#it was 7 am when i came up with this. have mercy

[xifoe]

Crowley: [sneezes]

Aziraphale: Bless you!

Crowley:

Aziraphale:

Crowley: Angel–

Aziraphale: Oh, fuck–

#good omens #go #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #ineffable husbands #text #it was 7 am when i came up with this. have mercy

[sinon36]

Husband!Ghost x teacher!reader HC

As I lay in bed, it's 5 am. My alarm is supposed to ring at 7 am. Insomnia hits again. So here we go! Enjoy the product of my foggy brain!

Warnings: fluff, some mentions of torture, curse words, insomnia, nightmares, threats, stalking but it's good natured, some mistakes ( grammar and spelling), interact at your own discretion.

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When you first met it happened in the nonstop supermarket at the intersection a couple blocks from his apartment. It was 3 am. You were looking for coloured paper, he was looking for Kentucky burbon.

Both of you couldn't sleep for very different reasons. He just got back from a long mission, unable to sleep in his own bed, his own apartment, not as familiar as the base, always bustling with activity. The house was too quiet. Ears straining to hear something. An understimulated brain makes up sounds, that turn to memories, then night terrors. He was out in search of relief, getting so drunk he'd pass out and get some shut-eye.

You on the other hand were finishing up on materials for your little students. And then you needed coloured paper to finish. You huff and puff, and almost curse out but refrain from doing so, looking at your wristwatch you determine you have a few hours until the school day begins. Do you trudge to the intersection, hopping, begging for mercy and coloured paper.

You were the only ones there besides the half-asleep cashier. Your sound of triumph at having found what you're looking for travels to the liquor aisle. Simon's eyes point in your direction, not really sure he actually heard it or hallucinated it.

At the register, you cut him off not even noticing his dark-clad 6'3 body, whiskey bottle in hand. He let out a 'bloody hell', an almost whisper, but your teacher's instinct kicked in. 'Language' you'd said in a chastised voice eyes darting to fix him with a glare, the same you'd do to the children in class. But instead of a meager 'apologies, miss' you get a grunt out of him. You glare some more and turn away, making a barely audible comment directed at him. Naturally, he confronted you on that and you went on and gave him a lecture on how people like him make your work 10 times harder and how they are a bad example to future generations.

Both him and the cashier look at you like you've grown two heads. Honestly, the young guy behind the cash register, thought you might start a fight with the graveyard shift regular wearing a balaclava and buying alcohol well into the hours of morning.

But you didn't. After having said what you had to say you turned around on your heels, slapped the two packets of coloured paper in front of the young man, and then angrily put the money in his outstretched hand. You left in a flurry of murmurs, not even acknowledging the farewell words.

'feisty' he had commented eyes trailing on your departing figure. He chuckled at your interaction. That day he drank himself into unconsciousness thinking of you, and your plush lips spewing insults in his face, eyes alight with passion, face scrunched in barely contained annoyance.

You were a primary school teacher, that much he has gathered from your discourse. He wanted to see you again, and walking around aimlessly he came across the nearest school in the neighborhood. He started searching for your face behind closed windows. He had found you and waited for you, like the stalker that he'd turned into. He hoped you wouldn't call the cops on him.

As you near the gates, two rows of 3rd-year students behind you, loudly talking about how much fun they had with you. You laughed at their happy and springy attitude. They were the best students you've had so far.

And then your eyes met brown ones in a staring match. You'd walked closer starting to threaten him to go before you got him removed from the premises. He smiled under his balaclava, eyes watching in admiration. 'let's grab dinner...' he interrupted you. 'huh?' that was the most articulate answer you could muster. 'I owe you a proper apology. So dinner on me.' He explained in chopped sentences the voice deep and laced with a Manchester accent.

You forgot what you were saying and blushed hard, a cute smile plastered to your face. You were so easily swooned by this stranger and his interest in you. He could have been a killer or kidnapper. You threw caution to the wind. You said yes.

And now, now you were happily married, a couple years into it, actually. The house you bought is small but cosy. The living room table is always full of clippings of coloured paper and half finished materials strewn about. It's home for Simon.

He knows you're busy with schoolwork when he's deployed, so he doesn't worry about you missing him too much. But you do, and he misses you tenfold. So you make something for him, a little couloured origami frame that contains a picture of the two of you, for him to have. He carries it in his chest pocket, but only on base, where he knows it's safe to do so. Being captured with personal things like this in his possession could give the enemy leverage over him. He knows that, he's an expert in interrogation techniques. But he doesn't tell you all this, he knows you're sensitive to violence. So he instead promises that he will keep it close to his heart, all the time. His lucky charm. You're enamoured with him and he basks in your love without shame.

To be continued...

#ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod mw2 #cod x reader #simon riley fanfic #simon riley imagine

[bakubunny]

um- if no one asked i would like you to hear those hc’s on izuku and shinso 🙄 (tenya and tokoyami too if that’s not asking for too much😔)

not too much for sure, i’m having a lot of fun with this. ask away. 🖤 tried to chill a little bit on some of the sizes bc i’m tryna have mercy on some of y’all.

eat up @cheffuckboyrdee @neon-gothicc.

repeating the disclaimer that i know it’s not realistic for every guy ever to be above average but it’s my (dick) party and i’ll drool over them if i want to.

midoriya

size is 6.5” long and 6.25” girth, he’s longer than average, shorter than the others i’ve mentioned so far and it’s thickkkk. BUT

i’m a little undecided on him bc my brain says “i want to throat pro!deku’s dick while he uses me until head empty,” but my heart says, “canonically he’s got the fattest dick hands down, *maybe* after kiri.” and we’ve already discussed kiri, we know no one is taking his dick down their throat. so my hcs on izuku’s (and sometimes kiri’s) size fluctuate a bit. 😅

curved upward, very veiny, bit of a mushroom head. fairly even girth but widest at the base. heavy balls.

clean shaven for the most part except maybe a soft green patch and a cute lil happy trail…. def not bc he’s into rimming and has his own dildos he wants to get pegged with.

goes crazy over teasing head and long hand jobs with edging but also has the desire to ruthlessly fuck your throat ngl. loves fucking your thighs.

also a fan of foreplay out of necessity. hence another reason why he’s such a big lover of giving head.

shinso

size is 7” long and just shy of 6” girth. he’s at that sweet spot imo where he’s big enough to feel huge inside and heavy when it hits your face but you’re not in a cold sweat just trying to take the whole thing.

even girth, mostly straight with a little bit of a curve to the left. some prominent veins but not a ton. he’s another one with pretty balls. 🫢

he’s got a cute purple happy trail at his belly button. 🥺 likes to stay trimmed but will clean up if you ask.

loves when you deep throat him and gets even harder if you struggle or gag. loves sloppy head & when you massage his balls.

many of the guys mentioned so far have nice softies, but his is particularly cute.

tokoyami

i am going to resist the urge to hc his size as 8-9”/6”ish and uncut even tho that’s what i feel deep in my soul abt this man. 😭 pro!fumi just has that vibe. i’m not trying to make them all the same, i promise.

size is 6.5” long and 5.5” girth. enough to leave you more than satisfied and bonus: finally someone who’s not too big for quickies whenever you want. (say you’re bratting a lil too much and next thing you know you’re bent over in a public bathroom. 🫢 or he just can’t wait to get you home. 🫢🫢)

uncut, straight, not v. veiny, even girth or widest at the base (i can’t decide), breeder balls. they’re heavy and pretty. typically clean shaven, little bit of a happy trail when he does let it grow.

if any of you lovelies remember this hc series, you might remember that i firmly believe fumi loves getting head.

likes any position that involves being really close physically or going as deep as possible.

iida

size is a bit over 6” long and 5” girth. he’s not the biggest of boys but he knows how to use it… with a little guidance. probably for the better that he’s not massive bc he likes to go hard and fast, but you can break him of that habit if you want.

cut, a little veiny, downward curve, and narrower at the base and wider at head. his balls are big in comparison to his dick.

likes having his perineum played with but was absolute shocked at how quickly he came from it the first time.

he can be dominant but he’s weak for pretty eyes, pretty lips, and tit jobs. let your tongue hang out and hold up your bare tits and he’s a goner.

todoroki

size is 6.5” long and a little under 5.5” girth. shower rather than a grower. he’s got a softie that hangs and it’s adorable.

hard upward curve, veiny, head that’s not too prominent but cut, slightly narrower at base and head. his balls match his size but they’re very sensitive. doesn’t always like them played with but sometimes it’s nice.

his body hair is half & half just like the hair on his head. 😭 generally very clean shaven but it’s so pretty when he lets that happy trail grow.

i can’t decide if he prefers handjobs or oral sex more but he whines like a damn baby when you edge him and he loves it.

#why all of you are reading these is kind of beyond me bc this is so cringe #but i’m glad ur along for the ride #there’s probably more i could do if you ask tbh #i’ve even thought through a few jjk characters #aged up characters #bnha smut #smut hcs #Tokoyami smut #todoroki smut #Iida smut #midoriya smut #shinsou smut #bakubunny #tokoyami fumikage #midoriya izuku #todoroki shoto #iida tenya #shinsou Hitoshi

[pellucid-constellations]

angstober (7)

Prompt: "Weakness"

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

A/n: This is a heavy one. Anywaysss love you <3

angstober masterlist here ♡

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A door hinge creaked somewhere far off. 

Bucky waited. He’d been waiting for hours now, hands tied behind his back, chains digging into the skin of his right wrist. He’d tried ripping them away to no avail. 

Whoever had taken him had been prepared. Had known him and his weaknesses. 

But it didn't matter; the second he got free, their knowledge would mean nothing. Pure fury was fueling his stay, and pure power would fuel his fight to freedom. His fight back home.

A door creaked open, dim light dusting the grime on the solid floors. Footsteps, each carefully measured, echoed as they made their way toward Bucky. It wasn’t until the shine of leather came into his view that Bucky looked up—that he gave his captor the privilege of the rage burned into his expression. 

“You want something from me?” he gritted out, narrowing his eyes at the older man above him. 

The man only shot up a brow. “There are several things I want from you, Sergeant Barnes.” A thick accent held his words together. “But none of which I am sure you will give lightly.” 

Bucky let out a humorless chuckle. “How would you know? Haven’t even tried yet. Just left me sitting here. That your tactic? Isolation? Because I can tell you right now, I’ve waited a lot longer for a lot less.” 

In hindsight, goading the man who held his mercy in his hands wasn’t the most clever move. But Bucky got mouthy when he was angry, even more so when he was sure Hydra had a hand in whatever bullshit he was currently caught up in. 

