#i finally replied to this after eons

[miercolaes]

❝ given your family's status among the upper echelon of Gotham's ... business world, ❞ his pause unpunctuated by uhs or ums but, rather, an unassuming twitch of lips, curiously pout (tense, even; perhaps), ❝ it's a wonder your uncle is still a patient, here at Arkham. then again ... I'm sure even a family like yours harbors plenty of its own fears. ❞ - from dr. Crane (because since i already hit you with mr. Jokes i figure i may as well throw in a crow for kicksss :x) (oh and if he's seems slightly unsettled by (adult?)Wednesday it's because he is.)

insanity  reigns  behind  her  eyes,  devoid  of  life  and  meaning.  she’s  staring  straightforward,  already  knowing  her  whereabouts  and  where  each  corner  led.  it  wasn’t  the  first  time  she  walked  those  halls  and  it  certainly  wouldn’t  be  her  last.  she’s  keeping  an  eye  on  the  doctor  through  her  peripheral  vision  though  —  she  couldn’t  trust  him.  no  doctor  who  keeps  the  insane  locked  should  be  trusted.  the  addamses  policy  states  that  all  madman  should  be  allowed  to  roam  as  they  wish  ;  that  is  the  only  way  to  achieve  the  level  of  chaos  in  the  world  they  oh  so  crave.

rims  of  her  pout  twitch  upwards,  the  sight  eerie  at  the  very  least.  head  slanted  to  the  side,  obsidians  now  piercing  doctor…  a  quick  glimpse  at  his  name  tag,  then  back  to  staring  him  dead  in  his  eyes,  ❝  you’re  wrong  about  something,  ❞  she  begins,  wiping  the  smug  upon  her  countenance  to  show  the  seriousness  of  her  words,  ❝  we  aren’t  keeping  my  uncle  fester  here  as  some  sort  of  punishment  or  because  we  can’t  evade  the  law.  ❞  why  on  earth  or  below  would  they  want  to  evade  the  law  when  they  are  the  ones  helping  with  writing  it?  eyes  dart  forward  once  more,  staring  into  the  void  and  nothing  more.  ❝  he  wants  to  stay  here.  and  who  are  we  to  deprive  a  man  of  what  his  heart  desires?  ❞  there’s  a  flicker  of  pure  madness  that  glistens  within  her  eyes,  one  she  doesn’t  let  doctor  crane  see.  it’s  only  a  matter  of  time  until  she’ll  join  the  club.  it’s  a  family  thing.

#nightmarefuele #♱ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️interactions ️️️️️️️️️️️️️| ️️️️️️️️️️️️️nightmarefuele ️️️️️️️️️️️️️+ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️scarecro #i finally replied to this after eons #shes the best subject for testing fear #she'll laugh at scarecrow but scream in terror if u show her a disney princess

[omi-boshi]

period cramps and a little bit of pining

your best friend omi comes over to take care of you during your period

tags: no plot just gratuitous fluff and yearning word count: 2.2k

through the haziness that comes from just waking up, you hear the muffled sound of knocking, followed by the click of the door unlocking. you poke your head out from under the covers, curious. the sound of footsteps and rustling just outside your bedroom door fill the space and truthfully, you should be more worried that a stranger has seemingly broken into your apartment. however, the lack of angry growling from your sweet great pyrenees and screams of bloody murder from the stranger soothe the concern that tries its damnest to rise above your grogginess. you stay quiet, curled up on your side, head still peeking out. the continuing muffled sounds almost lulling you to sleep, your eyes falling close. that's how kiyoomi finds you.

he pushes the bedroom door open. quietly, he pads over to the bed and crouches just beside where he can see your face. the concerned furrow between his brows softens slightly as he takes in your sleepy form. he debates waking you up, not wanting to disturb the sleep you're finally getting after a night dealing with cramps of the worst kind. he wishes nothing more than to indulge you as he always does but as your closest friend, he knows you have yet to get up and eat. and that takes priority. cautiously, he runs his fingers through your hair and down your cheek which you turn into, seeking the warmth radiating from his skin. the subconscious action disarms kiyoomi. he has to fight through the thumping in his heart to call your name until you finally start waking up. he watches as you rouse from your sleep, grumbling through the whole motion. it tugs a small smile up his lips. your eyes flutter open and the seconds that follow are punctuated by the stillness of the air as you stare up at him, slowly processing his presence. your eyes travel up his figure. the mask dangling from his right ear. the hoodie he wears — the one you usually steal from him. the fuzzy socks you got him for Christmas. the worn sweatpants you've told him many times to replace and yet he never does because it looks fine, you remember him arguing at some point. the memory of it makes you smile. your gaze trails to the soft curve of his lips, the moles partially covered by his damp messy hair — he must have showered before he came from practice — before finally landing on his eyes that quietly watch you. "hi," you finally whisper in what feels like eons. voice scratchy from disuse. "hey, sleepy head," he says just as softly, mirth coloring his tone. "what are you doing here?" "you texted me last night. did you forget?" you hum in confusion, sitting up slowly and pulling your arm from under the covers to look for your phone.

to omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:43 PM

omiii com e over tmrw :((( - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:44 PM

You okay? - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:44 PM

I have practice in the morning but I can come over after. Is that alright?

- to omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:07 PM

that work s yes!!! and im okya, just kinda in pain and loopy from the meds and sticky ;-; - to omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:07 PM

everything hurts n i cant sleep on my back but it's ok see u tmrw! - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:08 PM

It's that time, huh? - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:08 PM

Get some rest. I'll be there as soon as I can.

"oh," you mumble, as you scroll through your messages. "i thought I was dreaming." you put your phone down to look kiyoomi in the eyes, a tilt to your head. "i'm glad you actually came though." kiyoomi breathes in deeply, heart thumping so loud — at this point he's sure you can hear it. but of course, you are none the wiser as you continue peering down at him, sleepy smile on your face.

"of course, i would." he returns the smile. “anyway, i didn’t know what you wanted since you didn’t reply to me all morning.” he pulls out a paper bag that was sitting behind him. “so, i just got a bit of everything.” in your curiosity, you sit up straighter to look at the bag kiyoomi has brought. he starts pulling out its contents and showing them off to you with a dorky grin that grows the more items he shows you. there were donuts, churros, chocolates, cookies, mochi, bread of all variations, and a singular bottle of the tea drink you've been raving to him about the past month. "kiyoomi!" you yell, doubling over in laughter. "i can't eat all of this!" "well, good thing there's two of us," he rolls his eyes, grin still on his face. "in my defense, i didn't know what to get." which is a lie. sort of. because everything he got were things you mentioned craving the days leading up to this week. not that you needed to know that of course. "you'd ruin your diet for me, omi?" you pout, eye glimmering in amusement. "that's so sweet! come here!" you reach out to pinch his cheeks, cooing how your omi is the sweetest and kindest person there is and that people would know that more if you stop looking so grumpy, you idiot.he feels his ears flush and he pushes you — nudges, really — to the side, grumbling something about ungrateful spoiled brats. but he can't bring himself to actually chide you for it, not when you're high in spirits right now and he knows how the littlest things could set you off. he wants you happy for as long as your period lets you which isn't long; fickle as your moods are at these times. "alright, alright." he chuckles. "go freshen up and let's get some real food in you first before we eat the sweets," he stands up from his kneeling position on the floor, hand on your arm to pull you up, grunting as he does so. you groan as if remembering why he was here in the first place. you flop helplessly on the bed, boneless, unwilling to leave the inviting warmth of the blankets. "nooo," you whine, purposely obnoxious just to irk him enough to let you go. "i know what you're doing." he tugs again. "it's not gonna work." it's a losing battle, one that you fought valiantly 'til the end. your whining doesn't work and only ends with you thrown over his shoulder. you yelp, thumping his back with your fists in protest as he makes his way through the living room where your dog sees you both and follows you to the bathroom.

kiyoomi gently puts you down, righting your crumpled shirt. he chuckles at the look you send him. to him, you look about as threatening as a baby chick but he rightfully stays quiet. not taking any chances with your knees so close to his crotch. "there are some pads in the cabinet that i bought," he pauses to fix your hair that got messy from being upside down. "it's the kind you always have." you grumble out a thanks, still a bit peeved from being carried out of bed. kiyoomi was right, of course — you do need to freshen up — but you can still give him trouble for it. you're bleeding out and you feel all weird, sue you, right? "while you're here, i'll go heat up the food i got you — it's korean, by the way — and feed snowball too then we can do whatever you want after. sound good?" kiyoomi tilts his head towards you to see your face.

you don't answer immediately, still stubbornly holding on to the frustration of being forcefully pulled out of bed. but just like most things are with kiyoomi, it's a losing battle. again.

it doesn't take you long before you drop the pretenses and meet his gaze. what you see makes the fight in you leave all in one go. his gaze is warm with mirth and... something else. you don't know what it is but it makes you feel shy being at the receiving end of it. you are suddenly conscious of how sloppy you must look right now even though you know kiyoomi would not mind. in your rising embarrassment, you usher kiyoomi out of the bathroom, eyes not meeting his. snowball, who's just so happy to be there, follows kiyoomi out the door. a muffled boof! sounding through the door once you get it shut. you get your wits together and freshen up, taking extra time to deal with the flush on your cheeks that just won't disappear. kiyoomi is taking out the last of the food from the microwave as you come out of the bathroom, livelier now that you've washed your face. he greets you with a smile and calls you to the dining table. lunch is far calmer, a nice change of pace after the hectic ordeal of getting you out of bed. the strange shyness from earlier is forgotten temporarily as you both talk about nothing and everything; how volleyball practice went, how his courses are going, about the new show you wanted to watch with him. once you start feeling the cramps come up again, kiyoomi catches the change in your expression and decides it's time to go back to bed. he hands you the pill you take to treat the cramps and a glass of water. you give him a grateful smile and he ruffles your hair in return.

"go back to bed. i'll be there in a sec," he says, no room for argument. you feel a bit guilty not helping with the cleanup and you tell him as much. he only snorts and tells you it's fine and that it's what i'm here for.

it doesn't do much to abate your guilt but with the cramps only getting worse, there's not much of a choice to be made.

when kiyoomi comes back, he sees you curled up under the covers, eyes shut in pain. he grabs the rechargeable heating pad from across the room and nudges your hand with it. it's only then that you open your eyes.

"hi," you mutter, attempting to smile. "the medicine hasn't kicked in yet." you grab the offered heating pad. "hey, guess we're not watching that show then?" kiyoomi murmurs, knowing full well that you would want to sleep the ache away. you give him an apologetic smile which he only waves off. "i really wanted to watch it too," you mourn. "it's fine. we can watch it another time." he smiles kindly. the silence that follows is somewhat cautious, neither one sure where to go from here. usually, you would have invited kiyoomi into bed by now and he would groan his protest before reluctantly joining you, all the while you would be teasing him about it. but the shyness from before overtakes you and kiyoomi is unusually hesitant as well, eyes darting and feet shuffling in place.

he is the first to break the silence. "i'll head to the living room so you can sleep, okay?" he begins turning away from you. at his words, you hastily sit up. "omi," you call out. he looks to you, head tilted to let you know he's listening. you can barely hold eye contact as the next words stumble through your lips. "um, the-the heating pad falls off when i sleep on my side and, and you know how i can't sleep on my back because the bleeding would leak," you look away from his gaze. "do you... do you mind helping me?"

kiyoomi turns around, regarding you curiously. "and what do you want me to do?" knowing that words will fail you, you silently flip the covers and pat the space beside you. kiyoomi exhales and cautiously takes his spot on the bed, as if this is the first time he's done this. it makes you snort; your shyness and his hesitance, it's ridiculous. and yet you're unable to soothe your increasing heartbeat.

