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frostironfudge · 11 months

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Tenebrous - Loki (AU) - Epilogue

Pairings: Vampire! Professor Loki x Fem!Reader, Bucky x Loki x Reader

Characters: Loki, Reader, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange, Baron Zemo, Other OCs

Warnings: witch-vampire bonds, coven dynamics, blood drinking, emotional, swearing, mild sm/ut

Word Count: 1.5k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Epilogue

One and a Half Year Later.

Nia squeals in anticipation. Loki and Bucky stand from their seats the loudest hoots and cheers from their seats.

Stephen Strange is all smiles as he reads out Y/N’s name. Emery holds up her degree beaming brightly at their friend.

Y/N walks across the stage, heart full of happiness and love, finally completing her degree. The thick folder graces her hands. Happy tears as her fingers trace the university’s embossed logo.

She meets them all outside, her parents travelling for the ceremony. They are all smiles and full of brimming pride. Some relationships still stung but she no longer focused upon the hurt. Instead she chose to move ahead, onto the brighter people who flooded love and light into her life.

The bonds tug at her, she turns away from her parents. Loki and Bucky dressed in suits walking towards her holding a bouquet of flowers each. Nia takes the degree from her hands, recording the video as her best friend runs towards her mates.

Loki and Bucky hold onto her as she hugs the both of them, “I did it!” She cheers, laughing.

“You did it, love.” Loki kisses her cheek.

“We’re so proud of you.” Bucky kisses her other cheek.

They embrace for a while longer before they part but not too far, always close enough.

“Flowers for our little graduate.” They beam at her, basking in the happiness that resonates through their own chests.

“Thank you.” She kisses their cheeks.

Bucky frowns, “What no real kisses?” He pouts, making her roll her eyes.

“Such demanding professors.” She shakes her head but stands on her tiptoes to kiss Bucky and then Loki.

Bucky cups her cheek, his rings cool against her jaw, “Wasn’t that hard was it, Poetess?”

“You’re an insatiable vampire, Warlock.” Loki murmurs, making the two laugh.

“I hope you all will attend dinner.” Emery reminds as they make their way through the crowd. Their coven members nod. It was a small coven but was their family.

“On our way there.” Loki assures, heading to where Y/N’s parents stood with Bucky to guide them to the dinner venue.

Nia waits back with Y/N.

“I’m happy you made it back for graduation.” Y/N loops her arm through Nia’s. The vampire smiles at her best friend.

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

“How are you doing?”

“Today is about you.” Nia reminds.

“Yes, then I demand to know about my best friend.” Y/N argues.

Nia shakes her head, “Ditched the alcohol, had meaningless hookups, trekked up the highest mountains, deep dived the deepest oceans, travelled alone and with acquaintances. However, my cloud bed is the most comfortable.”

“You miss sleeping the most don’t you?” Y/N chuckles, Nia groans longingly.

“So much but now I’m back permanently. How are you coping with the longer stay in Romania?” Nia changes the subject.

“I’m excited, we went there during Christmas, Bucky is eager to begin restoration on the house.” Y/N smiles, “I’m happy, he can help the place heal.”

“So he’s a high priest now?”

“Well technically, Moonmy–,”

“The moon who is also your mom.” Nia adds with a laugh.

“Yes so when the transfer occurred, Moonmy intervened right? We presume Bucky is now part Celestial since he did retain his magick as a vampire. He has a recruit too, the star tattoo apparently is a guide to this new coven. The recruit also lost his coven to Alexander. Bucky thinks he’s probably going to get more members who are from lost covens.” Y/N explains, Nia nods.

The entire discovery of Bucky being a High Priest worried them, but with the retention of his powers and his own drive to want to make things easier for other witches and warlocks cemented the fact that he is fit for the role.

The intention to honour his own lost coven, by rebuilding the ruined home in Romania was one of the first few steps in the process of setting forth the path of the type of High Priest he wanted to be for the coven.

Bucky gazes across the great hall, easily finding his mate in conversation with Nia. Loki hands him a paper cup with the switched out drink.

“Professor.” Loki teases, Bucky shakes his head and takes a sip.

“Is this ever going to get old?” Bucky muses, making Loki chuckle.

“You’re the youngest person to be recruited in the History Department’s history. It will always amuse me.”

“Though I do have a smidge of regret not being able to hold the position for longer, given our upcoming move.” He sighs, looking down at the drink and then across the hall.

Loki observes Bucky looking at Y/N.

“She is happy about the decision, excited even.” Loki assures his mate.

“I know I can feel it, sometimes I worry however if it will serve as a reminder of what she could not have despite being a witch.” The warlock-vampire traces the rim of the glass.

“James, if by some miracle she could have a kind High Priest as you she would have loved her powers and felt more connected to her heritage. I know you would have made her feel accepted and safe.” Loki’s lips brush over his temple.

Bucky nods, “I would have made her feel as safe and accepted and loved as she needs.”

The two watch as Y/N makes her way over to them, her plate stacked with the small sandwiches she enjoyed and chatting animatedly with Nia about their post graduation trip to explore Europe before heading to Romania.

“Maybe I’ll come with you guys to Romania, to help out.” Nia suggests at the end of the night as they are walking into the house.

Loki and Bucky walk behind them conversing about the furniture shipments and when they will be arriving at the Romanian Coven House.

“You could, yes.” Y/N smiles, “It will be fun!”

The door opens before they ring it and Nia pauses midstep, a soft tickle on her forearm moves upwards as though a spider climbing up her skin. A soft wisp of a web string.

Nia looks up from her forearms to the man standing at the door.

His brown eyes accentuated by his glasses, hair floppily messed up. He smiles at her and then his lips part when their gazes lock.

“H-how?” Nia questions, Y/N only smiles recognising the emotions playing across both their features.

“A gift from Moonmy.” Bucky explains as they head inside.

“Peter, this is Nia, Nia this is Peter. He’s from New York City.” Y/N introduces.

“Your favourite city.” Peter vocalises her thoughts.

“Yes…” Nia looks at Loki.

“You deserve to be happy Nia.” Bucky says holding his hand out to Y/N, “The patio is very cosy this time of night.”

Y/N takes her mate’s hand and enters the home, the three of them allow the young warlock and vampire to have moments alone.

Peter blushes, scratching the back of his neck, his rings gleam in the soft light.

“Do all warlocks wear rings?” Nia walks closer.

“It is part of our aesthetic.” Peter chuckles.

“Cute.”

“You’re cute.”

Peter raises a brow, “Cute? I can change that.”

“Change what?”

“Your thoughts that they're cute.”

“How so?” Nia raises a brow.

Peter smirks, “The way you want to change my thinking that you are cute.”

Nia rolls her eyes, but leads him towards the patio.

Three and A Half Years Later

Y/N opens her eyes, her mates are near. She can tell from their amplified scents alone. Sitting up, her gaze falls to her hands. There is a small crescent on her right wrist. Her eyes move to Bucky; he stands at the door with Loki.

He holds up his wrist, his mark now missing but placed onto her.

“Baby vampire and baby witch.” Loki explains, handing her the bottle of blood. She drinks it eagerly, the snow outside picks up. Then more till her hunger satiates, the bonds thrum stronger.

The house withstands the storm better after the renovation. Bucky admires the mark on her wrist, he would give her initiation she deserves, the patience, the care. He would do everything for her and they have all the time to hone her skills.

Her eyes move to the ottoman, the small pillow on it, her gaze narrows. Urging for it to levitate, it does.

“I get a do over?” Her focus breaks and her mates move to her, smiling as they cup her cheek and run their fingers through her hair.

“You’re going to get the initiation you deserve, Poetess.” Bucky assures.

“Also having vampire sex with a High Priest is very scandalous.” Loki playfully adds, Y/N giggles as Bucky rolls his eyes.

“You enjoy every moment.”

“True, I do.”

“So what would you like to do first, Witchling?” Loki gestures to the door.

“The two of you?” Her eyes grow dark and the red rims surround her irises.

Her two mates follow suit, to the first night of forever.

A.N: thank you for sticking around💖

tagging: @stevesmewmew @pandaxnienke

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let-me-take-your-soul · 2 years

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HAIII I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH??? JUST FOUND IT THO HAHA

anywaysssss can you write me one that's like Kid and Asura bonding?? Basically, instead of killing Asura Maka manged to bring Asura ut of his madness like she did with Crona, ya know? So I just kinda want one from Asura's POV, maybe going into a little detail about how he's a little insecure about how he thinks Kid might be ashamed to have him as a brother? So he decides to try and fix that by taking Kid out to a merketplace run with their father for FAMILY BONDINNNGGG!!!

BUt it kinda goes wrong when some kids start picking on Kid and forcing him into one of his OCD episodes by laughing at his hair and whatnot, and Asura losesd his temper about it, and then gets really guilty after their father manages to calm him down from it. Cut to later and Kid finds him sulking in his room and decides to comfort him and they bond and shit <3

You can fill in whatever plot holes you'd like lol

This was a really cute request!!! Thank you!

Asura Lives AU

Bonding between Kid and Asura

CW for physical violence and mentions of panic attacks

The world was terrifying. No matter how hard he tried and where he looked, Asura couldn’t escape that clenching feeling in his chest. The chronic nausea of nerves made him want to hide, but here he was wandering Death City, clinging to his father like a small child. He didn’t think this would be possible, but that girl got him to see the world a little more clearly somehow.

He still had so much fear inside of him, but his father had promised not to abandon him and his needs again. Even though he had felt betrayed by Lord Death in the past, something about him had changed drastically over the years and Asura could tell that he wasn’t lying to him. If he was sure of one thing, it was that.

Asura took a glance at the reason he felt his father had become more attentive. His brother, Kid, was striding calmly next to the two of them. Asura was certain that Kid was their father’s pride and joy. In some ways, it hurt to see someone be so much more successful than him, and he didn’t understand how Kid could be so amazing in the world’s eyes. Still, maybe it was because they were brothers, but Asura couldn’t find himself hating Kid at all. He desperately wanted to get closer to his brother in fact, but- he had no idea how to go about doing that.

After the war against madness was said and done, when Maka (Asura was certain that was the girl’s name) pulled him out of his own deep-seated madness, Kid had forgiven Asura. That scared him more than anything, to have his brother forgive him for such awful transgressions so easily. He didn’t understand how anyone could just… get over that!

“Do you have something you wanted to say to me, Asura?”

Asura jumped, tightening his scarves around himself more when he realized he had been staring at Kid the entire time he was lost in thought.

“No. Nothing” Asura replied plainly.

Kid gave a small nod and the three of them continued down the street.

“Woah! Look at that kid with the weird hair! Who styles their hair like that? It’s so uneven. Three stripes, but just on the one side? Someone is just looking for attention”

A loud nasally voice catches the attention of the three shinigami walking down the street. It was easy to pick out a snobbish looking kid sitting at a local cafe's patio seating. He was sitting with a couple other kids who were snickering and looking directly at them.

“Isn’t he that guy who’s like, super obsessed with symmetry or something? Jeez… he’s not very symmetrical if you ask me.”

The three shinigami stopped. Asura looked over at Kid, the one this group was obviously talking about.

Kid was standing silently, but his face wasn’t devoid of emotion. He was biting his bottom lip so hard, it looked like he could break skin at any moment. His fingers were twitching with intention, as if he was trying to ground himself from a panic attack. Asura knew Kid’s hair was a point of contention for him and being a horrifically anxious being himself, Asura could tell that Kid was trying to stop a full meltdown from happening in front of this group of shitty children. Asura felt something in his stomach snap.

“Oh my! Where are your parents at-” Lord Death had started to confront the kids, but didn’t get too far before Asura was holding the ringleader of the group by the neck. It wasn’t hard enough to suffocate him, but it was more than enough to terrify.

“What gives you the right to comment on someone else's appearance, huh? Do you think you’re just so much better? I shouldn’t hesitate to teach you some damn manners since your parents clearly failed you!” Asura spat.

The other kids were shaking in fear next to him, slowly backing up to avoid Asura’s wrath.

“I think it’s time for us to go home” Lord Death’s usually cheery voice was even as he put a hand on Asura’s back.

Embarrassed at his sudden outburst, Asura let go of the kid who scrambled away from him along with his friends.