Looking back, Bucky would take back his words, even if it wouldn’t have helped. 

He knew they wouldn’t have helped. 

The man grabbed Bucky’s chin and craned his neck harshly, putting him inches away from his face. “You will wish it was isolation. I simply needed time to procure what I needed to make you speak.” 

“What do you want to know?” Bucky seethed, roughly turning his face away. He spoke his next words to the floor. “Typically you ask nicely first. Haven’t even tried that.” 

“I do not have time for those theatrics.” 

With a snap of his fingers, the door opened wider. Bucky heard a struggle in the hall—scuffling feet and grunts and muffled words. The man before him rolled his eyes, hooking his chin over his shoulder to watch the door. 

“What, some kind of animal?” Bucky scoffed. “You’ll have to try—” 

Blood ran cold. At that moment, Bucky couldn’t tell whose blood it was. Because his blood, the very same that pumped beneath his skin and warmed him, didn’t feel like his own. His body felt foreign, each limb tightening and then cramping to the point of pain.

This wasn’t his body. 

He wasn’t here. 

You weren’t here. You couldn’t be. 

“No.” His whisper was only a breath. He hadn’t meant to speak. 

Bucky flinched as a cloud clap resonated in the space, followed by a mocking laugh. “Finally something to stop your ridiculous taunts,” the man rejoiced, leaning over to hold his thighs, coming nose-to-nose with Bucky. “I would have brought her in from the start, had I known.” 

Your gaze met his, and Bucky lost it—in his mind, body, being, he came undone. He pulled against the chains harder than before, letting out curse after curse at the man in front of him. He threatened death, torture, and far worse that he wouldn’t be able to follow through on. 

But he would find a way. 

Because your face was already bruised. Your hands were tied together at your hips and he could see the way the rope chafed at your skin. The same skin he had kissed countless times before. It was marred now, and you were in pain. He could hear your muffled sobs beneath the cloth shoved into your mouth, and Bucky promised far worse things than death. 

You weren’t meant for this—to ever feel this way. 

“What the fuck do you want!?” he snarled, his eyes leaving you for a singular moment to direct his rage towards the man. He found you again a second later, not wanting to leave you unguarded. 

It was silly to think his eyes had any power now. 

“Attitudes change so fast in the name of love, do they not?” the man posed, coming around to linger at your side. 

Bucky’s chest rumbled in warning... in anger and frustration and desperation. “Tell me. I’ll give you anything you want. Let her go.” 

The man seemed uninterested in his request, letting a finger track the shape of your cheek. You flinched back, running into the woman that had dragged you in. 

“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Bucky barked out, words punctuated by chains slamming to the floor. 

The hand left your face, only to move to your hair. You closed your eyes, squeezing them shut with the heavy intake of your breath. Bucky mourned the loss. Mourned any time before this—before he was the reason you had been hurt. 

There was no going back from this. This was his fault. You were here because of him. 

Unimaginable sorrow fought for dominance in his chest, but he kept the anger burning. It was the only way he’d be able to save you. 

“I find—anecdotally—that there is much less resistance in my…clients when there is a contract up front,” the man hummed. He grabbed the back of your neck, fingers digging into your skin. You let out a whimper, and Bucky let out a threat coated in a surging panic. “Shall I spell it out for you, then, Sergeant Barnes?” 

You were thrown to the floor, knees crashing against concrete. You cried harder and Bucky felt all the wrath he’d been kindling die out. Fear replaced it. Unbridled fear. He couldn’t get out of these chains. He pulled and tugged until he was sure the vibranium bent and his skin broke, but nothing budged. 

He couldn’t save you.

“I will tell you anything you want to know,” Bucky pleaded, tone dangerously low, breath coming out in heavy pants. His eyes were glued to the way your chest heaved. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. You know that. That’s why you went after her, isn’t it?” 

The man laughed again, this time a deep, soft disruption in the otherwise stagnant room. “You always were smart for a mindless drone.” 

Hydra. 

The label was meaningless. Everything in Bucky’s world had shifted the moment you were shoved through the door.

There was nothing left of him as you braced your bleeding hands on the same floor he sat. 

When you locked gazes with him—for the last time, Bucky would later remember—it was with finality. Your eyes told him you forgave him. You shook your head like you knew some secret he wasn’t privy to, and he tracked the movement with so much fear lodged in his chest—piercing at his ribs—that it hurt to breathe. 

What had you known? 

What had you heard? 

It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. 

“Let her go. I’m—” Words meant nothing to this man. Bucky brought his face up to him, his broken, pleading face as he trembled beneath his next word. “Please.” 

“I do love to hear you beg. But this is for me, as well, Soldat. Who doesn’t love a little torture?” 

Bucky wouldn’t remember the wicked smile the man sent him after his damning words. He would only remember your scream. The panic that ruined him. 

I love you, hold on. Please, hold on. 

I’m so sorry, please.

Stop! Stop hurting her! I can’t—she can’t—

All spoken to unhearing ears. 

His weakness had never been a physical constraint, but from then on, Bucky did not feel strong. 

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes #angstober 2023 #day 17 #is this whump #sorta

[arvandus]

Daily Drabble #7 - Goodbye

Lucifer x GN!Reader

Warnings: ANNNNGGSSTTT. Angst angst angst. No happy ending.  Reader is on their deathbed (old age) and Luci comes to say goodbye.

WC: 1043

You looked so different from the last time he saw you.

Your hair was now white and thin, your youthful features lost to time.  Your body was different too, your frame smaller and more fragile from the weight of living.  It lay cradled in the hospital bed, blankets laid across to ward off the chill.

Lucifer swallowed the hard lump in his throat as he stared down at you.  You were asleep now, your body wrapped in fatigue. Your shallow breaths rattled in your chest, and he knew your time would come soon.

He was glad he didn’t miss it. He wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself if he did.

Your eyes flutter open and lock on him in recognition.

It was a small mercy... you still had your wits about you, and the look in your eyes was the one part of you that hadn’t changed.

“You...” you croaked.  “What are you doing here? Am I dead already?”

Lucifer swallowed again and drew closer to you, pulling the chair beneath him so he could sit.

“No. Not yet,” he replied.

You gave a small smile.  “I know, I’m just teasing you. My body still aches too much to be dead.”

Lucifer gave a dry chuckle.  “Joking about your end while on your deathbed... you never could take anything seriously, could you?”

“And you always took everything too seriously,” you chided back.  Your voice gave way to a series of dry coughs, and Lucifer placed his hand over yours instinctually.  When the coughing subsided, you squeezed his fingers gently.  “I’m glad you came.”

“Of course I’d come,” Lucifer replied.  “I still love you, after all.”

Tears glistened along your lashline.  “I know... I still love you too.”

Now Lucifer’s eyes burned and he wiped at his nose briefly.  “I’m sorry.”

Your eyes widened.  “For what?”

“For everything... for not trying harder to make it work between us. For letting my pride get in the way. So many years lost when we could have been...”

His voice faltered, and he leaned forward in his seat, his elbows on his knees.  Your hand reached out and pet the top of his hair, still covered in thick, black strands.

“You’re not the only one who let their pride get in the way,” you replied softly.  “Besides, you’re here now.”

Lucifer forced his tears back and took your hand in his again as he sat up.  “Yes. And this time I will stay.”

Sadness filled your gaze.  “I... don’t even remember what we fought about... isn’t that silly?”

Lucifer let out a dry chuckle.  “At this point, it doesn’t matter. I didn’t come here to relive old arguments.”

Your hand tugged his gently.  “Come here. Lay down with me. Keep me company. It’s been so long since I’ve felt your body, I want it to be the last thing I feel before I go.”

Now the tears in Lucifer’s eyes did fall, and for once he didn’t try to wipe them or hide them away.  He whispered your name gently, voice cracked with longing and regret.

Slowly he obeyed, forgoing his chair to squeeze himself next to your aged body.  His hand held yours, one arm going behind your neck to wrap around your frail shoulders.  Your fingers were wrinkled and gnarled like tree roots, and Lucifer could feel the bones of your shoulders beneath your hospital gown.  He rested his cheek against the crown of your head as more tears fell to land in your snow-white hair.

Your own tears were falling too, now, gentle and silent as you snuggled yourself into his side.

“Will I be able to see you? After I go?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” Lucifer replied.  “Hopefully one day... time in heaven is infinite, after all.”

“Heaven...” the word felt foreign on your tongue.  “It’s definitely not where I thought I’d end up...”

“It’s better than the alternative.”

“But you won’t be there...” more tears soaked into Lucifer’s clothing as your head rested against his chest.

“... I won’t.”

“I don’t want to go....” you sniffed.

A half-sob escaped Lucifer’s throat, choked and painful.  “I don’t want you to go either.”

“Stay with me...” you pleaded.

“Always.”

Silence fell for a long moment, and when you spoke, your voice was barely audible.  “Lucifer... I’m feeling tired.”

Your words carved into his heart, and it was as if he were losing a piece of himself. His arms tightened a fraction. “It’s okay.  Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Your eyes drifted shut, your breaths slow and even, barely noticeable.  Silently, Lucifer let his tears fall as he held you.

Only a few minutes had passed before Lucifer registered a new presence in the room.  He looked up and saw Thirteen there, standing with mournful eyes at the foot of the bed.

“Lucifer...” she whispered.

“Thirteen,” he replied.

“I didn’t know you’d be here... but I’m glad you are.”  Her eyes looked over your sleeping form and back at Lucifer’s bloodshot eyes.  “It’s time, Lucifer.”

“I know.”

Thirteen approached your bedside, her hand on your wrist.  Lucifer kissed your hair.  “I love you,” he whispered.

Then he kissed your forehead, your closed eyes, and cheeks. And finally, he kissed your lips, although now you were too far gone to reciprocate.

He wished he’d done it earlier when you were awake...

As soon as his lips left yours, Thirteen pulled lightly on your hand. Your body remained, but the spectre of you followed, glowing in golden light.

Lucifer’s breath hitched in his throat.

You were young again, the way he remembered you.  The way you’d been when you’d loved one another.  You looked back at him, a soft smile on your face. Your mouth opened to speak, but you were already shimmering away, vanishing into nothingness as heaven called you home.  Lucifer barely made out the words on your lips...

I love you.

And just like that, you were gone, the room plunging back into its mundane palette.

His arms held what was left of you.  You heart no longer beat, your chest no longer moved with life-giving breath.  Beneath his touch, your skin was growing cold.

Lucifer doubled over your empty shell and cried.

