#or when he cleans throw up off him with his cape like fuck

[angelltheninth]

Genshin men fucking you so hard you can't walk right?

Every night then? Cause that's what its gonna be like.

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Xiao, Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Baizhu, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, aftercare, rough sex, praise, soothing kisses, cuddles

A/N: They will leave you shaking and... take care of you. Most of the time.

Kaeya almost gets hard again when you can't move your legs afterwards. You don't really have to, he kind of expected you to be tired after a few hours but he couldn't just help himself when he saw you after such a long time away.

Diluc is a little shy when he notices you can't move anymore but all his cum is flowing from between your legs. He blushes hard before he goes to get a wet towel to clean you up slowly. Fuck, you're shaking even though he's being so gentle. Are you gonna be able to work tomorrow?

Itto feels both proud of himself and bad about himself when he sees that you can't walk. He'll pick you up in his arms while you cuddle up against him, even doing that much makes you groan. All these claw marks on your thighs and back, they're gonna be on you for a while.

Xiao was ready for this, he didn't have sex with many people in his life despite how long he's been alive but he always goes all out. So he knew he was gonna fuck you into oblivion. He knows a human can't keep up with him, so of course he's ready with lots of water, snacks and he will have a warm bath ready for you in just a few minutes.

Childe can't help but gloat about it. He's touching every bruise he's left on your body, engraving them into his memory, rubbing his cock over your sensitive pussy lips to make your hips jump at him. So sensitive, he almost wants to go again. You actually have to push him away for him to back off and stop teasing you after which he will wrap his arms around your body and nuzzle his cheek against yours.

Dottore doesn't think its that bad, you should have gotten used to this by now, how roughly he fucks you. He begins to walk away and signals you to follow, only to have you fall to your knees. Oh. You actually can't walk. Huh. A new accomplishment for him. Now that he knows your limit he will try to push you to it every time until you get used to it.

Pantalone throws his cape around you to shield your shaking body from view. It was a bad idea to do this in his office after all, and to leave you in such a physical state. He kisses your forehead and whispers what a good girl you were for him back there, he will try to kiss your marks better once he gets you to bed.

Baizhu is fully prepared to take care of you once he's done fucking you silly. Any bruises you might have gotten he will rub with ointment and bandage up. The ones on your thighs he will kiss so gently that you almost start to cry from how gentle he's being right now. You can't help but sluggishly pull him into a hug when he's all done.

Zhongli gets really worried when you can't move, he thinks he really hurt you. It's actually a little bit funny when he panics over fucking you so good you can't move a muscle. You whisper to him that you'll be very sore tomorrow morning but that in your mind it was very worth it. You're one strange human woman, but he loves you anyway.

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[thebadboyfanclub]

Queen Of My Life (Aegon x Reader)

“I will be queen and write history like my ancestor (y/n) Targaryen”

“The story of (y/n) was your brother Rhaegars Favourite, she was known as “the miracle queen”

“The miracle? Why?I’ve only known a few scattered parts of her”

“She is known as the last good leader along with her husband king Aegon, they were the first and only couple that ruled United and seemed to listen to the worries of their subjects”

“She cared for the small folk?”

“The didn’t call her “our sun” for nothing”

-

(Y/n) was not supposed to be born, a child created after the night Rhaenyra laid with Ser Criston Cole, it might sound evil but as her belly grew Rhaenyra wished for the babe to die, to get rid of it.

The babe came out quickly and earlier than expected, a healthy girl that wailed loudly as she fussed and screamed to get away from her mothers grasp, it was almost like the babe had heard every thought her mother had, the hostility that was created as she was growing inside a womb that it’s owner wished she was dead.

The only person that (y/n) truly loved was Laenor, he adored his daughter and spoiled her to no ends, she had everything laid beneath her feet with one click of her fathers fingers, before her dragon hatched Laenor would take her up in the sky just to hear the little girls sequels of bliss.

“You did it!”

(Y/n) bursted in the room with a dagger in her hand, her fathers dagger that she had just lost. Rhaenyra was quick to restrain her daughter from cutting through her chest, the whole room erupted with chaos as the boiling pot that was her daughter temper seemed to have blown up and was ready to burn everyone.

“How dare you blame me?”

“How dare I? You killed my father just to marry your fucking knight in shinning armour”

The scariest part was not (y/n)s tone nor the raised tone that pierced through eardrums, it was that there was no emotion in her eyes, just plain darkness, Rhaenyra was truly backed against the wall to fight for her life.

Criston Cole was the one to thankfully be brave enough to pull (y/n) away, unfortunately due to her erratic movements the princess had managed to cut herself, earning a deep clean cut from bicep to wrist, her cry of pain was deafening as her blood spilled down to the floor, Criston wanted to throw up at the sight of his daughters blood intertwining with mourning for another man she called “father”.

“Take the princess back to her chamber Ser Criston”

The queen commanded him to which he heartedly agreed. Swiftly he lifted her up to hold her in her arms, she was just a kid, a kid that attempted to not only kill her mother, to also strike down the future heir and accuse her of murder, the queen had followed the two with her eyes as the knight exited the room, leaving all of them in despair over the event.

“We should call a maester for the princess”

Alicent suggested mostly to herself as she spoke to a hushed tone, the queen sped to the princesses room to find her laying in her bed while Ser Criston had torn off his cape to stop the bleeding, Criston was a tormented father that had his hands tied when it came to the matter of his daughter, when she was born he knew it in his heart that the babe was his kin, how could a father stand watching his only daughter lay wounded?

On the morrow Rhaenyras family departed for dragon stone, except (y/n) who had requested to stay behind and become the queens lady in waiting, queen Alicent always felt for the young girl who had inherited Cristons eyes, she could somewhat understand why Rhaenyra had a certain grudge against (y/n), to gaze upon your own daughter and see a man you hate.

One of the few times (y/n) was seen smiling was at her wedding with Aegon, Aegon fell for the princess ever since they were young, he had a very special gift from her that started from his thigh down to his knee, (y/n) and Aegon were extremely competitive so one time during training (y/n) requested real swords, Aegon being the arrogant prick he could be lazily swung his swords while (y/n) bend down and landed a nasty cut.

“How does it feel to be my lady wife?”

“Nothing has really changed, except the fact that tonight we have to land a small little cut on you”

(Y/n) and Aegon were drawn to one another long before their wedding, Alicent had betrothed them to shut the rumours of the princesses moans coming from Aegons room, while partially to quickly hide the fact that (y/n) had not bled for two moons.

Aegon giggled at the comment as he took her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles, after that his other hand caressed her still flat belly lovingly, his babe was safely growing inside the woman he loved.

“It’s a boy”

“I did not know I was marrying a witch”

“Heleana saw it, we will name him Saeror”

“Saeror?! What type of name is that?”

“Saeror the future king… has a nice ring to it”

Aegon surprised them all, he became a wonderful lord husband and stood honourably by his wives side through good times and bad times.

Aegon was present when Saeror was born, he had pushed the maester away to hold his babe, he would have never thought that he would take one look at a bloody little thing that resembled a small kitten would make him so happy, Aegon laughed loudly as Saeror wailed his way into the world.

“Saeror, You will be our legacy little one”

Reluctantly he passed the babe to the wet nurses so they can take care of the newborn, carelessly he wiped his hands to his clothes before kneeling in front of his glowing wife who sheepishly smiled at him, content with bringing the future heir to the world without any complications.