Asura caught a glimpse of Kid, his expression unreadable. It made the guilt brewing inside him almost unbearable and Asura’s gaze remained locked to the ground the entire way home. He wished he would’ve worn more layers to hide his shame.

Asura refused to leave his room for the rest of the day. In general, he didn’t want to ever leave again, but he knew it was only a matter of time before someone dragged him back out again “for his own good” they would say. For now though, he could enjoy some respite inside his room. He had expected the rest of the night to himself, but he was interrupted by a sudden knock on his door. Asura didn’t get up to open the door, nor did he give a vocal response. Maybe if he stayed silent, the person at his door would go away. No such luck though, as Kid opened the door Asura realized he never locked.

“Can I come in?” Kid asks.

“You’re pretty much in anyway”

“You’re right. I also would have come in if you’d said no anyway. It’d be beneficial if we talked about today”

Asura huffs and avoids looking at Kid.

“You don’t need to lecture me. I know choking kids is wrong, no matter the context. I know I need to control my temper more” Asura says.

“Well, you aren’t wrong about that, but I actually wanted to thank you” Kid responds.

Asura’s gaze snaps up and he squints at Kid, wondering what he was talking about.

“Maybe it was an unconventional way to handle it, but I appreciate that you stood up for me. Your reaction shocked me out of what would have turned into a panic attack” Kid explains.

“I could tell you were uncomfortable, and those brats should have just kept their damn mouths shut!”

Kid laughs and sits down on Asura’s bed opposite him.

“I realized too, maybe I haven’t been acting too brotherly with you. So I want to actually talk to you and understand you more” Kid tells Asura.

Asura freezes, unsure of what to say. He opts for a few small nods.

It’s uncomfortably silent for a moment.

“So… hm… do you know how to skateboard?” Kid asks

“I’ve never tried it before. That seems like a lot and how badly could you get hurt if you fall?”

Kid huffs out a laugh and stands again, motioning for Asura to follow him.

“Come on, let me teach you what you’re missing out on”

#death the kid #kishin asura #asura #soul eater #soul eater imagine #soul eater imagines #soul eater fanfiction #request #clelery #angst #comfort

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thetumbies · 2 years

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the 2022 Annual Tumbies Nominations

Series of the Year

count me out by @scarthefangirl

New Hope Club by @fortuositywritings (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

I said No by @fortuositywritings (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

She Looks Like Fun by @therunawaykind

Soul by @cuinaminute229

I Hear A Symphony by @8bitscarlet

When The Deal Goes Down by @vancityfire13

Say My Name by @wellsayhelloaagin

It only takes the holidays by @abimess (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Destiny awaits/Agathas august by @nyx-aira (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

August by @rebeliz777 (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Go F*ck Your Selfie by @stealth-kittyy

Heart Of Stone | Ch. 2 by @thenatashamaximoff (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Scenes from An Italian Restaurant by @waspenned (Peter Parker x Reader)

Best AU

Can’t Take the Heat by @tastetherambeau (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Sorry for your lost by @randomshyperson

The Wrong Lifetime by @helloalycia

The CMR marvel crack fam by @scarthefangirl, @nyx-aira, @ynscrazylife, @sarahp-stan, @procrastinatingsapphictrash, @lilian-maximoff, @i-writes-things, @leximills2004, @xxlastoftheemosxx, @goddessofmischief and @dany-is-my-queen

Best Fluff One-Shot

Waltz with me by @ynscrazylife (Kate Bishop x Reader)

My Invisible Girlfriend by @lilian-maximoff (Yelena Belova x Reader)

love is in the air by @nyx-aira

Full House by @thenatashamaximoff for best fluff fic.

Natty? Where have you gone to? by @lilian-maximoff (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Trying To Remember How it Feels To Have a Heartbeat by @darling-im-moonstruck (Peter Parker x Reader)

only for you by @tshluvr (Druig x Reader)

and you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me by @tshluvr (Druig x Reader)

be my baby by @httparker

words beneath your skin by @missmonsters2 (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Best Angst One-Shot

drown it out by @waspenned (TASM!Peter Parker x Reader)

LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH by @tshluvr (Peter Parker x Reader)

an unforgettable christmas trip by @abimess

Powerful Mistakes by @natsfirecat (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Silver Bullet by @cuinaminute229

Blame it all on me (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

love of my life (Valkyrie x Reader) by @sl-ut

August by @rebeliz777

Best Enemies to Lovers

Dancing with our Hands Tied by @maybepointlessthoughts

Best Character x Character

Show Me My Silver Lining by @haeva Be for reason (be for love) by @haeva

Best Confession (Marvel)

Will you be my valentine? @zafirosreverie

Sweater Weather by @tshluvr

be my baby by @httparker

Best Quote

shoppinglist: cereal and a ban from the supermarket by @nyx-aira

"Attention, Wanda Maximoff! Please come to security, your girlfriend has been arrested!"

Here, Love Is Not Enough by @tshluvr

“Unrequited love doesn't die. it only get hidden away deep beneath your heart, wounded and then sometimes it turns bitter and mean and full of vengeance; or sometimes it turns so frail and afraid and feels as if it could never love again.”

Fa La La by @somewhatgreatexpectations

[The world slowed even further when Wanda turned and met your eyes from across the room, every twinkling holiday light that had been strung in the compound reflecting and bending around her. As if their sole purpose was to shine just for her, in envy of the way the light in her eyes stole their very purpose. You were almost positive that even the stars in the sky could not outshine her eyes.]

"See the sun, hide the moon" by @cuinaminute229

“Her question is a whisper that's carried by the breeze, but you catch the echo of it.”

"See the sun, hide the moon" by @cuinaminute229

“The sky is black, with freckles of light dancing across its canvas. It's beautiful and hopeful and you wish you could shine like the stars, without a care who sees.”

Best Ship

Druig x Makkari

Loki x Sylvie

Wanda x Agatha

Author of the Year

@rodrikstark

@waitimcomingtoo

@zafirosreverie

@8bitscarlet

@abimess

@lostandsearching

@missmonsters2

@randomshyperson

@rebeliz777

@somewhatgreatexpectations

@tastetherambeau

@therunawaykind

@vancityfire13

@helloalycia

@natsxaddiction

@abimess

@therunawaykind

@wandaromanova

@wandaschaosmagic

@falsescarletwitch

@wellsayhelloaagin

@cantcontroltheirfear

@maximotts

@thenatashamaximoff

@lilian-maximoff

@yourtaletotell

@losethetimewqr

@sassymajesty

@incorrectlycorrectfun

@stealth-kittyy

@temptationsbrew

@yellowvxbes

@marvels-writings

@goddessofmischief

@nyx-aira

@fortuositywritings

@kitmoas

@didujustcallmedumb

Congratulations to everyone nominated! Voting will open soon!

#the tumbies #the 2022 tumbies #tumbie nomination

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dyns33 · 2 years

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Grandpa Sidney

Even if I prefer the AU when we are Foggy’s sister, I had this other idea

Y/N was seven years old when she first met Grandpa Sidney.

The family didn't often talk about Grandpa Sidney. He was not really liked. After all, he had abandoned his wife and his baby daughter in the middle of the night, with no explanation, no news, nothing.

He had returned as mysteriously as he had disappeared, showing up one morning at the door of his former lover's house.

The screams had woken Y/N, who had come down the stairs to see what was happening.

Hidden in the kitchen, she had observed the man. He was tall, old, with square glasses and a white cane. Later, her mother would tell her that meant he was blind.

Yet when he turned his head towards her, Y/N was pretty sure that he could see her. Her grandma also noticed she was there, and she screamed even louder, pushing Grandpa Sidney out of the house, forbidding him from approaching Y/N.

Then she took her little girl's hand, asked her to sit down and ordered her to avoid this man. He was mean. Dangerous.

"If he tries to talk to you, you don't answer him. You run away. Always. Do you understand ?"

"Yes."

"Good. I'll make breakfast."

Y/N didn't think too much about all this during the day, but at night, when she was in her bed, a funny feeling came over her. Without knowing why she got up and went to look at her bedroom window.

Near the small forest that bordered the house was Grandpa Sidney. Standing, calm, he seemed to be meditating while holding his cane. Y/N couldn't help but stay here, watching him. She could feel that he was dangerous, like Grandma had said. B

ut she was curious.

He turned his head towards her, towards her window anyway, and Y/N ducked down so he couldn't see her. But he couldn't see anyway, since he was blind.

It was the holidays. That was why she was at her Grandmother's, to enjoy the summer in the countryside, while her parents were working. The village was not far, she just had to cross the forest to go there, which was not big, and even if she was young, Y/N went alone to buy bread or milk.

There had never been any problem.

From her first walk in the woods, she knew that he was following her. Hidden among the trees. So she walked faster than usual. This went on for several days, without him trying to approach her, so Y/N relaxed, acting like he wasn't there.

Her favourite game was to venture deep into the forest. She was not afraid, she never got lost. Without being able to explain how, she always knew how to get back. She recognized the places, but also the noises and smells. Her mother said she had very good instincts.

So even when a cloud passed over the forest, not allowing her to see very well, she was not worried.

"Another kid would be scared. But you're not scared, Kid. You know where you are."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat.

Grandpa Sidney was there, very close. She hadn't heard him approach. By reflex, she jumped away from him, which made him smile.

"You clearly see better than most people, right ? You can feel. You listen, you smell. You inherited that from me, just you were lucky with your eyes, Kid."

He then muttered that she was also fast, when she started to run home. After all, that was what her grandmother had told her to do, not listen to him and run away.

The next day she avoided the forest. Maybe she should have told her grandmother what had happened, but she felt it would be useless.

Grandpa Sidney was still there when she returned to the woods. He didn't seem offended. He continued to talk to her and laugh when she left.

Then, after complimenting her on all her abilities, he asked her if she wanted to learn how to fight.

Yes, said a small voice in her head, the one that found him fascinating.

No, said another voice, knowing not to trust him.

Y/N ran again. That didn't stop Grandpa Sidney from trying to teach her things. Sometimes she listened, she held back, she even tried a little when she was alone in her room. Often she continued to run.

It was while running to avoid him again that she fell, her head hitting a rock. There was a lot of blood. Doctors would later say she might have lost an eye.

Too disoriented, she didn't cry, not panicking, trying to get up to go home. She felt hands on her, lifting her up. Someone was calling her name.

Grandpa Sidney ? He never said her name before, always calling him 'Kid'. If it was him, it was the first time he called her Y/N. And the last.

When she woke up in the hospital, he was gone. She never really knew what happened, because no one ever wanted to talk about him again.

Y/N forgot.

Years later, after her studies, she went to live in New York, where she met Matthew Murdock.

She didn't think of Grandpa Sidney at all when she saw him. The only thing they had in common was being blind. Matt wasn't scary at all. He was the sweetest, kindest man she had ever met.

They were first friends, then more. Much more.

For her safety, not wanting to repeat the same mistakes as with Foggy and Karen, Matt immediately told her the truth about his senses, and his nocturnal activities. He was still stressed that she wouldn't understand, that she would judge him, that she would leave him.

Y/N understood. More than he expected. She even seemed to have special senses too. Not as strong as his, but still impressive.

Quickly, he mentioned Stick. His sensei, who had trained him, a little violently, before abandoning him.

This time, she thought a bit about Grandpa Sidney. A blind old man who wanted to teach children how to fight was not common. But maybe it was a coincidence. She said nothing. It didn't seem important.

As with her grandmother, she probably should have.

When she arrived in Nelson and Murdock's law firm one day, she immediately sensed that something was wrong. Karen was sitting at her desk, looking furious, her arms folded, not even turning to greet her, her gaze fixed on Matt's office.

Foggy wasn't shouting, but he was talking very loudly, waving his arms, telling someone to leave.

Matt was by the window, his hands on his hips, saying nothing.

"Tell your little dog to calm down, Matty."

"Fuck you ! I'll kick your ass and throw you outside if you don't leave."

"Oh I would love to see you try."

"Foggy, stop." Matt whispered with a voice full of despair.

"Yes, Foggy, stop. Be a good boy."

The voice was familiar. Y/N recognized him before seeing him. She understood better this strange feeling she had felt when entering the building, the same as when she was in the forest.

He hadn't changed much. He didn't seem to have noticed her, too busy insulting Foggy, then Matt, telling him he needed him to win the war.