#Arv writes #Lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #lucifer x y/n #lucifer x you #obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #om lucifer #lucifer om #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfics

[rookthorne]

There was a lot to be said about your best friend, Bucky. You admired his tenacity and grit, as well as his all-encompassing adoration and love for those close to him, which you had admired and been in awe of. It didn't help the fact that you longed to be the one he stared at with such tenderness; you just missed the moments that he had.

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 ☤ Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑲𝑬𝒀 ☤ 𝐀 + 𝐈 + 𝐅

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻 ☤ 7

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻 ☤ 8,266

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑺 ☤ This menace has been in my drafts since maybe March of 2023 in light of an anniversary, and now I think I am ready for him to shine. ☤ All entries are written with a Chronic Illness effected F!Reader in mind, but it can be read as a 'normal' F!Reader.

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ☤ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑶𝑾𝑵 ☤ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀  = angst — 𝐖  = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃  = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅  = fluff — 𝐒  = smut

These are in timeline order - this is subject to change as I add entries.

☤ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐀 + 𝐅

It was a trope that you had read over and over in books – never once did you think it would apply to you, and you’d be stuck in the same vicious circle of pining over your best friend, Bucky. But then, he came home one night after a rough shift, grief-stricken and in pain, and he proceeded to change everything.

☤ 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐅

While saving lives was Bucky’s passion and calling, you couldn’t help but have the need to be there to save him. And one day, you came up with the idea of how to stay with the guardian angel all through his shift.

☤ 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐀 + 𝐈 + 𝐅

An unexpected emergency leaves you at the mercy of the two people you’d hope to never see in uniform, while simultaneously being grateful it was the two heroes you trusted the most. 

☤ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐅

After a bad night, you convalesce your slumber into the living room, only, when you awoke, something precious awaited you.

☤ 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨'𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐅

Your surprise arrival at the station brightens more than Bucky’s day, and you couldn’t be happier to witness the joy in all of their faces when you revealed that you came bearing gifts.

☤ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫; 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐀 + 𝐅

Battles were fought and won, ruthlessly bloody and heartbreakingly sorrowful, for all. Especially your own warrior, who put his all into the work needed on the front lines, and sometimes, he needed protection of his own.

☤ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐅

The festivities of Christmas were often overlooked by Bucky in his job in favour of rushing off to save a life, but not this year — this year, you were there to bring joy to him, and to all of his team.

☤

☤ 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄   𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

☤ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄   𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

☤ 𝐀𝐬𝐤 𝟏 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ A game that doesn't go to plan.

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes series #rookthorne's works #LSS

[valiantroeagleangel]

Lover boy.

Will Ramos x female reader.

A fluffy drabble with a clingy Will.

Tag list: @circle-with-me @malice-ov-mercy @darkhallcorner @loeytuan98 @witchyweeb34 (oh and since it seems that I have a problem with the tag list, could you tell me guys if it's working for you please 🥲)

From the following request from one adorable anon.

"Anyways, Will has this super adorable needy puppy energy that has me melting, and no one can convince me otherwise. So I was thinking: post tour Will, being eXtrA needy, needing cuddles and being touched 24/7, demands kisses and hugs all the time…you can make it just fluffy sweet or you can add smut too, whatever your beautiful heart and mind desires."

Decided to keep this one fluffy because it cannot hurt, let's just soothe our hearts.

I'm sorry it is quite short but just felt like writing some fluffy drabble even if I am emotionally constipated as a person. And don't have much time for myself lately so I just try to write every time I can, which is not often. I hope you'll like it nonetheless.

Don't worry you'll have some needy Will smut on the next one. 🫡

Love you.

Three months was a long time. You did not expect it to feel that unpleasant but now that you were standing in front of the arrival terminal at the airport even the seconds that passed seemed unbearable. Everything slowed down, you kept checking your phone hoping for a sign of life from Will but nothing came. The screen on the wall was displaying all the landings and his plane was discharged. He could be here at any moment but the more people passed in front of you the more your heart raced at the absence of signs from his little curly-haired head.

Anxious, you started to roam into the small room to calm your nerves down. You did not hear about any kind of accident, he was surely fine, maybe stuck at customs. Yeah, he was probably fine but your mind could not calm down until you saw a short figure burst into your direction, Will rushing to you the second he noticed you.

Not expecting him after all this wait you awkwardly opened your arms, Will settling himself between them as he hugged you tightly, lifting you in a quick motion.

-God, I missed you. He squeezed you even harder, his head losing itself in the crook of your neck.

You hugged him back, taking time to appreciate his scent that you missed so much, murmuring a quick "Me too" as you let go in his embrace.

Eventually, after some point, you tried to let go of him, the rest of the band just behind him. Still, he did not separate himself from you, his arms still strongly surrounding your waist as he hugged you from behind, swinging you from left to right, his head resting on your shoulder.

-Will, you'll have to let go of me if you want to go home one day.

You joked, half-joked actually, and you heard Austin make fun of you in the back.

-Yeah, do you guys plan to make out in the middle of the hall or can we go?

Will groaned when you started to shift in his arms, unhappily freeing you so he could go grab his bag and follow your steps.

Still, he followed you closely everywhere, his hand on your lower back as you all tried to somehow carry the bags to the car. The rest of the guys were a few steps ahead, letting you have some intimacy as they knew that Will could just bark at them for cock blocking him. Well, they weren't cock blocking anything since you guys were definitely not going to have sex now but in Will's head it was in a way.

His lips tried to kiss your temple while you walked through the airport, which was incredibly difficult but it did not make him back up. He was maybe short but he had a strong will, desperately looking for some contact with you.

You proposed to drive the guys home but they all declined, telling you that they could deal with that themselves. Giving some kind of pressing look to Will as they silently told you that he wouldn’t let it go.

So eventually each one of them got back to their house mysteriously.

Will seemed to have calmed down a bit in the car, his hand rested on your knee as you drove his tired figure back home.

But once you got to the front door of your house Will immediately attached himself back to you, lifting you off your feet as he slammed the door open, immediately throwing you on the couch with him, his head dipping again in your neck.

You sighed gently, brushing your fingers through his tangled hair. Will humming against your skin.

-Alright lover boy, are you going to let me breathe or not?

-Fuck no, I'll suffocate you.

You chuckled and he hugged you harder, his lips looking for your urgently.

The rest of the evening went the same way. Will's weight was heavy on you as his head rested on your stomach, both of you lying down. You, focusing on one of your books and Will, focusing mindlessly on his phone. He kept glaring at you every other minute, hoping for a move from you but you only continued to read, enjoying the peaceful evening as his body was heating yours. It was much better than all these lonely and cold nights you spent lately.

Getting impatient, Will moved his head to fully look at your face, his pointy chin stabbing your stomach.

-Looooove. He called dramatically to finally earn a look from you.

You smiled at him, one of your hands leaving your book to stroke his hair again, knowing how much he liked it.

-Yes? Your voice was as soft as the look you were giving him, waiting for him to continue his speech.

-Come on is the book really that great? You've been on it for hours!

You looked back to the paper between your hands, considering his sentence for a few seconds.

-Yes. Just to tease him a little you ignored his presence again, your eyes focusing on the pages in front of you as your hand abandoned his hair.

You heard him groan and it made you hide your chuckle. He was really so easy to get.

So just for a bit, you continued to read, totally ignoring Will's protests on your stomach. Well, at least you tried. But with the time he got slightly more pressing. The hands he had under your body came to grab your waist, passing through your shirt as he lifted it a little, his lips peppering kisses on your belly's skin.

Pulling you under him he finally made you look away from your book, receiving an arched brow as you were now at the same height, his face just above yours.

-Come on what is this? He pushed your book down, looking at the title. This sucks, why are you reading it?

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to conceal another smile.

-It does not suck. It's a great book, you should read some sometimes you know.

-Yeah right, I'm sure you'll be pleased when I'll ignore you for some kind of... He paused, frowning at the cover. What is it? Faerie porn again?

This time you couldn't refrain your laughter at his visibly confused and upset expression.

-It is not porn! You tried to defend yourself but it was too late, Will had made up his mind.

-It better not be because I'll be really offended. He pouted his face leaning to yours in hope for a kiss.

You only pecked at his lips, deciding that you had not played with him enough for tonight. You had missed this so much that you could treat yourself a little.

-Let me finish this chapter, alright?

He groaned at you again but settled down for a bit, his head now resting on your chest, making you raise your arms to be able to read something.

But when you thought he had given up he started to call you every few minutes. "Have you finished?", "And now?", "Still not done?", "Come on the chapter is a hundred pages or what?".

You sighed, gently hitting the top of his head with the hardcover.

-It would be faster if you just shut up.

His eyes widened and he stood up, surprising you.

-Fuck it. You're not reading this anymore.

Ripping the book from your hands he threw it on the floor in the second, making it hit the ground in a loud muffled sound.

-Nooo my page!

-Don't care, you should have been faster.

At these words he threw himself back on you, his hands finding your waist again. Lowering your gaze you stared at him while he leaned on, kissing you gently.

-You had three months to read, now the book can go to hell. I don't care.

He continued his motions, his lips lowering themselves to kiss your jaw and then your neck. Quickly your hands found their way back to his hair, as usual.

-It had kittens you know. You tilted your head back, letting him have more access to your skin.

-I don't care. He grunted in the crook of the neck and you tugged his hair.

You smiled, tucking your lower lips between your teeth.

-Who are you and what have you done to my man?

You felt him smirk as he sucked softly on your skin.

-I love you more than I love cats you know.

-Yeah sometimes I doubt that...

You both laughed and his lips came to yours again, engaging a deeper kiss than before, a smirk still plastered on his face now that he had your attention all for himself.

#lorna shore #will ramos #fanfiction #fanfic #lorna shore fanfiction #will ramos fanfiction #will ramos fanfic #lorna shore fanfic #fluff

[groffiction]

The Yan Family Reunion (From SOKP Episode 33)

So, I am taking time to rewatch Episodes 33-38+Special of Story of Kunning Palace and I gotta say, the first reunion between Xie Wei and his Yan family is so important and emotional. The flashbacks of Xie Wei as he recites the vow he had given 20 years ago are incredible.

The whole vow that Xie Wei did as not quite 7 year old: "My Mother has passed away. My Father is unworthy. I hate that I have the last name that he's disgraced. I don't want such a last name. Thank God for your mercy. In a crisis, one sees one's true nature."

"I, Ju'an, dare not forget it. I'm willing to give up my old last name. Abandon my old name, and my old identity. No matter how hard it is, I won't change my mind."

The fact that Xie Wei came up with this when he was that young, after being traumatized by the massacre he'd seen by the rebel king, his father and aunt basically giving him up as a sacrificial lamb, and to only be saved by his said rebel king.

Just.... damn.

