toshinori! I know you can, I love you so much and I—”

Once again you were interrupted when he suddenly slammed his hand against the door before the hero on the other side could get closer.

“Look, that’s very sweet of you, honey, but I’m afraid I have to disappoint you,” he sighed in an almost melancholic way before leaning to you so close that you could feel the scent of his skin. “I won’t kill you solely because you actually grew to be my favorite.”

There was a loud thud at the door, panic arising with every passing second as everyone was preparing to face the Number One Hero.

“But you see, the thing is…” he paused before placing a soft kiss on your heated cheek. “There was no villain to control me to begin with.”

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#all might x reader #all smite x reader #all might #yagi toshinori #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[corpsereviver-if]

A dark fantasy story with a mix of modern, medieval, and futuristic elements. Two siblings, an angel and demon, on a path of revenge.

In the world of Eldris, the recent infestation of binders and lifelines grows. They are eldritch entities made of the same essence as the living. Despite the commonality, it is clear that they do not belong in this world, and nobody knows where they come from. What is clear is that they are on the hunt for mortals who will become the ideal vessel for storing essence, and they’ll do whatever it takes to survive while on their conquest.

You and your brother, Daemin, are another anomaly in this world. The day you woke up in this strange land was the same day you were quick to learn of your newfound power. While you are an endless basin of life, your brother is a vacuum of death. He is in a constant state of decay, and he needs essence to live. However, with a surplus of essence, he can amass power beyond what a demon like himself should be capable of. The two of you make a dangerous pair, seeing as how you’re a limitless generator of essence and he can become a dangerous user when he has a lot of it. Will that combination of power go to your head?

With a feeling you’ve lost something other than bits of your memories, you and your brother embark on a mission. You both seek to find out where you are, what happened to you, and how to get back on track with achieving your primary goal: getting revenge.

But be careful, angel of Aether. There are many eyes aimed at you and your brother since your awakening, and mortal affairs tend sink anyone and everyone in like quicksand.

Play as a man, woman, or nonbinary individual.

Seven confirmed romance options.

Make fun of your edgy brother. Embarrass him. 

Find your style of combat. Do you prefer to fabricate weapons into existence, manipulate elemental essence to fight, or transform into an entity made for combat? You have the liberty to dedicate yourself to a craft, or be a jack of all trades.

Fight humans, binders, lifelines, and whatever wants to pick a fight with you.

Will you show mortals to be or be not afraid of you? The power to kill or show mercy is in your hands. You may even influence your brother to do what you believe is right.

Possibly more features to come...

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Daemin Ryder - Male | 7′2″ (218 cm) | Theme

The demon brother of the MC who is always by their side. Unlike his angelic sibling, he’s an Unholy who was born and raised in the Nether. He’s a monster—a true hellspawn to most, but that vile edge of his melts in the company of his kin.

He’s short-spoken and blunt with his words regardless of whomever he is talking to. Although he performs well in combat, he isn’t the brightest star in the sky. Words and burrowing his head in thoughts was never his thing. Instead, he prefers to live in the moment and let his actions do the talking. He leaves the thinking to his sibling.

He is rarely seen without his black suit of armor, but beneath his helmet is a short set of spikey black hair and a set of horns. He has a fair complexion and scars littered all over his face and body. His eyes are sharp, and they’re a rich vermillion color like most other Unholy beings. Although he is average in height for his kind, he still stands tall like a titan.

And while his sibling has a missing left wing, he is missing his right.

Crych - NB | 5'2" (157 cm) | Theme

Crych is a natural explorer of the wilds with an interest in gadgetry. They live in a small village hidden away in the environment. Most of their time is spent towards scouting and protecting the perimeters of their home, and in their free time they enjoy creating things that improves the quality of life.

They’re skittish with new people, but once you get to know them, you’ll find an explosive temper to deal with. If you look at them funny or inconvenience them in the slightest way they’ll snap at you. Despite their hostility, they’re an attentive listener and understanding individual.

Crych has long and wild hair that is a combination of grey with turquoise, black, and white streaks. They have dark brown skin and a set of fierce heterochromatic eyes that are blue and black. Those who pay close attention will notice that they have two foxlike ears that droop. When they’re angry or threatened, these ears swivel upwards to reveal an eye-like pattern on the fur of the inner ear. They wear a tank-top and black overalls that’ve seen better days. Their most notable possession are the long gauntlets they wear.

Eve - F / M / NB | 5′6″ (167 cm) | Theme

A wandering soul who is seen, but never found. Not much is known about this individual other than the fact that they seem to cherry-pick what gets to live and die. When they look at MC and Daemin, a sense of familiarity fills the air.

They are cunning and aloof, making them hard to understand their motives and intentions. Trying to talk to them is like trying to talk to someone on opposite day.

Eve has long locks of soft white hair partially hidden beneath their weathered black cloak. Bandages cover most of their body, such as their neck and arms. They possess a black blindfold that conceals their eyes. Although they seem feeble, looks can be deceiving.

Fenrir Alphenstein - M | 6′2″ (187 cm) | Theme

A mute mercenary from the north. He’s very fond of soaking in the environment and partaking in the arts. When all things are quiet, he tends to jot away in a notebook he keeps close to his person.

He travels alongside Remilia and Cava’dren, but he prefers to do things independently when given a choice. If a situation turns sour, he’s the type to quickly excuse himself. He does well in keeping his composure in check.

Fenrir’s hair is medium-length and a soft brownish grey. He has cool cobalt eyes and olive skin marked with a couple of battle scars. He wears a set of brown light armor and a large fur-collared coat that rests on his shoulder.

Lunari Pyan - F | 5′8″ (172.72 cm) | Theme

An exiled princess on a path of redemption. Her sister is Ashuri, but the way she talks about her sure doesn’t seem like it. She’s sisterly and endearing to those she’s on good terms with, but that gentle nature only reaches her words, not her actions.

She’s the type to walk into a tavern and befriend everyone in it by the end of the night. Her spirits are high, and her bold, brutish heart yearns for a good fight. One of her favorite topics is talking about the history of her great-axe, Sunbreaker.

Lunari has her hair styled into a brown wolf-cut that partially covers her left eye. She shares the same dark brown eyes as Ashuri, and her tan skin is a slightly lighter shade than her sister. She’s wears a heavy-set of silver armor with a symbol of the moon engraved into the center of her chest-plate.

Remilia Mhova - F | 5'10" (177 cm) | Theme

A royal huntress from a place known for birthing powerful beasts. She hunts all types of creatures for the royal family and takes pride in what she does. A lot. Up until recently, her prey had turned more…humanoid.

She makes it clear to everyone she meets that she means business. If she was at a house party, she’d be the stick-in-the-mud police officer tearing it down. She wants her job done, and nothing gets in the way of her work. Not even morals, not even people.

Remilia has long, wavy black and white hair. Her eyes are a purple like amethyst and her complexion is pale. She wears an array of expensive blouses, pants, corsets, or dresses that she’ll gladly show off. The most notable possessions she has are the earring she wears on her right ear and a golden pocket watch.