He was really mean.

In her memories, he wasn't so mean to her. A bit strict. Mocking, to make her react. But never mean. He even sometimes complimented and congratulated her. It had made her a little proud. Y/N was ashamed of that.

Once he told her that she was very obedient, because she still refused to speak to him, as her grandmother had ordered her. Yes, she had been proud to hear that she was obedient. Congratulated for that. She wanted him to be happy with her.

At the same time, she knew she shouldn't. It was her grandmother she wanted to make happy. She guessed he was saying that to manipulate her. See if she would finally speak, because it made her angry.

She hadn't answered. He too had seemed proud and angry.

"Grandpa Sidney ?"

The argument ceased immediately, everyone finally noticing her presence. Slowly, Stick, for he had to be the infamous Stick, focused on her, tilting his head and sniffling.

"... Kid ?"

There was something about the way he called her Kid. He looked almost hurt. The others seemed to notice too, Matt was visibly surprised.

Stick sniffed her for a long time, than Matt, grimacing and growling, before leaving without saying anything, without touching her.

"You know each other ?" Foggy asked with a weird face.

"He's your grandfather ?" preferred to know Karen, worried.

Matt didn't ask any questions.

It was obvious that they were suspicious of her at the time, wondering if she had lied, if she had been sent to watch Matt, to charm him, and force him to fight for his old sensei. Y/N could understand, she didn't blame them.

Since he could tell if she was lying, she told them everything. It didn't take very long, there wasn't much to say. She had never seen Grandpa Sidney until she was seven, he had been there less than a month, and she had never seen him again, at least not until today.

She didn't know what war he was talking about. She didn't know he called himself Stick, or that he knew Matt.

When she talked about her injury, he became furious.

"It was an accident." she explained, trying to calm him down. "He wanted to show me a move, I didn't pay attention."

"He... It's not your fault ! You were a child, his own granddaughter, he should have left you alone !"

"It was an accident." she repeated. "He didn't do it on purpose."

"If he comes near you again, I'll kill him !"

The second time Stick came, she didn't see him. Maybe he had heard Matt's threat, standing near the office. However, she saw the consequences of his visit.

Matt and him had fought.

Again, Stick wanted him to join him in his big war. He had insulted him, he had threatened him, he had threatened his friends saying that they were making him weak.

"I know what I'm talking about. You shouldn't get attached to them. You want to save them, protect them ? Stay away from them. Like Y/N. You shouldn't be with her if you don't want her to be hurt."

"Don't talk about her !"

"Leave her, Matty. It's too dangerous for the kid. Leave her."

According to Matt, the conversation had been weird. As if Stick was ordering him not to approach her again. As if he was worried about her.

But that didn't seem possible, because the old blind man had no heart. He was a fanatic who trained and killed children. He didn't care about anyone.

It seemed obvious when he returned again, this time with Elektra.

He said it was because they would be stronger together, but Y/N guessed why he had brought his former student. She knew very well who Elektra was. Matt's first love.

Once again, Stick sought to manipulate them, hurt them, divide them.

But she wasn't stupid. Neither was Matt.

They remained very calm, even when Elektra was threatening and mocking Y/N.

Strangely, this didn't seem to please Stick. They left after realizing that Matt wouldn't follow them.

"They are walking away... He slams her against a wall." narrated Matt who was listening to them to make sure they weren't planning anything against them. "He... He tells her not to touch you. He sounds pissed, I... I've never heard him talk like that."

Matt looked really disturbed. He didn't say why. Y/N could guess.

After Elektra's death, Stick returned one last time to try to convince him to come and help him. He still wouldn't explain anything about the war, but between what he did to Matt when he was a kid, what he did to Y/N, and the last mission the Devil agreed to do with him, of course, that was out of the question.

The blind old man sighed, grimacing. Hard to say if he was going to want to jump on Matt to fight with him and drag him away, or if he was going to leave. Anyway, Matt was ready, his fists clenched.

"Why did you leave ?"

Her question startled the two men, who relaxed as they turned to her.

"When I was in the hospital." she continued. "Is it because I was weak ? You came to make me a soldier but I wasn't good enough, right ? Or did Grandma make you leave ? Or... something else ?"

Stick considered her for a long time, before tapping the ground with his cane, taking a deep breath.

"Yes, Kid, I came to recruit you. I had completed Ellie's training and wanted to know if you had potential, and oh, you did. So much. The flesh of my flesh, same abilities, but with good eyes. You would have been perfect. And yet... I couldn't do it. Not just because you were stubborn, I know I would have had you eventually. But when I smelt your blood, your fear... I panicked. I realized it wasn't a good idea. When I heard you were fine, I went to look for another soldier. I found Matty. He was perfect too. But something had changed. I couldn't be as tough as before. I wasn't detached enough."

Slowly, he took something out of his pocket, which he put on the table. It was a small bracelet. Y/N didn't understand what it was, but it made Matt react. He suddenly seemed lost.

"Like with you, I couldn't break that boy. I never recruited again after that. The Chaste dwindled, but we kept fighting with all our might. I could fight alone, I could destroy the Black Skies and the Hand. But I was still weak. Love is a weakness, Matty. Know that. If we lose the war, it will be your fault, and mine."

Maybe it was to get him to stop threatening Matt with his pessimistic talk, or because she was a little emotional realizing he had a soft spot for them, but Y/N hugged Stick, which silenced him.

He let her, but he didn't hug her back.

When she said goodbye to him, calling him Grandpa Sidney, he smiled a little, calling her Kid. He grabbed Matt by the shoulder and muttered something before leaving.

Matt didn't share what Stick told him. He groaned when Y/N tried to hug him.

It pained her. For a moment she thought he hated her now, because she was the granddaughter of the man who had tortured him when he was a child, because she had hugged him instead of hitting him like he deserved, because it was kind of her fault if he went to find Matt, because...

"Come on. We're going to take a shower."

"A shower ?"

"Yes." he growled, grimacing. "You smell like him."

Ah, he just didn't like the smell. She followed him into the bathroom with a big smile.

After that, she never saw Grandpa Sidney again. Matt told her that he died fighting, to protect the city. To protect them. They had win this stupid war at the end.

She did not cry, she was not really closed to Grandpa Sidney, and she didn't really like Stick.

Matt old her the old man had asked him to watch over her again before leaving.

Ask again ? Okay. Y/N thought she could manage on her own, and that it was Matt who needed someone to take care of him.

But she didn't say it, kissing him, promising herself to always be there for him.

#daredevil #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fanfic #stick

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survivingnightbyday · 2 years

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BOYS GIRLS AND GENTS IM BACK ON THE UNDERTALE DANNY PHANTOM BULLSHIT AGAIN. I HAVE... HEADCANONS ON THE UNDERTALE PART.

im. im absolutely hyperfixating on undertale again someone send help

ON THE UPSIDE! RETURN OF THE LONG LOST AU, AND HAIL THE POST PACIFIST WORLDBUILDING (and ghostzone worldbuilding- while i may be obsessed with UT, my DP hyperfix is a slowburn on the backburner of my awesome stone and im just waiting for the right time for it. I AM ALWAYS READY TO WORLDBUILD.)

(especially if it ties the worlds together a bit more...)

For every ask or note this gets. I'll either write snippets for the au, OR more and more details and headcanons and snippets anyways because im in too deep to stop at simple headcanons

#undertale #danny phantom #dp #danny phantom au #dp ut crossover

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kryptsune · 3 years

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World Building Wednesday!~ Etherium

🌼 I decided to share one of my AU worlds that is not Fell based. Yes... I know... what is the world coming to? Etherium in essence is my stab at an Outertale based universe though the story and the designs are very different. I really enjoy this one though I don’t talk about it too much. Let’s get started!

Etherium AU

Classification: Outertale Alternate “Nicknames” Info:

Sans: Nova- Nova is the trickster though he is mostly associated with that of Loki. Loki is described specifically as “Playful, malicious ( ok maybe not that one), helpful, and nihilistic.” He helps others in a kind of goofy over the top way. He just doesn’t take much seriously. Nova is one of the youngest. He acts very childish at times coming to question how long he has been among the pantheon. Some argue his many centuries gave him a nihilistic outlook on life or that he is too young to understand the true ways of the world.

Not to say that Nova can’t be serious but he is pretty laid back. It’s one of the reasons unlike the others he doesn’t really keep his cultural ties in his design. He should have more Norse in it but nah… varsity jackets are cozy right? I mean he is wearing star shorts for stars sake. When asked about his job he mentions, “Hey, there kiddo. Nice of ya to drop by. Been up to? Heh well got a “new” job which is pretty cool. Not as cool as Pollux but I help arrange stars. Ya know, like the ones you see in the sky you can make pictures out of? I think you humans call em… constellations. One time I made this giant whoopee cushion one. “Then I lost ma job. Got a second chance though. Andromeda's constantly watchin me. hehe no harm done though.” Both Pollux and Nova refer to each other as brothers but it is unclear if they are biologically related. Their abilities and strengths are nearly opposite and their mythos even more so.

Papyrus: Pollux- The presumed older brother of Nova. Pollux is associated with Egyptology specifically wisdom. Pollux tends to be the opposite of Nova in that he takes his job very seriously. Once on earth he was known as Thoth gracing humanity with a mechanical and architectural knowledge that astounded the world. His mind and intellect put him at the forefront of innovation making him one of Capricorn's best and most trusted advisors.

He enjoys testing the mental prowess of others using puzzles and riddles of his own design. Unlike canon Pap Pollux cares more about balance in life. Something his younger brother seems to lack. Not all work and not all play. He is kind, helpful, and willing to give advice to anyone that is looking for it. To the little human Frisk he is a good mentor and teacher. (Pollux has made it his pastime to create a series of challenges to prove a humans worth. If they pass then they are able to speak/ see them. No one has managed to prove themselves.)

(more characters and info below the cut)

Undyne: Andromeda- Andromeda is not different from canon Undyne as she embodies the Mayan mythology. She is mostly closely associated with the feathered serpent Quetzalcóatl. A deity of wind and rain. Also known as the life giver. Though Andromeda tends to harken back to her more aggressive roots she has a deep respect for the King and acts as his guard. Just like Pollux she too acts as an advisor, though more on matters of security than strategy or mechanics. Such a position is where she first met Elara and to this day the two are inseparable sharing their very different cultures. Her favorite kind of anime to watch are mech based.

Alphys: Elara- Very similar to canon Alphys just as this version of Undyne is. Alphys is based off of Sukuna-Biko-Na (��名毘古那) or the shinto god of medicine and rain. Elara is still very much a scientist and one that has a unique fascination with living things. Everything from the planets, to humans, animals, and plant life. She particularly enjoys spending time in her private greenhouse creating and taking care of all of the plant life. Before the monsters were forced to leave their place among the humans she was able to collect all the DNA of the plants and animals on the planet.

They are stored in a kind of ark in which to preserve them if anything threatens their existence. Elara is very traditional in her work as her medicines are derived from her magic as well as herbal substances. She is very curious however as she is not allowed to interact with the progress of humanity but rather watches from afar. This is where her love of anime takes hold. Her favorites are ones like Sailor Moon or any type of magical girl anime. She will sit with Andromeda and watch them for hours. Her demeanor is very shy at first but once she opens up she will be a friend for life.

Asgore: Capricorn- The head of the cosmic pantheon he is the King as he is in the original. He is associated with Celtic mythos though he has taken on many pantheon roles in his lifetime. Ambisagrus, a god of thunder and lightning, Ancestor God, Sky God, God of Wind, Rain & Hail is what he is based off of. One such role is that of Zeus who’s main symbol is that of lightning and thunder. Just like the Zeus of mythology Capricorn is constantly debating his involvement with humanity.

Whether that be to stop their technological advances or aiding in their lives. A large portion of his time was spent with his subjects not so much his wife Aurora who is the jealous type. Capricorn is not a ruthless leader but he does know that sometimes hard decisions must be made. Just like UT Asgore he is kind and benevolent, however, he has a temper if you make him angry enough. His magical abilities lean more toward lighting then fire but he has that ability as well. He tasked Elara to watch over human development should a problem arise.