Aegon caressed her hair while his other hand held hers tightly, she had blessed him with a new family, (y/n) shed light in his life like the beacon of old town, how wife was the fire that burned him so sweetly.

“A lot of women say they do not wish for their husbands to be in the room while giving birth, it is said men do not look at their wives as women any more”

“I do not view you as a woman, I worship you as a goddess”

“I did good”

“You did wonderful, queen of my life”

-

Rhaenyra had been absent to every important event, the wedding, the birth of (y/n)s first born, any feast that was held for (y/n)s honour Rhaenyra had an excuse to not make an appearance, sending only a letter as a “congratulations”, the bitterness within (y/n) took over her brain towards her mother in a quick pace.

Quite the contrary with her good mother queen Alicent, she had stepped up to take great care of (y/n) and showed her the way to be a queen, Alicent was determined to be the mother she did not have, she was aware of what life was like without that maternal figure and would hate herself if she allowed that curse to be casted upon another woman.

(Y/n) had proven to be restless, giving birth to three sons one after the other. Saeror, Zenea and little Aemond in honour of her good brother who hugged (y/n) tightly and whispered a subtle “thank you” in her ear when they announced the babes name to the court.

“(y/n) and Aegon the generous” where known within kings landing due to visiting orphanages often to take care of the children as well as funding maesters to visit anyone in need of medical care from the small folk, adored by the public was an extremely brilliant move against the heir Rhaenyra who had fled the capital and lived her life hiding away instead of building her claim.

(Y/n) and Aegon were seen with their children and Ser Criston Cole along with Ser Erryk to kings landing, listening to the small folks worries and strolling through paths like common folk, another clever move was throwing feasts for the children’s namedays were everyone was welcomed, the masses were fed and give their blessing to the princes, Lords from all of Westeros would travel to make alliances with the Targaryens, to offer their daughters for the princes.

“Push my love”

“I cannot, I am tired”

“Come on sweetling this is your fourth time in this bed, you are strong”

(Y/n) pushed with all her might while Alicent and Aegon held her hands to support her and pass their strength to her, (y/n) grunted and breathed heavily to push a new life out of her. She fell in her husbands arms once she felt the relief of the babe releasing from her womb, the sound of a newborn weeping would never get old to the couple, Aegon engulfed her with his arms to bring his sweaty mess of a wife in his arms to kiss her temple.

“Praise the mother, my queen you did well”

“Is our boy healthy?”

“A strong boy sweet one”

Alicent reassured the princess as she followed the wet nurses who did the usual routine for the babe before bringing it to the mother. (Y/n) held her new babe in her arms while she was still being held by her husband, tears that were shed from his eyes hit her shoulder.

“What will we name him?”

“I was thinking Naemor”

“Welcome to the family Naemor”

Aegon cooed at the babe who had started to calm down in his mothers arms. Aegon gave another kiss to his wives head, she deserved all the gold in the world for the sacrifices she had made, to create a home for him in her arms and create a human from his seed, she was his miracle.

“Your grace, your presence is requested to the throne room”

“Oh seven hells I completely forgot of the hearing”

“Is that today? We must get ready”

“My love, you are to remain abed”

“No, I will not give her that satisfaction of missing this, help me please or I’ll do this without you”

Aegon had no choice but to comply to his wives wishes and offer his hands for support to get her up on her feet. Ser Criston watched silently for a moment until he mastered the courage to take a few steps to stand next to the princess.

“A boy?”

“Indeed, here”

Carefully (y/n) laid her newborn babe in the knights arms, Criston could not believe his eyes, a fourth grandchild was presented to him, he was as perfect as the rest of them, they were times that he had cursed himself for what he had done, to fall for Rhaenyras act and entertain it to the point that he risked the highest honour and toyed with his life, this is the moment that gave his life meaning, to see your daughter prevail and become the strongest Targaryen of the entire kingdom.

Once the wet nurses were excused and (y/n) dressed in her gown with the assistance of her husband Criston stayed in the room to rock the babe for as long as he could, away from the prude eyes of the servants.

“You have a beautiful family… princess”

“Aegon could you please take the babe?”

Aegon gladly reached for the babe to cradle him in his arms, the newborn had drifted off to slumber as he was safely rocked by his grandfather.

(Y/n) froze in her spot for a moment as she eyeballed the knight who also did not move a muscle, it was her that fell in his arms for a tight hug. She was not dim witted, the stories had reached her ears ever since she was a toddler, Criston was there for every step of her life, protecting his kin from the shadows.

“I will take revenge for you, do not worry… father”

Criston only caressed her long dirty blonde hair, it was very few times that (y/n) could truly show affection to her biological father, after such an emotional event of giving birth Criston was one of the closest people she had, her true father that was there for her more than her mother had ever been.

“You mustn’t walk in your condition, I’ll carry you there”

“No I-“

“Hush now princess I’ll let you down before the doors agape”

It was pointless to put on a fuss, her father had her off her feet in a blink of an eye while her husband Aegon was on their side with the newborn babe. Soon enough they reached the throne room doors and Criston Cole kept his promising by allowing the princess to stand by herself.

“Princess (y/n) and prince Aegon of house Targaryen”

As the doors unlatched to reveal the couple (y/n) felt like her “family” threw daggers from their eyes to the princess, a part of her wanted to know what was it that she had done that cause such hatred, the other part was quite content with her own family.

“I apologise for the interruption your grace, we happily announce the birth of our newborn son Naemor”

“A fourth son… let me see”

“Allow me my moon”

(Y/n) mumbled to Aegon as asked for their son to take him up to the stairs to the frail grandsire. (Y/n) was in agony the minute she took a step in the room, labour was one of the most excruciating pains she had experienced, however no one could see her pain, the prideful princess smiled as she bend the knee to let the king gaze upon the child.

“A strong son from the most beloved couple of the realm”

“You honour me your grace”

“I believe we need to circle back to the reason we are all gathered here”

“I can understand it might bring a certain uneasiness to you that you are not the centre of attention, still do allow your own daughter to present her son-your fourth grandson- to the king -our father-“

Aegon snapped at his half sister, (y/n) smirked at the sharp jab her husband had landed. Aegon would go to war for his family, he had grown to be a man because of the influence (y/n) had on him, she made him stronger, sharper, a proper king and a protector of the realm.

(Y/n) was proud of the man she had married, she had to admit that when she was to be wed to him she feared for her future, what if Aegons passion for her burned out? What if his taste for wine got the best of him?

Questions that clouded her judgement had kept her up until the dawn of her wedding day, now there he was, not an ounce of quiver as he went toe to toe with Rhaenyra to defend his queen.

“We have decided as a union that our presence is important since we would officially want to announce that we side with prince Jacaerys when it comes to the claim of driftmark”

“What?”

“My brother is the second born of our family, our… late father Laenor had wished for him to inherit it, the power of the ocean runs through our veins”

“What do you know of Velaryon blood princess? I could cut my wrists and you would still not recognise it”

“ I only recognise the blood of a man like Laenor, a knight that fought to defend the realm against the common foe, I do not wish to witness the blood of a villainous brother that stops at nothing to gain power”

(Y/n) had stepped down from the throne that her grandsire was occupying, Aegon paced quickly to her to take their son from her with one hand while the other snaked it’s way around her waist for support, he was observant enough to pick up on the slight trembling of her hands, she was growing tired and the argument of Ser Vaemond was not helping.

“Enough!”

The king declared as loud as he could with the combination of stomping his cane to the ground for a louder pause to the heated conversation. (Y/n) and Aegon turned their backs on Ser Vaemond in order to face the king out of respect, (y/n) even leaned her head to Aegons shoulder to get closer to him, his musk scent was a familiar thing she could focus as she was feeling her knees fighting to keep her up.