Then Xie Wei goes on to say: "I am no longer Xue Dingfei, much less a viscount of the Xue family. All I have is the Yan family's blood. And my name is Xie Wei. Not only do I live for myself, but also for the 300 loyal souls.

I vow to never let it go and seek justice for them."

The vow is raw, intense, and beautiful. It's like Xie Wei is unraveling all of his defense walls kept around his soul to bear his heart to his uncle and cousin. The only two relatives that he trusts. He lets them see just what has been hidden inside of him all these years. And understandably, both his uncle and cousin are moved to almost tears.

And then his uncle responds with something equally emotional: "Okay. It doesn't matter what your name is. You'll always be the child of the Yan family."

This whole scene made me cry. It was beautiful, raw and open. And his uncle accepting Xie Wei was epic. He didn't have to say much to get the point across to Xie Wei that he was loved. That he was cherished. That he was a Yan. And the Yans protect their own. Marquis Yan, in the limited amount of time that Xie Wei has known him, has not only accepted him, but has taken him under his wing like his own child. Marquis Yan is the father Xie Wei never got to have. And Yan Lin, bless his heart, accepts Xie Wei as his brother without any hesitation, not just a heroic cousin. Yan Lin is the brother Xie Wei never got to have. Such a beautiful scene. I cried so many tears for them. That Xie Wei finally got to have this moment - just ahhhh.

#story of kunning palace #sokp #zhang ling he #xie wei #marquis yan #yan lin #so many emotions making me cry even now #i am so happy for them #xie wei deserves all the love and hugs that he never got in the past #fuck the xue family

[rory-multifandom-mess]

New (not really) Murder Drones Au!

This AU is called the Mercy Drones AU, created by my lovely boyfriend who gave me permission to share this to Tumblr! I helped with some of the concepts and the name!

Basically, while the humans were testing stuff out with Solver, they also made the "Mercy" program, an anti-virus for Solver. With episode 7 and the introduction of the patch, we kind of made it one in the same. anyway

The Mercy program is the result of the patch warping the solver mutation's genes/coding and essentially "purifying" it. Instead of bat wings, Mercy Drones have moth-like wings made of solar panels that sprout from their backs. Instead of mouths at the end of their tails, they have a strange, claw-like hand at the end of their tail. Nothing they "gain" from this mutation is organic. When they go full-Mercy mode, their 'screens' turn purely the color of their LEDs. These drones thrive in the sunlight

Wing shapes aren't always the same and can be based off of any moth species.

Within this AU, Thad has the Mercy Mutation, along with Alice and Lizzy (though hers is Dormant and has remained dormant thus far.) Lizzy and Thad got it from their late mom Izzy, who was once a zombie drone alongside Nori, Yeva, and Alice. (Thad's wings are based off of Luna moth wings, Lizzy's would be based off of Maple (or pink lemonade) moth wings)

The thought of this AU came up because I was losing my fucking mind over how much wasted potential Thad had, mostly focusing on episode 2. He got grabbed by Solver, and while All of the other worker drones it grabbed died immediately, he didn't, and it even acted scared when he threatened it and I was screaming about how it made no sense and there had to be more to Thad because of this.

In the au, this interaction with Solver activated his Mercy programming, fighting off Solver's influence. Soon after this, he did the ol "transformation" thing (see image), and it was during Episode 4 that he finally learned how to use the abilities the Mercy programming used. He wasn't in the bus, bro had to cling to the top of it as they went home.

In this au, Solver not only sent the DD's to Copper-9 to kill the drones but also to hunt down any Mercy Drones who were left there to neutralize the only threat to it's ultimate goal

I never got around to fully coloring this, but the outer "rim" of the wings are silver, and the inside of the wings are dark green, which looks more like a bright mint green in the sun. The inside wing colors change depending on the drone (For example, it would be dark brown in the dark and orange in the light for Alice)

When Mercy Drones are depraved of exposure to sunlight for long (and I mean long) periods of time, they grow sluggish, tired, and weak. For this reason, when Alice realized she would never see the sun again, she permanently removed her wings.

Some abilities include- - Drawing sun rays collected by their wings to create light daggers - Magnetizing their fingertips - Can create other things (from shields to drone repairs) out of their harvested energy

If you have any questions, my ask box is open!! (Extra doodles are under the cut)

The transformation is incredibly painful, hense the pool of oil in front of Thad here. He threw up because the pain was so agonizing.

The ending of Episode 4

Me? Planning on writing both of these and posting them on AO3? Noooo (yes. yes I am. stay tuned)

#my boyfriend is so creative #i love him so much #murder drones #murder drones au #mercy drones au #md au #md #thad #murder drones thad #murder drones fanart #murder drones thad fanart #uzi doorman #serial designation n #murder drones alice #murder drones lizzy #murder drones n #murder drones uzi #murder drones nori #murder drones yeva #murder drones absolutesolver #my bf told me that last doodle is exactly how it would go #im so happy <3 #rory rambles #technically

[occasionallyprosie]

Devotion - Chapter 7: "Started Young"

Dev finds an old friend, who apparently had spent the entirety of the war in a battle on another plane of existence with himself… or rather, eight other versions of himself.

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Dev sensed him. Finally, that faded divine courage came into his senses and he whirled around and was running.

"There you are!" He nearly slid across the ground as he found the kid, dropping to one knee in front of him as he held his face and checked him for injuries on instinct. "Where have you been?! Are you alright? There's so much dark residue on you!"

The kid, the hero and spirit of the Four Sword, barked out a slightly strained laugh. "I don't even know, Dev. I'm so, so confused."

Dev grew concerned before it hit him. He let out a small noise of relief. "The timelines merged, kid," he said gently, and the kid startled.

"They what? There was multiple?!"

"Three, and you remember how I told you there was a spirit that inhabited my sword before me?" The kid nodded. "She's back because she didn't die in the other timelines."

The kid's jaw dropped. "IS THAT WHY I'VE SPENT THE LAST —HOWEVER LONG FIGHTING EIGHT OTHER VERSIONS OF MYSELF?!“

Dev winced. "Probably."

He stared at him. "What the—Okay. Okay this is fine. Just..." he held his 'breath' and Dev watched him slowly calm down. "Right," the kid looked at him again, "what did I miss?

"Want to come meet the new hero?" Dev asked. "We just ended a war."

"You what."

"His name is Link, so we really need to get you a nickname, kid."

"I—Fine."

"Rainbow? Prism? Spectrum?"

"Do not call me Rainbow," he threatened. "Spectrum is fine."

"Great."

A beat passed.

"I cannot believe you fought a war without me."

"There it is."

Dev was leading Spectrum to meet Link, only to see a dauntingly familiar portal and Link disappearing through it.

It shut almost the moment Dev saw it. It took everything in Dev to trust that his Sprite was right, that it was okay, that it'd be fine.

"What was that?" Spectrum questioned.

"That... That was a portal," Dev said a bit shakily. "A temporal one, time magic. It... I've seen it before, it either takes the hero, returns them, or brings monsters. Want to go hunt some oddly strong monsters?"

Spectrum blinked and stared at him. "That's an option? Absolutely."

Soon enough, a couple years later, Link returned and he had a knowing look in his eyes when he came back. He grinned when he met Spectrum. A few days later, he'd made a passing comment on Dev being a hero when they were alone.

"I'm no hero." Dev chuckled when Link said it.

"Really?" Link challenged, looking over at him. "Labyrnna, Holodrum, Hytopia? None of those rings a bell?"

Dev hummed slightly. "Oh, they ring bells." He stood up, and he saw Link raise an eyebrow with a bit more gall than Dev was used to from him. "Yes, a very, very long time ago, I was a hero. I was born Hylian, called to save the world, got a sword, and a triangle on the back of my hand. Then I killed the incarnate of evil, and I did it again. Yes, once upon a time, I was a hero. But I'm not a hero anymore."

"Not anymore?" Link prodded, seemingly a bit confused.

Dev just laughed softly. "Kit, I'm millennia old. I've seen Hyrule rise to its golden age, fall into decay, and it is still trying to rebuild itself. I've watched friends and family live, die, and be born again. My time as a hero ended the moment I became a spirit. That doesn't mean I'll stand aside, I still fight, but I am here to protect and guide you." He tapped Link's chest. "You, and other kids like Mask and Tune. Heroes who are still heroes, who have lives to live. I. Am. No. Hero. And by the mercy of the goddesses, I never will be again."

Link caught his wrist. "Dev, you're a hero to me. And to all of Hyrule."

"Let me live my retirement in peace," Dev teased lightly. "You may be a little lion with all that energy, pride, and strength to protect those you love, but let me just be a guide and helper, not a hero. I did my time."

Link stared at him and there was sadness in his eyes. "Okay," he said softly, letting go of his wrist. "Yeah, okay."

Link died of old age. Dev was a face amongst the masses and Spectrum tugged his arm to lead them from the funeral.

Fi wanted to go dormant, so Dev let her. He refused to do the same.

He and Spectrum went out to explore, slaying monsters and forging something new, building magical weapons and jewelry then Dev ended up having to carry.

They went out to other countries, Dev knew he'd sense the birth of the next hero, Fi said they would, and they explored the far reaches of the world.

Thousands of years passed, and they came back just in time.

There was no hero in this cycle. Well, there was, but...

A six-year-old child tugged his sleeve. "Can I go home now?"

A great calamity was about to befall Hyrule and though there were guardians and a princess with Zelda's sealing power learned and ready, the hero was a tiny child.

He and Spectrum shared a look.

"Link?" Dev knelt by the boy. "Thank you so much for meeting us. Go home now, we just wanted to say hi." The parents were crying, they knew the fate their son had been called to, but Dev wasn't about to let a six-year-old fight this battle.

Little Link lit up and ran back to his parents. Fi murmured to Dev about it, but they had long since handled any differences in their methods a while ago.

"I'll do it," Spectrum said as they headed toward the castle.

"You'll have to. Have fun," Dev said as he took Spectrum's hand and transformed.

Spectrum went to the castle and the guards let him through. A green and blue tunic, bright red hair, a violet sash around his waist and matching ribbon in his hair to hold the long locks back, Spectrum marched up to the throne room and he knelt in the center of the room.

In the end, it was a quick and simple fight. Over before it was finished.

Dev disagreed with the decision to just seal the darkness; he would have much rather destroyed it.

Spectrum agreed, but neither were allowed back into the castle after the battle.

Little Link grew up happily, not a single other calling to adventure took place. Dev and Spectrum made sure of that.

Ten thousand years passed before the next one happened.

Dev had let Fi win for the past five thousand years. While Spectrum went off and did goddesses know what, Fi and Dev fell dormant within the Korok Forest beneath the protection of the Great Deku Tree.