"and then?" kiyoomi asks, quietly.

shaking off the anxiety that's starting to take hold of you, you nudge his shoulder, urging him to lie down beside you. you turn your back towards him, reaching for his hand and slowly guiding it down to lay flat on the heating pad pressing to your lower abdomen. you swear you hear the sharp intake of breath over your shoulder; whether from the temperature of the heating pad or the action itself, you don't know.

kiyoomi is quick on the uptake and lays his palm fully on the pad. it takes you by surprise when he pulls you towards his chest that you can't help the little gasp you let out. "like this?" he asks, almost teasingly. the hesitance from before melting away from his tone. unfortunately for you, it does menacing things to your heart.

with your heart seizing in your chest, you hum your affirmative and relax in his hold. kiyoomi pulls up the covers on both of you and adjusts so that your head rests on his other arm. with the soft thump-thump of his heartbeat combined with the warmth from the heating pad and his body, you are slowly lulled to sleep. "we should talk about this, you know?" you hear just as you are on the brink of sleep and you only hum in response. you hear him chuckle, or rather feel the vibrations of it. And then lastly, a kiss to your hair. "another time then."

what comes after will be dealt with another time. for now, you will enjoy each other's warmth.

i wrote this on a whim because im currently bleeding out and everything hurts so bad and i wish i had an omi to take care of me ;;;;; I've got a more planned out fic that i can't wait to get out there i swear ;;;; pls take this crappy peace offering for now

#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa fluff #sakusa x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #hq!! #hq fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x self-insert #sakusa x y/n #sakusa imagines #sakusa x you #sakusa x self-insert #san's omi brainrot #haikyuu x you #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #sakusa oneshot #san's blobs #i can't believe this is my first work in 2 years im so sorry;;;; #this is all i can offer you #2k words of nothing #sakusa kiyoomi x reader

[mostlyhornyandsad]

Abby taking readers virginity👀 and reader cry’s from how good it is

a/n: this is kinda long and i just got carried away so its like a 2 part thing now. no smut in this one but its still nsfw . so they yk f*ck in the next part . Did I just hear a 'thank you'?" " yeah don't get used to it : pinterest prompt

cw: kissing, kissing KISSING , its implied that they've known each other for a while , yeah i think thats it

"Did I just hear a 'thank you'?" " yeah don't get used to it " she replies coldly, or at least some attempt at being cold. You've spent enough time with Abby to know that she's softened up . " not having any manners is very attractive you know?" you point out. she steps closer to you, her figure looming over you, she is so much taller, and she bends so your faces are on the same level "It's not attractive?" you nod your head no silently. It's a little hard to speak when she gets like this, intruding on your personal space.

"you don't find me attractive?" she rephrases her question. what are you even supposed to say, you could say no but you'd both know you were lying .abby moves closer, her eyes moving towards your lips, your noses touch and you shut your eyes, you would let her kiss you, you'd let her do pretty much anything. Abby makes your heart race, so loud you can't think of anything else. you feel her presence get farther, and when you open your eyes you see her smiling smugly. what an asshole, this is so embarrassing

Abby calls after you as you walk away annoyed, shes laughs a little, she thinks it funny. you definitely don't think it's funny . " get back to work," you tell her facing away from her as you look for something, medicine, food, a gun so you can shoot her. " I'm sorry, I was just messing with you," she says through laughs as she walks to you. your back to her chest, she's doing it again, intruding on your personal space. she grips your arm from behind and uses it to spin you around so you are face to face again, infuriatingly close . "what?" you ask her, barely looking at her. "I'm sorry," she says again softly."why do you do this Abby? Do you want me?" you ask her a little desperately. suddenly her hands are holding your face and her mouth is on yours, she kisses you softly and you kiss her back. " does that answer your question- you kiss her before she says something stupid again. you can feel her smile against your mouth and she's still smiling when you both pull back.

you just want to keep kissing her, so you do. you want her mouth glued to yours and you never want her to let you go . she slips her tongue into your and you start to lose your mind a little. you can feel her tongue , her teeth her mouth . she lets her hands find your waist as she holds you impossibly closer , her hands ar eon your waist and she can feel your skin, her hands are under your shirt

she starts moving the both of you until your back hits a wall and you look up at her. " wrap your legs around me" she tells you and you want to scream, " so do i like just jump or?" "yeah just jump" she says laughing , youre both laughing as you cling onto her now, your arms around her neck, her hands are under your ass, your legs around her waist . she pins you against that wall as she kisses you with all her heart , shes wanted to do this for so long, she adores you so fucking much. why didnt you do this sooner.

" you think there's a bed here somewhere?" she breaks the kiss to ask you." well someone lived here once so I bet there is," you tell her, voice a little breathless from all the kisses. You're glad Abby can't feel it but you're wet, soaked, drenched and so so desperate . " yeah? let's go find one then ." she says as she moves away from the wall, still carrying you in her strong, toned arms. you smile at her as she walks towards the couch near you "This should do " she says as she softly puts you down .. she gets on top of you and your legs wrap around her again.

thats when it hits you, its finally happening , you should tell her right, what if she can already tell?

"Abby" you put your hands on her shoulders to stop her " What is it baby?" she asks you.' Baby'? just kill me now, she's so hot.

"I've never done this before "

pt.2 <- heres pt 2

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader smut #tlou smut #2024's first fic #i have soo much to do this year

[shares-a-vest]

@steddielovemonth Day 10: Love is... Missing each other (Prompt by @lihhelsing)

wc: 723 | Rated: T for suggestive language & flirtacious banter | cw: None

Tags: Phone Calls, Rockstar!Eddie, Homesick, Eddie Misses Steve

Stevie, what are you wearing?

Eddie flips onto his stomach once he finally hears a dial tone. He didn’t think it would take this long, calling the concierge to transfer him to an international call, confirming his credit card and then waiting eons for a connection.

But fuck it, he misses his not-legally-binding husband.

It’s only been a week and the band has been killing it so far but…

Call him selfish, but Eddie misses the hell out of Steve, he is desperately resiting the urge to flee back to the airport and fly home. And he feels like a pathetic sap about it.

Maybe next time he should force the boys, their management and basically everyone around Corroded Coffin to set their touring to fit in with Steve’s school schedule. Yes, that could work – certainly much better than admitting how much he wants to be snuggled up in his comfy bed with Steve, drifting off to sleep together, hopefully without their cats bothering them too much.

The ringing continues and he worries that it is going to run out entirely. He bites at his thumb nail in anticipation – it’s not like he pre-organised this phone call and god knows what time it is in Hawkins.

“Hello?” Steve grumbles on the other end.

He sounds groggy with sleep, his voice a little far away as he likely fumbles for his glasses. Eddie grins and crosses his ankles, giddy like a goddamn schoolgirl calling her crush.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he beams, earning a whine at his equitable lack of volume control.

“S’early,” Steve mumbles, “Miss you.”

“I miss you more,” Eddie coos down the line. 

Steve huffs a laugh and echoes, “Miss you so much…”

There’s a rustling sound that follows and Steve hums.

“What are you doing?” Eddie wonders aloud.

“Getting comfy again,” Steve replies, “Closin’ my eyes and pretending you are next to me.”

“That so?”

Steve hums in the affirmative.

“Stevie…” Eddie purrs as he flips onto his back, “What are you wearing?”

“Sweatpants,” Steve replies, a smile evident in his voice.

“Nothing else...” he wonders.

“Nope!” Steve sounds a little more awake now.

“The barest chest,” Eddie continues, squirming around, feeling a teasing tingle at the thought – 

– Until the phone cord almost cuts off his air supply.

He palms around (though if anyone were to see him, it would probably be better described as a full-bodied flail) and tugs at the cord enough that something topples off the nightstand.

Whatever. As long as he can still hear Steve’s quiet and even breathing on the other end.

“What about you, Elvis?” Steve soon teases.

Eddie grimaces but responds nonetheless.

“I’m in my jeans,” he supplies, trying to remain at least a little coy, “And a t-shirt.”

“So, you aren’t ready for bed?” Steve teases, giggling out a little tee-hee that makes Eddie’s heart flutter – god he loves this silly man.

“Not until after I speak to you, precious,” he deadpans.

There’s another sound – like Steve is moving around amongst the bedsheets again. Eddie wiggles his brows and hastily hooks a finger under his waistband. But he soon scrunches his nose. He probably should have removed his belt and unzipped his fly during the never-ending dial tone.

“Shit,” Steve curses before groaning in a very unfun manner, “Oh no, buddy, c’mon!”

“What is it?” Eddie asks, propping himself up on his elbow.

“Go on, scram!” Steve commands, ignoring the question before whining again – one that sounds like whatever he is doing is an exercise in futility, “The cat won’t get off the bed.”

Eddie sinks back down.

Goddamn it.

“Which menace is bothering you, my darling?” he sighs, scrubbing his free hand over his face.

“Freddy.”

Eddie stifles a whimper as his heart swells. Of course, it’s the most adorable, scruffiest, wide-eyed and mischievous cat that’s annoying the heck out of Steve. A cat Steve himself only barely tolerates. Eddie can only imagine what Freddy must get up to when he touring.

“Fredrick?” he can’t help but beam, “Put him on the phone!”

“Eddie!”

“Please?” he begs, “I want to talk to him.”

“But what about…” Steve says, “Well, y’know?”

Eddie waves Steve’s worry away (even if he can’t see him).

“Keep it in your pants, Big Boy. We’ll get to that. Now put my son on the phone this instant!”

#this is only a suggestive little ficlet but it's under a 'read more' just in case #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #rockstar!eddie munson #steddielovemonth

[tojisun]

dunno where this came from bc i honestly just wanted a short ramble and not smthn long but here we are :'D this is an extension from my rambling yesterday about simon x reader but it's a dowry of blood au (brides of dracula retelling). i havent finished the book yet tbh but if ur planning on reading it, i do just wanna give a warning that it's dark and prose-heavy

cw: death/massacre; blood drinking; vampire-turning and stuff; inaccurate references to dracula lore

the village is gone. burnt. fire crackles amidst the broken hymns of the dead—they don't sing, not anymore of course, but their losses are catastrophic. you never realized how the apocalypse could be so loud.

you stand at the centre of the chaos, bloodied. bruised. ruined. the lone survivor.

the only one who was lucky enough to be saved.

brought out from the pyre, you were dragged into the shadowed corners and hidden from the pillagers who slaughtered everyone you loved and everyone you knew. you shook in your grief, screams erupting from the base of your throat, but all were silenced by an ice-cold palm over your mouth.

"shh, little one," he said. the first of his words; the first of his kindness. "you must be quiet."

your fury sputtered into anguish, the loss descending to you like the first drop of snow. tears spring from your strained eyes, staining even his hand; you did not know how to compress the bloating agony that was pressing into your lungs. your only comfort was that he seemed to favour you enough to keep you safe, even if just for a moment. 

rain had fallen by then—it seemed like it knew that tragedy had struck this little place. it extinguished enough of the fire, washing away the smell of ashes and leaving only the pungence of iron. blood.

with it, your adrenaline wore off, and you began to feel the extent of your pain. of course, you were not unscathed, but you didn’t expect your body to be so brittle. 

you fell, tumbling into the muddy ground and right before his feet. you croaked in pain, lungs constricting. it was becoming a lot more difficult to breathe, to speak. you wondered why death came to you slowly.

he knelt down by your side, cold hand brushing away at your dirty hair. he was speaking to you softly, words passing through his lips in soft lilts. you struggled to hear him, your ears ringing, numb, as your mind pulsed in your skull.

you groaned, begging him to stop. to go away. you had nothing to pay him back with, nothing to entertain him, so you told him just as much. you told him to let you die in silence because how else could he save you?

“that is troubling,” was all he said, his words were rumbled from the depths of his chest like he hadn't used his voice in eons. 

you peeled your eyes open, wondering what it must be that he was after, then you finally saw what he was—pale skin gleaming underneath the moonlight with eyes dark like wine. he was not a human. he couldn’t have been one.

your mother told you tales of the wicked. of those cursed and abandoned by the almighty father—she told you of their beauty, of their wealth, of their hunger.

(they do not know how to love, she said as she tucked you underneath your sheets. they only know how to deceive.)

your body locked, heart congested with fear—your body knew then, didn’t it? that this being that held you close was far more terrifying than the invaders. that your body survived the fire, the greed of humanity, only to be devoured by the devil.

“please,” you whimpered, the will to live burning inside you once again. you didn’t care about the pillagers, you didn’t want their mercy, but this being. this creature of the dark, oh how you craved his clemency.

“please, save me.”