“I have heard enough, it is a day to celebrate not to kill each other. I hereby reaffirm Prince Jacaerys of house Velaryon as the future heir of lord of the tides, I should also announce that prince Aegon with his lady wife princess (y/n) of house Targaryen will be declared as my… heirs to the throne… after me”

“It cannot be”

“Aegon and (y/n) have proved themselves worthy of the throne… Rhaenyra, my sweet daughter… you will inherit the… Step-ahhh”

“Call the maesters!”

Aegon felt his wife tense at the scene that was playing in front of them, the time she had always been waiting for was happening, her grandsire was announcing her as his heir instead of Rhaenyra.

The grunts of agony that shook the room from her grandsire caused the small babe to start fussing, wails erupting from her new born son while Aegon started to lightly bounce the babe in his arms.

“Hush little one, you father is here”

“We must go, come my moon”

(Y/n) took Aegons hand to lead him out of the throne room while everyone was preoccupied with tending to her grandsire the king, her pain however caused a flinch while a hiss was uttered from her causing her to come to a halt.

“You need to rest”

“We do not have time for that”

“I do not care what you say, the throne will be there after you take a bath and sleep for a few hours, Ser Criston take my wife in our chambers, I will handle the rest”

-

“So the king died right after he declared a new heir?”

“Correct”

“If he had announced it to the court as you say, why did war ensue?”

“Princess Rhaenyra fled to dragon stone with her family to call banners for support to her claim, the king had passed before the official ceremony could take place”

“And what of queen (y/n)?”

“Her and king Aegon were crowned before the masses at dawn, the small folk cheered at the announcement of that the couple were crowned as king and queen of the realm, men offered to be trained as knights to protect the new queen against princess Rhaenyra”

“So a mother and a daughter went to war”

“Queen (y/n) was known for one phrase”

“The blood in the veins is thicker than the water in the womb”

“The Beloved queen was an intriguing character, a powerful woman with endless potential, her story is the second most astonishing one after Aegon the conqueror”

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[gabessquishytum]

Hob arranges for the Prince of Stories to entertain Robyn's birthday party. It's some form of story telling and magic and kid interactive that all the moms are gaga over.

And honestly, Hob thought the enthusiasm was because the entertainment was good,,,,,for the kiddies. Yeah, ah, nope Story Prince is hot. So hot and his voice is sex -- Hob didn't think much of it when the other single parents RSVP'ed to stay and "help" once he told the story guy was coming, but he gets it now.

Hob hopes that the sex eyes they're making at each other isn't super obvious (because Hob doesn't know if he can fight off that one weekend rugby playing dad or that mom that throws knives), but Hob knows that he and story guy are doing it at some point, like they're still teenagers, behind a shed.

Is it bad form to fuck the kiddie entertainment while the kids are eating cake?!? Hob's asking for a friend.

Ananshdhahama. Listen. Hob is a horny single dad. He hasn't had sex in an inadvisable amount of time. Of course he's going insane about the gorgeous specimen of gothic delight who is currently weaving a tale of dragons for the enraptured children. What he doesn't expect is for the guy to (apparently) be equally insane about him!

They gaze at each other on and off through the story, and Hob is even dragged up by Dream as a "volunteer" to be gently humiliated in front of the children during a magic trick. Hob’s heart is bursting, firstly because Robyn looks SO happy and secondly because Dream’s hand rested on his arse for the entirety of the trick.

They do end up convening behind the shed while Robyn and his friends are busy murdering a party piñata. Hob finds himself crowded against the wood being kissed within an inch of his life. Dream’s hands scrabble under Hob’s nice white shirt, groping all over his chest, and Hob manages to get a grip on Dream’s thighs to just... haul him off the ground. The kissing is unhinged, Dream’s star-lined costume cape ends up lost in the dirt... only the sound of the piñata finally succumbing to death manages to tear them apart.

Dream has never offered to "clean up" after a party in his LIFE. He's not getting paid for that! But the guests have reluctantly departed, little Robyn is all tuckered out (bless him), and Hob looks more delicious than ever. So, once Robyn is put to bed, surrounded by his new toys... Dream will finally get what he wanted when he first set eyes on Hob.

Hob gets rewarded for being a good dad... and birthday cake gets smeared into interesting places. He eats Dream out until his jaw aches, fucks him until neither of them can move any more, lets Dream lick every inch of his thickly furred chest until he's horny enough to let Dream fuck him in return.

And in the morning, Dream tells Robyn a story over a breakfast of pancakes. Everyone starts the new day very happily indeed - except the other parents, who didn't even get a passing glance from Dream!!!

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[xoxo-sarah]

Bite me again, Baby

↝pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

↝ Warning: Halloween, partying, making out, playful biting, it gets a little spicy (18+), vampire costume, not proofread

↝⎙ 10.1.23

"I like your costume."

You swirled around, the dark dress swishing around your calves. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or the music thumping, vibrating the walls and your whole being, or maybe the guy in front of you was actually hot, you'll never know. The blood in your veins burned as you stared up at him, then to his own costume.

"Joel Goodson." This guy's eyes were practically floating in his head with the amount of alcohol he had already consumed. The music was blaring, he had probably barely heard you. Whether he actually heard you or not, he moved closer, turning his head so you could talk into his ear. "Got a Lana around here?"

His lips formed a quick smirk, before he was turning back to you, faces closer now. He shook his head, "No, no Lana."

You could practically feel him pressed against you, feel the air he was exhaling.

"Hey- ow!"

Your body collided into the mystery guy as another drunken couple absentmindedly bumped into you, making their way up the staircase. Neither of them turned to apologize. The drink you had been holding now coating your front, the cup squished from being in-between your bodies.

"You alright?" A hand took the cup away, discarding it on some table nearby and looking you over. His eyes caught yours, "what?"

Waiting for you to answer, he was shamelessly with his staring. His eyes searched your whole face, from the dark eyeshadow with matching lipstick, and the little fangs that poked through your lips as you scowled, to the dried fake blood dripping down from your bottom lip. His eyes quickly glancing at your exposed cleavage that slightly rounded over the dress that fit snug against your body. The thin cape was mostly behind you, giving him a full view of your outfit. Cute.

"I'm soaked." You tried patting at your front with the napkin you had gotten with your drink, but it didn't do anything. The stench wafted through your nose, making your nose scrunch.

"Let's go get you cleaned up."

One minute, he was leading you to the bathroom and helping you get dried off and the next you had your legs wrapped around his waist, lips attacking each other. His tongue poked through, tasting the drink you had mixed together.

You pulled back for a quick second, fiddling with the hair at the back of his skull. "I don't even know your name."

He heaved, eyelids heavy. "Steve." He went in for another small peck, "And the pretty lady?" Not waiting for you to answer, he moved to your neck. One hand held your head, surely messing your hair up, while the other held your thigh as he moved to sit you on the bathroom counter.

"Y/n." He hummed, kissing on a particular spot that had you making a noise that he seemed to take as encouragement. Continuing to kiss and tongue at the same spot. When he did pull away, you were quick to change it up. You went straight for his neck, nosing around and pecking all over. He was making more noise than you.

His hands trailer up your thigh, fiddling with the skirt of the dress and hiking it up.

"Fuck," he cursed. Goddamn, you were going to be the death of him.