Toriel: Aurora- The Queen to Capricorn she is known to be easily jealous. It would explain why Zeus wife Hera also shares these traits. Her Gaelic deity tie is that of Arianrhod a goddess of the moon and stars. She creates life from the stars she creates sometimes causing them to take a form of their own. They are almost like living constellations. Some say that the Queen made such life to combat her own loneliness which her Son and Husband spent time away. In addition to the stars she is also known for being a loving mother and caregiver. In her time on earth she used to watch over and protect children and their families. Aurora though previously jealous of her simple in the universe has come to accept and embrace it. She is kind but rather over protective. Anyone that forsakes life will feel her wrath.

Muffet: Umbra- Umbra is associated with Hindu mythology as a goddess of wealth and prosperity. Though earthly riches do not concern Umbra she still has a taste for the fine silks and gold that she once had on earth. A little about the goddess that she represents: Lakshmi's name comes from the Sanskrit word laksya, meaning an aim or goal. She is the goddess of wealth and prosperity, both material and spiritual. Unlike UT Muffet, Umbra also focuses on a spiritual wealth. A peace of mind.

She is ever the optimist even when things do not turn out to go her way. In times of need she is called those in the struggles of self worth trying to bring them into a different understanding. There have been many a time when Umbra calms Capricorns quick and rash judgements, much to Auroras displeasure. Just as with the rest of the pantheon she is kind and helpful even with her yearning to return to the people she so loved before they were forced to the outskirts of the galaxy.

Grillby: Helio- Helio derived from sun is my OT Grillby. He out of all the characters could care less about either being a deity or an observer. He is known to be at a middle ground. He would rather live his days running a social establishment but during his time on earth he was known for his magic. Originally he was the right hand of Capricorn being depicted as a war deity for his fiery nature. He was the general of grand armies. His armor is something he hung up long ago but if called into court he will wear it once again. It’s design is very reminiscent of Roman centurions.

Though depictions of him are curious since his name back then was referred to as Merlin. He was best known for him magic and alchemy and the concoctions he made during a period of time far lacking in imagination. Just like Nova, Helio, tended to interfere far too often in the affairs of man though noble in purpose. He tends to be outcast among the pantheon for his past conduct but he is content in his lab mixing crazy concoctions. Everything from love potions to disguises. His forte is all about alchemy and magic.

Asriel: Azicree (Azi)- Azicree or Azi for short is the Crown Prince. By monster standards Azi is still very young, however, he has lived for far longer than any human can fathom. His mother used to shelter him until he begged for his father to let him prove himself. He still acts like a child always curious and desiring some form of exploration. Much to Capricorns dismay Azi enjoys spending time with Nova and the two become pranksters in general. He tends to not do as he is told, which is why they are in this mess in the first place. His reckless behavior had him appearing to a human that begged for his salvation.

The matters of life and death are ones that are not to be messed with. Those that do find their souls being tainted for all eternity turning them into something other than just a monster. 9X is an example of such tampering. Azi does learn his lesson and begins to try and shape up to be a worthy successor to his father if such a thing ever did come to pass. He studies off of all those he knows especially Pollux who is more than happy to share such knowledge. His associations are non existent since he was born after the times of gods. His abilities seem to be mimic based.

He is able to learn about abilities and use them at will. It is rare that monsters have children and as such Azi is the little prodigy child even though there are many times he just wants to be a kid. He makes friends with Frisk very quickly and learn a lot from the human visitor.

Gaster: Nero is the Gaster of this universe. He is Capricorns pantheon counterpart. In essence the Hades to his Zeus. He is the monster that everyone thinks about when darkness takes hold. He is the one that associates with apocalyptic events such as ragnarok. He is however not evil by any stretch of the imagination. He would be better suited to be called a god of chaos. He tends to reject the laws placed upon the rest of the pantheon regardless of repercussions.

It’s speculated that both Pollux and Nova were a part of him and crafted into the monsters that are known today. Nova being his more devious side which Pollux is more his intellect and drive. He has been locked away for a very long time in a prison aptly named Tarturus. His abilities are space and time oriented very similar to Nova which makes him difficult to imprison. He of course has been in his cell for quite some time and it is unclear if he actually has had a change of heart or using it as a manipulation tactic.

The only one he speaks with on occasion is Azi wanting to learn more about this planet they all used to call home. It is information that the others tend to not speak of. His father more so as he is afraid it will instill a yearning in his son. Nero’s genius is on par with his godly abilities such as creating artificial intelligence. Something that is not considered life. He uses Azi as a template for this new program...

FLOWEY:

F- Friendly

L- Life-like

O- Operating system

W- With

E- Earthbound

Y- Yearning

F.L.O.W.E.Y was created by 9x and Nova with Azi as a template. He is a charismatic AI who was originally created as a helper as well as to teach the Prince about their planet of origin. Unfortunately Flowey does not have the same reservations about disobeying his father as Azi does. Even going so far as to integrate with key and vital systems in The Capital. He even manages to intercept a human vessel that he finds exploring. Flowey is not evil he just is driven to be the best help he can without regards to any type of consequences. He helps Frisk meet and learn more about their existence. He acts as a companion.

However when Frisk becomes friends with Azi Flowey's AI goes haywire. He begins to feel emotions he is not technically allowed to such as jealousy. This causes him to try and eliminate those threatening him which in this case would be all the monsters. Eventually Azi attempts to program himself into the interface changing it’s initial programming.

Blookie: Nebula

Riverperson: Omni

Gerson: Quasar

The Ursas: Ursa Major/Minor

Greater Dog/ Lesser Dog: Canis Major/Minor

MTT: Gigabit

Character Origin/Mythos:

Sans- Norse (Trickster) Papyrus- Egyptian Undyne- Mayan Alphys- Japanese (shinto) Asgore- Celtic Toriel- Celtic Muffet- Hindu Grillby- Medieval (Merlin) Asriel- Celtic through lineage Gaster- Greek/Roman Blookie- Western Guard dogs- Constellations (Native American) Riverperson- Greek (Charon) Gerson- Chinese (Divination/ wisdom)

Background and Context:

A long time ago there lived beings of great power. They could bend space and time with a simple thought and bring life to their creations. These were the gods. Ones of great benevolence but also great and terrifying power. Humanity, a primitive race just starting to understand life itself, became their focus. At first their interaction was very rare only occasionally appearing to help but as time went on those interactions became more drastic. Their assistance and knowledge was seen as godlike to this humans.

They would bring gifts and offerings to their new deities in hopes that they would look favorably upon them. That they would impart their wisdom and magic if they were pleased. In time this became more and more tradition. A religion built upon pleasing these deities so that their lives would be far improved but this became a conundrum for the beings. Some remained benevolent and helpful while others becomes greedy and wrathful. The power began to go to their minds corrupting their souls. These instances were written down in variation by the humans making up grandiose stories of fiery chariots and jealous gods. Thus mythology came into being for humanity. A way to explain the things in which they did not understand.

As with each religion and deity the monsters each became associated with a specific culture or mythos. Some being pinnacles of their pantheon and others being lesser deities molded to suit a specific task. These monsters rarely interacted with ones of their own kind but as power shifted some of them took on roles of others. One monster could have been the god of war in Greek mythos but end up also as the god of thunder in Norse. There were no limitations to their influence. One such “deity” was that of the trickster. A monster that tended to be rather childish in his ambitions jumping from pantheon to pantheon looking to lighten up his other “deities” stern demeanors.

The monsters began to pull away leaving their presences in name only and occasional help but this was short lived. It caused problems, war, destruction, and feuding powers sadly began to use their civilizations as almost pawns. Their meddling almost destroyed that which they wanted to originally protect. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. The “gods” faded from existence only being remembered in myths and legends. The great prophecy of the Norse. The architectural marvels of the Egyptians. Now they reside in the furthest reaches of the galaxy. They spread out among the stars but a group of them resided in a Capital of sorts. A station at the edge of the Universe. One which no human could ever reach.

The Humans Impressions:

When the monsters left the humans to their own devices they worship continued long after. Eventually the magic and the miracles that had once been performed faded into history. The monsters were all but forgotten unless mentioned in mythology or scary stories. The humans never harbored any animosity toward them since they no longer believed in their existence in any form. They only understand what their ancestors depicted them as. The monsters as well don’t really have anything against humans either. All in all, they just go about their jobs and enjoy the universe, helping from time to time discreetly if need be but never showing their faces.

Main Plot Synop:

The plot to Outertale is very simple as it is more based around the world than it is the actual plot. It is very similar to that of the regular UT timeline with some notable differences. Once the humans reach an age of technological advancement they begin to spread out and search the stars. Some of them encounter monsters which they mistake for aliens (hilarious enough. I mean Jerry looks like an alien.) They begin to build colonies living more and more outside the reach of their own galaxy. Humans however tend to turn on their own creating factions within the space colonies. Some more prosperous than others.

Frisk’s colony was one such beast being cut off from the other colonies as a drifter. Unfortunately Frisk’s family was nearly non existent and being stuck on a space colony was little to be desired. After seeing a streak of fire slamming into the outskirts of the colony. Frisk decides to investigate. They have always been the curious type disobeying orders and questioning everything. The colonies outer and more dangerous regions became their playground finding old pieces of technology. Eventually they stumble upon a crashed ship. One that It seems to damaged to be used but it’s nothing like they have ever seen before. Everyone else on the colony consider it to be cursed.

The strange runic language is confusing but Frisk finds that there is one lone computer onboard that seems to still function. It flickers with a bright yellow light showing an almost pixelated Flower with a =) face on the screen. Over the next few days Frisk returns to decipher the runes with the help of their new friend which they find out is called Flowey. It is a project that the curious human enjoys and for once it is nice to have a friend. Eventually the runes are deciphered claiming some sort teleportation capability. Once Frisk is close enough the system fires up on its own sending the human straight to the monster Capital on the farthest reaches of the universe. A place that no human has ever been.

The rest of the story is an exploration of this new environment. Frisk befriends the monsters who don’t attack first. They actually mostly want to engage with the human showing off their ability a little bit. A part of them misses the previous worship. Nova seems to take a particular interest in this new human especially when they befriend Azi. They work to help shut Flowey down only for Azi to impart his knowledge on the interface helping it understand. Frisk has nothing to return to so they stay with the monster and become Azi’s human tutor so that one day maybe the monsters can return and live side by side the humans once again. Both Azi and Frisk are almost like siblings coined the star children.

#undertale #sans #outertale #Etherium AU #undertale au #kits multiverse #friskys multiverse #concepts #my au #pollux #nova #mythology #WBW #Worldbuilding Wednesday AU edition #fun fun

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deathonyourtongue · 3 years

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Sanguine Nocturnus | 4

Summary: Even after 2000 years, the world can still surprise you. Pairing: AU!Henry Cavill x OFC Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: It’s a vampire fic. Death. Blood. Gore. Sex. Horror. Not for the kiddies or the squeamish. I mean it. A/N : Sorry this took so long. Hope y’all enjoy it!!

The invitation came just as Lucrezia said it would, the handcrafted card a modern iteration of the same gaudy pomp and circumstance that Henry had come to expect over the years. For a moment, he considered not going, but given everything Lucy had made him privy to, he knew better than to play coy; it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility for the coven’s security task force to show up at his door like a far more sinister Secret Service.

Given the occasion, Henry knew better than to show up in his usual fare, and instead pulled a bespoke number out of the closet. The three-piece suit combined black satin and vermillion brocade, the pattern emblazoned on the waistcoat and the piping of the lapels. With a matching pocket square and two elegant brooches for his tie, he slipped on a pair of black Oxfords and made his way through the ancient streets that were so different, yet still held the same familiarity they had when he was human.

With the moon hanging over the temple of Venus as though the structure itself was holding up the orb, Rome looked primed for a ceremonial changing of the guard, and as he came upon the coven’s high wrought-iron gates, Henry could almost feel the change on the wind.

ID to enter the coven was simple enough; a smile would do the trick, so long as one’s canines were on full display. Like the rest of his ilk, Henry was able to retract his fangs when they weren’t needed, and when they were--whether it was to feed, or simply put the fear of the unknown into a human--his blue eyes would flash as though catching a stray bolt of lightning; it was a trick rarely seen, one only elder vampires seemed to have. Fledglings’ could only make their natural color more vibrant when necessary. While it was equally impressive to humans, it did little to frighten their own kind.