Sorin Laigar - M | 6′4″ (193 cm) |  Theme

A former soldier who still has the fuel to work for others. He carries an obsession for collecting things. He’ll accept every and any token of gratitude, knick-knack, and object that catches his eye.

He’s a gentle giant who’ll keep at whatever he is doing with content. When there’s no work to be done, he’ll be off to find something to keep his hands busy. If you sit to have a conversation with him, you’ll have to be careful about your words. Once you get him started on something, he’ll go off on a tangent and talk your ear off.

Sorin has a set of hair he keeps up in a ponytail. His hair is as black as night, and hidden beneath the dark strands is an ombre of red and yellow. His eyes are black while his complexion is light brown and noticeably scarred by burns in certain areas.

Yonas/Yoelle Cava’dren - F / M | 5′9″ (175 cm) | Theme

A freeloader who has a knack for not giving a damn. Ask them to do an hour’s worth of work and they’ll come back around with triple the amount to do. They make it clear that they aren’t around to do jack for anyone. Somehow, they haven’t been kicked out of Remilia’s group.

They’re the type to sit back and relax with a smug grin plastered on their face while the world burns around them. Try to crack an insult or send sarcasm their way and they’ll crack one back at you. For someone who slacks off 24/7, they have a lot of nerve to pick a verbal fight with people they probably shouldn’t mess with.

Cava’dren has straight, light blonde hair that cuts just below the ears. They have a braid on one side of their face and a strip of hair on the other. Their eyes are the color of green tea, and their complexion is fair. They wear a sleeveless white turtleneck tunic coupled with wide leg pants.

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Usage of profanity / strong language.

Body horror, violence, and gore.

Non-explicit sexual content.

Fantasy discrimination.

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Hello! This is the first story I’ve introduced to the public. It is a passion project I wish to expand upon and use as a means of finding my voice as a writer.

If you have anything to ask, feel free to send me an ask or submit a post! I am fine with anything.

Below is a preview of the first page to the WIP. It is subject to change, but it is a taste of what to expect from my writing. 

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[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Todoroki!MC

Prompt:

Pairing: OM!Brothers and GN!MC

Genre: NA

TW: My hate for Endeavour is very clear, no good feelings towards Endeavour here, idk what else-

“Hey, MC.”

MC looked up from their D.D.D to Satan. It was one of the rare days in the HOL where all the brothers would be gathered in one room without fighting. As peaceful as the atmosphere was, MC had a feeling the next few minutes could very well throw the entire room into chaos. “Yes Satan?”

“I know you told us about how the humans have ‘quirks’ now, but you haven’t really talked about your family. Considering you have both ice and fire power, your family must be incredibly powerful.”

MC scoffed, turning their attention back to their D.D.D as they said, “What’s there to talk about? My dad’s a power-hungry asshole who’s now the substitute for the No. 1 Hero, my mom’s in the mental hospital because of him, my eldest brother Touya who was thought to be dead is now a villain, Natsuo’s never home anymore because he can’t stand the sight of dad, Fuyumi’s trying to keep this dysfunctional mess of a family together, and me and my twin Shoto have enough trauma to last us for a few lifetimes.” Their venomous words caught everyone off-guard, and for a few moments only the sound of the fire crackling in the fireplace could be heard.

Clearing his throat, Lucifer asked, “ What do you mean MC?”

Sighing, MC decided to tell the brothers about their dad’s obsession with All Might, their circumstances and reasons for birth, and the hellish training they underwent in order to 'surpass All Might.’

Lucifer

What in the three realms-

Lucifer looks calm on the outside, but inside he’s seething with enough rage to create another Satan.

After everyone has gone to their rooms for the night, he calls MC to his office and asks MC if they want to visit their mom and siblings, reassuring them that he won’t let any harm befall them anymore.

Reminds them semi-regularly that they are their own person, and that he’s proud of them.

Decides to schedule a visit to the Human Realm in the near future to deal with MC’s dad. And when I say this demon’s gonna drag Enji Todoroki’s soul to the pits of hell, you best believe me.

Mammon

What the hell did this human have to endure wtf-

His first reaction is to scoop them in a hug, mostly to calm himself and remind himself that MC's here with him, they're safe, and that there's no immediate danger.

Becomes hella protective of MC, more than he already was.

Hates their dad more than he hates debts, you best believe he’ll be looking up ways to make Endeavour’s life miserable

Becomes a little more mindful of MC, if they look even the slightest bit uncomfortable he will do whatever is needed to make them feel comfortable.

He reminds them that they should do what they want and what makes them happy. Anyone who even thinks of forcing them to do something will have to go through him first.

Leviathan

Levi subconsciously transforms into his demon form when he hears of this

Why did his Henry have to suffer all that? Sure all protagonists have sad back stories, but MC’s so kind and nice to him, a yucky otaku who’s always holed up in his room. It’s not fair for them to have gone through all this!

Offers to feed Endeavour to Lotan. He’d do anything for his Henry after all.

Now, whenever they hang out, Levi is extra mindful of his words and temper, since he doesn’t want for MC to be scared of him or hate him.

Satan

So MC hates their dad? He can relate with that-

No but on a serious note, he’s worried about MC. Also feels kind of guilty for asking-

He’s also seething with anger at things MC’s said.

No one deserves to go through such toxic situations, and certainly not his MC.

Teams up, albeit reluctantly, with Lucifer to teach their dad a lesson for hurting MC.

A little curious about their family, and asks MC about them in private. Do they miss them? Who's their favorite sibling? Do they want to visit them? Surely Lucifer would allow it if they really wanted to.

Makes them read books with the found family trope and reminds them that him and every single one of his brothers would kill for them. His wording and tone may be a bit too intense for their liking, but his intentions are pure :)

Asmodeus

Gasp! How dare that man hurt his cute little munchkin?!

Yeah, Asmo is not happy with Endeavour one bit. After all, hurting the second most beautiful being in all three realms and the holder of his heart is a grave crime!

Will team up with Solomon to absolutely ruin Endeavour’s name and influence, just give him the word MC~

King of self-care. Will have spa days with MC where he’ll reassure them that they are their own person, not a tool to surpass someone else.

Beelzebub

So MC has a twin? They must be missing him so much-

That’s his first thought, seeing as how much he missed his own twin when Belphie was imprisoned in the attic.

The second thing that he feels is worry and sympathy for MC and the rest of their family.

Their dad must have been horrible, if MC’s words were anything to go by.

“I could eat him if you want me to MC. Though I don’t know if he’ll taste good, since he’s such a rotten person.”

Would like to know more about the rest of their family though, especially their twin.

Belphegor

He’s convinced that all of humanity is bad now, stop him before he goes on a killing spree-

Becomes clingier. MC should expect him to be hanging off of one of their arms at all times. Naptime is now all the time MC, don’t resist him.

Offers to help them if they have nightmares. Man’s the Avatar of Sloth, dreams and nightmares are under his jurisdiction.

Asks a bit about their family and whether they wish their twin was here. Depending on their answers, he debates whether to ask Lucifer to bring their family to the Devildom to keep them safe.

Won’t exactly go up to the Human Realm in order to hurt Endeavour like Lucifer and Satan, but if Enji mysteriously gets insomnia or terrifyingly realistic nightmares, well, what does he know of it?