Smirking against his skin, you moved to his jaw, kissing all down it before nipping under his ear. His grip tightened on your thigh, surely leaving red marks. The fake fangs dug into his skin just enough that had his seeing stars. Leaning back, you swiped at the slight indent on his skin. You didn't bite hard enough to break the soft skin. Just hard enough to have both your brains go blank, only one thought bouncing around in your head.

More. More. More.

"Fucking hell."

He couldn't wait any longer. He moved back to remove his shirt, coming back for a quick peck on the lips. You were quick to follow, throwing your dress somewhere in the room. It was a small bathroom but you two were going to make it work. After discarding his clothes, he helped you the rest of the way, moving you to the edge of the marbled counter.

He began talking against your lips, hands massaging all over your top half, "Bite me again, baby."

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[pekejscatbed]

Leather Jackets and Painkillers | Jason Todd & Tim Drake

Info/Warnings:

Tim Drake-centric, Trans Tim Drake, Menstruation, Tim is on his period and in PAIN, Jason takes care of him, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Tim Drake is Red Robin. Jason Todd is Red Hood, Trans character written by trans author 

batman masterlist

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Red Robin is in the middle of tying up a pair of thugs when a particularly bad cramp hits, twisting his insides like a blender and stabbing his gut with the viciousness of Damian with his katana; he grits his teeth, willing the pain to go away, and works his nimble fingers around the cord to finish off the knot.

With the criminals now taken care of, Red Robin taps the comm link in his ear, "O, I got two thugs tied up here."

"On it, Red. Alerting police now." Oracle responds after getting the location.

Red taps his ear once more, effectively shutting off their communication, then grapples to the top of a nearby building to wait for the police just in case the goons escape, or someone comes along to cut them free. While waiting, another cramp has Red clutching at his stomach and he has to sit down on the building's roof to stop himself from swaying on his feet and falling over the edge. He groans, cursing to himself as waves of pain wash over him, and his vision flutters before he realizes what's about to happen- fuck.

Suddenly, Red Robin falls to his side, vision black as excruciating pain grabs ahold of his consciousness and knocks him out.

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Red Hood is out on patrol, surveying his territory for trouble and shooting (rubber) bullets at anyone who provides it, when he notices the collapsed figure a few buildings away, just on the outside of his territory; when he gets closer, he realizes who that figure is, red chest piece and black sleeves and leggings giving it away before Hood even sees the yellow bird head in the middle of the figures chest: Red Robin.

Muttering curses to himself, The Hood bends over and picks the other up, throwing the smaller male over his broad shoulder. With Red Robin hanging over his shoulder, Hood's arm around his thighs to keep him from slipping, Hood turns in the direction of his nearest safe house.

About halfway to his hideout, Red Hood smells the metallic odor of blood thanks to the absence of his helmet, only wearing his domino mask tonight, before he feels a wetness against his shoulder, and he curses once more. "If you got blood on my goddamn leather jacket..."

He grumbles to himself, moving faster now, obviously so he can clean his jacket sooner and definitely not because he's worried that his (brother) replacement is injured.

The pair arrive at the safe house without incident, and Hood is quick to lay Red Robin on the couch that Hood himself has laid injured on many times before. He begins to strip Red of his suit, of his crime fighting persona, starting with the mask, turning Red Robin back into Tim Drake. The cape comes off next, then the chest piece, and so on.

Tim is down to his underwear when Jason realizes the other has no injures- scratch that- no open wounds, because in this line of work? One is always injured in one way or another, Tim is no exception, but none of the youngers current injuries are bleeding, and that confuses Jason. He looks down at his jacket, which definitely has blood on the shoulder, and at his hands, that are sticky with crimson; he then goes through the difference pieces of Tim's uniform, searching for blood, when he comes across the wet spot at the crotch of his leggings- his hands pull away covered with blood, and of course he didn't see it, because Tim's leggings are black and so are his underwear, but that means-

Jason looks at Tim's chest, where identical crescent scars shape his chest, and he remembers the gender marker on Tim's file when Jason first found out he'd been replaced as Robin and went snooping, and how the F was crossed out with a M next to it, and-

Tim is on his fucking period.

------

Tim wakes up in a bed he doesn't recognize, in a room he doesn't recognize, and he's not in uniform even though he remembers that being the last thing he wore, instead dressed in an oversized pair of black sweatpants and a red hoodie that engulfs the whole upper half of his body, and he knows he's seen this hoodie before...

There's a nightstand to the right of the bed with a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water on the surface, as well as a bottled sports drink from Tim's go-to brand. In front of the nightstand are two plastic grocery bags from a corner store native to Gotham, one filled with a variety of Tim's favorite snacks and different brands of chocolate, the other filled with pads and tampons in a multitude of sizes-

Tim slips out of the bed and quietly opens the drawers of the nightstand, snooping around for anything to tell him where he is and who lives here. The first drawer contains medical equipment, bandages and gauze and hydrogen-peroxide, etcetera. The second drawer is half filled with shirts and half filled with pants, though under the clothes lies a pocketknife and picture of... Alfred and teenage Jason?!

Tim sighs, now knowing who brought him here and where he is, or where he thinks he must be: one of Jason's hideouts. Still, that doesn't mean he's safe, as Jason has hurt him before- what if this is all just a trick, a trap? Tim slowly opens the bedroom door and tip-toes his way out of the room and around the corner, where he sees a uniform free Jason hunched over on the couch, wearing grey sweatpants and a green t-shirt and scrubbing at what looks like a leather jacket.

Jason doesn't look up as he sighs, "You owe me a new jacket, pretender."

"And I owe you a new jacket because?" Tim raises an eyebrow as he walks fully into the room, stopping a few steps away from the couch.

"Because," Jason emphasizes the word as he looks at Tim, throwing the jacket at the other, "you got blood on it."

Tim looks at the stain on the jackets shoulder.

"You do know I found you passed out on a rooftop, yeah?" Tim doesn't answer, throwing the jacket back. "What happened?"

Tim scoffs. "I think you know, considering the bags you left by the bed."

"If you're in enough pain to pass out on a fucking roof, then you shouldn't be out there in the first place."

"Don't tell me what to do!" Tim oh so cleverly fires back as another rush of pain hits him full force, and he stumbles for a second before catching himself.

"You didn't take the painkillers." Jason rolls his eyes as he stands, letting his jacket fall to the couch, and he grabs Tim's arm, dragging him back to the bedroom. "Come on."

"Let me go, asshole!" He tries to fight back, but he's in too much pain, though he's brought some comfort when he's pushed to the bed and a blanket is thrown over him, and he stays quiet when Jason hands him two of the painkillers and the glass of water, taking them without protest. However, he does ask, "Why are you doing this?"

It's now Jason's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Why are you being nice to me? Don't you care that I'm..." Tim's voice trails off.

"I don't. It's none of my businesses." Jason shrugs, picking up the bag of pads and tampons from the floor and dropping them next to Tim on the bed. "You might wanna use these. I didn't... I didn't think you'd be comfortable with me going that far, so I just put you in my sweats. You can put on something else if you bled through. Bottom drawer."

Jason walks out of the room before giving Tim any time to respond, and Tim just stares for a minute, what the fuck on the tip of his tongue, before he takes Jason's advice and grabs the bag, making his way towards the bathroom.

#tim drake #tim drake fic #tim drake fanfiction #trans tim drake #ftm tim drake #jason todd #jason todd fic #jason todd fanfiction #jason and tim #tim and jason #jason todd and tim drake #tim drake and jason todd #trans character #trans male character #ftm character #batman #red robin #red hood

[sturnad]

NIGHT SHIFT p2

Pairing: y/n and Chris Sturniolo

Summary: a girl that just started working in a local cafe in her small town and a boy who just moved into her town because of his dads job.