“i cannot save you,” he said. 

his hand fell to your throat, grasping it gently, almost reverently. he swiped his thumb along the expanse of your skin to feel the way you swallowed. 

“but i can help.”

you tried to reply, to beg once more, but the words could not be sounded out, your throat having been too ruined for any prayer. you shook with your desperation, turning your eyes to him to express your ragged hope. you prayed that he may see your plea. you prayed that he may bless you with his curse.

he smiled, fangs glinting before your eyes. then, he murmured, “of course.”

(mama? how do you know when your prayers are answered?

well, sometimes it starts off painful.

painful?

yes, little star. but then, it becomes euphoric. freeing. good suffering.)

his teeth tore into your skin, ripping apart the muscles as it hunted for the blood. you screamed, throat scratching at the intensity of your pain; it was unbearable, burning unlike that of fire, scalding as it slithered down your very being. something was happening then. something unholy. 

you were being remade. reshaped. taken apart one bloodied fragment at a time.

you felt like you were at the precipice of death, so close to the edge and into eternal damnation, but he would not let you. chained to his hunger, your body writhed underneath the extent of his power; burning. burning. burning.

he was your new pyre. 

he was hell.

you begged for anything to subdue the pain; for a touch kinder, warmer; for the ceasing of it all. 

and it did.

his lips left the sensitive patch of your neck, pulling away with a hummed smile as though it were ambrosia he was sucking out of you. you stared at his lips, stained with your blood, and, within a fraction of a heartbeat, unrelenting hunger coursed through you.

you yowled, your mind heavy and your body sore. you felt lost; you felt like you were drained and left as nothing but a shell of what you once were.

“good. that’s good,” he crooned, his eyes wrinkled in his joy. “this hunger is proof of your new life.”

he brought his wrist to his lips and bit into his own skin. the first puncture oozed out with blood; you watched it pool, beading, before it trickled down the length of his arm. your throat constricted, tongue heavy all of a sudden in your mouth.

a taste. you craved for a taste.

he smiled as he pressed his wrist to your lips. “go on,” he murmured. “drink.”

you were delirious, or you must be, for you to have listened to him—your weak hands grasped at his wounded arm, pulling it closer to your maw.

you drank. 

that experience of having the first drop on your tongue was indescribable. it was like you have never eaten before; like you have never been fed. never been nourished.

it was like anything that sustained you before had been erased from your memories; you don’t remember the taste of your mother’s cooking anymore, nor the sweets that your grandmother brought home with her for you on occasions when her mistress remembered to reward her, nor the milk from your father’s cows. 

every sweet memory was washed away by the blood pouring down your throat; every gulp a sinister promise of what would be irreversible.

your body sang, skin mending itself, and bones healing underneath torn muscles. numbness filtered in—it had never felt like salvation before.

lost in your new paradise, you didn't notice as your saviour cupped your cheek once more. his touch was gentle. it was kind.

he leant forward and kissed your forehead—a reward for surviving.

“my name’s simon,” he whispered, nuzzling you. “and you will be my bride, won’t you, my dark miracle?”

your mouth left his arm, reluctant but necessary, because even before he said his name, you knew he was your master. you knew that in exchange for this new life he’s cursed you with, you were to be obedient to him no matter what. 

you nodded, breathless and ragged.

“yes, my lord.”

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cw blood #suns #so uhhh whatchall think

[stupidlovergirl]

I Wanna Be Yours

Feat. Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor

Dev Notes: I wrote this over a course of a few months, I had bad writers block, but I powered through because I loved this concept, some of them feel a little repetitive, but we still are ballin. Also, sidenote, Belphie gets a little roughed up (no punches but you do shake him around a lil)

You and Lucifer had been dancing around each other for about a month. You know you're definitely not ‘just friends’, you haven’t been for awhile. Between the quiet moments you have shared together, to the almost kisses, and more importantly the looks he has given you. The vulnerability in his eyes as he lets you take care of him, a first in so, so many years. Eons, if you had to honestly guess. That’s what makes you mad. Lucifer likes to do things on his own terms, and you feel like you have given enough time to do what you obviously both want. So, you’ve finally gathered the courage to confront him. Lucifer may be the demon of pride, but yours won’t allow yourself to be treated as someone who's ‘just a friend’

So, why do you feel so anxious, fear clawing in your stomach and throat as you stand at his office door. ‘You got this’ is all you can chant as you knock softly on his door.

“Come in”

Its do or die. 

As you step in, Lucifer looks up to greet you with a nod.

“Lucifer,” you swallow, “we really need to talk.” At that, he sets down his pen and takes off his glasses

“You sound serious, may I ask about what?”

“About us” It’s do or die. 

The look of surprise that flitted onto his face was quickly replaced with a steely gaze.

“Ah, about us.” He sounds calm, collected, like you didn’t just confront him with your entire relationship.

“What are we Lucifer? Cause it’s not just friends” You did it, but it doesn’t mean you won’t die. The feeling in your throat surely makes you feel like you're going to suffocate. You just know you gotta go on. You can’t hold your love in anymore. Screwing your eyes shut, you take in a few breaths. In, Hold, Out. In, Hold, Out.

“Not just friends?” He repeats at you

“Unless you show the same vulnerability and almost kiss your friends” you reply.

“I like you Lucifer, and I can’t stop anymore. I want to kiss you, I want to hold you, and that isn’t something I want to do with friends. It’s what I want to do with someone I like, someone…someone I love”

When you open your eyes, you see Lucifer, who looks shocked.

“Love?” he whispers, looking into your eyes for the lie

“Love.” you state, feeling the bravest you have the entire time. 

“Would you be mad if I said I loved you too?” he says a little louder, looking at you with a wanting you have grown familiar with. With that you smile

“I’d be more mad if you didn’t” He stands up and finally steps towards you. You meet him halfway.

“So, what does that mean for us?” you whisper, holding his hand

“It means we’re together” he tells you, leaning down to seal the deal with something you have been waiting for.

Mammon would never admit he likes you, even though you and everyone else are very well aware. So, after a while, you get tired. If he “doesn’t like” you, then he wouldn’t mind if you went on a date now would he? You don’t mean to be malicious, but he needs to realize that, while you're fine with a game of chase, people get tired and will stop. He just needs to think that you’re stopping the chase. So, when you called him for outfit input, he had no clue what he was in for.

“Well, which one, this shirt, or this one?” you ask, flipping between them.

“The first one goes with yer pants more” he replies, looking down at his phone

“Thank you!” you reply, gathering the rest of the outfit. You went off to the bathroom to change while Mammon continued to look invested in his phone. You come back, smiling. There’s just something about dressing up that gives someone confidence. You pulled out a gold chain and its matching bracelet. One specifically given to you by your first man.

“Well? How do I look?” you say, turning towards him. 

When he looks up, your expecting the blush on his face, your also expecting the way he quickly turns away from you

“You, you look alright” he mumbles out, looking back slowly. You fake a pout at this response

“Just alright?” you ask, looking at him with the biggest puppy eyes you could muster.

“You look very pretty,” he responds, blushing an even darker shade. You smile, readying your next trick.

You turn away, “Great! I hope my date shares the same sentiment” is all you reply with, going to the mirror to fix your hair. The gasp, yelp, and thud is all you have to hear to know Mammon has fallen off the bed in shock.

“What? Is it that surprising that I got a date?” you ask, turning to look at his scrambling attempts to stand up.

“You- you can’t go on a date!” he says, stumbling towards you. 

“Why not?” you reply

“B-because! You just can’t!” he grabs your shoulders, shaking you

“Mammon, it’s just a date! It probably won’t be anything but that.” you tell him shaking your head and pushing his hands off you.

“Still!” he insists

“Alright, I’ll call it off if you can give me one good reason.” you tell him. You’ve got him, hook line and sinker.

“You can’t go because…because…” he mumbles something, youre pretty sure it’s an “I like you”, but you’ve waited this long and planned to milk it.

“Becauuse?” you ask, smiling

“Because I like you!” he yells, face hot as the sun.

“I like you too, dork” you reply, pulling him in for a kiss 

“Is this the time to tell you there was no date?”

Levi has gotten you so confused lately. You never really put a label on your guys' relationship, but he recently said something, and it irked you. The other day at a con, he had told one of the other people that you were "just a good friend of his”. Which, you know is technically not a lie, but you felt hurt hearing it come from him. Your mind has been heavy with the thought. Just friends. Friends. God, why did that word hurt? It wasn’t a bad thing, but it just didn’t feel right. It dawns on you one day as you sit with Levi as he shows you a new anime he’s been watching.

“Yeah! They’re super popular, and it’s really no surprise, they’re obviously gonna be end game. I was even thinking we could cosplay them at the next con! I think a lot of people…”

Levi’s voice fades into the background. A couples cosplay, he’s suggesting a couple’s cosplay. Why is he suggesting that? You are friends. Just a good friend of his. Yet you know you're not just friends. You guys don't do things just friends do. He gifts you items that are rare in games, and he wouldn't do that for anyone else. You guys have matching profile photos on basically all your social medias and games, you have a playlist made specifically with his taste in mind. You've never done that with anyone that was just a friend to you. That's what you'd do with someone you were dating, or we're into.

Oh.

Oh.

You were into Levi, and subconsciously had been dropping hints. And he's responded to them all. What does that mean? Does that mean he's also into you? What are you? What are you two in his eyes?

“You confuse me” you say, cutting through his words

“Yeah, the plot is a little convoluted but-”

“Not the anime, not the storyline, you Levi, you confuse me” you feel like you're bursting.

“The other day, you said I was just a friend, but now you’re suggesting a couples cosplay? What are you hinting at Levi? What are we?”

Levi looks at you, surprised, then casts his eyes down, face flushing

“I-i dunno…,” he whispers, and you sigh

“I don’t know either, honestly. Whatever we are though, it isn’t just friends” you gulp, and look down at your hands,, “My feelings for you are too strong to just be your friend”

“...Really?” he squeaks out

“Yeah, I- I really, really like you Levi” you mumble out

“I really really like you too…" he replies back in an equally soft voice.

You look up at him, a softly smile, and he gives you a wobbly one back.

Satan and you have been reading the same book recently. You had seen it on display in a store and you both decided to get one and read it.

It was pretty good, a romance novel of two friends who were too scared to tell each other about their feelings, a real slow burn, but it wasn't annoying. You enjoyed it a lot, and Satan seemed to be too.

So imagine your surprise when one of the scenes felt too personal, specifically with the boy who you were sharing the novel with.

When one of the characters bought a romance book, and added notes and highlighted parts that reminded them of the love interest, and gave it to them. It made you think of when Satan would lend you books with his own notes in the margins on sticky notes and flags. It made you giggle, which shocked you.

Why did you feel so floaty at that thought…

Why did you like the thought of Satan doing that for you?

Then you pondered it.

This isn't the first time you've done this, thought of Satan doing something romantic for you.

Actually, you kinda do it a lot. Honestly, you and Satan do a lot of couple based stuff.

Cuddling, grocery shopping, a lot of free time you spend with him.

Huh, you and Satan are basically…

…

Are you and Satan dating?

At that thought you stood up and started your mission of finding the blond, which wasn't difficult.

"Satan?" You speak into the library. You see him stand up from his search from the bottom shelf.

"Hey, there you are," he says, and you approach him.

"I have a question" you ask

Then you pause

"Are we dating?"

Satan looks at you, then starts pondering

"Yes, I guess we are!"

You nodded your head

"Thank you for confirming"

Asmo likes taking you out. Parties, clubs, fancy openings, the highest scale restaurants. He never disappoints, as he always knows where the next best event is. Yet even still, you guys are in agreement, the best event is your weekly spa day. Where you two get to be yourselves, where Asmo drops the act of being perfect for a crowd to just be himself. You've seen Asmo dressed up, looking absolutely ethereal, but nothing is as pretty when he's laughing at a stupid joke he heard the other day and repeated it to you.

So, when your weekly spa date rolled around, and Asmo applied your face cream and started talking about these two demons who have, as he says, "been dancing around each other when it's obvious they want to make out", it makes you laugh.

"How is it obvious?" you ask, watching as he pulls away from your face, and adds the product to his own face.