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[noaltbruh]

I love how you write the Bucci Gang ❤️😭 can I have domestic poly!bruabba headcannons? Can you maybe include how the rest of the squad acts or feels about their fave trio? Bruno and Abbachio warm my heart and I’d love nothing more than to be sandwiched between them (in more ways than one 😉)

Awww this ask is so cute! Of course ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ

I'm sorry I just thought about that one meme:

"What are you?" "A stupid sandwi-" "No, a CUTIE sandwich"

Ok I'll get to the actual post now I'm sorry-

Domestic poly!Bruabba headcanons 🤐💓🔄

(Reader is referred to as she/her)

Just like Bruno and Abbacchio warm your heart, you're a fundamental part of their life, you're the sparkle, the missing piece that truly makes their relationship feel...Whole.

They love each other, but they're unable to picture an existence that you are not a part of. You truly respect, care and look out for one another, which is what makes your bond so strong.

Whether you're involved in the Mafia business or not, I believe you can guess that lazy time at home is often not a possibility. Abbacchio, and most of all Bucciarati, are extremely busy men. While you wish you could spend more time with them, you know that it's not their fault if they're forced to be away from an uncertain period of time.

Now, if you decide to be a full-time housewife, the two of them are 100% supportive of your decision, and they will actually be pretty happy about it. They make enough money to support all of you with no big problems, so not pursuing a career doesn't affect anything in the slightest.

Now, they will absolutely do anything in their power to make sure that house duties are equally shared, and that you don't end up taking care of cleaning, cooking and all of that stuff on your own.

If you do happen to be more often at home than them though, deciding to spend time maintaining the house might even be your own choice.

Whenever they're around though, they'll try to get to to take a break, saying that they will handle everything.

You can clearly see they're tired as hell (lol), it basically turns into a challenge on who can get the other to actually rest for a while.

It will most definitely end up with the three of you, exhausted, just laying in each other's arms while you try to get some sleep on the salon's couch, because you don't even have the energy to walk up to your shared bedroom.

If you DO decide to pursue a career, that's totally awesome too! Both of them are glad to see how you're not relying too much on their economical stability and looking for your own independence.

If you chose to become part of Passione...A bit of conflict may arise. Bruno is completely against it, and he doesn't want anyone, especially someone else whom he cares about deeply, to join such a corrupted world.

Abbacchio, on the other hand, would be more supporting. It is your life and you're free to do anything with it, although he will warn you multiple times of the dangers of being a mafia member.

The way the discussion ends, is determined solely by your own will.

Since all three of you would often be busy, you might hire a couple of cleaning women to take care of house duties, leaving you with more free time on those rare occasions when you get the chance to just relax at home.

However, while Abbacchio may take some time to purely relax, Bucciarati just can't sit still, and will be eager to prepare an home cooked meal for his two lovers as soon as he has the possibility to do so. He's an awesome cook, but the other man and you are constantly worried that he's overworking himself.

The two of you probably decide to help him out too. The image of all three of you doing your best to prepare a good meal for one another is a really pure one, albeit quite rare.

One of your favourite bonding time activity? Watching movies together! But not going to the cinema or such. You all just sit on the couch in the kitchen or living room, pick a movie together, and none of you is allowed to move an inch till it's over.

Leone likes Horror stories and thrillers, while Bruno prefers mystery stories. A dark, mystery film, perhaps even based on a real story, would be perfect. Of course, your tastes are also taken into account as much as theirs! Since they might be a bit different from those, one night maybe you just decide to watch something that only one of you likes, but that you end up enjoying anyway.

Also, if you have a tendency to neglect yourself even slightly, you can be sure as hell that they will drop anything, anyone, everything and everyone to make sure that you're properly taking care of your own person.

Bucciarati, to literally nobody's surprise, is the best when it comes to emotional and psychological support. He's awesome at noticing if you're more stressed than usual, and no matter how much you may hide it, he WILL find out about it. Even a slight variation in your body language or tone of voice in enough for him.

He'll sit you down, and won't let you go until all your doubts and worries have been pushed away, only then he'll go back to his job and other responsibilities.

The Albino, instead, will be more openly concerned about your physical appearance. I like to think that he would enjoy styling your hair or even just brushing it. It helps him to relax, and he knows that it's good for you, which makes it even better. He probably doesn't particularly like to have his hair touched though, so maybe ask before doing anything similar for him.

If you're a disorganized person...Lmao good luck, you're going to need it.

Both of them are extremely responsible, uptight and sometimes kinda rigid people. So please, try not to leave stuff around the house...Too much. They can handle it a little, 'cause they're used to the rest of the gang, but they'd like at least their home own to be tidy.

Now...Let's talk about children.

Bucciarati was born to be a parent, come on. He radiates caretaker energy no matter how you look at him. He'd definitely love to start his own family and adopt some children.

Your other partner...Is not as excited as he is regarding kids. He insists that they're just a nuisance, that he doesn't get why would have want to have any and that he already loves his family for the way it is.

Depending on your own opinion regarding the matter, the three of you will probably end up taking in AT LEAST one kid. Two or more is influenced by how much you care about this matter.

Bruno probably just found them in a garbage can or something (since men, let alone people in a poly relationship, cannot adopt children) and decided to keep them.

You and Abbacchio are going to deal with it, and all three of you will end up loving the kid and give them the best family they could have asked for.

As for the other members of the team...Boy it's ONE BIG MESS-

Okay okay, first of all.

Giorno is 100% supportive of your relationship. You don't have to explain absolutely anything to him, he could tell what was going on between you long before even YOU noticed, he just has this scary sixth sense.

So when you tell him about you three, he's not surprised, he simply smiles at you and tells you he believes you're doing what's best for you.

of course, he also has plenty of duties to attend to, but he makes sure to remind you that, if you were to need something, he always has your back.

Fugo is not particularly surprised either. He always knew how...Intimate, you guys were. He doesn't know much about the subject of polyamorous relationship, but he can clearly see that you are happy together.

He might ask you a couple of questions to make sure that he fully and well understood what is going on and how you feel, but after that, he simply views you in the same old light. He's glad you've happiness love in each other, and truly believes that you deserve it.

Mista is so chill about it it's almost scary. Of course you're happy that he's supportive of you and your partners, you're just not used to all this calmness. Bruno wasn't surprised though, I mean he's the guy who agreed to join his team in exchange for more bruschette lol.

He also probably teased the three of you even before you actually started a relationship, stuff like "Get a room already or something", so when you tell him about it he just can't stop smirking. Will still keep on lightly making fun of you guys because he can.

Trish is suuuuper happy for you! She can't put it into words! When you tell her about your love for each other, she has these huge proud smile on her face like "YES THEY FINALLY GOT TOGETHER LESS GO, HAPPY PARENTS HAPPY PARENTS"

She won't say it out loud like this, but this is pretty much what she's thinking.

She's incredibly happy you've found love and happiness in one another, and constantly reminds you that if you ever need anything, she's always ready to give some good relationship advices ;)

Also if you end up adopting a kid, she's definitely the best choice to leave the child with when you're all busy.