Warnings: none

I couldnt sleep for the whole night cause I kept thinking of him. I hugged my pillow and stuffed my face in it. I let out a small sigh as i felt my eyes close. And suddenly I was asleep.

-

The next day - I woke up in the morning and rubbed my eyes, back and forth. I slowly rolled out of my bed and stretched while letting out a big yawn. I spotted my clock in the corner of my eyes. "Shit-" i said as i quickly started throwing some clothes on. I had a morning shift today and totally forgot to set the alarm. I quickly got ready and rushed into my car outside. I started pulling the handle of my car door and realized i forgot my car keys in my apartment. I quickly ran into the building and went to my apartment, unlocking it aggressively. I picked up the car keys and stormed out of my apartment after locking it.

I drove off to the cafe all stressed out. When I arrived I rushed in and all of the other workers were already there. "Where have you been?" "Youre late." some said with a tone. "Im really sorry guys I totally forgot im working a morning shift today, i- im sorry.." i said while my breathing speed increased. I almost ran out of breath from all the running around. Everyone glared at me and then returned back to their work. I quickly ran to the changing room and changed in my uniform and apron. I came out and started taking some orders.

As I was cleaning up a table i noticed that boy from yesterday sitting in the corner of the cafe behind the table for two. He was with someone older, probably his father or someting. I got all flustered again just by looking at him. After I finished up with cleaning that table i walked over to them awkwardly.

"Hello, may I take your order?" i said politely while waiting patiently.

"Yes hello." his dad spoke as he cleared his throat. The boy kept glancing at me. "Im gonna have a cappuccino and a croissant" his dad said. I nodded and wrote it down. "And Ill take some waffles please" the boy said. I smiled at him as I wrote down his order.

-

I made their order and brought it to their table. As I began placing the coffee on his dads side of table my hands were trembling a bit so I spilled a drop of his coffee accidentally.

"Oh shoot Im really sorry I-" before I could finish my sentence his dad yelled at me. "What the fuck. Be careful, what is wrong with you?!" I trembled at his sudden change of voice and tried apologizing even more but it made it worse. Tears started fulfilling my eyes. "Im really sorry Ill clean that up for you now.." i spoke as i stormed off to get some paper to clean the mess up. The boy started running after me..

"Hey, hold up!" he said. I turned my head around with watery eyes.

"Im so sorry about my dad, are you okay?" he spoke with concern in his eyes. "Ye-yea im fine, thanks.." i respond.

"Are you sure, you seem stressed.."

"Yeah i was just late for work today and im a bit freaked out.." i say.

"Oh.. do you need a hug?" he said. Even though he was a stranger I totally fell in love with i really needed that hug. I nodded and opened my arms for a hug. I fell into his arms, he wrapped his hands around me, patting my back. Later on we both pull away. I smiled at him and thanked him. He smiled back and calmed me down.

"Hey btw are you from around here?" I said out of curiousity. "Im asking out of curiousity, I mean its a small town so I know everyone but Ive never seen you.."

He chuckled and replied "No um me and my dad moved here a week ago cause of his job.."

"Oh thats great, do you like it here?" i asked.

"Its nice.." he nodded. "I actually go the county technical high school here in Cape May" he added.

"Really? Omg me too! How old are you?" i said with excitement.

"Im 19, you?" he responded. I said im 18.

"So were both seniors after the summer break huh?" he said flirtatiously. I nodded. "Yeah, Ill see you soon?" i asked. He nodded and winked. "Hell yeah. Im Chris btw", he smiled, i nodded.

"Im y/n" I said, he smiled and went back to his table, I came over and cleaned the mess i made before.

-

After my shift i went back home and I COULD NOT WAIT for the summer break to end so I could see him again in school.. very unusal for me to think that but fuck i couldnt wait for school.

TAGS:

@imwetforyourmom @slut4mattsturn

@junnniiieee07 @uhnanix @pxndaaa

@thebottledwatersupplier @h3arts4harry

OMGGG WHAT DO WE THINK?? I honestly dont think its that bad. PART 3 COMING OUT SOON!! Love yall <3

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #adelinasmasterlist #night shift

[xxxdegenerate]

Hiya! I saw you're in need of requests!

Ok one piece. Luffy. He is always for weird New people who Peaks his interest

Sooooo. Magician! A real life magician! He would freak out 🤣

The Crew wary, thinking she would hex them or use them to practice curses or other morbid stuff but she is just so sweet! She helps the Crew with her magic, like Chopper or sanji introduce him magic plants he can use for cooking etc. Luffy is more than happy to have her and when Marines come, ready to attack, she just Flicks her hand and the ship gets destroyed in one go, humming before returning to her previous task 🤣🤣

Pls! You would make my day!

I love writing OP reader, and I don't even know why. THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST. (it's acc cool as fuck to imagine this)

Luffy x Magician!Reader

❥note ;; Magician? Hell yee, I feel like I could have done better, or maybe I will write an actual story about this, because it seems really interesting!

❥tw ;; Fighting, cursing // not proofread

You walked the trail on the island you grew up in. Wearing a cape, with some gloves and a hat. The sun was setting and the breeze was calm. You were the odd one out, but that didn't stop you from having a little fun.

You waved your hand around, causing leaves around you to float about. You smiled as you lifted them up into the air. Going in circles before making various shapes.

All of a sudden, big explosions were sounded in the town just ahead. Now as much as you hate this town, and the pirates that accompany it. You rushed over, using your powers to push yourself faster.

Upon arriving, you noticed the towns people and the pirates were in a heated fight. You looked around, trying to figure out why. You snapped your fingers and some cards appeared into the air, surrounding you.

"Ah the weirdo decides to join in hah?" The captain of the lowlife pirates. You rolled your eyes and turned to face the woman. "What are you doing with the town?" You noticed how the houses were getting torn down and fights happening all around. You also happened to notice someone whiz past you and a loud laugh.

Although you decided to shake that off and keep your attention on the lady. "Just finally taking what is ours."

You flicked your hand and cards went towards her. Blowing up.

She coughed and whipped out her sword. "Two can pl-" She was tackled to the ground and a black haired boy with a strawhat sat on top of her. "What-" You choked out.

One of her crew?

You haven't seen him around here, so he must be. You flicked your hand and the two of them go flying. "Weeeee!" You heard the boy laugh.

"Who are you?" A voice, from behind you. You turn around as one of your cards stop at his neck. You narrow your eyes.

"Why are you tearing apart this town." You demanded an answer.

He tilted his head in response as he took a bite out of the chunk of meat he somehow got. "Tearing? AH woah! Your hat!" He looked confused before pointing at your hat in surpise.

"I have one too! Yours is different." You shook your head and turned around, throwing some of the other pirates off of the people.

"Woah! How do you do that?" You deadpan at the boy who followed you around.

"Are you apart of this fight or not?"

"Join my crew!"

"No! You're ruining this town!"

"No were not, that's not my friends." You were confused, you decided to just blast some smoke and go back towards the fight.

Soon, a pile of pirates sat in the center of the town. Smoke and fire erupting around. "Y/n! You did it again!" The elder lady came and thanked you.

You looked around at the town, meeting the eyes of the boy from earlier. He held a wide smile on his face. "That was cool! Join my crew."

"Who are you?"