"Like, they're never apart from each other! Every time I see them, they are together! Not to mention, they do things that is soooo obviously romantic coded for them! They match outfits, like, all the time! Also, they have rings, RINGS!! Like, could that get more obvious?? That's not even getting into their Devilgram posts and captions"

You stop and look at him. Really look at him

"Asmo" you say, but he's still in his rant

"I just wish one would admit they were into the other, it would be so much easier than having to pretend that they're not obviously making eyes at each other-"

"Asmo." you say more stern, trying to catch his attention

"Also, those pet names have for eachother? Like, yeah, they can be platonic, but they're obviously playing it off! And UGHHH ALSO-"

"ASMO!" You shout, finally catching his attention.

"No need to yell, darling, I'm right here!" He huffs playfully, smiling

"What is it?"

"Asmo, we do all that. Like, verbatim"

With that he looks at you, and giggles, a little strained "Yeah I guess we do huh"

"Does that mean we obviously want to make out?" you jokingly ask

The mischievous look in his eyes answer all it self

Beel loves to eat, and even more he loves to eat food you make him. You have started making him simple meals for after Fangol practice. You always come near the end, sitting on the bleachers and waiting for him to finish. Sometimes the other players will come and talk to you, but not that often. It was of these meetings that sparked an idea in your mind.

"Man, Beel is sure lucky to have a partner like you! I wish mine made me something to eat after every pratice" he says, chuckling a little

"Oh, well thank you, but Beel and I aren't dating" you said, a quiet chuckle escaping you

That made the demon look at you, eyes wide "You're not?"

"No?"

That made the demon laugh, a smile splitting his face "Well, that's news. We all thought you had been dating this entire time! Sorry for the comment, I hope it didn't make you feel awkward"

You waved it off "Ah, no, it's cool"

You continued talking to him for a little while longer, but he soon took his leave. Not long after, Beel came to see you, freshly showered and smiling.

"Hey" he says, leaning down to pick up you bag and throw it over his shoulder as you stand, his food in your hand.

"Hey! Here you go, I made you steamed salmon with grilled vegetables and rice" you said, standing up and handing it to him. He smiled even brighter, and you smile too.

"Thanks, that sounds really good"

And with that the two of you start walking back home, Beel eating his meal while you chatter on about your day. Of course, Beel finishes quickly and starts talking about his too. Not long after he tells you about Asmo and the stunt he pulled in Magical Potions, you remember the comment the demon before made

"Beel, did you know your teammates think were dating?"

That gave the Avatar of Gluttony a pause, as he ponders

"No, but it makes a lot more things make sense..."

"Huh?" that made you pretty confused. They were saying stuff that was pertaining to you supposedly dating?

"Yeah, sometimes they would give suggestions to dinner places, I thought it was weird that they were so fancy, but the food was always good so I thought they were being nice. They would always say that you'd enjoy it too. I guess they were suggesting date spots"

That made your jaw drop. They had been suggesting upscale restaurants for you two? Then it clicked in your head, that Beel had taken you to them also. You guys had been going to date spots.

"Yeah, I guess that would also explain why they were so congratulatory when I mentioned when you and I went to them with you."

You slightly gaped at him, and subconsciously stopped walking. He stopped when you did, turning and looking at you. You both look at eachother, and then you laugh.

"No wonder they thought we were dating"

The two of you continue walking, both of you silent, yet comfortable

Until, Beel spoke up, "What if we did start dating?"

You looked at him, and smiled "Well, I wouldn't mind" you say with soft laugh "It probably wouldn't change much"

"Then, will you go on date with me?" Beel said, softly slipping his hand into yours, and you look up towards the giant, seeing the soft blush on his face

"I'd love too, Beel" you said, squeezing his hand softly, and start to swing your hands lightly, feeling on top of the world.

You were hunting for a certain sleepy demon, dead set on having a talk with him. Apparently, Belphie had taken to telling others that you were dating, without even consulting you about it. You only found out about it when you were talking with a demon you found cute and he brought up how good of a couple you and Belphie were as a couple. The shock was so big you soon ended the conversation and went to hunt down the Avatar of Sloth.

It wasn't that hard to find him, as he was where you expected him to be, in the attic. Unless he's really sleepy, he always trudges up to nap in the attic after school. You typically were nicer about waking him up, but you were filled with vengeance, so you didn't feel bad when you yelled right into his ear.

"BELPHEGOR!!!" you shouted at the top of your lungs into his ear, and he open his eyes with a huff, looking at you sleepily.

"Ugh, really? Can't you be nicer?"

"Belphegor, why are people saying were dating?" you said, standing above him, arms crossed across your chest.

He looks at you, trying to understand what you said, and then fucking smirked. You felt your anger flare up even more.

"Because I wanted too, we basically are anyways, so why not?" he said, shrugging, and rolling over to go back to sleep. You scrubbe your hand over your face, and then snatched him up by his collar.

"Belphie, we are not 'basically dating'! We don't do anything couples do!" you yelled, slightly shaking him.

"Oh yeah? Don't we cuddle a lot? Share clothes? Those are pretty couple like" he says with a smirk

"Because you sneak into my bed and steal my clothes!" you yell at him

"Yet you never do much but roll your eyes in response, if you actually cared, you'd do a lot more. Not to mention, all the things you do just with me? I've never seen you care about the others as much as me. You always make sure they include me, even if I'm asleep. Make sure I have notes even though you know I'll be fine. You do so much. Just for me" the smugness in his voice and condescending smirk makes you angry, enraged even. Yet, even then, you just let go, and roll your eyes. Okay, so maybe you did do a lot for Belphie, and maybe it was because you romantically liked him. Yet, he can't just do that! He never even formally asked you out!

"It doesn't matter what I do or don't do, what matters is that you never even told me! When people are dating, usually all the parties involved know, but you didn't tell me!"

Belphie just smiled, "Well, do you want to date?"

You just huffed and rolled your eyes

"......yeah"

#obey me x reader #obswd x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #obey me x you #obswd x you #lucifer x you #mammon x you #leviathan x you #satan x you #asmodeus x you #beelzebub x you #belphegor x you #bunny's.game.collection

[hxney-lemcn]

From the Start — Abyss Razor x gn! reader

summary: reader and Abyss finally make plans for a first date

tw: light angst (this is fluffy tho I swear)

a/n: I'm on a roll, this has turned into a mini series. ^gif is literally Abyss to reader

wc: 1.1k

Master List | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

You didn’t have a chance to say a word. By the time the words had left the blue haired man’s lips, he had run like his life depended on it. You were left flabbergasted, standing with your jaw slack in the garden. It felt like your soul left your body. Did that really happen? Were you hallucinating? What were you supposed to do now?

All you could do was walk back to your dorm, contemplating the absurd events that had happened just moments prior. Did his feelings really run deep enough to propose so soon? Or had it been a reaction to your confession? It was clear he didn’t think of himself as worthy for anyone, so did your heartfelt emotions overwhelm him?

You entered your dorm with a muddled mind, unaware of your roommate's curious gaze, “What’s got you thinking so hard?”

“I think I’m getting married,” You tried to joke, but your heart thumped faster as you recalled Abyss’ sincere gaze as he spoke the words. Obviously you weren’t actually planning on marrying him…not yet at least, but the fact that Abyss was willing to think of a future with you caused butterflies to line your stomach. 

“Can I give a speech?” They asked, unphased by the sudden turn of events. 

“I know I said that jokingly but I was literally just proposed to,” You emphasized the truth to your earlier statement.

“By pretty boy?” They asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

“By pretty boy,” You confirmed, plopping onto your bed. You had confided in them about your feelings for Abyss. They had deemed him a pretty boy after they saw you two walking down the corridor. 

It felt like eons before you saw Abyss again. You’d run into Finn, who greeted you warmly. You asked him if he’d seen or heard from Abyss recently and he sweatdropped. 

“He’s really embarrassed,” Finn confessed, scratching his cheek. “I overheard what happened when he told Mash, but when I advised him to just talk to you he almost passed out.”

Blinking in surprise, you replied, “Oh.”

In the meantime, you had caught up with your younger friend. Helping him with his homework and giving him tips on how to get through his first year. It was nice to put your worries on the backburner. It was also satisfying to watch Finn’s face light up as you helped him finish a project of his that he’d forgotten. Everything felt normal again…until your problem walked through the door to the library. His eyes had landed on you almost right away, and before you could even blink he had disappeared. It seemed that if you wanted to confront him, it would take more effort than last time. 

Abyss was mortified at how carelessly he let his feelings slip. He felt pathetic that your confession sparked such a fervid emotion in him that he couldn’t even control his mouth. You, alongside Abel, were a shining star in his dull world. Where he was ruthlessly mocked, berated, and nearly killed for his existence, you had bestowed nothing but kindness. You were an angel in his eyes, sent from the heavens and somehow managed to stumble upon his wretched form. Your warmth had seeped into his heart and tainted it as yours. You may not have seen your actions as praise worthy, but they were everything to him. 

Abel was important to him as well, but his feelings towards you were different, fiercer. Your presence alone made him feel content. He didn’t need anything as long as you graced him with your smile. He’d be content to be on the sidelines, as long as you were happy. So why did he have to ruin it with his foolish feelings? Let alone something as drastic as marriage? He hadn’t even courted you properly! He couldn’t bear to handle what you possibly thought of him now. 

He could avoid you easily enough. His personal magic was perfect for this exact situation, but the longer he spent time away from you, the bigger the ache in his heart grew. He had already been connecting random things to you, but it had grown worse in your absence. You would’ve loved to see that flower. You would’ve loved to see that strange bug. You might need to know this fact that he had learned for your shared class. Everything seemed to lead back to you.

He missed the sound of your voice. The warmth that encapsulated him when you directed your smile towards him. He missed the way you’d light up and ramble about topics you loved. He missed when you sat close to him in your excitement to show him something. He missed you. 

You were surprised when Abyss had approached you. It had only been a week since the incident. You were half expecting to have been forced to come up with an elaborate plan to get to speak with Abyss. Looking back, it was just a silly incident, it wasn’t a big deal. He had professed his feelings for you in his own way. It was endearing really. What wasn’t silly was him avoiding you like the plague. 

“I apologize for my impulsive behavior-”

You cut off his apology by enveloping him into a hug. Comfort washed over you as you finally got to hold the silly man. He wrapped his arms around you slowly, hiding his face into your neck. You both felt a sense of peace in the other's warmth. Resting your head on his shoulder, a pout suddenly formed on your lips.

“You know, you can’t just ask me to marry you and then just disappear,” You huffed, squeezing him to let him know you weren’t really angry. You were just glad that he was back. He stiffened in your hold, pulling you closer so you couldn’t witness his embarrassment. You continued before he could apologize further, “Although it’s a bit soon for us to marry, I’m open to dating.”

Abyss let out a squeak, pulling away to hide his face behind his hands. Even though both of your feelings have been out in the open for quite a bit, you still felt a rush of anxiety fill your veins, hoping that he wouldn’t find a way to reject you. 

“I-I w-would be h-honored to a-accompany you on a d-d-date,” Abyss muttered, bowing before you.

You felt your face heat up at the scene, but it did little to quench the giddiness that consumed you, “Are you free this weekend?”

#abyss razor x reader #mashle x reader #mashle #abyss x reader #razor x reader #abyss razor #abyss #razor #x reader

[weirdmorefics]

Hiya, could you do a Aziraphale x Demon!Reader x Crowley (if that's alright with you) where it's the end of season 2 and the reader is arguing with Aziraphale because he's leaving and Crowley is just standing behind them still trying to comprehend what's happening, but because the reader is a demon they have never cried not once in their life so they start breaking down (ugly crying) and it pisses of Crowley seeing reader cry like that, hope this request is alright can change it it you want to x

A/n- Oh my goodness love this request I am a sucker for angst

AO3, Etsy Shop, Youtube,

TW- Major sadness

Reader's Pronouns- They/Them

Word Count- 978

Nothing Lasts Forever

Crowley x Reader x Aziraphale

Y/n anxiously plays with their hands waiting for Aziraphale to return, "Do you think he's safe with Metatron?"

"I am sure he will be fine. As much as we love to save our dear angel and mock him mercilessly, he's been protecting himself for eons," Crowley replies confidently.