It had long been rumored that the Villa Nocturnus had been designed by Michelangelo, but having been around far longer than many of his cohorts who presently resided in the coven, Henry knew this to be a simple fallacy. The truth was that the Medicis had used the coven’s villa as inspiration for their own, and that their architect had asked for intercession from the renowned artist. It had been another scandalous choice by the powerful family, only because anyone who’d lived in Rome at that time knew the Villa Nocturnus as a place of darkness and ill-repute, a legacy which still lived on, especially among Rome’s older population.

Built primarily out of limestone and concrete, the villa had been redesigned and restored innumerous times throughout history, with facets of contemporary style added or removed as was fashionable. While the exterior underwent regular facelifts, it paled in comparison with how often the interior was reworked. Originally just a place to gather, feed, and sleep in relative privacy and safety, the elders had always sought to improve the villa both in functionality and aesthetic. As technology improved, so too did the comfort of the lowly Roman vampire, and now, with everyone carrying the world in their pocket, Henry could only imagine what changes were in store for him.

Though mostly unchanged from the last time he’d visited, Henry immediately noticed the addition of automation to the property. Doors now opened and closed with sensors, and in the parlor, roving donors had been replaced by a touch screen dispenser filled with every blood type, the machine able to fix a glass to whatever specifications the drinker might desire. The biggest change however, had been to the sleeping quarters. No longer relegated to coffins, those who chose to reside within the coven’s walls full time were able to enjoy the luxury of a regular bed, thanks to a specialized tint on every window and security shutters for extra protection. From what Henry had been told, the place turned into something of a Fort Knox while the coven slept, a peace of mind his kind had not known before.

Henry’s thoughts were pulled away from all the technological changes in the villa by the sound of chanting. Though vampires prided themselves on being far superior to humans, much like their living counterparts, they could never truly shake the traditions of old, and so the changing of the guard went on in the same fashion it had since the inauguration of the coven. The chants accompanied the procession of the departing Elder, the ominous notes setting the tone for the ceremony that would see one vampire set into the earth for at least a century, while another took his place, ruling over the coven with only the former elder’s powers and notes to guide him; it was no wonder they always demanded a tutor.

“Charissimi immortuos, nos congregentur hic hodie ut videre ad transitum de saeculum.”

The fact that the ceremony began similarly to a Catholic mass had never been lost on Henry; just one more remnant of the Vatican’s stranglehold on all. The thought crossed Henry’s mind, fleetingly, that perhaps having a young ruling elder might not be so bad after all; he would shortly possess the power to make changes as he saw fit, with very little input from the rest of the coven. In fact, the only person he truly had to listen to was Henry himself--if he wanted to learn the proper ways of existing.

“We now come to the Veneration. Cassius will open his vein for our new Elder, imparting all of his knowledge and wisdom, his strength and power, to our new ruler. Afterwards, you will all have a moment to bid our beloved Cassius a peaceful rest. The Veneration will now begin.”

Henry could see the starvation in Gregory’s eyes, knowing the fledgling had been fasting for two days prior to the ceremony; while it was par for the course, Henry couldn’t help but wonder if it was in coven’s best interests to starve so young a vampire prior to giving him some of the most powerful blood in the country.

He watched, unblinking, as the titanium blade was swept elegantly down Cassius’ forearm, the cut made just deep enough to allow a free flow of the elixir Gregory so desperately needed, and to prevent the younger vampire from doing any harm to their departing elder. Henry could tell when the first drop of blood touched the fledgling’s tongue, Gregory’s eyes widening as the world was revealed to him. The natural inclination was to close one’s eyes as the swoon came, the warmth and richness of the liquid relaxing the body and the mind without fail.

Almost too quickly however, Gregory’s eyes were open again, and Henry found himself staring at eyes that seemed electrically charged. He wasn’t sure what color the young vampire’s eyes were naturally, but the ice blue that flashed through them was unlike anything Henry had ever seen...In any fledgling...Ever. Blinking, his eyes flashed to the tall windows, looking for any sign of lightning that may have reflected off young Gregory’s pupils. Though he was met solely with a black sky and a smattering of stars, there was no way to be certain that it wasn’t just some trick of the light.

Henry shook off the uneasy feeling as he watched Gregory be pried off Cassius’ arm, the fledgling trembling with need and power. There was no doubt he would have to be fed often and that weaning him down to one meal every few days would have to wait. With age, the hunger, the crazed need for blood, dissipated and vampires as old as Henry and Cassius could comfortably go a few months without feeding, although neither him nor the former Elder were ever in much need to do so. Feeding was now a luxury to be enjoyed, like dining at a five-star restaurant every night simply because one could.

Grabbing a glass of O_--one of the easiest bloodlines to drink--Henry made quick work of finding Lucrezia and Vinicius, his eyes never leaving Gregory. Unlike Cassius, who was ushered into the vaults to begin the process of going to ground, Gregory remained out in public, still trembling as he inhaled glass after glass of A+ to try and take the edge off.

“Well, that was far less tumultuous than last time,” Vinicius commented as he sipped his own glass, eyebrows wiggling in good humor as everyone began to form a line to dispatch Cassius with words of praise; a line Henry and a few others had no intention of joining.

“Last time was a forced coup in case you forgot,” Henry deadpanned, watching as Gregory finally began to calm enough to set his glass down, the fledgling immediately fixing his long, strawberry blond hair, tying it back into a low knot before righting his clothes.

“Yes, well, poor Quintas was never the same after he bit that flu-ridden girl. You know they’re still testing his blood?” Vinicius replied, shaking his head as he remembered the last great pandemic, one which had thankfully left many of them untouched, albeit desperate for clean blood. While disease rarely affected vampires, drinking from those who had been poisoned, had raging infections, or were close to death could all have profound and lasting effects on the immortal body, no matter how powerful.

Henry’s eyes stayed on Gregory, watching as the fledgling made eye contact with Fares. Once a prisoner of war under the Parthian Empire, Fares had leapt at the chance for immortality as a means of freedom from bondage. No longer seen for his worth in labor, but rather his quiet, gentle nature (even when feeding), Fares had lived out his days in the coven’s safety, venturing out only when he had to, and only with those whom he trusted most. Having been only 22 when he was changed, time had not withered away his innocence, or the tender affection he felt for humanity and his fellow kind. It was glaringly obvious as he watched Fares smile shyly at Gregory, the fledgling immediately taken with the older vampire. It didn’t take long before the rest of the room seemed to disappear for the two of them, both men entranced by one another.

“Who do you think will make the first move?” Henry smirked, jerking his chin in the direction of Gregory and Fares, the two barely keeping an inch between them as they flirted and made small talk.

“Why don’t we go find out? I heard the baths were being reserved for our new Elder and a few chosen guests.” Lucrezia answered as she slipped her arms through Henry and Vinicius’, dragging both men behind her as she made a beeline for their new leader.

It didn’t take long for Lucrezia to work her charms on the new Elder, Gregory as taken with her as Henry had been the first time they’d met. The offer to share his reserved bath came quickly after, and before he knew it, Henry was following the small group down the hallways and into the depths of the villa, the floor sloping gently beneath his feet as they approached the massive pool of crystalline water.

Steam rose from the liquid, swirling and mixing with the clouds of incense and oil that burned throughout the room. True to the old Roman style, the baths were lit with hanging lanterns, the flame burning Jasmine-scented oil as it provided just enough light to guide their paths towards the entrance. Sixteen white stone pillars flanked the large pool, the lamps hanging from the very tops of the columns; Henry wondered for a moment how many servants of the house it took to clean the smoke stains from the ceiling. Guided towards the end of the room by two servants, three additional staff bowed lowly, all at the ready to help the group undress.

Henry was the first to wade in, the heat of the water doing wonders for the oft-ignored cold of his skin. Gregory and Fares followed, both still too entwined in each other’s attention to pay much mind to their guests. Their eyes only gazed outwards once Vinicius and Lucrezia had entered the water and Henry had cleared his throat quietly.

“So, prof. How long’ve you been around?” Gregory asked, tipping his chin up towards his new teacher in curiosity.

“Long enough to have served under Caesar,” Henry answered without hesitation, his gaze locking on Gregory’s to enforce the fact.

“Long enough to have served alongside him,” Vinicius confirmed, adding his age to the list.

“Long enough to be painted on papyrus,” Lucrezia winked, her own gaze moving to Fares with an encouraging grin.

“Long enough to have witnessed the Parthian empire first hand,” Fares admitted, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

Gregory took a moment, looking around at each face as though he were seeing them for the first time. His mouth opened and closed, one finger lifted into the air as though the question he had in mind had simply vanished.

“And what powers do you have?” He finally murmured, Henry able to tell by sight alone that whatever inquiry he’d meant to make had been put on the backburner for another night.

"You read too many pulp novels, but...I possess the usual gifts. Sight, smell, sound, telepathy, flight..." As though to prove his point, Henry floated high above the pool of water with effortless grace, his arms extended in a pose similar to that of Christ on the cross.

"Impressive." Gregory smiled, although as Henry read his thoughts he could tell the word held more than one meaning for the elder.

Sinking back into the water, it was Henry’s turn to smile as he picked up on Vinicius and Lucrezia’s thoughts, the pair beckoning him over with an offer that would be difficult to refuse under the best of circumstances. His eyes took on a more vibrant shade of blue as he waded over, keeping his pupil in his sights even as he did so.

“What can you teach me that I haven’t just got from Cassius?” Gregory asked, feeling the shift in the room and stretching out his lithe form in reaction to it.

“One can always learn new lessons,” Henry smirked, licking his lips before pressing them to Lucrezia’s neck, his fangs grazing over the tender skin just below where her jaw met her ear. Hands gliding over her body, Henry kept pace with Vinicius, watching out of the corner of his eye as Fares finally made his move, capturing Gregory’s lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

The servants, used to the debauchery of the coven, maintained discretion, providing the only accoutrement necessary for carnal pleasure. Henry continued to busy his mouth on Lucrezia’s body, blindly dipping four fingers into the bowl at the edge of the pool, the ancient and familiar scent of Rose Otto filling his nostrils briefly before his hand sank under the water.

It was Gregory who cried out first. Lucrezia’s sigh of ecstasy followed shortly after as Henry and Vinicius took her in unison, her nails cutting into Henry’s neck as she leaned back against the solid wall of his chest. Mouths melded together like honey left out in the sun, fingers traipsed and danced, and before long, soft moans turned into outright apostasy as all five undead creatures grew closer to release. Lucrezia, accustomed, but never ungrateful for such passions, forced herself down on the two swords she sheathed inside her, neck arching like a swan’s as she offered herself to her lovers. Gregory, making a discovery with every plunge of Fares’ body into his own, drew his elixir as much for comfort as for desire, having never experienced anything even remotely as intense as he felt with the man who held him close. The exchange of crimson never failed to be a catalyst for those who were on the edge, and as they drank from one of Rome’s famed beauties, Henry and Vinicius filled Lucrezia’s vessels in equal measure.

In the corners of the room, the servants readied the sherry glasses, warming them over an open flame before filling them with the coven’s finest and freshest.

#henry cavill #henry x ofc #deathonyourtongueoriginals #sanguine nocturnus

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neverniko101 · 4 months

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Aaaaaa this took so long

Looks good though :D

Third page might be a while since I have to draw refs for Dust, Killer, Horror, Cross, & Fell

Zoomed and sketch under the cut!

Masterpost - First

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cherry-blossomtea · 3 years

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Djfhfhs Thanks @kordeliiius for tagging me of course I’ll talk about my own stuff on AO3 I’m an attention whore. And I guess I’ll tag @queen0fm0nsterz to be annoying but the rest of y’all are on your own. I don’t do chain mail.

1. How many fics do you have on AO3

9 total, 5 on my public account and 4 on my alt account

2. What’s your current AO3 wordcount

79,046

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

5 for fics that are still up, soon to be 6 once I import my old How To Train Your Dragon fics from FFN (I’m lazy)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

[Redacted], So Know You’re Not Alone, [Redacted], Primum Non Nocere, and Deep Quiet

5. Do you respond to comments?

I respond to every single one because when authors reply to my comments I get excited so I want to share that

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending

Bold of you to assume that I ever finish anything, but of what I have planned to finish, For What We’ve Lost by a long shot

7. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope. Don’t like em don’t write em don’t read em.