"Luffy! I'm going to be the king of pirates."

"Sorry dude, but me and pirates do not get along." You were hesitant.

"Come with me!"

This went on for awhile, as you used your magic to held rebuild and clean the area up, he followed you like a lost dog. Watching in awe and standing on some of the broken bits of wood you would raise in the air. He was starting to get on your nerves.

You pull the wooden plank towards you with Luffy on it. "Okay, what do you want?" He smiles widely at you as he has all day. "You're cool! I want you to join me. You'll love it." He giggled.

You scratch your neck before moving him away. He seemed nice, and he did help you get rid of the pirates. But he was also a pirate.

He stretched his arms and pulled himself towards you, crashing into you.

The two of you rolled before you landed a couple feet away. "Dude-" You grabbed at him and pulled his arm, which stretched. "Okay, that's a little weird."

"Pleaseeeee."

Deciding that he would probably not take no for an answer you decided to follow him to his ship. You could either get kidnapped, killed, or worse. You knew you had this in the bag though. "If you try anything I'm teleporting away."

He laughed in response as you somehow finally reached the boat. "Didn't we pass this like an hour ago.." He launched the two of you up into the center of the ship.

"Luffy! Why did you take off! You've been gone all day!" An orange haired girl scolded Luffy. A few others appeared and started complaining. "Who is this?" A blonde man appeared next to you with a rose.

"This is.. uh."

"Y/n."

After meeting everyone they seemed very weary of you. Luffy described what you could do and they looked hesitant. They haven't seen you in battle, but they don't doubt Luffy.

"She's our new crew member!"

"When did I agree to that!!?"

You bicker back and forth for a hot minute. This man acted like a child and it made you fume. You flicked your hand and hit him on the head with a rock. Not toooooo hard, and not like it would hurt him anyone. He fell down and laughed. "Look isn't that cool."

The others around you sweatdropped and were clearly on edge.

"H-hey guys.." The long nosed dude pointed to a ship that was nearing, quickly.

While still arguing with Luffy about joining, you flicked your wrist towards the ship. The ship erupted. Pieces of wood flying and people yelling and jumping overboard. The crew watched in awe

"You are a bad influence! I am not joining your crew!" He giggled at your reaction. You shake your head and turn around, heading to jump off of the ship. Acting like taking that ship down was nothing to you. "H-hey wait.. are you sure you don't want to join?" The girl from earlier had stopped you.

You narrow your eyes. Did you really want to join a pirate crew? You looked back and see a little reindeer chasing Luffy around. "You're hurt! Stop running around!" Your eyes dart to the side, seeing the blonde serve drinks to another lady.

"Ah fuck it."

EXTRA:

Over the past week of being aboard the Sunny. It was a new experience, and you hate to admit you enjoyed these pirates. They were... fun. You helped around the ship, soon they became your family. You helped Sanji and showed him new things, for cooking. You even entertained Usopp and Luffy with your magic.

You were beginning to like the pirate life.

#one piece fluff #one piece scenario #one piece headcanons #luffy #luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy #op #x reader #fluff #Straw hats #Nami #Zoro #Sanji #Robin #Chopper

[ceilingfan5]

If you're still looking for an object + emotion prompt, "holographic vampire sticker" + "I am looking Respectfully???" for Taakitz pls?

“Hey, sick stickers,” the barista that Kravitz has been dreaming about like some kind of avenging angel whispers, cleaning tables conspicuously close to Kravitz’s set up in the cafe. 

He can’t help it. He jumps, embarrassing himself properly when he bumps his coffee and it slorshes unto the table. He scrambles to save his piles and suffocating piles of papers, and barista-angel, Taako, if his nametag can be trusted, which is doubtful, comes to the rescue. 

“Man,” he laughs. “Why didn’t you have the lid on?”

Kravitz sweats. 

“Is that why you have whipped cream on your nose?”

Kravitz imagines leaving the country. 

“Um,” he manages. “Hello.” It isn’t as suave as he hoped. Like if suave got ran over, frozen,  put in a blender, and transmitted via am radio in that order. You can hear the texture, and it’s really…something. “What?”

‘Taako’, probably, laughs, a goofy, musical sort of thing that makes Kravitz’s guts squeeze like some sort of non-FDA approved “medical” “equipment”. 

“You good, dude? You want to start over?”

“Yes!” Kravitz wants to disappear completely, but this angel is not, apparently, an angel of mercy. “Hi. Hello. Thank you for liking- I’m- they’re good stickers, yeah.”

“I like the vampire one.” He leans over and his floppy frilly shirt with the crazy sleeves for baristaing falls open over his apron, and Kravitz can see all the way to his navel. He can’t look away. He’s looking respectfully, please, please, please, he promises. 

“The, uh, the, holographic- I’m sorry, I promise I can sound like an adult man in control of himself, can I-” Kravitz takes a breath. “Yeah, they’re good, do you like vampires?”

“Hell yeah.” Taako grins, and shoots up (noooo, don’t go, Kravitz was catching a glint of a happy trail on his tummy and having Church Sanctioned Thoughts For Sure.) He throws an arm out and pretends to hide behind a cape. “Bleehhhh, I vant to suck your dick!”

Two paths diverge in front of Kravitz. There’s a breezy, sun-dappled path called Oh yeah? The feeling is mutual, stud, what time do you get off? Because if you want to get off, I’m your guy. 

The other is a steep downhill bear infested boulder plinko, called flipping his coat out like a cape, adopting the thickest dracula he can, and making a horrid face, firing right back at his blessed saint Taako, if that is his real name, “You thought I vas arousink you for horny reasons, but now all your blood is in your dick! I’ve got you now, ah- ah- ah- ah!”

Guess which path Kravitz careened down like his life depended on it. Guess. Guess.

But Taako doubles over laughing, knocking Kravitz’s nearest stack of books down. Oh no. 

“Ah- I’ve-” but Taako’s already grabbing Kravitz’s erotica research off the floor, and his eyebrows go Way Up. 

“Lookin’ up new methods?” he teases. 

“Writing original fictions,” Kravitz says, dying a thousand days. Maybe two thousand. And a half. 

“Fuck yeah, that sounds rad. Not vampire erotica, is it?” Taako looks interested. Taako looks interested??

“Not this one, but my last one, yes? Yeah? Do you- are you. Interested in vampire erotica? I have a copy in my bag, I could even sign it for you-”

“Mmmmm,” Taako grins. He grabs Kravitz’s pen and scrawls a phone number right on top of his notes. He crosses his sevens. That’s so hot of him. “I’m illiterate. How about you dramatize it for me.”

“I can do that,” Kravitz manages, swallowing thickly. “I can do that. I, hey, you’ll be an expert in the plot when you walk away.” 

“Sweet,” Taako winks, turning and heading back to work. “I’m really into plot.”

Kravitz sits there, stunned. He wonders if Taako’s serious, or if he’s just been fucked with. He wonders if he asks real nice, he can go ask for more whipped cream, cause his is gone, gone, gone like a freight train, or maybe a goofy sugar-crafted train like you’d ride to Candyland. Is there good infrastructure in Candyland? What’s their taxation like? Surely not great, right? It is a monarchy-

And then Taako jump-turns, stanced, and lifts his apron for one more “BLEHHHHHHHH!”

And Kravitz knows he’s got a chance. 

#taz #taakitz #for real #taakitz fic #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #fan5fics #tazb #taz balance #didja miss me.

[nxathyx]

Hiiiii! Could I request when tecchou’s s/o’s love language is worrying to mucho for him?