Despite Crowley's confident words his face does not appear to match. He places Y/n's hands in his own and does not speak a word about it.

After sitting in silence for a long time, just the two of them ruminating on their own thoughts, a bell rings. Y/n stands up speedily and Crowley is quick to follow. Y/n moves closer to Aziraphale to check if any harm has been done but he has the widest grin on his face so the pair doubt he is injured.

"What did he want," Y/n asks fearing the answer.

"With Micheal being gone... there is a space. He wants me to be an archangel," Aziraphale beams with shock and joy.

Y/n is frozen in shock and Crowley steps closer, "He said what?"

"He said I could appoint you both to be angels! Come back to heaven and-and everything!" He uncharacteristically stutters due to the pure amount of joy. "Like old times probably even nicer!"

Y/n clenches their fist and gulps loudly even though they don't technically need to as a celestial being it just seemed like the situation desperately called for it.

Crowley went straight to anger, "And you told him where he can stick it? Oh, we're better than that! You're better than that, Angel! You don't need them! Y/n and I certainly don't need them! They ask Y/n and I back to Hell! We said no! I am certainly not going back to their team! Neither should you!"

"You two obviously said not to Hell, they're the bad guys," Aziraphale states surely. "Heaven is the side of truth, light, of good," he lists confused as to what Crowley is not getting.

If I could throw up I think I would. If Hell loves punishment so much you think they would make vomiting a must because it looks really painful when humans do it. Again maybe they wouldn't do that because vomiting is a way of cleansing your stomach and they are very against that.

"When Heaven ends all life on earth all humanity will be just as dead as if Hell did it," Crowley states. "Tell me you said no," Crowley says each word as if it were the end of a sentence.

Aziraphale does not respond and I am finally able to push words out of my mouth, "You did say no Azirapahle... right?"

"If I am in charge I can make a difference," he looks into Y/n's eyes with pity.

Y/n eyes have an unfamiliar feeling, they feel wet and sting.

Crowley starts to pace, "Oh god, oh, I didn't get a chance to say what I was going to say. I better say it now. Right okay. We are a team a group of us, we have known each other a long time, we all rely on each other. I would like us to- I mean if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it. Go off with each other, then we three can! Just the three of us! We don't need Heaven we don't need Hell. They are toxic! We need be away from them and just be us," he looks between the two of us.

The unfamiliar feeling in y/n's eyes spreads leaving a trail of wetness down their cheek. The wetness keeps spreading they can feel several different lines of water down my face.

Aziraphale runs up to Crowley, "Come with me to Heaven I'll run it the best and you will be my second in command! We can make a difference!"

Y/n bites her lip harshly, " What about the bookshop? What about humanity? The new food inventions you will miss out on? What about our life here!"

The two look at Y/n oddly and the new feeling in them makes them clench their eyes tight and gasp. Y/n wipes their hand across their face and looks down at the wetness in their hands. The wetness won't stop streaming down my face. This isn't right. I shouldn't be able to cry. I shouldn't feel this deeply. Nevertheless, I can't stop the water in my eyes and can't stop gasping for air that I don't even need.

Aziraphale looks at me in a way he never has before. It's the gaze humans give their offspring when they first realize the world is unfair and unjust.

"Oh Y/n, nothing lasts forever," Aziraphale says regretfully.

Y/n puts their palm to their chest and gasps, "Oh."

Crowley looks at Aziraphale with disgust, "That's how it is... good luck then."

Y/n looks up at Crowley vision blurry with newfound tears and Crowley looks back mournfully. Crowley throws his arm around Y/n's shoulder and starts to escort them out the door.

"Good luck?' Aziraphale gasps. "I don't think you know what I am offering the two of you!"

"I think the two of us know better than you do," Crowley snaps back.

Aziarphale tries to negotiate with Y/n, "Y/n, please you are supposed to be the reasonable one out of the two of you! You are no demon you are crying!"

Crowley's jaw tightens and Y/n clenches their fists harder than they have in their entire long life.

Y/n can barely gasp out, "You hear that?"

Aziraphale shakes his head rapidly, "I hear nothing!"

"Exactly, no nightingales," Y/n gasps again.

"You idiot! We could have been something! Just the three us," Crowley shouts as he leads Y/n out the door leaving a stunned and a little bit broken Aziraphale.

#good omens fanfiction #good omens x reader #crowley x reader #crowley x aziraphale #crowley x arizaphale #crowley x y/n #crowley x you #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale x y/n #aziraphale x you #aziraphale x reader #good omens drabble #good omens oneshot

[berenwrites]

For Love – Steddie Flashfic – PG

A/N: Had a totally different fic in mind when I opened my doc to work on it, and this happened, so I hope you like it. Don’t forget to check out all the other great fics at @steddiemicrofic too💖.

Written for prompt: CHARM | 548 words | rated: PG | cw: none

Steve’s current position seemed oddly familiar, although this time it was claws at his throat, not a broken bottle, and he was being held against a tree not a wooden wall. Eddie didn’t look that much different really. His teeth were sharper, his eyes were darker, and he seemed incredibly strong, but Steve could still see Eddie underneath.

“Long time no see, Sweetheart,” Eddie said, voice deep and resonant.

It had been two months-ish. They were almost ready with the plan to end Vecna for good. Steve had been patrolling to make sure nothing had come through the rifts, looking out for demodogs or demobats, not dead friends.

“You don’t look afraid enough, Stevie,” Eddie said, leaning in close, “anyone would think you like this.”

Contrary to some peoples’ opinions, Steve was not an idiot. On their last adventure, he had seen the way Eddie had snatched glances at him when he thought Steve wasn’t looking. He could also guess how Eddie would assume he would react to something like that. The taunt was designed to make him worry about more than his life.

“Let me go and find out,” he said as best he could with fingers wrapped around his throat.

“Gonna run, Big Boy?” Eddie asked, leaning in close. “You won’t get far.”

“Then you’ve got nothing to worry about,” he replied, staring into those dark eyes.

Eddie laughed, something between what Steve had heard before and a guttural hissing noise.

“All the more fun for me,” Eddie decided with a toothy grin, and the pressure on Steve’s neck lessened.

He could have run. Animal instincts looked at the predator in front of him and told him to, but he didn’t.

“Screw it,” he said, and as Eddie stepped away, he went with him.

Bringing up both hands, he took Eddie’s face between his palms and leaned in to kiss him. He held nothing back. None of the loss or need that had had months to percolate and grow after he had done some soul searching, realising what might have been. None of the passion he had used to charm so many girls, but never felt coming back. Because there was something else they had discovered since last time. Music brought people back because music touched something deep inside, and there were other ways to reach that too.

Maybe this was the way he would die, but Steve had to try. He put everything he was into the kiss, all his hopes, all his dreams, all his love. He might not have known Eddie properly for long, but he had listened to Dustin, to the other boys, to Wayne, who had refused to leave town, and he had learned.

Falling in love with an idea, a memory, was so clichéd, so very him. He hadn’t realised it, not completely, not until Eddie had come out of the darkness at him. Maybe the Upside Down had finally driven him mad as desperation filled him.

Eddie’s skin was cold against his. Eddie’s body was frozen. Eddie tasted like ash.

But Steve could not let go, would not give in. If there was a chance, he had to take it for the sake of them both.

And finally, after seconds that felt like eons, Eddie’s arms pulled him close.

#steddie #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficseptember #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie

[haddonfieldwhore]

pretty white jaws - vessel

vessel x (gn!)reader

warnings: inhuman!vessel, biting, angst, reader becomes inhuman as well, not lore accurate, blood/blood drinking (basically a vampire au)

word count: 1k

the day had finally come, the day that vessel had yearned for and dreaded simultaneously for nearly the entirety of your relationship. all the time you spent together, an vessel found himself constantly worried that it wouldn’t be enough time. almost instantly after meeting you, he knew that he needed to find a way to keep you next to him for all eternity, and after pleading and bargaining in anyway he could, sleep had finally agreed to grant his wish. he had given vessel permission to bestow upon you the same immortality sleep had given him what felt like eons ago, and vessel was now tasked with the responsibility of telling you the news.

vessel found you in the kitchen, washing some dishes leftover from dinner, and crept up behind you, his long arms encircling your waist as his chin rested on your shoulder. you giggled as his breath tickled your skin, and shut of the water, drying your hands on a towel.

“hello, ves.”

“hello my darling,” he hummed, placing his lips against your clavicle in a soft kiss. “come with me.” he pulled you towards the bedroom, sitting down on the bed before pulling you into his arms again, his back against the headboard and yours against his chest. vessel papered more kisses over your shoulders and up your neck mv planting his lips against your cheek as you giggled under his touch. your hands intertwined with his, the paint on his skin smudging slightly and leaving faded smears across your skin.

“what’s gotten into you, ves?” you asked, he wasn’t normally quite this clingy. sure he was affectionate and loved to dote on you, but he hadn’t taken his hands of you for more than five minutes all day.

“i love you,” was all he said, and you felt warmth in your heart.

“i love you, vessel.”

“forever?” he asked, and you titled you head to look up at him, meeting his gaze through his mask.

“of course. for even longer,” you replied, and his arms tightened around you.

“i have the power to make it so we never have to be apart,” he admitted. “if you truly wish to be mine for eternity.” you adjusted your sitting position to straddle his lap innocently, his hands cradling your face softly.

“i want that more than anything,” you admitted, your eyes filling with tears. “but how can you-“

“the same way i can live forever, i can grant you that ability. but it can not be undone, should you grow tired of me.”

“vessel i could not grow tired of you even if i tried. i will never get enough of you. whatever i have to do, i will do it.”

“only if you are sure-“ you interrupted him by kissing his lips softly. he returned the kiss, deepening it by pulling you closer, his hands still on your jawline.

“i’m sure,” you whispered against his lips, kissing him once more before pulling back slightly to look at him. “what do i-“

“just relax, my love. i will be gentle.”

vessel pushed you backwards onto the bed, crawling on top of you, his one hand covering you eyes, and your heart rate increased at the sudden lack of sight, but you trusted vessel. you felt his lips on your neck again, but something was …. different. instead of the cool material of his mask you felt the warm of his cheek against your skin. you had seen vessel without his mask once or twice, only in low light, and only when he allowed it. he kissed your skin a few more times before you felt the familiar sensation of his wickedly sharp canines digging into your soft flesh.

you gasped softly as he bit down hard, much harder than usual, and you realized just how much he normally held back with you. beginning to feel a little lightheaded, you wrapped your arms around vessels neck, holding onto him for dear life. vessel removed his hand from your eyes and in the dim lighting of the bedroom you could see that blood stained his teeth and lips, your vision a little blurry and your focus so drawn to hip fangs you didn’t pay any attention the the rest of his face. vessel brought his wrist up to his mouth and sank his teeth into his own flesh now, before bringing his arm to your lips. you cautiously drank the crimson liquid that flowed from the bite mark, the iron taste filling your mouth and making your head spin even more.

“you’re doing so well,” vessel purred, groaning softly at the slight stinging pain in his wrist. “you can rest now, he will want to see you.” vessel removed his wrist from your mouth gently, before putting his mask back on. you felt like you were floating as your eyes began to flutter closed.

“he..?” you asked, suddenly so tired that you could barely speak.

“do not be afraid, little dove. there is no need to worry. we will be together forever now.”

“…i love you,” you mumbled softly, drifting off to sleep. vessel cradled you in his arms, stroking your head softly and staring down at you with nothing but love and admiration.

“and i love you. i did not hurt you, did i?” he asked, and you shook your head, no longer able to even open your eyes. “i am glad. i fear the guilt would eat me alive if i had caused you pain, my dear.” vessel looked down at your now sleeping form, and he couldn’t help but smile, knowing he now had his greatest desire, the thing he wanted more than anything: you by his side for as long as the world turned, perhaps even longer. sleep would introduce himself to you tonight, welcoming you to this form of being, one without the burden of death or human suffering.

vessel closed his eyes as he held you close to him, listening to the sound of your heartbeat against his own, beating in time together as one. he placed one more kiss to your forehead before allowing himself to follow you into your slumber, finally content knowing that he would never have to wake up without you.

“sleep well, my love. we have all the time in the world when you wake.”