Actually that’s not true on a technicality. FWWL can technically be called a crossover between Darkwood and Little Nightmares but it only gets half credit

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope. Made a lot of friends though!

9. Do you write smut?

I write…so much smut. I hardly ever post it, but when I do, it’s on my alt account so you’ll never see me link it here. (But for my current fav fandom, Little Nightmares, absolutely not. I actually haven’t written NSFW in a while because of that)

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nah. I’ve never written anything popular.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not one that was ever posted on AO3! I did a long RP fic for The Adventure Zone: Balance with a friend but that’s about it.

12. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I’ve talked about this a little while ago, but it’s Kitten and Don Giovanni from NyuBlackNeko’s UT Mob AU AU. I’ve written for it but it will stay buried in my Google Drive. No one wants to see that shit.

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Not on AO3, but How To Train Your Dragon was my first foray into Fanfiction.

14. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

For What We’ve Lost. It’s been nice letting myself indulge in writing an original character since I’m usually quite strict with myself about that.

#personal #friend tag #listen my secret AO3 is secret because #if I ever become a professional #I don’t need ppl pulling some SJM or Cassandra Clare shit #pulling out my old smut fics and deciding I’m a bad person

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awakened-harmony · 3 years

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Name: Vitality (Vita) ‘Aala’ Ekeri

Nicknames: Vee

Voice claim: WIP though it’s very rich and warm, Soothing

Birth sign: Pisces (Febuary 20th)

Species: Keloul

Gender: Female

Height: 5'2

Weight: 120 pounds

Age: 250-275ish years old give or take

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: High ranked healer within’ the royal guard

Canon universe: Underfell (But she can be found in UT/US/other AU’s if asked)

Battle theme: Phaedra

ATK: 100 DEF: 400 HP: 1000

* Smells like Cotton Candy

Current happenings: N/A TLDR: Vita was born on the surface to religious parents, Killed her first mate who she had been bethrothed to by accident, Eventually met drusil as he was one of the kings guards. Fell in love and spent a few happy years together before the monster v human war struck and drusil was killed a week before they were all sealed underground. Found out she was pregnant with their child and has raised him underground ever since. Hoping for the day they can all return to the surface.

History:

Vita or Vitality as is her full name though she rarely goes by it nor does she like when other people use it as to her it’s needlessly unique and she far prefers just vita, She was born and raised in a small religious oceanic village a few hours from Mount Ebott and grew up under the strict though at the time she thought fair ruling of her parents, Learning the ways of the average house wife so to speak. Cooking, Cleaning, Dress modestly, Avert her eyes when she caught someone’s attention. It led to her being very meek and shy for her early years though very nice to even if her parents often scolded her if they thought she was being a little ‘too’ nice for their liking though it was rare anyone saw that side of her parents, Peachy perfect in public. It was hard not to love them and their only child who dutifully followed their word.

READ MORE BECAUSE DAMN THIS GOT LONG

She was bethrothed to another, A monster named Orinda, Her and his Parents had declared it so, they’d be a perfect match to live and thrive, Have kids and continue on the family legacy and get married she did. Though unfortunately for her, He was a dick behind closed doors, Not that she would have had any choice in the matter whether he was nice or not and though some part of her deep down resented the situation she was in, She’d been raised that she just needed to be better. She just needed to do her best, She just needed to try and everything would be okay. They’d be okay, They’d be a happy little family just like her parents wanted, It wasn’t often that he struck her, So much more was said and it hurt far more then any blow. In some ways, She’s sure she would have never gotten out of there if not for that one, Fateful night. He’d come home angry, swearing and fidgety, She wasn’t sure why, She couldn’t ask. She still cooked dinner for him, Had cleaned up for him, Offered herself to him as she’d been taught. But it wasn’t enough, She wasn’t enough.

He’d struck her, Again and maybe it was a fit of rage or a desire to protect herself but she lashed out with her magic, With her healing magic. At first, he’d laughed yet then he’d spluttered, Bending over and groaning. Oh she’d never forget the way he hacked and coughed, His magic that was a odd tinge of red and orange, Blood orange perhaps? escaped out of him through his mouth. Leaking onto the floor even as she’d ran past him to get help, Help for what she’d done. But by the time she’d returned with someone, Anyone, He was far beyond any help. Only choking out that she’d done this to him before he finally collapsed and dusted.

A murderer, She was a murderer, She’d killed him were what came from the chants of her village. Outrage and outcry that spread, Spread far enough that it reached the city of Ebott and the ears of the king himself. It hadn’t been asgore yet, Rather his father. A huge, dark furred beast of a boss monster that showed up to her tiny little village and even as she quaked in torn clothes, Under the pressure of her entire village’s sheer hatred. Clamed up only by the king’s presence, He offered, No she supposed. Not offered, GAVE her a chance that she couldn’t refuse. Whether she wanted to or not. So with only a nod, She found herself whisked away by the king of monsters and his entourage of guards, She’d never see her family again, She’d made attempts to write but never got anything back so eventually. She stopped trying.

In ebott, She got trained in the ways of being a healer, A true healer with a good control over her power and her further specialization into being a midwife for Monsters, Helping to deliver plenty of children over the years. During her training, She found herself growing close to one of the king’s guards, Drusil, He’d come from a different settlement but they were the same type of monster. Oh he’d been stunning with dark, Almost black skin, His hair blended in!, Golden tinged fins and freckling along his arms and his back. He’d always been so nice to her, So goofy, so friendly and so damn stupid sometimes that it always made her giggle and though hesitant to enter a relationship again, Having to take the time to get past the conditioning her parents had put her through, He waited. It took three years but he’d waited and she eventually accepted.

She’d never been happier, His family had practically adopted her, His parents especially came to see her as a daughter and she considered them her true parents as well. She adored his few little siblings and they had a few happy years together, During this time meeting gaster and Rose to. A rumbling came by word of mouth, Of talks of rising tension and war on the frightened lips of monster kind, Seeding that doubt of worry in her belly despite drusil trying to reassure her. It would never happen, they wouldn’t go to war.

Yet even as the king passed on the throne to his son and his own bethrothed, The talk of war and rising tensions became even more prevalent and soon, War broke out, Many monsters like to say it was a war but to vita, It always seemed more like a all out slaughter. Her mate fought alongside gaster to help protect the new king and his Queen. She was a medic, She healed as best she could, Serving her own part even if she rarely saw action unless it was to protect her patients, Oh how often she’d longed for war to be over then. Longed for it to end and end it did, But not in the way she’d hoped, There’d been talks of a peace treaty a few years in, of monsters surrendering, That it’d be fine. That they’d all make it out. One last night with drusil with the promise on his lips that everything would be fine. It’d all work out...but it didn’t. Drusil, Among many of the kings other guards fell due to stopping a attempted assignation on the king.

Oh goddesses how she’d sobbed, How loud she had wailed, It was only a week after that the big final push came. To lock them underground and forget about monster kind with help of their mages, Oh they’d fought back for certain but they just lost more and more as humans grew only stronger as they gained LOVE. She was injured when a group of them had raided the medical tent, so lost from their own morals that killing the sick and injured didn’t matter to them, Injured in her attempt to save her patients, They were under her care, they couldn’t just kill them! Instead. One of them with a glint of malice she’d never yet truly seen came at her instead she though she fought. Two others held her to cease her struggling and they almost Methodically, Joyfully sliced one of her back fins off. She would have died there if not for someone hearing her screams, of pain and of fear, They’d never been able to a re-attach the ‘wing’, It scattered into dust not long after being cut off and all they could do was bandage what they could so she didn’t bleed out from the injury and helped her towards mount ebott. Still crying and weak, heart broken from all that had occurred.

She along with the remains of monsterkind were sealed below ground with a magic spell, She was numb to all that had occurred in some aspects. Throwing herself into work, Yet her healing wasn’t enough for all the monsters that fell simply do a lack of hope, A lack of supplies. There wasn’t enough food, enough water. It was around the same time that she came to the horrifying and stricken realization that she was pregnant. Oh she had thought about ending it, If the stress from the situations didn’t kill it first but...she couldn’t, She just couldn’t. It was the only bit of Drusil she had left. It was their baby. So despite all odds, She kept her child and almost a year underground (Her species gestates a bit longer then humans 9 months). She eventually gave birth with only the assistance of her surviving friend Gaster to help her, An act that almost killed her, Leaving her fitfully weak for weeks after and a few years until she truly felt 100% like herself again.

She remained a healer in the royal guard as years dragged by, Becoming accustomed to life underground like many others monsters, Focused on raising her son and teaching him to be good. Because even as their civilization stabilized, the monsters grew worse and worse. Far more befitting of their name, Many were angry, Aggressive and even violent, The king was the worst of them all and while she’d looked up to him once upon a time. The decree of collecting human souls was the final straw, She hated him and all that he stood for. She sympathized with toriel and her disappearance yet some part of her hated toriel to for leaving. For letting this lunatic take full control of the kingdom instead of sticking by to help. Yet she would only stew silently because there was nothing more she could do to help then any of the rest of monster kind.

All she hope for is the day they get released from the mountain.

#Of harmony (Vita)#My heart cries for what could have been (Underfell verse ~ Vita)#Under the seas (Headcannons)#//i decided her Undertale verse needed an actual bio in place #//since i use her so often #//also a reveal~#//vita's healing magic is so potent #//she can cause cancer!

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vvakarians · 3 years

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Speaking of smut have some snippets I wrote because I keep forgetting I can just share those lmao. These are all oc ships and all lf them are AU’s 😂 All of them either belong to me or my bf @crackedblackinc !

My skills at writing sm/ut are not 100% but you know what I sure did try with these lmao.

Pairings and stuff:

1. Ilarion Vadislov (mine, Russian they/them, wears too much pink) and Rin Hastings (he/him, English, tattooed sad man ) - Pacific Rim AU - Pretty Vanilla lmao

2. Father Charlie Robineau (mine, they/them, vampire, fake priest) and Mose McCullough (he/him, depressed cowboy, also vampire!) - MOTW AU - Vanilla also??

3. Bellamy Kaldwin (mine, he/him) and Hugo Truelove (he/him, too sweet for his own good) - Darkest Timeline AU (from our project, Melrose!)- Mentions of getting pregnant?? Vanilla lmao

4. This one is mostly a concept lmao I got so tired at the end, it was like..midnight RIP. - Hazel Coldbrook (they/he, aasimar, mine) + Charlie Robineau (they/them, drow, mine) + Maxime (he/him, aasimar) + Victory (he/him, eladrin) - D& D AU - Size Difference, Monster fuc/king sort of? one of the aasimar has a tentacle di/ck lol

Ilarion isn’t sure what made them move first. Maybe it was that deep sadness that permeates Rin’s handsome features, just goading them to give him something to smile about. Maybe it wasn’t that at all but the need for touch. The two of them having danced around the subject of crushes for a week now and every nerve under Ilarion’s skin is aflame. All they know is that Rin’s chapped lips crack further beneath their kiss —no matter how gentle they are— and they can taste blood on their tongue.

But he makes the softest whine under them, reaching through all of their pink curls to grasp their shoulder. And gods do they want to fuck him then. Have him feel the deep, incurable ache they feel threatening to pulverize their being. They want him to come apart calling out their name, messily and theirs.

“S-shit,” Rin curses under his breath, pinned to the dorm wall behind him, “Ilari— I—!”

They grind their hips down into his in response, getting a hot rush of excitement from his whine.

“I am going to fill you until you think of nothing else,” they growl, “You said you wanted distraction, yeah?”

“If I can’t walk tomorrow—.”

Ilarion cuts Rin off as they lick and nip along the shell of his ear, rolling their hips softer this time. Trying to tone it down, even for a moment. Would hate to scare him off.

“If you cannot walk, we will pretend sick and fuck some more. I will make love to you until you know you deserve that,” their tone becomes tender as they take a breath.

The response is music to Ilarion’s ears.

“Please.”

———

Charlie drags their index finger along their length, pretending. Imagining it’s their cowboy, who is still soaking or showering or— god they’re not sure anymore. All they know is that they couldn’t help themself.