Lastly, Narancia...

I mean, it's not that he's not happy for you, he just...Doesn't get it at first. Like- he's always been told that only two people can love each other, that in a relationship there can't be three members.

Poor baby is confused, please sit him down and explain the situation, he'll genuinely do his best to understand. While Bruno (and maybe you, it depends) will probably be the one to handle 'the talk' the most, all three of you will be there. It's easier to follow if everyone who's interested is with him.

Once he DOES realise what is going on...He's over the moon! He will constantly apology for coming off as not supportive or rude, and will try to make up for it by threatening anyone who dares claiming that polyamorous love is not real.

Also, he's always seen you three as his not official parents, seeing that you're actually dating now makes him feel even more like he's found a new family.

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[aroaessidhe]

The Spider and Her Demons excerpts I saved in relation to queer / aroace /relationship hierarchy themes etc etc

some spoilers, obviously! this is just kinda a place to compile things & thoughts for myself to remember lmao

[Aunt assuming she's sneaking around with a boy]

Out of all the possibilities of where this would go, this path wasn't even on the map. 'I told you your friends are a bad influence,' Aunt Mei snaps. 'Distracting you from your studies. Do you know how dangerous it is for you to be around a boy?" Zhi's never even considered dating. Can't possibly imagine herself in a romantic or sexual relationship with another person. Not now. Not when she's eighteen. Not when she's twenty-five. Not when she's forty. Not ever. 'Kuku, where would I meet a boy?' Her panic has taken a backseat to anger. 'I'm at school all day, then I'm at work.' ...

obviously the main context here is that she's a spider demon with a bit of monstery body dysphoria/it's dangerous to get that close to other people; but considering the author is aroace, there's clearly intentional choices made.

And also: a story about a straight/allo character in the same position would just as likely have a plot about being desperate to kiss/date/be in a relationship 'like a normal teenager' but they're not allowed etc etc, whereas she just. Has Not Thought About It

This is not specifically related, just wanted to add:

Dior knows all the worst parts of Zhi and she's choosing to stay anyway. Zhi looks down between them, at Dior's hand flat on the concrete, long fingers splayed, nails sparkling in the light. Before she can think too hard about it, Zhi drops her hand to the ground too, pressing her palm close to Dior's, and spreading her fingers so their pinkys touch. 'I was thinking, Zhi says slowly. 'Maybe we could be friends.' She wants to repeat whatever it was Dior said in the library that day, but doesn't remember the exact wording. Hopefully this is good enough. Dior sits up, scooping Zhi's hand up into her own. She presses their palms together firmly, watching Zhi carefully before intertwining their fingers. Zhi can't say she doesn't flinch, but she tries not to, which should count for something. Dior curls the side of her mouth. A small show of gratitude she puts on just for Zhi. 'Sure,' Dior says. 'Let's be friends.'

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They're talking about spiderdemon anatomy (which they don't really know anything about), and Dior says something like 'what if down there is different too' (and implied "surely you'll want to know at some point, if you sleep with someone..." )

'I’ve never had the urge to go prodding and poking up there, and I can't imagine that changing.' The vestiges of amusement and embarrassment are still bubbling in her chest. She looks to Dior, who's gone quiet. 'Wait.' Zhi stares, face on fire. 'You mean- What? That With another person? Nope. Hard pass. Never happening.' Dior doesn't ask her to explain, but she's staring in that weirdly intense way she does, like she's trying to hack into Zhi's brain and steal the information through sheer will power. 'Dude, I don't even like being looked at, really, let alone touched.'

'Anyway, even if I ever got past the supreme discomfort,' Zhi continues, 'it's too risky. Like, kissing would be off the table. I can't tell when my acid and venom will or won't work. Best-case scenario? Short-term paralysis. Worst-case scenario? Hole through the skull.' Dior's still staring at her, wordlessly. It occurs to Zhi she's been doing most of the talking. 'What about you? There's a rumour at school you've got some hot-shot lawyer boyfriend who works at Martin Place.' 'I don't know any lawyers.' 'You're not dating anyone, though?' 'I haven't the slightest idea what that would entail.' Dior shifts on the bed, lying down next to her, their shoulders pressed together, arms tangled. It's too warm in the room, and Zhi's starting to feel light-headed from exhaustion. 'Y'know ... a lot of people have this hierarchy of relationships:' Zhi holds a hand up as high as she can reach it. 'Most people put romantic relationships at the top, and family under that, and friends under that. ' She shifts her hand down a level, only to sigh, dropping it to her chest. 'But I'm never gonna date; I'm never gonna have a partner or a fiancé or a spouse. So family and friends - those are the two types of relationships I get. I didn't get to choose Aunt Mei, but I do get to choose my friends. Friendship's always gonna be the top tier relationship for me.' Dior's so quiet Zhi thinks maybe she's fallen asleep. When she turns her head to look, Dior's already looking right back. Their faces are too close, soft exhales lingering between them. Dior's lips part and the movement has Zhi's eyes dropping to her mouth.

There are a reasonable amount of moments of attraction like that, which are never actively acknowledged other than her freaking out and changing the conversation haha.

If I were to guess, I'd say there's probably more conscious attraction (of whatever form) on Dior's side of things (+ probably pretty touch starved from a somewhat emotionally neglectful childhood) in contrast to Zhi's Avoid Everything mindset lmao

While I think specificity around that could have been great - obviously they're not at the point to really examine the details of how they feel about each other during the book, and tbqh I do love the ambiguity of the aroacespec to lesbian attraction spectrum bc like....... a) common experiences there and b) you can be Both. i am probably both, i don't rly care to overanalyse details about myself lmao

(anyway)

Dior's father talking to Zhi:

'I have met many people in my life, and felt all the feelings they have felt, and none of them - no two people - love in the same way. The way a person loves. This is something unique to each heart. The way Quinlee loves Dior, it is not the same as the way your aunt loves you.' Zhi doesn't understand how he can possibly know that's true. Julien smiles gently, lifting his chin. 'You see the sunrise?' Outside, beyond the garden, the sun is rising in the distance, turning the sky orange and blue. 'If we both paint the same sunrise at the same time, even if we use the same brush, the same paint, the two paintings - they would look different, non?' Julien waits until Zhi meets his gaze. 'That is love.'

so true, king

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Zhi talking to her other friend, who's just been rejected by a boy she had a crush on:

"I mean we were never official or anything, but I always thought ..? She trails off, shaking her head. 'I know,' Zhi says, because she does. Nadira always spoke of him with such fondness. 'He said he always saw me as just a friend.' A soft breeze picks up a strand of Nadira's hair, twirling it into her face. She brushes it away. 'Just a friend. I guess it made me feel like my friendships were these small, insignificant things that I'd been over-valuing, over-investing in.'