#vessel imagine #vessel sleep token #vessel x reader #vessel sleep token imagine #vessel #vessel sleep token fic #vampire!vessel #sleep token #sleep token fic #sleep token imagine #sleep token x reader

[bidisastersanji]

i had thoughts of a canon-adjacent Zoro (nonbeliever ambitious swordsman) and Death-God!Sanji who keep meeting because of how close to dying Zoro always gets during his fights and oops now it's a messy drabble written in between breaks at work and here ya go.

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In all his years as the god of Death, Sanji has never seen such a stubborn, strong willed human- he’s honestly half amused every time he's brought to a wounded, bleeding Zoro. He doesn't expect him to survive that giant slash attack from the warlord, nor the myriad of injuries he collects after that- and if he feels a bit of pride every time he escapes him Death, well, no one will know.

It takes him a while to realise that, in those fleeting moments, when he's loitering and waiting around as Zoro approaches the point of no return, Zoro can see him as well. Sanji's a bit mortified at first. All this time, he's just been voicing his thoughts out loud like he always does, who knows what the reckless man overheard! It's pure force of habit, since it’s not like there’s ever someone to hear to him- his family chose this domain for him on purpose after all; they took all the great, bright, good, worshiped domains of life, war, medicine...and left him this one to punish him, break him with eons of witnessing and bearing human grief in solitude.

It's barely morning and Zoro is dripping with blood, resolutely standing against all odds in a beautiful display of absolute devotion and conviction, and Sanji feels like maybe today will be the day he takes him- that this is the end for the stubborn swordsman. He comes closer than he ever has to the man, walks right up to him, readying himself for the weight of another soul's voyage, when Zoro's lidded eyes snap up and meet his own. His fiery gaze doesn’t go straight through him, but actually settles on him. Sees him.

It's unnerving. Sanji shivers at this feeling of being perceived.

Humans usually only see him once they fully passed on, when he’s guiding them, cold hands gripping onto him, begging, crying, frightened or even sometimes full of wrath and fighting to stay by their loved ones.

“It’s you again.” His voice is weak, raspy.

Sanji doesn’t answer.

“Why're you always here for my big battles?” A pause. “You like me or somethin'?”

Confusion. Shock. Embarrassment. “You think I stalk you and show up for you battles!?”

“Sure seems like it.”

Sanji scoffs.

He can’t believe this! He wants to chew the bastard out- who the hell does he think he is? but he bites down on his words, certain that these are the man's final moments. There's no way anyone could survive such wounds- it's a miracle he's even conscious or standing.

He doesn’t want to add insult to injury.

“I’m the god of Death, you idiot.”

Oops.

“I don’t believe in gods.”

The absurdity of that statement when literally in conversation with one doesn’t escape Sanji, but he's not really there to argue.

The green-haired man continues. “So, what, you’re into me or something? Just ask me out like a normal person.”

This cocky asshole...Sanji's heated reply is cut off by Zoro’s nakama arriving on the scene in a panic. Sanji trails after them, hovering, ready for the now unconscious body's heart to stop beating at any moment- but the moment doesn't come.

Under the attention of their talented doctor, Zoro escapes him once again.

Sanji's definitely not relieved.

It's out of curiosity that he stays around a little longer. He returns from time to time to check in on the mysterious man and his recovery, still a bit unbelieving that he managed to survive such grievous, traumatic injuries and intense blood loss. By all means he should've died the instant he made contact with the red, concentrated bubble of pain and stress that Kuma expelled from his captain's body.

His friends weep and berate him when he wakes. The ginger woman who found him screams at him to “stop flirting with death” and Sanji chuckles- she doesn’t know how technically accurate that statement is.

Later, Sanji guiltily looks forward to feeling that tug from Zoro once more, that pull on his power he feels when someone is nearing his domain. He's admittedly curious to learn more about him, this idiot swordsman who can see him, hear him, and yet isn’t at all scared of him. It's so rare for humans to accept him without a hint of fear.

He doesn’t let himself dwell on that tinge of nervousness at the back of his mind- what if the next time is the time he steals him away- from his friends, his dream, his captain? What if this time he doesn’t get back up?

But he does.

And when he lingers in the cold, empty room of Kuragaina castle where the bandaged swordsman is laid to rest, content to stare at his mossy head of hair, Sanji notices something weird. From his bedside seat, he can feel the ghost of body warmth.

He tentatively leans closer, his fingers reach out, expecting to go right through Zoro's arm. They recoil, as if burned by fire, when instead they meet soft flesh.

Huh.

Zoro's eyes blearily crack open, immediately finding his hovering form.

"You're... back."

And Sanji knows something changed, that day, on Thriller Bark. He's been on this earth for a long, long time, and he knows Zoro should be dead. Unequivocally so. And yet he isn't. Whether by the sheer strength of his willpower or his fervent defiance of the gods and the laws of this universe, Zoro is still...present. Alive enough to have warm, red blood flowing through his veins and air filling his lungs. Dead enough to perceive him, touch him, feel him.

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War brews and Sanji has a lot of work on his hands. After the carnage, he wearily returns to Kuragaina, and Zoro, sullen, heavy with guilt, asks him if it's true. Asks him if the eye of this particular storm, the man known as Ace, is truly dead.

Death has long worn away at Sanji, a constant wave beating at the his endless empathy his father called a weakness, wearing him down with each soul he takes from this world. But he's never become numb to it. He openly, lovingly feels the sorrow with every loss, with each reaping, with every last breath rasped from trembling lips. He embraces it, cherishes it for all of its bittersweet taste.

So he tells Zoro of Marineford. Of the epic battle that occurred there between Whitebeard and the marines. With each somber word he feels just a little lighter- an unfamiliar, happy feeling blooming in his chest at getting to talk to someone after what feels like a forever of solitude.

Time passes, and Sanji visits him more and more, grateful for the rare company. It'd been so long since he last was able to have a decent conversation with someone. Joke around. Banter. Flirt? They grow closer, never really voicing the...whatever it is that passes between them. Zoro eventually returns to his crew, and Sanji avoids approaching him unless he's alone. Wouldn't want people to think he's seeing things.

--

It becomes a dance. A well oiled machine. Zoro cutting down the enemies before him, Sanji right behind him and guiding his fallen foes into the afterlife. Cut after cut, his blades sing in the air, accompanied by the groans and cries of the people Sanji welcomes into his waiting arms.

After a big battle Zoro is laying in the rubble, chest heaving from the effort. Sanji sits with him, solemn. Accepting. Enjoying his company, the only company he can keep.

Zoro still hasn't admitted that gods are real, even when he sees Sanji trail after the path his bloodied swords carve out, hard at work. Even when he sees Sanji's dark, draped silhouette raise into the skies, untethered - that’s just skywalk, he says.

--

Sanji grows fearful. Shaken by the feelings, the attachment he feels for the swordsman, like a tether to this world. It makes him feel more alive than he ever has, yes. But nothing good can ever come of it, and he knows the universe isn't kind enough to give him such happiness without the promise of a subsequent fall, a return to reality soured and made worse by what came before it.

It's a dark, rainy day when Zoro corners him on the Sunny. Sanji hasn't visited him in a couple of days- not much death without opponents around.

They're at the back of the ship, obscured by the mikan trees, and Zoro's hands are bracing him against the wall, locking him in. Sanji knows he could go through the wall, but Zoro's eye has him pinned, frozen where he stands. His arms lay lifelessly by his sides.

The swordsman leans in, cups his chin, and Sanji doesn't think- his eyes flutter shut, he's open and wanting as warm, chapped lips press delicately against his. They don't need words. They know. Can feel it with every tender touch as their bodies work together to deepen the kiss. Sanji loops an arm around Zoro's neck, hand digging into his hair, while the other bunches up the fabric of his kimono to bring him ever closer. He's pressed so tightly against him that he can almost pretend the beating feeling near his chest is his own heart, can almost feel the rushing sound in his ears, the warmth seeping into his skin, up his chest, his neck, cheeks, ears.

Zoro breaks apart for air, and Sanji hears himself mirroring his pants, so enamoured with the swordsman he feels like his breath was stolen away.

"Curls." Zoro's looking at him odd, nearly awestruck, eyes flitting across his face, his body, his hands reach out to take his hands in his, lightly massaging his flesh.

A stern feminine voice rings behind them, snapping their heads to attention.

"Zoro, who the hell is this man you're kissing behind my mikan trees?!"

#zosan #zoro x sanji #i just wanted to write a small text post #and then #aND THEN this #it's not very good i'm sorry #but i kind of really like this concept #of death god sanji #and constantly near death experience Zoro #if i had more time i would love to see them fall in love slowly #maybe explore Zoro's complicated feelings if he lets himself be in dangerous situations just to see the ethereal man in black robes #sanji defnitely haunts his dreams #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #zosan fic idea #zosan drabble #zosan fic #obviously at the end what happens is that just like how Zoro defies the laws of existence #Sanji is tethered back and kind of alive in a way again #or you can interpret it how you like #i like to think that then they die together one day and get to be death gods together maybe #and because Zoro and Sanji got to be known in the human realm #people start worshiping them properly #god of death Sanji

[odditycircus-2002]

Important question but how would Shang have reacted if medusa reader had died between Mkx or something, like not long after many of the other characters were turned into Revannts, she got taken out as well despite her best efforts, and got resurrected by Quan Chi. How would he react when he comes back in mk11 to his wife’s death and turned into a undead servant.

Short answer: Astonishment at the fact Quan-chi managed to get his hooks into her. Shortly follows by a cold fury he barely manages to contain. Given who is allies are and the fact he’s got beef with EVERYONE, he’s not going to show the full extent your death and enslavement has on him. Granted, Medusa!Reader doesn’t exactly make it easy.

Long answer below:

Fujinn groans as he blinks against the low torchlight. The first thing he notices is the feeling of cold metal wrapped around his wrists, and just a glance up confirms what he suspected to be true. He's chained to the ceiling with both his arms in the air. The demigod's chains rattle as he looks to his left and right to find Night Wolf and Shang Tsung chained by their hands with their backs against pillars decorated with skulls.

"Night Wolf! Shang Tsung!"

Fujinn's calls finally rouse the Matokka and Sorcerer from their stupor. Both men take a quick moment to observe their surroundings, which look to be made in a gothic style, with bones decorating every surface as far as they can see. Night Wolf is the first to speak.

"Where are we?"

They already had a good idea where they were, given that the last thing they recalled was attempting to sneak past the Netherealm armies, only to be captured by Lui Kang's Revenant. That and Shinnok's decapitated head directly in front of them, where its been placed on a wheel that crackled with red lightning. Just as Shang Tsung was about to answer, a familiar voice beat him to it.

"Why, you're in Lord Shinnok's Bone Temple."

Shang Tsung feels his heart skip a beat at that voice. While it's raspier than he remembered with a dual undertone, leaving a faint echo to your words, he's known it for so many eons that he'd recognize it anywhere. Yet, as he tried to turn his head to the side to catch even a glimpse of your figure, you were already gone. Instead, he's met with former Empress Sindel's Revenant.

"Sindel, you look well. Death becomes you."

He comments with his usual poise and smug expression, barely faltering when Sindel scratches his cheek.

"Always the charmer, Shang Tsung. I will enjoy feeding Lord Shinnok your soul."

Your voice could then be heard again; this time, the Sorcerer can get a good look at you.

"Can we not have ssssome fun with them first? I'm sure our Lord has been dying for some entertainment."

You stood in front of the pillar Night Wolf was chained to with a veil that covered the upper half of your face with a familiar, serene, and sinister grin he fondly remembers. However, you had undergone many changes after his death. Like the rest of the Revenants, your once vibrant and lively form had become an ashen grey, with your snakes becoming black as coal with glowing yellow eyes. While he couldn't see your eyes, as usual, he could make out a faint glow from behind the mask; no doubt, your gaze had become filled with fire with barely a trace of you left. You had a thick orange line covering the entire neck like that of a choker, yet Shang Tsung already knows that's the injury that killed you after Sindel chopped your head off.

Sindel scowls at you. "This would not be because you wish to keep the Sorcerer for yourself, would it?"