He roused when a presence approached and was instantly aware of the thick darkness in the air. It was coming back and...

The boy who drew him was no older than twelve. He stopped Fi from even testing the boy, he saw the fear but also clear determination, not in an arrogant way, but this boy had come here, gotten through the Lost Woods, and was trying to draw the sword because he had to. Dev could see it, Fi faltered near immediately and they went willingly.

"He looks like you," Fi said. "You came to me just like that, scared, but determined. I knew you wouldn't take no for an answer, not because you wanted to wield me, but because you knew you had to."

Dev had made a slightly affirming sound. This kid already had the weight of the world on his shoulders... and Dev had every intention of lightening that load as much as he could.

"You're not bad," Dev said after Link beat a guard in a fight and was left to train alone. Link didn't talk and Dev was invisible to everyone but his wielder. "Incredible for your age, actually."

He stood beside Link, who gave him a curious look as he pulled out a fire rod and held it like a sword.

"Copy my moves," he told him. Link nodded and Dev guided him through battle techniques long forgotten to the people of Hyrule. He taught him how to execute a spin attack, how to do a downward thrust, and many other things. He taught him to fight with precision.

Link was a natural, a born fighter, and after a point, Dev started teaching him other things.

The boy was isolated from everyone, partially but not wholly by his own choice. The princess whom he had to protect outright hated him, then the champions who he was meant to fight alongside were distant from the boy that Dev got to know. Mipha was closest, and Daruk tried, but Revali drove Link deeper into his corner purposely and Urbosa did it accidentally due to her protectiveness over Zelda.

Dev would sit with Link in his quarters, coaching him through peaceful things. He taught him to knit and to sew. He taught him how to crochet too, then how to dye wool. He taught him how to cook in the kitchens, and how to cook over a campfire. He took Link out to the forests one night and taught him how to forage and make food good for eating. He taught the twelve-year-old boy how to read, horrifying himself with the knowledge that literacy and education wasn't the standard even in the most rural parts of Hyrule anymore.

Link opened up to him.

He'd grin and giggle and even sometimes quietly ask questions or make an almost sassy comment. Dev was determined to get the kid out of his shell just a bit more.

Then it struck. After accompanying the princess to the base of Mount Lanayru and to as far as an underaged individual could go, after coming down to the base of the mountain, and then the sky lit up red.

Not a day later, in the twilight before dawn, Dev was feeling his magic drain to a point it had only once before.

He poured his magic into Link, into Fi, the former managing to stand up again and the latter giving her all to keep him alive. Even for all that, even after destroying dozens of guardians, Link couldn't do it.

The Master Sword chipped, it cracked, and Link couldn't quite stand back up.

The power of the Triforce saved him from immediate death. Fi and Dev panicked, and they had Zelda put Link in the Shrine of Resurrection.

They lasted long enough for Zelda to ask them to give Link the memory of her leaving them in the forest. After that, it all faded and for the second time, Dev was forced into dormancy as he had drained himself completely just to keep one boy alive. Something he had done thousands of years ago... and had failed.

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#short lil thing #linked universe #lu legend #linkeduniverse #legend lu #fanfic #lu warriors #lu wild #lu four #sword spirit legend #fi #loz fi #linked universe fanfic #linked universe fanfiction #linked universe au #prosie writes #devotion au

[schrijverr]

The Hearts of Gotham 5

Chapter 5 out of 7

Bruce makes the Justice League believe he has two hearts and is a manifestation of Gotham’s night to throw them off his secret identity, not trusting them. When the sound system breaks, he doesn’t come clean, but lies instead that he split into two to make Robin. From there it spirals as all the Robins make the lies grow and twist it in their own ways, until the truth comes out.

This fic is based on this post and inspired by Bouncing Baby Bat, or so the Justice League is led to believe... by EmpressGeek.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none

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Chapter 5: How Stephanie Used it to Fuck with Bruce

Steph wasn’t Robin for long enough to ever be introduced to the Justice League, something she takes great offense to. Tim had told her about it and she looked forward to it quite a bit, so she was disappointed when it never happened.

However, Steph has never been beneath causing problems for no reason to get what she wants. So, she is more than happy to temporarily take back her mantle so she can get to meet the Justice League anyway. Especially to prove her honor as a Robin.

Damian is already pretty far along in adjusting to his role as Robin and, while B might have banned him now, she knows that will change at some point. So she has to move before that happens if she wants to fuck with everyone.

B can’t complain though, she thinks, as a Robin she has a right to do this. Besides, it’s not like she’s going to blow their cover, in fact, she might strengthen in. B should be thanking her.

Thus, there is a pep in her step as she runs down the halls of the Watchtower for the first time, Tim in her ear telling her the route and her story planned out in her mind.

She enters a big room with a table, around which all the Justice League members are sitting. They all look up startled when she throws open the door, then turn to look at B, who is definitely sighing and fighting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Father,” she shrieks shrilly. She has never claimed B as anything close to a father figure, however, for the sake of fucking with him, she is more than happy to. And by the way multiple people whip their heads in his direction, it works. “Something is wrong.”

“What is it?” B asks, he doesn’t sound too concerned, likely already knowing she’s here to mess with him. Though due to his gruffness and distance, it doesn’t appear the others notice.

“I don’t know, but Gotham called me to go to you. I think the darkness is growing,” Steph exclaims dramatically.

“Wait, wait, wait, hold up. Father? Like father-father? What happened to B?” Green Lantern interrupts and over her com Tim tells her that that his name is Hal Jordan.

“Didn’t father tell you, Hal?” she asks innocently, making her eyes go wide.

“How- how do you know my name?” Hal asks, scooting away from her slightly.

“I know a lot of things father knows, silly. I came from him,” Steph laughs. “He’s father, because I physically clawed my way out of his body to shape my own. What did you think splitting into two meant?”

And now she truly knows she’s been hanging out with Tim too much, because she’s referencing conversations she’s never been a part of. However, it is worth it to see both Hal and a few other nearby heroes pale at her words.

“Stop being rude,” Wonder Woman tells them and Steph has to stop herself before she pinches her leg, because holy shit Wonder Woman is standing up for her. Wonder Woman is coming her way. She is talking to Wonder Woman! She loves women superheroes.

Wonder Woman smiles at her and extends her hand for Steph to shake: “It is nice to meet you, Robin. I am Diana.”

“Robin, nice to meet you,” Steph shakes her hand.

“If I may be so bold, you are not like the other Robins I met,” Wonder Woman says and Steph knows that she is going to lord that over the others for the rest of her life. Jason will cry when she tells him.

However, she has a bit she’s committed to (and B will probably leave her to the mercy of Alfred if she fucks this up for him), so she simply curtsies and says: “I came to be under a super moon, when Gotham’s night was bright, not just lively.”

“That is a special thing,” Wonder Woman tells her kindly. “It’s good to have a fellow sword sister in you, Robin.”

“Thank you,” Steph smiles brightly, wanting to bond with Wonder Woman more, but she is here with a purpose. So, she frowns: “Though I fear I might not be for long.” She taps a few time, hoping Tim has caught his cue as she suddenly clutches her stomach and cries out.

“Are you alright?” Wonder Woman asks in concern, catching her as she stumbles and tries to stay in character and not focus on the strong arms.

“Father,” she whimpers, holding a shaking arm out to B.

Tim luckily did catch his cue, because Superman lets out an alarmed sound and says: “Your second hearts are going crazy.”

In the time it took Superman to say that, B has jumped over the table to get to her, likely not wanting to risk her being serious. It is also clear that he’s decided to yes-and it, because he gently tells her: “Robin, I’m here,” as he cradles her in her arms, taking her from Wonder Woman (a fact Steph doesn’t mourn in the slightest, what are you talking about?).

With a weak voice, she says: “I- I think- I think Gotham is-” a cough “-sending me home. We- we’re going to turn into one again, father.”

To others there, it might look like B is worried, but Steph recognizes his annoyed face anywhere. She regularly gets him to make it after all.

She writhes in pain again and pitifully whimpers: “Take me home, father? I- I don’t want anyone to see that. Oh, it hurts. It hurts!”

“Batman, is she okay?” Superman worries, hovering over B’s shoulder.

Steph almost risks sending B a shit eating grin at that, but decides against it. Instead, she coughs again, using some slight of hand to smear liquid latex on her cheek that she rests against B’s chest when she’s done.

B is just assuring Superman that she will be fine, when she lets out a shriek: “It’s already starting! Father, please.”

And indeed, when she pulls her cheek, it is now attached to B, slivers of skin apparently attached to him. Superman startles back and Steph lets out a pained moan.

At that point, B decides that removing her from the situation is the best course of action to prevent her doing more damage. So, he swiftly picks her up bridal style and says: “I must go. A new Robin is coming.”

Without waiting for a reaction, he stalks out of the room and to the Zeta-Beam. Steph continues to let out pained noises all the way, until they’re stepping into the Cave.

Once there, she rips her face from B’s chest and hops out of his arms. Grinning: “That was fun, we should do it again sometimes.”

“Was that really necessary?” B sighs, finally able to let that out and pinch the bridge of his nose.

“No, but it was fun,” Tim says, twirling away from the Batcomputer to grin at them, the cameras in the Watchtower still on the screen. “I mean look at this.”

He pushes a few buttons and one of the videos rewinds, showing B sweeping out of the room, followed by a moment of silence. Then Flash says: “Did- Did Batman just take off, because he’s going into labor? Is he entitled to maternal leave?”

“Don’t be stupid, Barry,” Hal says. “She called him father, it would be paternal leave.”

“Same difference,” Flash pouts, before Tim pauses the video again.

Steph snorts out a loud laugh. She couldn’t have imagined this going that well. She just hoped to cause enough chaos and a weird enough situation that B would have to uncomfortably explain himself next time, but this is gold.

“Why would you do this to me?” B asks her in a suffering voice.

She doesn’t care, she just replies: “You’re lucky I went with father for the creepy factor, I definitely contemplated using daddy, old man.”

Despite it all, B takes a few seconds to count his blessings, deciding to give up. “Thanks,” he settles on, before leaving the Cave.

Once he’s gone, Steph says: “You can get a feed up next B goes up there, right?”

“Oh, yeah, totally,” Tim grins back.

Indeed, next time B goes up to the Watchtower a few days later, her and Tim are crowded around the screen again, watching it unfold. Snickering when everyone seems to be sending B ‘subtle’ glances and being generally unsure of what to say to him.

Superman is the first one to dare, tentatively asking: “Are- are you okay, Batman?”

“I am,” B grunts, obviously wanting to avoid further conversation.