(i love the sort of flipping of this concept - usually it's from the POV of the aro person not the allo person who was rejected yet still doesn't appreciate their friendships being devalued)

'I just feel like I'm the one someone sits with in the waiting room before they start their real relationships, y'know?' She offers Zhi a smile that has no mirth, the movement making her tears spill over, rolling down her cheeks. Zhi takes Nadira's hand, intertwining their fingers and squeezing. I'll always be your friend,' Zhi says. 'Even when you meet a New Boy, when you get a job and make Work Friends, when you get married, buy a house, and have kids, and make Other Mum Friends. I'll be here, with you. I don't think there's anything just about that, Nadira.' 'That's not true.' Nadira sniffs, wiping her face. 'You're already out of the waiting room. Of all people, Zhi. I bet if Dior asked you to go swimming, you would go. If she asked you to go out for Tim Tam Chillers after school, you wouldn't say no to her, would you?'

Whenever there's a buy-one-get-one-free special at the canteen, Angela and Nadira will automatically go halves. Whenever they have to pair up for drills in PE, it's a given that Angela and Nadira will partner, and Zhi will have to find someone else. If Nadira ever gets married, Zhi doesn't doubt Angela will be her maid of honour. None of this has ever bothered her, because Zhi's fiercely grateful they want to be friends with her at all. "Ange knew before me, right?' Zhi asks. 'What?' About what happened with The Boy. You told Angela before you told me, right?' 'Yeah.. "That doesn't mean you love her more than you love me, does it?' 'I- Of course it doesn't.' Nadira's cheeks are stained now, flustered at the insinuation. 'I know,' Zhi says, smiling. 'I'm just saying. Just because I've told Dior stuff I haven't told you - it doesn't mean I love you any less.' Nadira looks like she wants to argue, like she wants to be mad, a cute little furrow between her brow. Eventually, she deflates, a frustrated huff leaving her lungs. 'This might be hard to believe, but there's nothing on the other side of the waiting room for me, Zhi says. 'Being invited to sit with you and Ange in that room - that's what I've been waiting for. That's happily ever after for me.' It feels like a confession. With the way Nadira's cheeks flush further, she seems to think so too.

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On possibly being a demon and 'incapable of love':

'I really Wish you would stop talking about Dior like she’s a jar to store bugs in, Zhi says. 'Witch, demon, whatever - she's still a person.' Quinlee laughs, this loud, sharp crack of derision. 'Did you think she harboured some sort of affection for you? Some form of fondness? Dior cannot love. She is incapable of it. It's an act - a farce - to get her what she wants. Every word out of her mouth is calculated. Every action, planned.' 'She saved my life,' Zhi retorts. "She has no soul.' 'Do you?' Quinlee glares up at her, but it's slightly less intimidating when Zhi's standing above her. “She likes pork and chive dumplings with extra dipping sauce. She hates being bored, and she loves heights and stealing cars. She sucks at making jokes. She fucks up, but at least she tries to fix it. I don't care if you don't think she has a soul. The world is better with her in it, so I'm going to do everything I can to bring her back.' Zhi holds out a hand. 'Are you helping or not?''

I love this from the point of view of lovelessness - she doesn't counter it by saying 'yes she can love!!!!' she just. lists all the things that show caring etc without getting theoretical about it

And the very end:

To her absolute horror, Dior pulls Zhi's hand back, tucking her fingers against the warmth of her neck, palm against her jaw. Gaze unwavering, Dior turns her cheek into Zhi's hand and presses the softest, lightest kiss against the delicate skin of Zhi's wrist. Zhi's neck immediately starts to sweat. Oxygen is a foreign concept. The urge to build a cave out of silk and hide inside it is increasing with every second that ticks by. 'Is this how things are gonna be from now on?' Zhi wonders aloud. 'Because I am not brave enough to deal with any of... whatever this is.' 'Bravery isn't a lack of fear; it's moving forward in spite of it' Dior drops Zhi's hand, turning to look back out at China-town, appearing to be fascinated by the view.

(which really, is not much more than an expression of a desire[general] for something to be there, that is not being dealt with right now)

#the spider and her demons #laya talks

[2bhankfan]

a swap au for madness combat i've had for a while, maybe would like to expand it too ^^ it's pretty long so look after the cut for all the character stuff (real nice tumblr automatically does all the formatting from me copy pasting a text file, never even knew it did that...)

Swap AU: AAHW and S.Q. Swap

Takes place after the Fall of Nexus, where previously everything was exactly the same (S.Q. working to look for the mandatus, Jeb caused fall of Nexus, etc etc. you get the gist) Personalities overall stay the same, changes will be noted

S.Q.

Conglomerate with the sole goal of taking over the Machine for sole power of the world. Employees are Fellows instead of Agents.

Leader: 2bdamned Vigilant and rarely-seen shadow leader of S.Q, workaholic. A bit too obsessed with the Machine and it's workings, and spends almost any time trying to either take more control over Nevada or the Machine. It's believed that he takes the bodies of his dead Fellows to use for experiments, but it's all rumors anyway…

Manager & Bodyguard: Hank J Wimbleton While his official role is the Leader of S.Q. he actually acts more as a spokesperson for 2bdamned (he's kind of shitty at it though), also does tasks on behalf of or directly for 2bdamned. Spends a lot of time with 2bdamned. Seems very loyal, but would switch sides at a moment's notice if S.Q. proved to hold him back even the slightest. However, it'll be difficult to sway him to your cause considering how well S.Q. is treating him…

Behavioral & Intelligence: Deimos One of the many division managers in S.Q. VERY good at his job as Intelligence division manager, high class hacker who can get information from anyone about anything. His charm and technological skill is usually key to wringing out information from others, but if that doesn't work he'll hand them off to Sanford for some "advanced methods." His Behavioral Discipline is extremely biased, as he'll shun anyone for anything he can confiscate… to take for his own personal use. No drugs, no smoking, no alcohol, no raunchy mags, no rock music, etc etc… Unless it's for him, of course. Often seen indulging in (usually multiple) of the banned items in front of the Fellows as well.

Training & Weapons: Sanford Known for his extremely detailed knowledge on weaponry and dangerous materials, Sanford is able to build and supply any sort of ammunition towards threats, or usually for his own personal training methods. Unfortunately, he's also known for his extreme cruelty towards his own Fellows. Warmup exercises are brutal, and the training itself goes much beyond torture. Sanford's kind demeanor only scares the others MORE as they'll be forced to do horrendous things under such a warm facade.

AAHW

Created to stop the elusive Hank J Wimbleton, has now become a shell of its former self trying to stop the entirety of S.Q.

Leader: Auditor Disgraced Employer, disowned by the other Employers after his irresponsibility and failure in his role. Was approached by Jeb & Sheriff looking for an organization to ally with, however was employed under complete control of the Auditor instead since the others had no other options. Very determined to find their place back at the top of Nevada's food chain, extremely sour and jealous of S.Q.

Manager: Sheriff Is what got Auditor so many willing recruits in the first place, Auditor doesn't like him very much but has to be thankful for his management and recruitment skills. On top of managing for AAHW, is also managing MERC and is why the AAHW has access to so many resources. Auditor has tried to take over MERC a few times, but the only reason he hasn't is because Sheriff has officially resigned the role over to the foremans to keep its independance from other organizations.