You reply with a clear, patronizing tone while waving your taloned hands in front of you. Sindel and Night Wolf scowl deeply at you. The latter's expression shifts into one of disgust as you lean close to him, your nest of snakes snapping their jaws just a hair's width from his skin.

"Oh no no, Sssindel. Fujinn and Night Wolf, the man who killed you, most certainly deserve to suffer. I am simply reminding you to enjoy yourself while doing so, to entertain our Lord. However, if I may make a suggestion,"

In the blink of an eye, you stood before Shang Tsung to gently caress his face, careful with your talons, unlike Sindel.

”Wouldn’t he make a better Revenant than a snack for our Lord? Surely, it could never hurt to ensure our victory for the New Era by recruiting more minions.”

The Sorcerer's gaze narrows in a mixture of cold fury and dejection. How could Quan-chi, that second-rate Sorcerer, have the gull to claim his wife as a minion? How could you, a conniving sorceress who's always stood by his side for centuries, be brought so low? He should've been wiser as to listen to your suspicions of Quan-chi.

Yet, it's a relief to know that even in your sorry new form, your love hasn't wavered. Even if said love includes you briefly scuffling with Night Wolf's Revenant on his behalf, only so you could drag him to what remained of Shinnok to make him "better and stronger" once you see the damage the Revenant did to his face.

"I am sure Lord Shinnok will resurrect you once I convince him of your worth. I did not forget our vows, my love. Not even death will part us forever; soon, we will never be apart."

Fortunately, Fujinn interfered before you could carry out your plan, by sending an arrow in your direction which you easily dodge. You hiss at the demi-god as you move your entire body in front of Shang Tsung to block him from view.

"HE. ISsssSss. MINE!"

You then pounce at Fujinn who held out his crossbow in front of him to jam between your jaws, preventing you from sinking your fangs into his flesh.

Despite the flashes of pain that pulsated from his face, it still touched Shang Tsung to know that you still remained so steadfast in your devotion to him, as much as you could under Shinnok's control anyway. There's no use in stewing in his anger and astonishment for now. He will succeed in resurrecting both you and Sindel, then claiming Kronika's crown for himself with you by his side as his muse while rebuilding fate and destiny in his image.

A/N: I hope this answered your question well enough😅Don't forget to comment, like, and reblog!

#oddball speaks #mortal kombat #mk x reader #mortal kombat x reader #shang tsung #shang tsung x reader #Shang Tsung #mk aftermath #mortal kombat aftermath

[healix17]

Moment

After the final battle in Transformers: The Last Knight Optimus prime finds an injured Megatron and rests besides him.

Optimus smiled, the moment he cherished with Megatron was truly unforgettable.

Yet it also broke his spark to watch his beloved warlord leave him.

Optimus looked outside the window of their 'Autobot Ship' he remembered the moment vividly.

After the final battle he walked to a nearby forest in hopes he would find Day Trader—he didn't want to leave anyone behind— then he saw him, his lord high protector.

Megatron looked so weak and helpless.

Which would have been a perfect time to kill him.

To finish him.

To end it all

Yet a part of him couldn't do it.

“Why do I hesitate now? All those eons fighting a never ending war, millenniums of chasing eachother in an endless loop, centuries of murder and bloodshed, decades of hatred. Yet it only took a moment to take a glimpse of you just to convince me to show you some mercy.”

He sat next to him for a while, it was pretty awkward with them only staring at eachother then looking away.

His arm was ripped off and the energon dripping off it had dried up. His body was completely dented and was barely in one piece.

A hint of regret and sorrow washed over him.

"Prime.." Megatron muttered breaking the silence. “Why do you just sit there?”

“Could you be more specific?” the Autobot leader asked.

“You know what I mean.” he snapped and stared at him straight in the optics “Why would you just sit there and stay? Why don't you just end this again? Why don't you-” he cut himself off and sighed.

“Even I do not know why.” he replied softly “But I do not wish for this this to be like the other times. I do not wish for you to die again thinking I still despise you.”

Megatron's optics soften, a rare vulnerability creeping into his expression “You... surprise me, Optimus. I never thought I would see the day when you would show me even an ounce of kindness again.”

Optimus lightly chuckled "Perhaps...."

Then he frowned "Megatron, have you ever wondered what would happen, had we never....well started the war in the first place? Had we...I been more supportive to you would all this have happen? Had-”

"Don't mourn the past Optimus." The ex-warlord intrupted "We can't change the past. And it's not your fault, I got envious and my rage caused me to be blind. So if anyone were to be blamed it has to be me."

Optimus looked down he felt so much grief, sorrow and regret it was so complicated.

'' I suppose you're right." He smiled again "To be fair we did had a good time, when we used to rule Cybertron together. 'One fair one firm remember?'"

"I remembered." He replied. He was beginning to look even more tired.

"And yet, here we are," Megatron said softly. "I've failed in my quest for power, and you've stepped up to fill the void." He closed his optics for a moment, gathering strength.

"Let's not talk about the tragedy of the past, Megatron ." Optimus said trying to stay calm.

"I am proud of you, optimus," he whispered. "Despite everything, you have remained committed to peace and justice." A tear almost slipped from his optic. "Please... promise me you will continue that legacy."

"I promise." He smiled brightly.

For once he did not see the cold and violent Optimus prime, but instead he saw his Optimus. The mech who was innocent and meek, the mech who chose peace over violence. He regretted how he took that mech away.

Megatron's optics felt heavier, he felt so damn tired all of a sudden, his systems had already failed him. He tried to take one last glimpse of his Prime, he listened to his voice carefully. Knowing it was the last time he would see him.

Optimus felt a faint pulse from within Megatron's body. It was weak, but it was there.

"You did well, Optimus," he whispered. "Keep fighting for what's right." Megatron felt his spark fade, and with it, all the pain and suffering he had endured.

The conversation between Optimus and Megatron was over. Megatron no longer possessed the strength to communicate. His body lay still, but within it, his spark continued its eternal journey, finally at rest.

In that moment, he was finally at peace.

Optimus stayed close to him for a while trying to not look so sorrowful. He remembered Megatron telling him back on cybertron on how he hated seeing him so sad.

It hurted his spark so much.

He stayed there until all the warmth of Megatron's body faded away.

He wanted to stay there forever, he wanted to die alongside him. The mech he cared about the most. But he had people to look after.

'Promise me you will continue that legacy.'

His words kept ringing in his ear.

Optimus held Megatron's hand one last time and left.

Back at his Autobot ship he now called the Ark. He walked towards the entrence only to be greeted by all his Autobots and Cade's family.

"Welcome back Optimus!" Izabelle greeted happily.

Optimus smiled back, fabricating his sadness.

The sight of his new family and Megatron's words gave him a new motivation, a new reason to fight, a new reason to rebuilt Cybertron.

He looked up at the stars and smiled. 'I promise I'll continue our legacy.' Optimus wispered.

He felt as if Megatron was smiling back at him, that was enough for Optimus.

He entered the Ark like the others, knowing that Megatron's soul will always guide him no matter what.

If this is bad I wanna say I'm sorry, it's my first time actually posting a story online.

#megop #bayverse #tlk #fluff

[gabessquishytum]

What if Hob baby trapped Dream

The usual ‘Dream returns and a relationship develops - a REAL relationship after literal decades of reflection due to fishbowl’ (not necessarily self-analysis bc this is Dream)

It takes time, sure. Months of tiptoeing around each other. Finally, though, finally they’re in Hob’s flat and maybe Hob is cooking (‘I do not require food’ ‘I know but you’re a guest and a friend and you helped cook it, you get to enjoy our work’) and something happens. A tiny grease fire, a knife that flips unexpectedly, a too hot pan jostled, and Hob steps in to protect Dream. it's small and reflexive for Hob, but Dream, who rarely has had anyone treat him like he is worth protecting even if the danger is but a minor inconvenience, it hits. He's finally forced to admit to himself He's Smitten. Utterly, completely, you've lied to yourself and buried your feelings so long and now they're unearthed and you're crushed by them Gone on Hob Gadling in Love.

In Dream fashion this comes to a head when Hob properly serves them both, sits down, cheers! and Dream looks ready to sob over his paneer tikka. Hob is hearing alarms 'sorry, hey, you don't have to eat?? I thought it'd be an experience yeah? I swear it's fine if you don’t (please for the love of god don’t leave???)' but Dream chokes out 'no. this. presentation. it's full of you… your dedication…

…your love.'

Again alarm bells for Hob, but Dream thanks him, lightly touches Hob's hand with his fingertips oh so timid, and Hob barely breathes out 'well… yeah' NOT ELOQUENT but as always so careful and sincere and - dammit - he’s HOPEFUL but he’s also a man who’s learned

and Dream POUNCES

it's messy. too eager and god if the floor isn't going to be the end of Hob's ump-teenth rebuilt spine, but after a frantic disrobe Dream is manifesting a cunt and riding Hob hard. Hob will deal with the tailbone bruising if it means he gets to feel Dream around him, holding Hob's chest hair for dear life, clenching his thighs while Hob pumps into him like he's giving Dream life support

Hob is babbling of course, all manner of praise and attention and teeth-gnashing possessive WANT. Dream clenches and whines so prettily resting on Hob’s hips and around Hob’s solid thighs. At some point whatever Hob says gets a semi coherent reply. One soft '…please'. Hob loses what restraint he had and repeats the apparently high key possessive - take you, keep you, everyone should know youre mine youre mine - primal love letters Hob’s had at the back of his brain. Hob will hunt anyone down who even looks at Dream sideways. He has nothing but time and zeal and the same passion to show Dream what life has to offer, the same passion he’s had since 1389, the carefully tended kindness and the never-truly-gone devotion for what Hob calls His.

and Dream. poor Dream who has had loyalty but so very little FREE devotion from anyone who could choose to leave, who never HAD to stay - especially now that Hob knows who gave him immortality and STILL wants Dream. Even with all his eons of existence, Hob has mortal experience on his side so eventually Dream is nearly weeping, no reprieve, begging at this point for Hob to ‘let everyone know’ Dream is Hob’s Hob’s Hob’s

Hob fingers Dream’s clit again in time with two three five more thrusts and it’s perfect yet too much, the clench the keening the hands clawing Hob’s chest, the revelation of *having* after loving this being from a distance. Loving them in PERSON after centuries? Neither of them were prepared

Needless to say they spend a good 15 minutes on the too-hard floor before Hob convinces Dream that he can’t live on Hob’s chest and in Hob’s clavicle forever, to let him pull out (HUGE dramatic complaint) and take care of Dream, who does so now with the best attempt at luxuriating while pouting on bare oak flooring one could hope for.

Hob does a quick self clean up, brings a towel and a kiss for Dream, is so tender, then throws the towel in the corner, carries Dream to his bed while Dream reclaims his spot in the crook of Hob’s neck and. Fuck. Hob was so caught up that he hadn’t even thought about what if Dream would be done here after this. Would he leave now that everything is settled? Hob was willing to be Dream’s friend - still is - but tonight would take a while to get over, if he ever could

(he would, he tells himself, he’s not losing him again, he can do this).

Hell if he isn’t having a breakdown. Tomorrow though. That’s for tomorrow.

Hob wants to keep Dream so so much, he wants his stories and his smiles and his tantrums and his conflicts. He wants Dream. But Hob collects himself (he tries) while approaching the bed, ready for distance, indifference, absence even but

There he is.

Dream

Dream sees Hob.

Blinks like a cat.

Slowly reaching his hand towards Hob with the smallest, most delicate smile. No one would know but Hob. But Hob has spent a lifetime (several) memorizing that mouth. He knows. He mentally short circuits. He manages to say a form of Thanks in 5 different languages then

he relaxes onto the mattress and, after arranging the blankets just so, feeling Dream hesitate, Hob settles with confidence, taking his space in bed, pulls Dream in, precious, protected, somewhat known - he hopes for more - so after possibly 10 minutes or an hour he feels Dream relax like an exhale into Hob’s solid chest. Hob would’ve gladly waited through another 6 lifetimes. He’s a patient man. Dedicated.

He is also entirely in love.

But the thing most intrinsic to Hob is

Well

Things

Twofold

Yes he’s patient. He has learned patience and he’s damn good at it.