Naturally, Superman doesn’t pick up on that and carefully adds: “And… is Robin?”

“He’s fine,” B says curtly.

“He?” Wonder Woman asks, joining her two friends. “What happened to the Robin we met last time?”

B now realizes the position Steph has forced him in and actually uses more words to answer: “She is no longer Robin. She became one with me, left Robin behind and broke free again as Spoiler.”

“Spoiler?”

“Yes, Spoiler,” B says and Steph get the feeling she made a mistake. “She is all the toxic parts, the pollution in the night skies of Gotham, coming together into one part. We have a lot of companies dumping stuff, it was bound to happen,” B explains, sending a covert look to the nearest camera, knowing that they’re watching him.

“Oh that fucker!” Steph pouts as Tim laughs at her, the traitor.

Superman and Wonder Woman both send him a look, but the three are interrupted by Flash, who comes speeding up to them, asking: “That looked painful? Is it like giving birth or something?”

“Flash!” Superman catechizes.

Meanwhile, B flushes bright red (can’t be seen with the cowl, but Steph knows, she has been embarrassing him for a long time now). With a pinched expression, he grits out: “It’s a complex and very private affair.”

Flash’s apology is drowned out by Steph’s cheer as she triumphantly exclaims: “Ha! Who’s vengeance now, B!”

~~

A/N:

I realize that I may be projecting my crush on Wonder Woman, however, I will not apologize for it, bc I have great taste <3

#rr writing #batfam #batfamily #batman #bruce wayne #robin #batman and robin #spoiler #stephanie brown #tim drake #wonder woman #diana prince #clark kent #superman #flash #barry allen #hal jordan #green lantern #justice league #lj #jla #the hearts of gotham au #cryptid batfam

[lukaherehelp]

Playboyy EP1 - "Sex is about everyone"

PART 1

okey, let's get it:

The fountain a la WAP really fits the show, ain't going to lie.

Something tells me that Zouy liked/likes Nant, idk why. Like, they are showing us that Zouy and Nant were pretty close and Nant was definetly a safe space for Zouy for everything, sex talk included. September 15th, 2022 - what was your wish, Zouy?

"Pacebook". I love this show, I swear. Now, the video is posted on the 18th although the video is from a year ago, but also: First's comment asking "where are you? are you coming to class?" was made 2 weeks ago. So... Nant went missing at the beginning of 3rd year.

as I said before, hilarious that Zouy and Jade share the same laptop, "Deadline is faster than Karma" is the true collegue/uni experience!

The parallels to OF are strong but I'm not going to go deep into it. A little tmi: I'm a virgin, I'm not ashame of it and never will be. On contrary to Zouy (and Mew) I'm lucky to have friends since my high school years that never cared neither pressured me into changing this about me. As everyone fuckin should. And that's the commentary both shows are doing on this. But we are going to focus on Playboyy here. Zouy pointing out that Porche, Captain and First being so on the nose about each others sex lifes is the reason Nant went missing, is a really valid point. This group probably met each other on 1st year, so at 18 years old. That's still an age were you can easily sucumb to pressure from your "friends" whom are just giving "friendly advice", while you are trying to "fit in". But it can get you into serious trouble. Porsche, Captain and First are finding out now that their "harmless" behaviour can lead to bad things happening to others only because these others (Nant and Zouy) wanna "fit in" with the group with them.

Feeling all those eyes on you, even if they are "friendly", is a heavy burden.

Now, the whole scene with Jump was highly amusing at the begining, but when it came the time to be Jump and Zouy to be alone, it was painful to watch for the same reason I just talked about but also gives us more insight on Zouy's relationship with sex: he's not ready to get physical yet but he still gets horny like the rest of the lads in this household (everyone is horny 24/7, I love them)

baby boy was so out of his element, come here, let me wrap you in a blankie. is okey.

Now, I must say: Him asking Jump to pose like Rose in Titanic IS FUCKIN HILARIOUS. PEAK ART CLICHÉ. He really said "I want to paint you like one of my french girls" and I almost busted a lung laughing.

I feel like this is some random model drawing, not Nant. But I could be wrong.

Another moment that knocked the air out of my lungs: Porche and Captain walking on Zouy and First. CAN WE PLEASE START LOCKING THE FUCKIN DOORS? DIDN'T WE LEARNED FROM VENUS IN THE SKY?!

This "punishment" is not effective at all but deeply amusing.

Zouy comments again how uncomfortable this makes him and I feel so sorry for him. I know the rest are just trying "to help" but they are not helping at all. Their behaviour got Nant into trouble in the first place and Zouy clearly doesn't wanna end like him as well...

Now, the demon @respectthepetty has teached us well about color and I wanna point out:

Zouy's backack is yellow... and so is Teena's bike

Also, lowkey introducing us to Keen. Captain gets so distracted side-eyeing him that he ends up bumping into Puen. And it adds another problem: the rich kids don't like the scholarship students.

They know what they are doing...

... and I thank them for it *cue chrome arts by onlyoneof*

See, this is when I started loosing my shit:

Sir, we get it, you are hot af, BUT 5FT WAY PLEASE, WE JUST MET.

fuckin hell Kaowoat, you are a beautiful man, lord have mercy on me.

I'm going to end up with a collection of this three and there reactions, am I not?

I'LL CONTINUE ON ANOTHER POST.

#playboyy #playboyy the series #thai bl #thai drama #bl drama

[l0serloki]

Love your work! How would Chamber & Soca react if their female S.O. told them she’s pregnant? (Separate not poly lol)

Valorant Pregnancy HCs

(Sova & Chamber)

CW : hints to sex? lol, morning sickness mention

A/N : I LOVED THIS. This was so fun to write. Thank you so so much for the idea!! Enjoy~

Sova :

- Oh boy… you’re pregnant?! He’s gonna cry.

- He’s over the moon!!

- Goes to run and tell Brim & Sage (if he can)

- He’s gonna buy baby owl onesies and cute little stuffed animals

- “Sasha we don’t need to worry about that right now-“ “No dear, we need to get the diapers now”

- He’s going to be there 24/7 and will help you with whatever you need

- Wakes up with you and rubs your back when you vomit too

- He gives out some baby names but I feel like he would be glad with whatever you have in mind

- He’s gonna cry when the baby is born 100%

- “You did so well, my dove. You are so strong. Look at our precious angel.”

Sova was cooking dinner as you scrolled through your phone. You had been excited for when he had got home but now you were worried. Was this the right moment to tell him? He would be happy, right? You shook away any doubts and made your way over to him. Your arms wrapped around his torso and you leaned into his strong back. He hummed at the affection and continued on, asking if you were okay. “Yeah honey I’m fine. I have some news for you.” Sova stopped what he was doing and peeled you off of him. He turned to make eye contact with you. “Yes? Are you alright?” You could only coo at the affection and worry of your dear man, your heart growing two sizes bigger. He would be a perfect father.

“Yes honey! I’m fine I promise.. I just.. I took a test earlier today. You’re gonna be a dad.” You smiled lightly and Sova’s face went into shock. He let out a squeal and pulled you into his chest. “Oh my.. My dove. This is wonderful news. We are going to be parents! I have to tell everyone! Can I? We have to go get baby stuff too… Maybe we should get a new house? Oh my.” You could only laugh as the man rambled on, wiping away at his excited tears.

Chamber :

- “I’m pregnant” “I know” (he would)

- He was happy when you tell him, he’s always wanted a kid

- He tells you that all your efforts were worth it now (mans been trying to knock you up for months, lord have mercy)

- He gets you special foods and whatever cravings you want

- He recommends some French baby names because I mean come on

- Renovated the spare room for the child and baby proofed everything months in advance

- Totally the guy to read books on parenting and pregnancy,, “he has to prepare for any outcome”

- He takes off work to lay and be with you, he’s a bit over the top though

- He’s overprotective and doesn’t like you even moving but he means well

“Vincent!” You yelled from the bathroom. The man came walking in, a questioning look on his face. “Vincent I’m pregnant!” You turned and showed him the stick, your heart feeling as if it would give out.

“Ah yes. I knew you would be soon. This is great news! We will be parents. Let us celebrate, go get a nice outfit on.” You could only roll your eyes as he leaned in to kiss you.

“You could be more excited you know.” He holds you in his arms and leans against the top of your head. “I am very excited my dear. This is a new chapter in our life. I will be here for you no matter what. I’ll protect you both, whatever the cost may be. I’m going to spoil you both rotten.” Warm hands traced your stomach as he leaned down and peppered you with kisses. He was always so calm but it was nice to hear the reassurance. You knew everything would be fine with him watching out for you and the baby.

#valorant #valorant x reader #valorant x you #chamber #chamber valorant #valorant imagines #chamber x reader #valorant chamber #sova x reader fluff #sova valorant #valorant sova #sova x reader #sova #chamber x reader fluff #valorant headcanons

[jeremiah-33-3]

Romans 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

God's plans and purposes are far greater than Our own: God provides and blesses those who follow Him. Remember Joseph When you're going through afflictions, trials and tribulations remain faithful to God, knowing that God has a plan for you too.

Although Joseph faced many trials he remained faithful to God, and God blessed him for it.

Joseph was sold into Egypt

Acts 7:9 And the patriarchs, moved with envy, sold Joseph into Egypt: but God was with him,7:10 And delivered him out of all his afflictions, and gave him favour and wisdom in the sight of Pharaoh king of Egypt; and he made him governor over Egypt and all his house.

Genesis 45:4 And Joseph said unto his brethren, Come near to me, I pray you. And they came near. And he said, I am Joseph your brother, whom ye sold into Egypt.45:5 Now therefore be not grieved, nor angry with yourselves, that ye sold me hither: for God did send me before you to preserve life.45:6 For these two years hath the famine been in the land: and yet there are five years, in the which there shall neither be earing nor harvest.45:7 And God sent me before you to preserve you a posterity in the earth, and to save your lives by a great deliverance.45:8 So now it was not you that sent me hither, but God: and he hath made me a father to Pharaoh, and lord of all his house, and a ruler throughout all the land of Egypt.

Joseph was thrown into prison for a crime he did not commit

Genesis 39:12 And she caught him by his garment, saying, Lie with me: and he left his garment in her hand, and fled, and got him out.39:13 And it came to pass, when she saw that he had left his garment in her hand, and was fled forth,39:14 That she called unto the men of her house, and spake unto them, saying, See, he hath brought in an Hebrew unto us to mock us; he came in unto me to lie with me, and I cried with a loud voice:39:15 And it came to pass, when he heard that I lifted up my voice and cried, that he left his garment with me, and fled, and got him out.39:16 And she laid up his garment by her, until his lord came home.39:17 And she spake unto him according to these words, saying, The Hebrew servant, which thou hast brought unto us, came in unto me to mock me:39:18 And it came to pass, as I lifted up my voice and cried, that he left his garment with me, and fled out.