Their hair is spread out around them in a halo of soft browns, the light from the lamp on the beside table casting shadows across their body as it arches into any touch at all. A soft moan escapes their throat that might be just a mite too loud, but Charlie doesn’t care. If they were human their pale skin would be slick with sweat and flushed deep crimson, but at the moment they chase any fragment of scenario.

Mose’s tongue, his mouth finally around them. Fingers spreading them wide and open so they can take him. Or maybe they’d be told not to touch anything and he’d fuck their mouth, smirking. Again there is a whine at the memory of him wearing that shit eating grin. Knowing he’s made them a shivering, whimpering mess.

“Mm, now ain’t that a pretty picture?” a deep, american southern accent sends a jolt up Charlie’s spine.

Standing there, half naked and smiling wickedly is their cowboy. Eyes following the slow stroke of Charlie’s finger as they shiver, everything off but their shirt and that white collar.

“I..I couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout you,” they gasp, unashamed but unsure if he actually wants to watch, “I..I can move it to—.”

“Nah, make some more of those pretty sounds for me darlin’.”

A slow, shuddering breath leaves Charlie as their hooded blue eyes watch Mose uncover himself, definitely beginning to harden. Rivulets of water run down his powerful thighs, catch his curly happy trail in the lantern light.

“Will you help me, *cher*?”

Practically a prayer and they know Mose can tell, even as he sways his toned hips their way. Damn this man for being so alluring. But instead of a sharp quip and no follow through, after so many years of wondering how it’d feel, Mose settles a calloused hand around them. It’s enough to send Charlie into a twitch and a cry wrenches itself from their mouth. It’s almost enough to distraft them from the deep tone next to their ear.

“It would be my pleasure.”

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A month has passed since Bell has had time to tend to his ache. Between helping Hazel plan his proposal and playing various concerts for festivals he’s just had no alone time. It didn’t help his blood struck him in the middle of it, though it was a slight relief he was not yet carrying. Even with all the cramps and feeling sick. But now, curled up in Hugo’s lap as he reads to him—all he can think about is making love. Being filled and satisfied.

He blames a combination of hormones and reading too many of those awful romance novels he keeps checking out. Yves always manages to get him the filthiest ones. It’s like he knows, the bastard.

With a burning heat in his freckled cheeks, Bell looks up as Hugo turns a page. Those fingers lingering on the paper, large and soft. His hands are large, good for keeping his hips in place. A memory flits behind Bell’s golden brown eyes; ghosts of Hugo’s hands spreading his legs and a fingertip teasing his entrance. Then pressing a perfect, thick finger deep within him. How many times had Hugo made him finish that night? Bell thinks he lost count at three. It was important to have him loose and ready if they were to concieve, but he just kept reaching that edge. And his husband gently pushed him off each time.

“Doing alright? You a little red, are you too warm?”

Hugo’s voice cuts through Bell’s daydream and he tries to find it within himself not to look too embarrassed. But he desperately wants to be honest with him and feel those hands again. Making a mess of him, getting him ready.

“I..I want you so badly,” he sighs, and then feels as if he will burst from how needy he sounds. At least the silence isn’t too prolonged, as Hugo laughs softly and he bookmarks his page.

“Daydreaming again?”

His breath is warm against Bell’s ear, sending goose bumps all down the back of his neck. Gods, he needs something to fill him. Push him over that edge. Thankfully, Hugo knows just what he wants it seems. Cool palms spread his thighs, a hand slowly beginning to descend along Bell’s side. Kisses bloom along his jaw.

“You have such big hands,” he murmurs, titling his head to give Hugo better access. Quickly those kisses turn white hot, making Bell squirm and the most filthy sound falls from his lips.

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There’s so much going on but Hazel doesn’t mind one bit. Kisses were shared, hips rolled, sounds made. It wasn’t until Victor ducked his head toward them that they were accutely aware of how much sound they all made. Then they were distracted by the hot, wriggling heat of Victory’s tongue. Lapping up all of the rose gold dripping between his thighs with reverence and adoration. As if he had tasted nothing better in the universe. Flashes of blue as he stained his mouth more.

Just as he tries to catch his breath and settle into a rhythm, Victory pulls away. But before he can whine and reach for him, Charlie’s slender fingers began working him open. A dream come true, he does writhe on the large bed and is gifted by a soft chuckle he knows too well. As a wave of heat and tightly coiled pleasure wash over him, Hazel glances over at his husband. Maxime has Victor bent over, large hands keep him spread as he fucks him. Drips of blue begin to smear on the sheets below, and there’s a slight bump in Victor’s stomach every time Maxime finishes a thrust.

“He’s so big..!”

Both Hazel and Charlie laugh, the former nodding. A thread of fire twisting delightfully in his stomach, remembering when Maxime filled him for the first time. He ached and stretched, taking all of him and his ridges.

“None of us will be walking for a while I think.”

#ilarion vadislov #father robineau #hazel coldbrook #bellamy kaldwin #mal writes

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pure-bakusass · 5 years

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Kiribaku AU Month: Day 7: 💣 Vigilante AU 💣

I can’t believe I missed on so many days. I suck at this. I’m going to make up for it though! Here’s what I was finally able to do for Vigilantes! Rowdy rebel boys 💥 Including the sketch alone cause I like it too!

✨bonus✨

About the “Down with Deku” thing! My headcanon for Vigilante Bakugou is Graffiti Artist Bakugou. His goal is to be wherether Deku should be before him and do his job to spite him. Also leave the “Down With Deku” graffiti everytime, so that Deku knows he’s still better than him, even though he’s not a hero like him. Since he can’t see Deku as often as he wants to hate him in person, the graffiti serves as a nice substitute. Deku is confused.

The Vigilante Theme Song: Sam Tinneasz “Legends Are Made”

@kiribakumonth2019

I also wrote an angsty hurt/comfort kiribaku drabble for this! That’s my second drabble, so still long way to go as a writer. I’m so sorry I did that. I even cried while writing. Kirishima deserves better but the idea just came to my head and wouldn’t leave. You can read it under the cut and judge me.

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“Ei? It’s me, open the doors.”

Usually when Kirishima was crying, Bakugou’s presence could work wonders when it came to calming him down. But this time was different. This time, when Kirishima heard Bakugou knocking on his doors, he prayed he’d rather stay out of this and let him be alone for once.

“Eijirou! Don’t think you can fool me, I know you’re in there! I’m hearing you crying your guts out! Just fucking let me in, damn!”

Deep down, Kirishima knew that once Bakugou settled on something, he would rather die than give up on it. That’s just who he was. That’s why he wasn’t surprised at all to hear the gentle knocking soon turning into violent slamming as his boyfriend was quickly getting irritated.

“Shitty Hair! If you won’t let me in, I’m kicking those doors out! Don’t think I won’t fucking do that!”

Kirishima didn’t even have enough time to react as he heard a loud THUD and the next thing he witnessed was a visibly pissed Bakugou right in front of him.

“Dude, what the fuck?!”

“I should be the one to ask you the damn question! Do you even know how fucking scared I was after you left like this, locked yourself up and didn’t even give me a single fucking answer? Do you?!“

As Bakugou continued yelling, Kirishima felt a sudden wave of anger hitting him unexpectedly. Strong enough to make it easier for him to restrain himself from crying. He wiped his tears off quickly and sniffed loudly as he gave Bakugou an angry look.

“What else was I supposed to do after you made a scene?” said Kirishima, doing his best trying to sound rough despite being visibly shaken. “I told you to stay out of this but you just don’t listen. Like, ever. You’re not making it easier for me.”

“Of course I don’t! I am not going to listen to bullshit. Who the fuck do you think I am, Eijirou? Did you really expect me to just- put up with those bastards deciding you don’t belong in the fucking school anymore? You’d have to be one hell of a fucking idiot to think that I’d let go of you even for a second.”

Now that Bakugou said it, Kirishima felt like there’s way more tears coming. Fuck, he really was doing the worst job trying to supress them. One thing he wanted more than anything right now was to be wrapped in Katsuki’s arms and just forget about everything. But he knew he couldn’t, because then all the effort he has already put in distancing himself would be for nothing. He turned back at Bakugou, keeping his head down and rubbing his shoulders in attempt to calm himself down.

“You should let go of me for good. I told you. Leave me alone and let me pack my things. I’m being serious.”

Bakugou crossed his arms, ready to fight back. He sure as fuck wasn’t leaving. At least not with such a weak attempt to make him do so.

“Oh, really? I don’t think you’re being serious at all, turning your back at me like this. You really want me to go? Then you’ll have to try fucking harder. You want me to leave you? To give up on you just like you gave up on yourself? If that’s what you really want, then go ahead! Tell that to my fucking face. Tell me I don’t mean shit to you anymore, tell me to go fuck myself. Only then I can take you seriously.”

The only response that Bakugou received was silence, interrupted only with Kirishima’s loud sniffing. He honestly expected that to happen, but it still felt awful. Bakugou hated silence, it felt far worse and difficult to handle than the fight. He’d honestly rather have Kirishima yell at him. He began to hate himself for pushing his boyfriend to the level when he was lost for words.

“Shit, I knew you wouldn’t. That’s because it’s not what you want, is it?”

Bakugou inhaled deeply and let out a heavy sigh, as he approached Kirishima and put his hand on his arm, gently.

“I’ve made my point. Your turn. Why are you trying to push me away? Why are you trying so hard to distance yourself from me, Eijirou? Just tell me.”

Even despite his irritation, Bakugou’s voice surprisingly became calm. A lot quieter, softer. And…sad? Fuck. Kirishima could fight Bakugou’s anger in every form, he knew he could. But he absolutely couldn’t stand a chance against the hint of hurt in Bakugou’s voice, nor againts the gentle gesture. That’s when he lost it. He turned back again, to face him, to let their eyes meet, not even trying to fight flowing tears anymore. He was a mess.

“Fine! It’s just- I can’t let you throw your life out because of me! I can’t!”

“What? What are you even saying-”

“No, listen, the moment I knew i have to leave, I knew you would want to follow me- and I knew I would never forgive myself if you did. Being here is like your life goal, your determination to be a number one hero is what drives you. It’s remarkable. How could I be the one to take it away from you? How could I ever be ok with this?”

As soon as he spoke out, Kirishima felt Bakugou’s arms wrapping around him instantly, pulling him closer and holding him tight. He embarced him back, clinged to him for life, burying his face in Bakugou’s chest. They stayed like this for a while, as Kirishima was sobbing uncontrollably.

“Fuck, Ei…” Bakugou muttered under his breath. He was rubbing Kirishima’s back to help him calm down. “Is that what’s troubling you right now? Me?…shit. Fuck, I’m… I’m sorry I yelled, ok? For fuck’s sake, why weren’t you honest with me from the beginning?”

“I- I was just trying to do what I thought would be best for you.” Kirishima mumbled into Bakugou’s chest. Now that he said that out loud, it sounded kind of stupid and he felt embarassed. This didn’t sound right and Kirishima couldn’t believe it took him so long to realize how badly he could hurt not only Bakugou but also himself with pushing him away.

“You’re so fucking stupid, Eijirou.” said Bakugou, softly and lovingly. “I know what’s best for me. Being with you, that’s what. Nothing else besides that really matters. I can’t fucking live without you, and I will repeat myself as many times as you need to hear this. So maybe it finally gets through to your dumb brain.”

“Fuck, Katsuki… I love you so goddamn much- b ut-”

“No buts, that cuts it, dumbass. You love me, and I love you, we’ve got that covered. What else are you supposed to worry about?”

“I don’t know, everything? What are we going to do, where are we supposed to go? What about Ground Zero the number one hero?”

“Huh? What about it? Am I not making myself clear? Ground Zero doesn’t fucking exist without Red Riot.”

“-but- your goal-”

“Tch. And who said I need this shitty school to reach my goals?”

Bakugou grabbed Kirishima by the chin and lifted his face up so that he looked him in the eyes.

“I’m still going to be the best fucking hero there has ever been. And you, as my equal, are also going to be the best fucking hero there has ever been. Both of us are about to make the whole fucking world know our names. Got it?”

Kirishima opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Backupu cupped his face in his hands and kissed him, so deeply and affectionately that Kirishima let out a surprised gasp. But he did nothing to stop him. He engaged in the kiss wholeheartedly, and for the first time since he knew he has to leave, he felt like this was a beginning of something new and exciting, rather than the depressing end.