Bodyguard: Jebediah Christoff With nowhere left to go, he takes to the AAHW with Sheriff to hopefully find somewhere to stay while he concocts something to reinstate Nexus to keep the "Two Soda Cans" problem under control and create a successful Nevadean society. He has to keep it under wraps from the Auditor lest he uses it for nefarious reasons, but lets Sheriff in on it in hopes he can help. Bound to a contract with the Auditor, forced to work there until he's "unnecessary." Bodyguard for Sheriff and does lots of other dirty work.

???: Tricky Came alongside Jeb and Sheriff but… He didn't exactly take well to any of Auditor's conditions. Is kept at the AAHW on the basis that they're too dangerous to be left alone, and doesn't do anything the Auditor asks if it's not "fun." Wild card in the broadest sense possible, holds no loyalty to anyone.

[superbpastanickelzonk]

If you’re bored, tell me about your AU. I have only seen the “Raph in my AU” post which sent me here.

first of all: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH/p

second of all: it's a rise au where the boys are different mythical creatures. Leo is a siren, Donnie is a gorgon, Raph is a Charybdis and Mikey's a scyla (but I'm thinking of changing him to a kikimora) They use seaweed as masks and coverings. Donnie's the only one whose seaweed/mask doesn't have eyeholes. He really doesn't want to turn his brothers to stone and he can still see through his snake-hair's eyes, although a little blurry. He only turns people into stone when he both looks them in the eyes and when he is even the slightest bit pissed, so he usually just covers them. (I don't have anything of note for Mikey yet since I'm not even sure what he would be) Leo has 2 sets of vocal cords, he can use both at the same time but only one can properly speak at a time. He uses the other one to hum melodies, those then work like hypnotizing. He mainly uses it to get his brothers to fall asleep and to lure people into the lake. The hum from the second one sounds clearer than when a human hum since it comes through the gills on his neck. Raph is gonna be really big and monstrous and thus very insecure, he'd never stand at full length and never speak louder than a whisper. Charybdis her personality in mythology is described as a whirlpool (that's gonna be savage Raph) His mouth would be similar to Ocho from the IDW comics. Stan Ocho, she's amazing!

They live in an underwater cave in a lake. Rumours say the lake is inhabited by a dangerous creature. They say that anyone who visits is doomed to get dragged to the bottom and drown. April, who lives in a nearby town, decides to go check it out. She's doubtful that the rumours are true, but wouldn't the 'dangerous creature' be lonely if they are? Leo, he's the one who goes outside the most, sees her sitting on a bench next to the lake. He tries to use his super cool siren powers on her but they don't seem to work. He walks up to her to see for himself why it didn't. April notices something coming out of the water and is shocked at first, it's the reason why she came here but she wasn't expecting to be right! She asks him: "Who are you? Are you the creature they're talking about?" Leo is absolutely perplexed but introduces himself and tells her that he lives here with his brothers. Leo sits down on the bench next to her and they talk for a while. They decide to keep hanging out and Leo says he'll invite her over if his brothers are okay with it. They're reluctant but decide it's fine. (Raph hides in his room the whole time she's over the first many times.) Leo drags her to the bottom of the lake while she holds her breath. Their lair isn't waterlogged so she's fine once they made it in. That's all I have for now! I hope I didn't ramble to much haha

#rottmnt mythos au #tmnt au #tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt au #wow #that is a lot of text #I wouldn't blame you if you didn't read that lol #thanks for the asks!

[001-lvr]

can you write more about dad!peter please? i love your fics omg!!! TY!!!

A/N: OF COURSE!!!🫶🏽🫶🏽🤗 thank you for the request!! AND TUANK YOU SO MICH!! IM GLAD YOU ENJOY MY FICS!!🫶🏽🫶🏽❤️❤️

The little things (Dad!peter)

Summary: Just Peter and his daughter having a conversation about his time in the lab! The child in this fic is a girl called Madison (Maddie for short)

The 13 year old girl was sat on the couch in their livingroom while y/n was upstairs catching up on some work. Her dad was also on the couch and they were talking about what it was like to be a guard.

“So you’re telling me, you and mom both worked in a lab? Where there were bald kids everywhere who had powers? And you were a guard? And mom was a nurse? And you escaped?” Maddie was bewildered, she had never been told this before. Peter nodded. “Exactly. But it wasn’t as fun as I first made it out to be. You see, I had been in that lab for many years. Since I was a child. You might not believe me when I say this but, I have abilities just like those children did. And I was the first one to be in the lab under the care of Dr Martin Brenner. He tattooed a number on my wrist, and I still have it. As I grew, he took my dna and put it in the children so they too had my abilities, and he would train them to get stronger and stronger. But don’t worry, they aren’t my children just because they have some of my dna. And though I was growing up, I could never escape. I was given the job as a guard. To make sure the kids weren’t doing anything that would put them or anyone else in danger. But I had a limit on what I could say to them. I wasn’t allowed to mention that I had abilities, I had to hide the number on my wrist. I couldn’t use my abilities anyway. I had a tracker in my neck, it weakened me and showed Dr Brenner where I was at all times. Any time I looked even the slightest bit suspicious to Brenner, he would punish me. But electrocuting the sides of my head. God, it was so painful. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. But then, I met your mother. She was so beautiful, I’m certain I fell in love straight away. It was 1971 when I met her. After a month of knowing eachother I asked her to be my girlfriend, in which she said yes. We dated secretly, and on our 2 year anniversary, we did…adult stuff. Yeah. And a week later we found out she was pregnant with you. We were so happy, yet so sad at the same time.” He was interrupted by an “ouch” from Maddie. (It was sarcasm of course) Peter laughed lightly and shook his head. “You know that isn’t what I meant. We were sad because we were stuck in the lab, and if we had a child here, they would have turned you into a test subject. Which we couldn’t allow. So, we did the most logical thing, and escaped. We both had to remove the trackers from our necks though, which was painful to say the least. But after, we were free. And we could bring you up in a nice environment. We wasted no time in buying a house and getting a nursery set up for you. And then you were born. Now, I wasn’t planning on saying any of this to you, but since I have abilities, it’s a big possibility that you will too.” Maddies eyes widened, and she suddenly felt uneasy. “But! Don’t panic. I’ll teach you how to control them. And I will never, ever train you like me and the rest of the children were in that lab. So I wouldn’t worry about it, okay? It’ll all be fine.” He said, and pulled her in for a hug, which she gladly returned.

This was a new beginning for the young girl, but luckily she had her dad to guide her through it. “Dad?”

“Yes?”

“Can i see the number on your wrist?“

“Yes of course.” Peter rolled his sleeve up to reveal a number on his wrist. ‘001’

“So, a real tattoo huh. Could you use your powers? I’ve never seen you use it before.” Peter sighed. The last time he used his abilities, he accidentally killed one of the guards, while he was trying to escape. But if his daughter also had abilities, he didn’t want her to be afraid to use them. So, he nodded. And got an empty Pepsi can in front of him. He used his mind and crushed it with ease, but it still caused a little nosebleed. He wiped it and looked back at his daughter, who nearly had her eyes bulging out of her head in amusement and excitement. “That’s so cool! So you’re saying i can learn to do that?!” Peter smiled. “Yes, and so much more. You’ll do great things, I just know it. So, what was your favourite part about my time in the lab?” He asked. He was curious.