39:19 And it came to pass, when his master heard the words of his wife, which she spake unto him, saying, After this manner did thy servant to me; that his wrath was kindled.39:20 And Joseph's master took him, and put him into the prison, a place where the king's prisoners were bound: and he was there in the prison.39:21 But the LORD was with Joseph, and shewed him mercy, and gave him favour in the sight of the keeper of the prison.39:22 And the keeper of the prison committed to Joseph's hand all the prisoners that were in the prison; and whatsoever they did there, he was the doer of it.39:23 The keeper of the prison looked not to any thing that was under his hand; because the LORD was with him, and that which he did, the LORD made it to prosper.

While Joseph was in prison he gives God the Glory

Genesis 40:8 And they said unto him, We have dreamed a dream, and there is no interpreter of it. And Joseph said unto them, Do not interpretations belong to God? tell me them, I pray you.

Genesis 41:16 And Joseph answered Pharaoh, saying, It is not in me: God shall give Pharaoh an answer of peace.

Joseph gets released from prison

Genesis 41:41 And Pharaoh said unto Joseph, See, I have set thee over all the land of Egypt.41:42 And Pharaoh took off his ring from his hand, and put it upon Joseph's hand, and arrayed him in vestures of fine linen, and put a gold chain about his neck;41:43 And he made him to ride in the second chariot which he had; and they cried before him, Bow the knee: and he made him ruler over all the land of Egypt.41:44 And Pharaoh said unto Joseph, I am Pharaoh, and without thee shall no man lift up his hand or foot in all the land of Egypt. 41:45 And Pharaoh called Joseph's name Zaphnathpaaneah; and he gave him to wife Asenath the daughter of Potipherah priest of On. And Joseph went out over all the land of Egypt.41:46 And Joseph was thirty years old when he stood before Pharaoh king of Egypt. And Joseph went out from the presence of Pharaoh, and went throughout all the land of Egypt.41:47 And in the seven plenteous years the earth brought forth by handfuls.41:48 And he gathered up all the food of the seven years, which were in the land of Egypt, and laid up the food in the cities: the food of the field, which was round about every city, laid he up in the same.41:49 And Joseph gathered corn as the sand of the sea, very much, until he left numbering; for it was without number.41:50 And unto Joseph were born two sons before the years of famine came, which Asenath the daughter of Potipherah priest of On bare unto him.41:51 And Joseph called the name of the firstborn Manasseh: For God, said he, hath made me forget all my toil, and all my father's house. 41:52 And the name of the second called he Ephraim: For God hath caused me to be fruitful in the land of my affliction.

#sermon #biblical scripture #bible #jesus #faith in jesus #jesus christ #bible verse #bible scripture #holy bible #bible art

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

The LORD Is My Salvation

1 The LORD is my light and my salvation— whom shall I fear? The LORD is the stronghold of my life— whom shall I dread?

2 When the wicked came upon me to devour my flesh, my enemies and foes stumbled and fell.

3 Though an army encamps around me, my heart will not fear; though a war breaks out against me, I will keep my trust.

4 One thing I have asked of the LORD; this is what I desire: to dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the LORD and seek Him in His temple.

5 For in the day of trouble He will hide me in His shelter; He will conceal me under the cover of His tent; He will set me high upon a rock.

6 Then my head will be held high above my enemies around me. At His tabernacle I will offer sacrifices with shouts of joy; I will sing and make music to the LORD.

7 Hear, O LORD, my voice when I call; be merciful and answer me.

8 My heart said, “Seek His face.” Your face, O LORD, I will seek.

9 Hide not Your face from me, nor turn away Your servant in anger. You have been my helper; do not leave me or forsake me, O God of my salvation.

10 Though my father and mother forsake me, the LORD will receive me.

11 Teach me Your way, O LORD, and lead me on a level path,

because of my oppressors.

12 Do not hand me over to the will of my foes, for false witnesses rise up against me, breathing out violence.

13 Still I am certain to see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living.

14 Wait patiently for the LORD; be strong and courageous. Wait patiently for the LORD! — Psalm 27 | Majority Standard Bible (MSB) The Majority Standard Bible is in the public domain. Cross References: Exodus 15:2; Exodus 33:13; Exodus 33:21; Judges 5:3; 1 Samuel 17:48; 1 Samuel 23:17; 1 Samuel 30:6; 1 Kings 8:36; Job 28:13; Psalm 3:3; Psalm 4:3; Psalm 6:1; Psalm 9:3; Psalm 13:3; Psalm 14:4; Psalm 15:1; Psalm 16:8; Psalm 18:6; Psalm 18:28; Psalm 22:24; Psalm 24:6; Psalm 37:34; Isaiah 40:11; Isaiah 49:15; Jeremiah 11:19; Matthew 26:60; Luke 10:42; Acts 9:1

#trust #doubt #fear #salvation #Lord #refuge #Psalm 27 #Book of Psalms #Old Testament #MSB #Majority Standard Bible

[mionie]

Distance

Pairing: Camu x gn!reader

Genre: angst, fluff, action

Warnings: VERY SUGGESTIVE but not explicit, OOC, mild swearing, quite long, grammatical errors, unedited

A/N: Finally! I had finished writing thisssssss. This was longer than I expected and I had to rush when writing this longfic, only in half 7 hours. Why am I rushing? Because I had to go to sleep, it's almost 12 AM and I still have classes tomorrow. Okay, that's enough for now, have fun reading🥰

~•~•~

Camu clenched his teeth, swinging his sword at the scorpion lunging at him. Like a cornered beast, he attacked only at what he can reach. He stood between you and the new sentient creatures born from the virus, your last fortress against your enemies. You had yourself leaning against the wall, numb and bleeding from the previous attack.

You were given a mission many hours ago situated in the Dead Zone and automatically, Camu was assigned to you and your team members were stationed back in Babylonia for a their regular check-up and surprise vacation. Normally, a constructs' team had to do things together with their assigned commandant (except for some teams) but this was a special case. A sudden rise of the virus in the Dead Zone pose a threat to the newly built research facility near the zone, thus, Hasen had to send you for investigation.

Search for clues regarding this matter. This was his orders. And it rang in the back of mind.

With your your blurring vision, you watched Camu's back, broad and strong against the creatures. He maintained the 5-meters distance, hacking and slashing them into pieces as they continuously advance towards you.

You, not Camu.

He knew this, that was why he could not increase or decrease the distance of his radius from you. The system programmed in him kept track of your condition as well as the rising number of the slick and crawling creatures. Your body temperature was dropping and the connection you shared with him was fluctuating.

Given your situation, maintaining the M.I.N.D. connection was already a struggle, with the addition of the high density of virus, you wondered how you were still conscious and sane.

Your head hurt from the noise and the seeping virus in you veins. Refusing to succumb by the lull of death, you fished out a small box within your pockets. Inside were syringes and vials of the serum placed carefully. Your hands shook, filling the syringe with the antidote. Your veins bulged a sickly purple on your wrist, throbbing achingly in intervals as it flowed to your entire system.

If someone were to see you, they would have killed you in place of mercy. A bitter smile came to your lips, injecting the serum on your shoulder area. As the serum entered your body, you felt it working in killing the invading virus. You already experienced the horror and pain in being infected before in your missions, but never had you felt the clash of the serum and virus in your stream. Maybe the virus was dominating you slowly that you could feel your whole body burning from its contact with your cure.

When you could feel your limbs again, you raised your gun, pointing at the beetle diving in to attack Camu and shot. He briefly glanced at you over his shoulder and went back to hacking away. You shot again, providing support to your only construct.

"On your right," you managed a murmur. No matter how low the volume of your voice, he heard you. Gripping his greatsword tighter, he swung it hard, creating an arc that pushed away the creatures. He took this little chance, rushing towards you and carried you away.

Even with the attempted escape, their enemies kept appearing on each side, slowly gaining on them. Camu sliced through that got in your way as you aimed, watching his back.

He was not human but both of you know that he was exhausted already. You scanned the area he brought you with. You were on a desolate street with cars from the Golden Age. Thankfully, they blocked the chasing enemies, however, Camu had to zigzag his way around and it slowed him down.

Camu held you securely, careful not to put too much pressure on your wounds. With the map uploaded in his M.I.N.D., both of you were farther than he anticipated. To save you, he had to navigate past groups of Corrupted in the abandoned city in between the research facility and your current location. But he could not fight as well as had you in his hold, that would put you more in danger, also, the sun had ready set and it was getting colder.

"F*ck." Camu skidded and ran into an alley hidden from the main street. After many turns, you entered a building from the back and he went up many flight of stairs. Using his Inver Device, he did not detect any lingering enemies and set you on a bed after he dusted off the dirt and dust.

Your body temperature kept on dropping. The warmth that he secretly treasured was slowly slipping away. He does not want that to happen. He would not allow it.

He was filled with the virus, he should not be holding you especially now that you were injured and many wounds that is inviting the Punishing Virus to enter. But he prayed, prayed that you would excuse it if ever you would be infected again because of him.

He looked at you and you nod. He unbuttoned your clothes, exposing your body to him covered with lacerations and dried blood. With his prior knowledge when he was a human soldier, he learnt how to treat wounds from minor to major. Using this to his advantage, he patched you up in a hurry and forced you to drink medicine he found while rummaging in your clothes.

After that, he laid you gently. Your clothes remained on you hoping to provide a little bit of warmth but was left open, causing you to shiver uncomfortably. He knew this so he sat close, blocking the cold wind entering from the broken window.

He felt useless. He could not even protect you from your enemies and had to watch you lie on the bed without blankets. Camu contemplated lighting up a fire, but he could not risk drawing the attention of the biocreature b*stards. Turning on his Inver Device, he sent an S.O.S. in the Strike Hawks Channel, knowing that they had their mission near them.

With shaky hands, you tapped his arm, gaining his attention. He returned his focus on you, leaning closely to trap the heat from your feverish self. You murmured something and he drew closer, leaning on the metal railing of the bed.

"Are they still here?" You said, your breath coming out as soft puffs in the night air.

"No, we're safe. I already sent a signal to Strike Hawks. You need Wanshi to look on your wounds."

Chuckling, you pointed at your bandaged arms, "I think you already did a great job."

"I'm no medic, (Name). It's better to be sure than sorry."

"Mmm," you hummed shifting on the bed, "it's cold."

"I know, but they'll be here soon. Hang on just a little bit more."