“That’s more like it” Bakugou smiled as he pulled himself back" Come on, Red. We’ve got some packing to do.“

***

Does Bakugou regret it? Fuck no.

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tttinytrash · 4 years

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So I'm ordinarily awful at actually stating which AU I'm using except if you pick it up by context clues. Whoops. But I guess that also works because you can slot in a skele of your choice. I had UT Sans in mind for this one, probably a little bigger than the reader here just to accommodate what ends up happening. I also wanted to do one where it wasn't the first times noms had happened. That was the whole thought process. With that, I'll shut up so you can actually read lol

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You were both on the couch watching TV. It was nice, just to be able to chill out like this. You were crammed into the corner of the couch made by the armrest and backrest meeting, and the skeleton across from you mirrored the positioning in the opposite corner. This left your legs to become a haphazard yet somehow comfortable tangle on the middle cushions between you, with a blanket laid over for added warmth.

You were so chilled out at the moment that your eyes started to droop. You fought sleep back and shifted your legs, which drew Sans' attention from the screen to you.

"you nodding off on me there?" he asked, amused.

"A little." You paused to stifle a yawn. "Dunno why."

"then nap, obviously. i don't mind."

"Of course you wouldn't, O Nap Master." You chuckle, and have to stifle another yawn with less success this time. Dangit.

"join the borg." He was clearly having fun teasing you, much to your sleepy annoyance.

"Resistance is futile, blah blah. Yeah. Fine, I'll nap." You moved to get up to follow through, but Sans verbally stopped you.

"where ya goin’?"

"To nap. Duh. Don't wanna hamper what you're doing, and also don't wanna ruin my back by sleeping in a half sitting up position."

He quirked a brow at you "like i'd pass up a chance to nap?" He seemed to get an idea, and asked "hey, why don't we nap together?"

You felt your face heat up, much to your chagrin. "What?"

Sans pulled the blanket off both of you and sat up straighter so that you could see it as he pat his belly while reiterating "nap together, y'know?"

You felt the heat in your face intensify and leak to your ears and neck. You couldn't manage words for a moment.

Sans chuckled and poked your leg as he cajoled "i know you sleep pretty good with me."

"'Pretty well', you mean." You couldn't help but correct.

His wry smile told that he intentionally misspoke, likely since knew that stuff bugged you.

You took your turn to chuckle. "Fine, you win. Nap buddies it is."

He lit up and seemed eager as he pulled his legs under himself and sized you up. You waited for him make the first move.

However, he surprised you by going for your feet. He grabbed both of your ankles lightly and guided them into his mouth. This felt oddly backwards, but you let it happen regardless.

You both heard and felt the first gulp, and now your shins brushed his upper teeth. Another, and you felt the back of your knees on his tongue. He’d bent over to accommodate the fact that your torso still reclined on the couch, and now you were pulled away from your armrest and flat on your back along the couch as the lower half of your thighs were sucked into his throat. This sudden motion drew a surprised squeak out of you (dammit.) which caused Sans to immediately stop and snap his eyelights to your face in concern.

Your heart was fluttering as usual, fight or flight kicking in despite knowing this was safe. You told yourself it was just the direction throwing you off. Given this, you gave him an encouraging nod and he relaxed.

Consent reaffirmed, he gave another gulp - notably stronger - as he worked around your hips. This left you half in, half out. Your knees down had already squished into his stomach proper by now, which is why they instinctively bent up when Sans moved. He had his hands on your back for support and sat up again which left your torso vertical over his upturned face. Gravity alone slid you a few inches deeper.

You noticed your bent legs meant your feet had pressed into the front of his stomach, actually creating a noticeable lump. You’d never seen yourself pressing out from inside, obviously, so you couldn’t quite help but watch as moving your feet a little made the lump move as well.

You smiled when Sans removed a hand from your back to smooth it over the bump. To you it seemed he was acknowledging what you were doing but also not trying to stop you. You watched a moment more as that lump filled out when he swallowed around you again and more of you entered his stomach.

One more swallow drew you in deep enough that your observing angle was lost. Your arms were left bent up to shoulder level since your torso was fully inside Sans but your arms were outside. You didn’t get time to be too awkward since the next pull dragged your head in, leaving just forearms and hands sticking up.

Sans entwined his fingers in yours, and gave your hand a quick squeeze before the final gulp pulled you fully inside to curl up cozily.

Once down, you let him adjust to sprawl over the couch first and then wriggled yourself into optimal position. After you got comfy you nuzzled your head into the wall both for affection and to signal you didn’t plan on squirming further. He sighed deeply, and you turned slightly into the rubs he was giving your back.

“Got experimental on me, huh?” You said after a moment.

“you did a little there, too.” he responded, still trying to catch his breath a little. (To be fair, swallowing a whole person had to take effort. But why do skeletons breathe?)

“Turnabout is fair play?”

“eh, i’ll grant you that.”

“So, thoughts?”

You felt the slight tug as he presumably shrugged. “other way is easier. but this was kinda fun.”

“And I’ll grant you that.”

“and your experiment?”

“Eh, more morbid curiosity than experiment.” A concerning thought popped in your head. “That didn’t hurt, did it? Stretching like that?”

“i have to stretch way more to get all of ya in there. all good. kinda felt good, actually.”

“Really? Ok, now I’m running an experiment.”

You stretched your arms out in front of you slowly until they pressed into the wall and you felt the opposing resistance was adequate. Then you let up, repositioned, and repeated.

You laughed victoriously when Sans started to purr. Your amusement caused the blue glow in the chamber to ramp up, which you knew equalled a blush.

“You little deviant!” You crowed, still giggly.

“yeah, and you’re not?” he laughed back even as the glow increased again.

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive!” You did let up though, and the glow dimmed back to its normal muted level.

After a moment of comfortable silence, he yawned and you responded in kind. Ah. Right. You were supposed to sleep.

“welp, ‘night nap buddy.” he said.

You scoffed. “Pfft, it’s the middle of the day. But sure.”

You both drifted off shortly thereafter, and the only sounds were light snores and he forgotten TV.

#undertail vore #safe vore #willing vore #clean vore

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Ice Packs - Colson Baker

Words: 1,398

Prompt: 8. College AU

He tries to hide him wincing when the ice pack hits his shoulder, but she notices, not saying anything only shaking her head, before getting another for his thigh that was already turning a shade of purple. “I have to take an ice bath tomorrow.” He mumbled to her, wanting her to know what the team doctor had said after she had left the room. She nods, “I set the timer for nineteen. And after you ice yourself one more time you can sleep.” He frowns at that, grabbing her hand before she can walk away. “You aren’t staying.” “Kells,” She sighs, the team nickname slipping from her lips. “I don’t know if I should.” “If this is about my injuries.” He starts to get up, but she pushes him down. “No, of course not. This isn’t the first time you’ve gotten injured and I know you’ll heal.” Another sigh leaves her, “We fought before the game, we’ve never done that before. And I just think we need to cool down some more.” He takes the hand he was holding before and presses a kiss to the palm. “I have cooled down. And it’s tradition for you to stay with me after a game, don’t break it, please.” He waits with bated breath for her answer and when she nods, he grins at her. “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me. I’ll be sitting at your desk, finishing my essay, while you let the ice work its magic.”

He pretends to protest, even attempting to drag her into the bed with him, but he easily lets her go to his desk. He had always liked to watch her work, it was how they met after all.

Slim nudges him, making him look away from the girl sitting a few tables away from them. “You should go talk to her.” He shakes his head, “No.” “C’mon.” Baze groans, his hand falling against the table, making a sound that earns a look from the barista. “We have come here every day for the past two weeks with you, so you can look at her. Please just go and talk to her.” He rolls his eyes at his teammates, “I made you guys come here for the coffee too.” The other two share a look, Slim rolling his eyes. Baze turns in his chair, deciding to get a good look at the girl Kells seems to be crushing on. After looking at her for a minute, he sits forward in his seat. “Her name’s Y/N, she’s in my english class.” “Y/N” Kells mouths, getting a feel for the new name. He looks at her, only to see her gone, her stuff gone too. Looking back at Baze, he’s startled when he sees Y/N standing behind the tall ginger.

She taps Baze on the shoulder, “Hey, I just wanted to say good luck at your game tonight.” Her eyes flicker over Slim and Kells before they land on Baze again. “Thanks, you going tonight?” Baze asks. Y/N nods, “yeah, I have the night off, so might as well.” “First baseball game?” Slim asks, wanting to join the conversation. “College, yeah. Why?” She asks. He shrugs, “I figured since you weren’t wearing any school pride.” “I don’t have the money to spend on UT pride.” Before he can stop himself, the words spill out Kells lips. “If you want you could wear one of my jerseys.” Realizing that those are his first words to the girl, he quickly adds, “Just so you blend in. Most people are wearing something that represents the school.” Slim and Baze are giving him the same look, making him slouch in his chair a bit. His attention turns to Y/N when he hears her speak. “That would be pretty cool. Never wore a players jersey before.”

Feeling the ice pack move from his thigh and a hand brush it, he jolts. “What are you doing?” “It’s been twenty minutes.” She brushes a hand over his hair. “I finished right as the timer went off.” She tells him as she takes off the ice pack on his shoulder. He gingerly moves his left shoulder, the ache in the muscle, makes him still. Not wanting to agitate it, he lays back down carefully.

“What were you thinking about?” She asks, as she pops the ice packs back into the mini freezer. “How we meet.” His voice is soft. “And how even though it’s been nearly two years, you still own zero UT pride.” She shrugs, sitting on the edge of the bed, so she won’t move him. “I don’t need to when I can just steal some of yours.” Kells hums at that as he gently pulls at her arm. “Lay with me for a bit.” He can’t hide the hurt expression, when she immediately shakes her head. “Not with your shoulder.” She explains, which only makes the hurt slightly better. “Please.” He pleads. “I won’t move at all.” He expects her to give in at that. “I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you.” He sits up, getting frustrated how close she’ll be one second and then next it’s like she’s a mile away. “Then stop hurting me.” His voice is louder than it has been all night, nearing a shout. “Today sucked. We nearly lost, I got injured and might be out the next game. We fought today, and because of that I want to hold you, I want to know that you aren’t going to leave me. Because right now, this whole hot and cold thing you have going on, makes me feel like at any minute your going to walk out the door and not come back.” “I don’t mean to be hot and cold. I barely understand why I’m doing it.” She bites her lip as she struggles with her next words. “It scared me today when you walked away instead of talking it out. And then you got hurt and I just, I got even more scared. We’ve always talked it out, even when we haven’t wanted to. And when you left even though you didn’t have to leave for another hour, I got scared.” He swallows around the lump in his throat. He had been proud before today that they had always talked things out, that he had never walked away. And that’s what he did today. “I shouldn’t of done that. That isn’t something I’m proud of. And maybe we could talk about it now?” He offers, wanting to fix things between them. She nods, “I’d really like that.”

He takes a moment to think over what he wants to ask her. Moving slightly so, they can look at each other easier, he takes a deep breath. “Why didn’t you want me to go ring shopping?” There’s hurt in his voice that he can’t hide, even though he tried. “I don’t want you to regret it.” She tells him. “I wouldn’t regret that. I want to marry you. I want everything with you.” She lets him take her hands into his, their fingers intertwining. “I want to marry you too, but I only think you’ll regret it because you’ve been on a high. The team is on a streak of five games, all of you are on a high. I don’t want you to do this now and regret it later.” Kells presses a kiss to their joined hands, “I can see why you would think that. We have been on a high.” He couldn’t deny that if he wanted to. “But, your forgetting that right after I told you I loved you, I told you that I wanted to marry you. How I wanted a house with a few kids and to see you every night before I go to sleep. None of that has changed, I still want all of those things.” “I want all of that too, still. I draw the line at five though.” He grins, “how about eight?” She rolls her eyes playfully, “No, five and no more.” He pouts, “I’ll convince you one day.” The mood goes back to serious, “Can I buy you the ring, now?” Y/N nods, “yeah.” He pulls her into a kiss with his left arm, after dropping her hands. Both of them being gentle, due to his shoulder. “I can’t wait to see you with a ring, soon to be Mrs. Baker.”

#colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #mgk imagine #mgk x reader #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader

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