I legit forgot an inbox exists sorry for being late <33

Gn!reader x Tecchou Suehiro

Tw: cursing, mentions of reader pulling all nighters, other than that it's just fluff

°he'd definitely be a bit confused why you're so worried

"tecchou, im worried about you, you've been away from home a lot more"

"im the strongest hunting dog you needn't worry🙂

°if you cook for him because you're worried about him not eating enough he appreciates it so fucking much like oh my lord

° would definitely be worried if you stay up late at night and wait for him to get back from work

° would hug you and apologise for being away and worrying you too much

° whenever he's away he texts you every single day or calls you just to tell you he's indeed alright

° would get worried about you worrying about him too much

° 100% tries to reassure you on a daily basis that he is okay, however he'd be lying if he said he didn't appreciate how much you worry about him

° would definitely allow you to bandage his wounds if it makes you feel better

° at first he tried just not telling you how badly he was injured during a mission but after some time he realised it caused you to worry even more so now he's open about it with you, showing you the scars and trying to reassure you that he's fine and has a high durability

° okay if you're also a hunting dog I just imagine everyone looking at you two like "🤨😐🙁😒

"you could've gotten hurt, you idiot. Do you not realise how worried about you I was?"

"im sorry, my love. But I'm here with you now, aren't i? I'm alright, not even a single injury"

"can you two like.. Stfu??"

You and Tecchou have been dating for quite a bit now. He's a hunting dog causing him to be away from home more often than not, which leaves you worried and stressed about his health, both mental and physical.

The clock was about to trike 1 am as you were sat on the couch, drinking a cup of coffee, wearing one of Tecchou's basic white t-shirts as you enjoyed the taste of the bitter liquid running down your throat. You didn't know when Tecchou would come home, and that thought worried you even more as you're leg started bouncing up and down slightly in anxiety as you continued to await your lovers arrival. You looked back at the clock.. 1.34 am. And he's still not back, by this point you finished your cup of coffee as you stood up from the sofa to go and rinse the cup out, deciding you'll just leave it in the sink and wash it in the morning, as you were leaving the kitchen you heard the front door getting opened with the house key, happily and excitedly you walked over to the door, basically throwing yourself at Tecchou as soon as he closed the door behind himself.

"hm.. Why aren't you in bed yet? I think I told you to not wait for me all night long again" he said a bit quietly, he seemed tired as his arms wrapped around your waist, his palms resting on your lower back

"i know, I'm sorry. I just couldn't help but worry about when you'd get back" you replied looking at him before frowning slightly. "you look exhausted.. C'mon let's go to bed" you said as you grabbed Tecchou's fingers, leading him up the stairs into your shared bedroom, taking his hat and cape off of him, placing it on a random chair

Tecchou just smiled a little and complied before taking some clean pijamas and going to the bathroom to change into them, coming back a bit later to see you already sat in your bed, just waiting for him to accompany you. He layed down beside you, placing his head on you stomach, as one of his hands went to your hip, he sighed contently as he felt your hand go into his hair and playing with the brown locks, making him close his eyes.

"you worry me too much.."

"i know.. I'm sorry dear" there was peaceful silence for a bit before he spoke quietly "I love you" he said taking your other hand in his, bringing it closer to his mouth as he placed delicate, Angel like kisses on the back of your hand, fingers, and knuckles.

"i love you too"

#x reader #bsd x reader #tetchou x reader #bsd tecchou #tecchou suehiro #tetchou suehiro #tecchou x reader #tecchou bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #fluff hcs

[arkhamsrevenge]

What is a Cythia?  

Trigger Warning: Mentions of blood, needles, abuse, weapons etc. 

You’re best friends with Roy Harper. One night he asks for your help when Batman goes crazy and beats the hell out of Jason. (If you’ve seen the Legion of Superheroes show then you might get a lot of references here. I got really carried away. Sorry ;) )

Y/N POV 

I had settled down in my bed, determined to get 8 hours of sleep tonight. The sound of the rain tapping at my window started to lulu me to sleep.  I was happy with my success until I heard my phone ring. I rolled over to see who was calling. Roy? Confusion washed over me as I answered.  

“Cy! Thank God. I need your help.” Roy shouted. He sounded panicked...like more than usual. I quickly ran to my closet and suited up. I slipped on my bullet proof arm, chest and leg black matte armor and pulled my mask up over my nose and mouth. I then grabbed my weapons, two swords and tools. “A friend of mine is in trouble. I don’t think I'll make it in time to help him.” 

“Where are you?” I asked, getting ready to leave.  

“No, no please get to him first, he’s in trouble, south tower, over crime alley. Please hurry.” Roy said between breathes.   

“I’m on it.” I said climbing out my window immediately feeling the pouring rain start to drench me. “Who am I up against?” I asked as I made my way from roof top to roof top, grappling and leaping. 

“Batman.” Roy said, almost hesitantly.  

“Got it!” I said, knowing I’d have to burn down my safe-house once I get this over with. Good-bye Gotham after tonight..at least for a while.   “Thanks, I know Batman-” Roy started.  

“I said got it Roy. No need to explain more just focus on getting there.” I interrupted.  

“Yeah, yeah thanks Cy. I owe you.” He said hanging up. I didn’t need to know what was going on, all I needed to know was whose ass I was kicking. Finally, I approached the south tower, a flash of lightning reveled the figure of Batman himself. He was dragging someone by the helmet behind him. Fucking hero my ass. I jumped onto the rooftop and slammed my knee into Batman’s face. The caped crusader stumbled backwards, then turned to me. I landed crouching in front of whomever he had been beating on.  

“Who the hell-” I didn’t give him a chance to finish as I charged him again. This time he blocked my punches and kicks I threw at him. Clearly, he was already in a pissy mood because he had no problem throwing hard punches to my face. Some of the hits, I know by the taste of blood in my mouth. I spit the blood in his face and ducked as he swung back.  I then took out his knees and struck him with a high voltage taser. Finally knocking him out. Quickly I made my way over to the person, who I assumed is Roy’s friend as he was the only one getting his shit kicked in. I knelt next to the man, seeing his helmet was shattered all around his face. Red Hood? Batman beat the shit out of the Red Hood?  Geez and they call me brutal. Bruises and cuts were littered throughout his body. The rain was washing the blood off at least. I checked for a pulse only to get my hand grabbed. The jumped slightly as my eyes met the man’s lying on his back.  

“I’m a friend of Roy’s.” I yelled over the rain. “I’m here to help.” I said, grabbing his arm and pulling it around my shoulder. My other arm helped Hood in an upright position, his eyes dull, he looked completely out of it. I don’t blame him.  

“Shit!” A deep voice screamed. I soon heard footsteps running towards me and Red Hood. I knew by footsteps it was Roy. He was right, he would have been too late. Roy got on the other side of Hood and helped me get him to his feet.  

“Easy does it. We gotcha now bud.” Roy said. “We gotta get him out of Gotham. Do you still have a safe-house in uh...” I nodded knowing he didn’t want to say where we were going just in case we were being listened to.  But I knew where he meant. “Ok, I’ve got a car for us ready. We gotta patch him up a little bit first.”  

“Let’s get back to my place. We can clean up there.”  

Roy and I helped Hood through the window of my safe-house.  

“Let’s get him to the couch.” I suggested. Once settled, Roy and I got to work. “You still remember how to do this?” I asked. Roy nodded as he started to take the remains of hood’s helmet off as well as his armor. I started to clean all the cuts while Roy covered them in ointment and bandages.  