“Hm, probably when you asked my mom out. But I hated the part where you got a tattoo done when you were a child, especially on your wrist. Oh, and you getting tortured. You didn’t even do anything wrong. But, I also hate thinking about the fact that I was conceived in a lab. It leads up to something cool though, you both escaped so we could all be a family. That’s some real superhero stuff right there.” Peter looked at his daughter and smiled, “yeah, real superhero stuff.”

Y/n watched from the doorway, and smiled. A genuine smile. She loved her family more than anything. Escaping was worth it.

#fluff #stranger things x reader #peter ballard #platonic #001 x reader #001 stranger things #pls request #pls reblog #slayed #stranger things #netflix #ok bye #goddamn

[editoress]

Nesta/Lucien - 1. “Who did this to you?” and because I've been feeling Soft about them lately, Riven/Eravin - 22. “Would you feel more comfortable talking about it if I turned around?”

It was so like Nesta—not only to walk in on Lucien while he was bloodied and barely standing, despite the fact that only Tam knew he was back, but also to stand in the doorway and eye him critically, as if by being wounded he somehow didn't live up to her expectations. As far as Lucien could tell, Nesta's cutting glares had never been limited by mortality, and so they hadn't been changed whatsoever by her transformation.

"If you need something from me," he advised, "don't."

For once, Nesta didn't snap back, only continued to study him sourly. Lucien duly turned his back to her and tossed his torn, bloody shirt into a corner. Tam had healed him, but Lucien hadn't let him go too far with it. Just far enough so that when he pulled on a clean shirt, he probably wouldn't get any more blood on it. At least if he did, it would only be his.

"Who did this to you?" Nesta asked sharply.

Lucien faced her again, surprised and too tired not to be wary. Nesta watched him expectantly for an answer. After a gauging moment, Lucien gave her a thin, mocking smile. "Who knew you were so tender-hearted?" he said. "No need to worry over me. I handled it."

She raised an eyebrow. "It looks like you handled it badly." She continued loudly, trampling over his indignation, "And that's not what I asked."

"He's dead," Lucien retorted. "So to your real question: he's neither a threat to you nor a reason to call on your powers. Satisfied?"

A strange look crossed Nesta's face. Her eyes widened and her lips parted for an instant, and then her expression flattened to something guarded and grim. She stood ramrod straight and too still. Unexpectedly, Lucien knew that look from his own experience. He was very familiar with masking hurt because you couldn't afford to show it. "Do not presume to know what I'm thinking," she bit out stiffly.

Nesta liked to call him a bastard. She didn't now, but for the first time, Lucien felt he entirely deserved it.

She spun on her heel and stalked away, leaving him a fool standing alone in his chambers. But even in dire need of rest, Lucien didn't like lingering in foolishness. So he went to the doorway and called after her. "Nesta."

She stopped but did not face him. Lucien told her seriously, "Vengeance is a dangerous game here. Bad enough to face your own battles. Getting involved in anyone else's only brings trouble." She did look at him then, cautiously, and he gave her a flicker of a real smile. "I'd rather you focus that temper on your own enemies."

Nesta did not return his smile in the slightest. But he wondered whether she was teasing of all things when she replied evenly, "I have enough temper to go around."

*

Riven had done the math and come up with a significant time gap between the end of the war and the beginning of Eravin's and Delethil's friendship. What Eravin didn't bring up about his life—which was most of it—Del would usually fill in for her, but so much was still a mystery. That had chafed even during their years as friends, but Riven had respected Eravin's sense of privacy. Now that they were together, she wanted to share as much as possible; she wanted to know him.

But on the span of years she was curious about now, he would only say, "Just worked." And he said it in such a miserable tone that she knew he felt something about it all.

"Ya didn't... do anything else?" Riven prompted.

"No," he grunted shortly.

"Who did ya spend time with before Del?"

"Nobody."

He had an iron grip on a matter-of-fact façade, but Riven had felt alone for too long to believe that there was nothing more to say. So after a pause, she asked gently, "Was it hard?"

Eravin's scowl deepened, and then she was watching him withdraw into himself. Riven stepped closer, like she could physically follow him. "It was hard for me," she offered. "Growin' up with no real friends, feelin' like no one wanted ta be around me but not knowin' why. Tell me, Erry."

"Fine, it was shite!" he barked. He waved one hand sharply. "That's all there is to it. Alright? There was—just—" He made a noise of frustration. And he wasn't looking at her; he never did, when he was trying to talk about his own emotions. It was always muttering, fumbled words, and staring at the floor.

But Riven wanted to hear him out nonetheless. Instead of pushing him, she asked, "Would you feel more comfortable talking about it if I turned around?"

That startled him into looking at her. "Eh?"

She started to turn, so that he could feel less watched, less judged. But to her surprise, Eravin caught her arm. "Nah, don't... don't go," he grumbled. He was wearing a grim kind of frown, but it wasn't directed at Riven. She could tell, because his hand on her arm was gentle. "I'll get it out."

Riven smiled and took his hand in both of hers. It was one of the developments she most enjoyed, Erry's big, calloused hand holding hers. "I'm not going anywhere."

It took a long time for Eravin, hesitant and still half embarrassed, to tell her everything, but Riven didn't mind. She was listening.

#small craftings #acotar #dnd adventures #oops I put the same theme in both! learning to read the affections of someone guarded and cranky!

[dark9896]

Bait [Klaus x Reader]

Zapp looked down at the ring. Hell he got lucky with this. Ozmaldo seemed to know you on sight. You could hold your own around here because you trained here regularly. That would make it f-cking easy to lure the Chief here. Zapp knew that just saying he was in trouble would have worked, but you being here might as well be a Christmas gift. Chief would be here in no time.

Klaus was a very predictable man, holding onto Leo's scooter while the younger man drove. While he could fight all manner of demon, monster, and blood breed, Klaus found it nearly impossible to confess his embarrassing crush on you. Everyone in the office could see it plain as day, except yourself.

But from what Zapp said, you were currently being forced to fight to the death in order to keep him and yourself from being killed by a mobster that owned a boxing ring. And Klaus was certainly going to see that you were safe, and helped. He would take your place as soon as he could. Klaus just had to make it to the fighting ring.

Leo was about 96% sure Zapp was bluffing. Either he had made up the whole story and it was just him in trouble. Or this would be an ambush. The only wrench in either of those was you not being at the office. You had a day off so who knew where you were.

But Klaus nearly gave the poor boy a heart attack knocking the front doorman back with a single punch. Leo thought the other guy was going to die, no one gets between Klaus and rescuing his friends. Especially when it was you on the line.

Klaus was not the least bit curious about what was going on around him right now. He needed to focus on finding where you were and getting there immediately.

Though, before he could start his way to the ring, the most likely place you'd be at. Klaus found himself lifted by the crowd and passed all the way down to the side of the ring. Was... Were they trying to help?