…He’s also, after all these years, still a bit of a bastard

…

After all this time. All these misunderstandings. All this too goddamn long chance to love one another wholly. All this uncertainty if Dream will return - if he CAN return! If Dream is even safe and if anyone can take care of him now or then or ever. Not as well as Hob would, surely. Perhaps he *will* let everyone know Dream is his

…

After all that dirty talk while Dream rode him like that… begged and clenched and moaned… Hob wonders

Next few times, desperate and sweet and, god, clinging to Hob like he’s the center of gravity…?

There’s room for a nursery after all

…

As in. Well. Maybe, just maybe, if there was something more substantial, something to anchor Dream, then Dream might be more inclined to allow himself to be pampered, be loved, be free to relax

…to be adored

…

Hob has seen Dream’s good and bad, his insecurities and his arrogance in presumed power, and his deep instinct to care with the whole of his being. He deserves reciprocation - truly, he is driven by a need to create, to nurture!

..then again, Dream too often manages to find himself at his lowest and determine that it means he should leave, bury himself in work and denial. Isolate and repeat the cycle when he could have been given softness and kindness like he should have always. So many of Dream’s creations adore him, yet he can’t accept it. Dream thinks work is the truest sign of care and doesn’t grasp stopping to Be Present

Maybe next time Dream stays with Hob, well, if Dream won’t allow himself to take a step back on his own, Hob can… encourage it

…

Plant the seed, if you will

…

After all

Dream is so good with kids

- 🎱 anon

Omg, yesterday we had Dream babytrapping Hob. So today we gotta have Hob babytrapping Dream. Balanced, as all things should be.

I'm also having a whole fucking moment about the way you write, here. It's absolutely beautiful and you totally managed to persuade me that Hob is doing a good thing. I'm questioning my moral compass as I read it. I like that very very much.

I just love this unhinged manifestation of Hob’s love and adoration of Dream. I'm sure he's also thinking "how much could I really do without him knowing and consenting? if he wanted to stop me he could stop me, he's practically all powerful". And how could his love possibly do anything to hurt Dream? A child would be such a wonderful thing, wouldn't it? A new era for the dreaming, a cementing of their relationship.

Dream can't run away if he's carrying Hob’s child with him. It's a terrible thought - Hob hates himself for it. He's not that kind of man anymore, at least he thought he wasn't. Maybe it's true, maybe he never really changed. Maybe he'll always be greedy for Dream’s love.

If Hob could dream a child into his beloved, he'd do it in a heartbeat. He thinks about it, often. Every night. Curled around Dream, one hand over where his womb would be. He closes his eyes tightly. Just dreams it, as quietly as he can. It's not like thinking, dreaming about it will do any harm.

Right?

(The seed is planted. Sprouting. Glowing and growing. You can't dream a baby into existence, not usually.

But then, there's nothing usual about Dream of the Endless. Or the baby in his womb.)

#🎱 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw manipulation #cw mpreg

[raidenssblog]

hi (again) i just read through your fluff February event and I'm amazed.

can I get 18 with obanai and male of gn reader where obanai comes back for a really bad mission and he's really beat so reader cleans and baths him.

he's so underrated it hurts :(((

obanai my baby boy💋😍

Washing off

Pairing: Obanai X gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: tiny bit of guilt in here and a mention of a kids death.

Summary: obanai comes home pretty messed up so you take responsibility for him,

A/N: oh my golly gosh, I have not posted in what has felt like EONS. Please have my forgiveness🙇🏽‍♀️ I've had no motivation for the past idk months maybe😭 and @tanjiros-whispers has been tring to help me (thank you sm darling😭😭)

!!!Reader can either be read as gender neutral or male!!!

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Sliding the door open, Obanai stepped into his estate. "I'm home!" He called out shrugging his haori and chucked it on the chair near him.

Undoing his bandages, he screws his face up at the amount of marks and dirt on his body. Sighing, he throws his old mask away and puts Kaburamaru on his branch in the living room.

"good boy Kaburamaru, stay here" he praised the snake as it wrapped around the bark.

Your footsteps quickened from the washing line to the house when you heard your husband call out.

Obanai has been away for more than two weeks causing you to stress and miss him. Of course you knew how strong he was but I still pined your heart knowing that at any moment an upper moon could come and kill him.

Quickly opening the door, you speed walk towards the front of the house. Turning on your heels your faced with a very dirty and worn down Iguro.

"oh my god, are you alright!?" Your excitement wearing off and worry coming making its way up your spine.

"oh darling, I'm fine. I missed you" he replied pulling you in for a strong embrace. Obanai slipped his hand on your lower back and shoulder blades before placing his head in the crook of your neck.

You held onto him as a smile broke out onto your lips. Sighing you pull away and place you hands on his cheeks.

"I'll get a bath running, how's that sound love?" You said while tracing his scars. "Sound amazing, this dirt and craps really bugging me"

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Sinking into the warm water, obanai leans back onto your chest as you continue to scrub his skin.

His legs and chest weren't as bad as his arms and face, small cuts and patches of dried blood stained his skins as you try to get it off.

"is this blood yours?" You ask, still focused on cleaning him. "No, I couldn't get there in time. It was a kid, around 3 or 4, his mother was hysterical, hitting and blaming me for his death. I still feel horrible that I cou-" "don't blame yourself Iguro, you did everything in your power to get there, if it was up to you he would still be alive."

Obanai let out a deep sigh and continued to talk relishing in the feeling of his body on yours and how gentle you are at looking after him.

"your right, I just, well I don't know. I just feel guilty that all. I feel like that after anyone dies on my hands" he says. A frown grew on your face while you wrapped your arms around his body pulling him even closer to you.

"well, I know I can't do anything about how you feel about it but if you need to take you know im right here" you say before kissing his head and squeezing him just a little tighter.

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Bye idk what this is. But school finally back in yaaaaay😒😒

#demon slayer #reader insert #kny x you #kny fanfic #male reader #kny angst #kny fluff #obanai x you #demon slayer obanai #kny obanai #obanai x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba obanai #kny x gn!reader #kny x male reader

[randomnameless]

I'm having a really hard time fathoming how some people consider SB to be a righteous/heroic route or a route where we're the good guys. The route where:

You invade two independent nations under the pretence of "saving their citizens from oppression" (though I guess you can't be oppressed anymore if you're dead lol) even though Her Majestic Hypocrisy repeats a bunch of times that she's in for conquest and that she'd obliterate anyone who stands in her way.

The cast keeps victim-blaming the invaded parties for *checks note* defending their countries. 

The death toll is the highest. You have to kill Ingrid, Rodrigue, Gustave and Sylvain. And you can also kill Ashe, Mercedes (btw, if she dies, the cutscene where Dimitri and Dedue grieve changes slightly, which is nice), Annette, Shamir, Ignatz, Raphael and Marianne (how does Margrave Edmund feel about Claude's alliance with the empire knowing his daughter was killed by its army?). 

IIRC, this is the only route where you conscript merchants into the imperial army. No wonder the empire has the biggest army.

Based Rhea who, despite being hunted, still thinks about the safety of the continent first in the final chapter. It's hilarious how characters like Edespot or Clyde harp on about how Rhea is the big bad, and in the few scenes you have with her, she's just kind? Anyway. Rhea based.

In the C support conversation - which happens right after Felix got seriously injured and Sylvain got killed- there's this bit where Dimitri is like "I don't know if I can talk with like everything is normal, so many have died already" and Edespot's response is basically "yeah I don't see it that way. Let's agree to disagree". Also, I believe she wonders if she shouldn't just kill Clyde and Dimitri once they're out. Even though Clyde is her ally at the moment. You bet on the wrong lord, Clyde... 

I probably forgot a few stuff, but... oh well.

To be honest,

The only things I like about Supreme Bullshit are :

Its ending! Supreme Leader and Barney (well, at least they throw a sword?) being sitting ducks while Rhea steals the show, and sacrifices herself in an epic shonen scene to get rid of the real threat, aka showing that unlike someone, she knows how to prioritize, and it ends up in an explosion. It matches the ending of the F-Zero anime (at 0.48!), Rhea/Falcon rushes to deal a blow (a Falcon punch and a Seiros strike I guess?) to their mortal enemy, there is a giant explosion, and both Rhea/Falcon fade away in a blinding light. Too bad the Supreme Bullshit BGM is eons away from "Searching to the Truth" :(

The reveal that Rhea kept the keys to the sekrit passages in the Imperial Palace - or Rhea knows more about Enbarr and its castle than the current Emperor and her aides...

Doro's paralogue being incredibly tone deaf about, uh, soldiers being "too busy" by the Mittelfrank troupe, that they can't basically protect the dancers/performers from bandits, when the paralogue happens in an area that is expressedly supposed to be full of soldiers!

If starts align in a certain way, it's the only route in Nopes where Clout dies!

Leopold! He's like Victarion Greyjoy, only if he was taken seriously. But we, as players, know better! Also he's a living retcon, from having a major cichol crest to gift to his son because he fought well (and not to, say, Big B or even Ferdie) a sacred weapon despite the route being all about muhritocracy!

Supreme Leader plans and plays with the cards she has in her hand - from trying to get good PR to get rid of people (Varley sr) by pitting them against her next target (the CoS)!

An entire game full of new Supreme Replies (tm)!

For shippers around, it has a Cathmir scene where everyone knows Shamir will prioritize Catherine's life over her allegeance! too bad this is a Supreme Leader route, so no, Shamir won't fucking try to kill her for blackmailing her and can even kill Catherine herself later on....

That's not a lot lol, and most of it are breadcrumbs because for the proper plot...

Yeah, it kinds of sucks.

Supreme Bullshit is even more tone deaf with the War and its realities than Tru Piss (and that's a feat!), Ferdie being completely, uh, off the mark about everything (invading lands and rekting people, and then saying those people's fears are only in their heads! Pal, one of the first missions in the SB exclusive chapters is to rout refugees??? + the nonsense about the Kingdom having more crested generals, when data shows the Empire has more crested peeps than the Kingdom!), Caspar being turned in the worst version of himself who dgaf anymore about protecting "innocents" and "justice", and, uh, everything with Monica.

Victim blaming is the norm with Fodlan games, but yeah, it really feels odd that suddenly, in the Zahras chapters, Dimitri's all "okay" when his closest friends either died or were grievly injured and the game proceeds as it does when, come on, why wouldn't Dimitri kill her the second they're out of the Zahras verse??

I really disliked how Supreme Bullshit yeeted Ionius from Adrestia, or how it didn't explore in more depth the Insurrection of the Seven, especially since we side with Leopold'n'Waldemar against Ludwig, who used to be allies! Also, as far as I remember, no one mentions anything about Arundel, why he ran away to the Kingdom with a young Supreme Leader and how he changed when he returned, or something?

If Ludwig is pushed by Supreme Leader, reciting her Dad's words, as the one who led the insurrection and the experiments on her, why the fuck no one else mentions them, as Leopold and Waldemar were on Aegir's side back then? They don't even mention "Arundel" participating, like, Volkhard sides against Ionius and hides his niece, but 3 months later, he returns and offers her as a guinea pig?

As is the norm with the Supreme Leader routes, the "truth" isn't what we're looking for, because we know Supreme Leader pushes a narrative she will follow to reach her goals, but where Tru Piss gave hints here and there about her narrative being, uh, rubish, we have no clues here, and Leopold prefers to flash his loincloth than giving us anything meaningful about that incident.

When you compare them to Matthias and Rodrigue (and Gilbert?) who often mention Lambert "back in the days", it's more and more obvious that... we're not supposed to ask questions in Supreme Bullshit, and just go with the flow.

And it ends with a high five.

I'd say it deviates less from Tru Piss than Golden Shower does from Verdant Winds, but it's an "expected disappointment".

That's why my only higlights are not plot relevant (save for the Captain Falcon - Rhea parallel) - because we know the plot will never deliver something meaningful in a Supreme Leader route.

#anon #replies #3 nopes #I also agree with everything you've said #but at times Nopes feels like you're playing as Ludveck trying to get the throne #and there's no Elincia to tell you to stop being a hypocrite you say you want the throne for the people #but you're just petty because you're not the king #also we have the cg in the Enbarr palace with a lot of mosaics #I liked that