After all, what could a virus-filled construct like him do? He would only cause more harm. He could taint you black and kill you. He knew how painful it was to transition from human to infected. And he refused for you to experience what he experienced.

You, on the other hand, had other thoughts. He had that same expression again, an expression that told the world that he was ugly and a monster. Belittling himself again. But he was mistaken. He was not. You saw him for him and wanted to tell him how he meant so much for you.

Yet, how? You tried so many times and you failed to deliver your emotions clearly to him without breaking the two of you apart. You wanted to laugh at yourself. A commandant, failing to communicate effectively with your construct. Such thing would admonish you by the council.

You remembered Nikola saying these words to you, "humans and constructs cannot be together," or along those lines. It was not a rule even if you look for it in your military handbook. You saw numbers of human-construct couples in Babylonia, but their relationship started when both were still humans and still continued loving each other even if one of the pair become construct. Nikola's words were a warning, not for insubordination, but worry.

As you remember Nikola's words, you wanted nothing more to prove him wrong. Maybe you really were being insubordinate but this stemmed from your irritation towards your Commander. You wanted to feel Camu, had him envelope you in his built, and paint the moment deep in your memory.

Through your delirium and need for warmth, your voice drew out a thin but oh-so sweet whisper, "ignite me."

The metal railing dented with his strong, sudden grip over your head as you looked at him with half-lidded eyes. Was it from sleepiness, or the cold, or from the medicine, or from something that came deeper from within you? That, he was confused, conflicted, but it was tempting. You were tempting him to dive into that unknown abyss, not knowing what would come next. But it would not be completely unknown, because he knew what he was getting into.

As if teasing his self-control, you reached out and ghosted your fingers up his arm, over his shoulders, and down his torso. There, you slipped a finger under the straps over his chest. Your nail scratching the valley that had him breathe faster.

You pulled him in. It was a weak tug, your strength had not yet returned and still continued to wane because of fatigue and medicine, but he followed, allowing you and guided him over you.

He was hovering now, his shadow dark and engulfing your being under the dim light of the moon. His purple eyes gleamed with desire, tracing over your features in the new proximity. He already memorized your features and general physicality as it was required in recognizing the only human that he connected with. Now with your closeness, he could see the imperfections: the slightly large pores, blackheads on your nose, light freckles on your cheeks, dry and chapped lips, scars over here and there, and many more. But did he care? Yes, he did. The imperfections you have were parts of you and he felt a flutter within.

Camu's weight pressed you furthur on the bed, his chest and yours almost touching if not with your hand in between. His mismatched sclera made him more ethereal to you. The people back in Babylonia, humans and constructs, upon seeing him would pale in fear whenever he passes by them. It was an indication that he had the virus and that he was somewhat a Corrupted. He hated it, loathed the idea of being the same as those he hated, but he could not change that. He just accepted on what he became and ignored the stares if he can.

But not you. You were different, you faced him directly and was willing to annoy him into cooperation with the Babylonians' missions. You let him try to understand your true intentions, and he let you break down his walls. It was a change that felt foreign, but he welcomed it.

His left hand remained clutching the railing while the other flat over your sides, trailing up. His touch was cool but surely left fire on your skin just like you instructed, you wonder if you had not turned into ashes at dawn.

"Tell me," his voice rumbled at the back of his throat, sending vibrations down your already breathless state, "how should I 'ignite' you?"

You let out a mewl when a sharp finger traced the junction on your neck, "you already are." You panted.

A guttural sound filled the still night. The soft sound that escaped your lips brought him closer, a need to taste the sweetness and softness of you. He stopped only a millimeter away. He fought alongside you before as you tried investigating the source of the virus' fluctuation. Then he was protecting you from a 5-meter radius, and that distance decreased when both of you escaped death. Right now, away from battle and safe in your temporary shelter, he was millimeters away from losing his sanity.

"I'm a Corrupted, (Name). You're jumping into the abyss."

"What if I want to? Is there a rule that Constructs and humans can't be together?"

"I'm a Corrupted. I can and will hurt you."

"No, you won't. I know." It was a faith you had that made him weak, but also strong. Your free hand encircled his waist, pulling him completely on you and locking him in place with your feet around his calves.

"And if I did?" He whispered, the tip of his nose nudging yours gently. A silent plea of a broken man, well, Transcendant, that you would still hold him, that you would not pull away to the what-ifs he would bring you.

You were silent, sketching figures on his back. You saw his hesitance in his purple pools. He was always hesitant, although he would look assertive and daring, which he also was. Your interactions with him showed his hidden past and pain that he long burried. Throughout the moments you spent with him, he was slow in acceptance. That slowness was his hesitation, even with matters that he was aware that made him happy.

One time when both of you were walking down the park, you could see him eyeing the foodstalls lining the sides of the walkway. It would take seconds for him to leave his internal debate and pull you into buying his choices of food.

Another one would be his silence whether he would join the conversation over games of the Strike Hawks members. He was seated on the side, eating crackers and seemed to ignore them, but you sensed that he was intently listening to their excitement.

There were many more instances that had you witness his vulnerability, but currently, with you caged under him, he was extremely vulnerable. As you were breaking down the tall, massive walls surrounding him, he was on the other side placing explosives for this very night just for you to see.

You smiled, "I still have many vials in store with me." He groaned, starting to pull away but you pulled him back, closer, and tighter that had him burying you on the old, but soft mattress of the bed. "It was a joke, Camu."

Your laugh made him squint his eyes. You were very radiant, hair sprawled like a halo and warm like fire. Under him, taking in his weight and smiling up at him was an act he would not do to just anyone. You held him preciously, caressing him lovingly, sharing intimate gazes, he was on the edge before the plunge.

"Your answer. For real, this time."

Closing your eyes, you felt him on every part of you, the hardness and softness of his body, the rough and the smooth patterns of his suit, the still and the even breathing of the man atop of you, you relished in the moment of the cool air of the night. Before you would be consumed by the fire he would ignite.

"I am willing to be with you and jump into that abyss."

He dove, deep.

Claiming what he wants, breathing in the intoxicating scent of you, lips massaging yours in a sensual dance, and sometimes his teeth would graze your abused lip. He would take in your gasps and took the chance when your mouth parted, feeling you melt when tongues twined.

Addictive. Obsessed. Out of control. He pulled away and went downwards. Your sound, your skin, your taste. Sweet human, you were his virus, taking over and drowning him in delight.

His solace in this night. His home for life.

Your breath hitched upon the hot air he blew on your neck. You squirmed as goosebumps appeared on your bandaged arms. His nose tickling your neck and remained there. He laid unmoving and you kept count of the seconds that passed with him doing... nothing more.

"Camu?" You tilted your head, trying to peek at him. You managed and saw a haughty smirk he tried hiding against your neck. Confusion bubbled in you, and you shivered from his silent laugh. He raised his head, watching the wrinkles forming on your face.

"What is it, my dear Commandant?" He was gleeful while you were trying to understand the halt in your previous activity.

"I thought that... Wait," you were reaching into a conclusion. His smirk grew wider and your eyes got thinner.

"You said to 'ignite' you. I just did." It was only now you noticed the heat eminating from him. He had turned on his heating system to spare you from hypothermia. You have been had.

Heat from yourself rose from your neck up to your face. A scarlet tint that not went unnoticed by him. Were you the only one who felt the tension? You were sure you saw it in his eyes. Or was it because you were too tired and because of the medication? If those were the reason, you had an alibi to blame it on your delusion.

He was still staring even after your internal battle. The smirk he plastered on his lips softened into a smile. Flushing more, if that was possible, you turned your head away. Afraid of embarrassing yourself than you already are, you nudged him to let him roll off you. But he stayed in place.

"Ahem. Camu, can you please get off?"

"I don't wanna. S'comfy here." He nestled into your neck once more. This time, planting a kiss over your cartorid artery feeling your pulse.

He could have lost you. He lost many things even when he was human. Lied to and betrayed, no more again he would want to feel that pain. He suffered so much but still had a tiny bit of hope for the future. That was why Kamui was important to him; another part of him that taught him the colors of the forsaken world. He was his sun, showing him the spectrum of colors under his warm rays.

And you, you were just a human, a commandant following orders like a dog by the higher-ups in reclaiming the planet they used to live. You were tiny and insignificant to them, although you delivered many things for the same dream by walking on the dirt of Earth. A bug that could be easily crushed if they deemed you a hindrance to their plans, and yet you contributed something more. A firefly. You were his speck of light in the dark.

"Lover." You said and he froze, "you're my lover now, right?"

He said nothing but continued in his actions. No words were needed from him because you already knew from his phantom marks of the kisses over the pulsing skin in between your collarbone — Mine.

A tall construct with sunshire hair slid into the room, a greatsword of his own snuggled on his back, "hehe! Kamui's he--!" His eyes threatened to pop out off his sockets. On the bed, you were in a very intimate lock with his original personality. Clothes open and skin flushed, he slapped his hands on his eyes and tried cooling down his heating system. If Asimov would question the state he had been, he would promise to keep it with him to his death.

"MY EYES!!"

"Your eyes, what?" Came in another blond, but more collected and authorative than the first. Chrome raised a perfect brow on seeing his most troublesome member on the ground wriggling like a worm. He turned for the two other individuals in the room but stopped functioning to process the situation.

He spun around, eyes shut and a blush over his cheeks, "we received your distress signal and had to rush here... We will be on the other room if you need us..." Even with his eyes closed, he managed to hook Kamui's jacket with his scythe and dragged him out.

Wanshi's head popped inside the room and whistled at their frozen state, "in the last room at the very edge of the bottom floor, we'll be there. Although I don't think you would need us until morning. Careful not to push the Commandant too much, they're still injured," he continued Chrome's words and popped away again. His whistle faded in the hall as you pushed him off you but you were still weak.

"Camu!"

"Oh? I already hear action." Wanshi's muffled voice was followed by a heavy slap. You tried again but he would not budge, "Camu please. They already saw us!"

"Didn't you heard him? They won't bother us until morning," he yawned and flipped both of you, now he was at the bottom and you draped over him, careful not to press on your wounds.

You sighed, and placed your ear on his chest. It was silent, heartbeat was nonexistent, his synthetic muscles served as a pillow to dreamland and lulling you softly to sleep. If you strain your ears, you could hear Chrome's hushed scolding at the two. Giggling, you let exhaustion take over you as you lay comfortably and safe in his embrace.

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A/N: I could not stop screaming when writing this. I never expected that I would write it so.... Suggestively🫣 It was meant to be angst to fluff only, NOT the steamy— ANYWAY, I hope you enjoyed and see you next time❤️

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