Klaus readjusted and looked up, having to duck back a little as a large Beyondian suddenly hit the ropes and was flung forward from the force. Then, out of seemingly nowhere, you pounced forward, catching the Beyondian around his neck and slamming them against the mat. Klaus knew your opponent was nearly four times your height and weight, but you didn't seem distressed in the slightest. Raising both arms like a professional boxer.

"[Name]!?" Klaus was holding himself back from climbing in the ring, "What's going on?"

You looked, not believing that you'd ever hear Klaus's voice here, "What are you doing here? I never told anyone about this."

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Tonight for one night only! The Libra Power Couple! Prepare for a night of 2 on 2 fights here at E-den!"

You turned back to the small robot announcer, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't be shy! We have a very special guest! Klaus von Reinherz! A very powerful duo with our own, very popular [Name]!"

The crowd erupted into cheers. Klaus was hesitant but felt he understood some of what was going on as he climbed up over the ropes. He still turned to you to ask some questions.

"[Name], what is this? What's going on here?"

"I don't know about this." You gestured at the robot announcer, "But I come here every so often to train. The opponents put up a hell of a fight and as long as I can hold my own, there isn't any danger. Go for a knockout even though they go for the kill."

Klaus was quite impressed, "And have you seen Zapp?"

"What?" You looked up at Klaus, even more confused, "Is Zapp here? I've been here in the ring this whole time."

Klaus was a little troubled. Had they not explained the situation?

"Listen, we do have Zapp. But if you two can keep the crowd entertained, then he'll walk free." The robot held his hand over the mic, "And [Name], you already know this, but we need you to drop all weapons. Absolutely no surprise weapons. Its one of our few rules."

While Klaus rarely removed his knuckleduster, if it was a part of the rules then he would do so. Dropping the heirloom on the mat, at least for a second before you scooped it up. Klaus was confused, until you hung it with what seemed to be your own things on one of the posts. That would be good at least.

But to Klaus's surprise, and somewhat his delight, you were more than capable of keeping pace with him on fights. This was quite different from your normal fighting style, but it was a relief to see you be more than capable in hand to hand combat.

Though Klaus had to try and ignore the intrusive thoughts of seeing you wearing a tank top. Sweating and panting. How nimble and flexible you were. Klaus is a gentleman, he shouldn't be thinking this way! Especially in the middle of fighting matches like this. He couldn't even confess, he had no right having such inappropriate thoughts about you.

"Klaus, catch."

Turning towards you showed Klaus why you said catch. The water bottle you tossed his way was much colder than he thought. And very much appreciated. The water was gone in a few sips and Klaus was a little surprised the officials were allowing a small break between matches at all. But you knew that even Ozmaldo wouldn't begrudge a water break to whoever could fight multiple rounds in a row. Hell, Oz wouldn't stop anyone from doing something they needed to do, it was a surefire way to be hit with a lawsuit and be discovered. Things Oz would avoid at all costs.

What you weren't expecting was Ozmaldo himself to leap into the ring. It had been quite some time since you'd seen him face to face. And something was off. Something was very off. But you couldn't put your finger on what. Maybe it was how his face muscles weren't moving much despite how much he was talking. Or it could be how that scar seemed a little too deep. And while neither you nor Klaus smelled like roses right now, Oz smelled like he just crawled out of a morgue and sprayed cologne to cover it up.

But, before you could tell Klaus any of this, "I will fight you myself sir. I'm certain [Name] has been here longer and is in need of some rest."

You wanted to tell Klaus what you had on your mind, but the stupid little tin chicken was shooing you out of the ring. And you couldn't just shout at Klaus, not this kind of stuff. Instead, you basically forced to watch the fight ring side.

And just like you thought, Klaus punched his head clean off to reveal a blood breed in the middle. Controlling Ozmaldo's body as it's puppet. You couldn't seal a blood breed and Klaus couldn't get to his knuckleduster in time. Zapp would absolutely pay for this. Literally all of this was his fault.

You used your own blood ability to fashion a ladder so Klaus could get down safely. Gathering your things and making sure you didn't leave anything unresolved, you were the last of the group to exit the fight club.

Even seeing Zapp sucking up to Klaus, you smacked the back of his head hard and refused to elaborate. Meanwhile, you lead Klaus to where your car was. If Leo wanted, you had some cables to put his scooter on the top of the car. And you could let Zapp ride along as well, so he wouldn't be able to ruin anyone else's night.

#bbb #kekkai sensen #kkss #blood blockade battlefront #klaus von reinherz #little cannon rework

[x-atem-x]

@millenniumgod

Bakura’s sneer morphs into a wicked smile as he turns the gold disk charm of the necklace between his fingers.

“It’s not your fault. I’m not entirely sure there is a way to get rid of me. Too many little bits scattered about, you see.”

He sidles over to the kitchen counter and leans against it as nonchalantly as possible.

With Ryou’s life hanging in the balance, he’s almost eighty percent sure that his eternal adversary isn’t going to do anything to him. Actually... now that Atem has his own body, he’s far more vulnerable than he had been while inhabiting Yugi’s. If Bakura were to, say, stab him...

The spirit offers a small shrug, eyeing the puzzle around the man’s neck. There’s still a small part in the back of his mind that tells him... if anyone could actually get rid of him, it would be Atem. Maybe he should be careful.

“You know... I’m still considering my options. I have a couple of ideas floating around, though.” He lets go of the necklace. “I could start my own business, maybe write a blog, whatever that is... Of course, plunging the world into darkness is always a classic.”  

A sigh. His eyes casually sweep across the room, looking for anything sharp that he might casually pick up. Unfortunately, all of the cutlery has been put away. No sneaking anything out of a drawer without drawing suspicion.

“But you know as well as I do that taking us across the border also puts my lovely little host in danger. I might drag him with me, wherever you try to send me from there.” His voice takes on a sickly sweet tone. “His chances of coming back are a lot slimmer than mine, however.”

The shift in the boy's demeanour is staggering. It is truly hard to stomach the fact that someone like the Theif King could reside within Ryou. Almost as much as the fact that someone like him could have had the sweet and loving Yugi as his own host.

He did not falter in the slightest at the man's words. He was not afraid of him, nor did his teasing find purchase to crawl beneath his skin or raise his hackles. The Pharaoh cocked a brow at the spirit and dutifully removed his shoes, placing them in the entryway of Ryou's door before stepping into the home properly.

As he approached the other he said, "You'd be better off blogging than trying to call upon any powers of darkness. Should you decide that plunging the world into chaos and terror is still your goal, there are a few things that you should consider, old friend."

The faintest of smiles tugged at the corner of Atem's mouth as he said, "The first of which is that the last time that we did battle, I was merely a fraction of the man I am now. I was still piecing together who I was and scrambling to regain my power and life. That is no longer the case and you couldn't even beat me when I was a ghost. The second of which is that Yugi always served as my moral compass. You are no longer dealing with a bleeding heart, but rather, someone who will not hesitate to drag you into the shadows to sever you from my friend and make sure that you are wiped from history even more effectively than I was."

He reached out to touch the disk necklace that the man had been toying with and said, "This boy has the protection of Pharaoh. And I think you will find that the gods are once more on my side. Additionally, my shadow games are far scarier than yours. So, Thief, what will you blog about?"

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