“Fuck Jaybird...what happened?” Roy whispered as he took the armor off. Jaybird? Oh. I knew who this was. 

“This is Jason Todd, right? You forgot to mention he’s the Red Hood.” I muttered as I started to patch Jason up. Roy shook his head.  

“Never came up in conversation, I guess.”  

“And it’s none of your business.” A rough voice rumbled. Jason was awake.  

“Oh good, his charm is still in tacked.” I expressed, slightly annoyed.  

“Hey, how ya feelin?” Roy asked, helping Jason sit up.   “Spectacular.” Jason quipped back, grunting.  

“We gotta go. Do you have shit at the safe house for us?” I nodded as I started to pack some other supplies for the journey. Roy then helped Jason into a black t-shirt and sweatpants.  

“Take him, get in the car, I'll catch up with you on my bike. I need to burn this place down.” I said tossing the bags to Roy. Roy caught the bag nodding, then hoisted Jason up and made his way out. I started to cover the safe house in gasoline. Then disabled the fire alarm as well as the sprinklers. My phone screen lights up with Roy’s caller ID on it. Now what? 

“Yeah?”  

“You gotta come with us. I’m afraid to leave Jason in the back of the car alone.” Roy whispered.   “I told you I’m fine Roy!” I heard Jason croak. I sighed.   “Ok, I’m gonna light this up then I’ll meet you three blocks down.” Then the line went dead. I grabbed a box of matches hidden in the bookcase and swiped the match. I climbed back out the window Roy and I had just pulled Jason through not too long ago and dropped the match. Immediately, the house went up in flames, taking everything with it. I then met Roy four blocks away (he went an extra block just to be safe) and hopped into the back seat with Jason. He looked horrible. His face was paling, and a black eye was forming. Jason pushed himself up with his good arm, though it was still shaking, and made the effort to get up.  

“Hold on.” I said as I scooted in and patted my lap. “Here.” Jason hesitated. “It’s going to be a long ride. You’ll be more comfortable.”  Jason clearly didn’t have the strength to argue and laid his head down on my lap. Jason’s back lay on the other two seats, while his head rested on me, he sighed almost relieved. I shut the door to the car and looked at Roy in the mirror. He nodded and drove away, as we were leaving, we saw firetrucks zoom past us.  

“Wonder where they’re going.” Roy mumbled smiling slightly at me. I mirrored him and shook my head.  

“Eyes on the road Speedy.” 

About an hour later, I was dosing off when my phone rang. Annoyed, I looked at the screen. Brainiac 5. Why was he calling? 

“Hello?” I answered.  

“I got an alert that one of your safe houses burnt down. I assume you’re alright?”  

“Yeah Brani. I’m good. I gotta stay on the DL for a bit. Can you-”  

“Already cloaking your signal. I’ll make sure no one knows where you are. Are there other people with you?” I flickered my eyes to Roy who nodded.  

“Arsenal and Red Hood.” I spoke hesitantly. Silence followed on the other end. 

“Understood, I will be covering them as well.” From his tone, I could infer that Brani was a little uncomfortable at the mention of Roy’s and Jason’s. 

“Thanks. Use the old pager, ok? I’ll keep you updated.” 

“Affirmative. Over and out.” Then the line went dead. I inhaled deeply.  

“That was him. Right?” I could tell by Roy’s tone he was upset.  

“Roy don’t start. You’re not always around. He’s my emergency contact when you're not here. Brani was only making sure I was ok. He’ll be making sure no one knows where we are.” I explained. Roy opened his mouth to say more but decided against it. “It was three years ago Roy.” I whispered.  

“Doesn't matter. He crossed a line.” Roy said through closed teeth. Damn, he’s still very upset. 

“He hurt you, Cy.” Roy muttered. “He should be behind bars.” My eyes shifted from Roy to out the window, watching the trees run by. I looked back a Jason, he was still out but breathing normally now. “He heals faster than you and I.” Roy said breaking the silence. I hummed.  

“The pit, right?” Roy nodded.  

“Yeah. He’s been through hell, like you and me. I don’t know why Batman would...” Roy trailed off. I hummed, still looking at Jason. He started to twitch, as if something was hurting him. My brow furrowed. “Is he ok?” Roy asked panicked. I lifted my hand and started to brush Jason’s hair off his face. Out of instinct, I then ran my finger through it, combing it back. Jason seemed to nuzzle into my hand and stopped twitching.  

“Bad dream.” Roy sighed in relief.  

“You would know, huh?” A sad smile appeared on my face.  

“Yeah. I would.”  

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but it felt like hours later, we arrived at the second safe house in Ohio. It was one Roy and I stayed in for a bit when he first got out of rehab. Roy turned the car off and stepped out then opened the passenger side door where I was.  

“He’s still asleep?”  

“I’m awake.” Jason’s hoarse voice made Roy and I jump a bit.  

“Sorry Jaybird didn’t think you would wake up so quickly. Can you stand?” Roy chuckled.  

“I’d worry about her not being able to stand. I’ve been laying on her for hours.” Jason croaked.   

“I’m fine.” I spoke. “Let’s get you inside before Roy has a nervous breakdown.” Roy shot me a look. Roy and I helped Jason out of the car and into the safe house. It was bigger than most, two bedrooms, one bath and half bath as well as a small kitchen/living room area.  

“Nice place.” Jason says as we all walk in.  

“Thanks, which bedroom would you like?” I asked. Jason huffed out a small laugh.   “I’m that special?” Heat started to rise in my cheeks. Why am I flustered? “I’ll take the one closest to the bathroom.” I led Roy and Jason to the bedroom that was one door away from the bathroom. We placed Jason down on the bed sitting up, Roy went to get the medical shit while I assessed the damage some more. A black eye was already formed. His lip was split, cuts and bruises littered his entire body. I looked at his arm that he was unconsciously holding.  

“Your left arm is sprained, does your shoulder hurt?” Jason nodded.  

“ROY?” I yelled. “GET A SLING.” Roy appeared two minutes later with a sling and more bandages.  

“You yelled?” I rolled my eyes and got to work. I stitched Jason’s deeper cuts and wrapped them. Two very deep ones were around his torso. Once he was set, Roy and I left the room so he could rest. I washed my hands as did Roy, we both wanted to say something, but words weren’t a choice. I didn’t even know where to start. Jason’s condition was horrible, Batman really beat the hell outta him. But why? Why so brutally?  

“Thanks, by the way.” Roy said after a long time.  

“Course. Do you want something to eat?” I asked, walking towards the fridge. Stupid question. Roy always wanted something to eat. I started cooking a batch of pasta and meatballs that would last the week. Easy to heat up. I made Roy a huge bowl with three meatballs on top. He inhaled it almost at once. “Dude come up for air.” Roy squinted his eyes as his cheeks were full of pasta.   “on’t ell e wha o o” Roy said with a mouth full of pasta. I started to laugh.  

“I think you said, “Don’t tell me what to do”. Yes?” Roy nodded then started to chew and swallow.  

“Eat.” He said pointing to the pot of pasta. I hesitated. “Eat, please.” I licked my lips and got myself a bowl of pasta. “Protein. At least two meatballs.” I turned to Roy with my mouth open about to snark back but didn’t. Roy gets more protective when he’s stressed. I put my bowl down next to Roy.  

“He’s gonna be ok Roy.” I said wrapping my arms around Roy's shoulders, hugging him from behind.  

“Yeah.” That was all that came out. I knew Roy was trying to hold it together but I saw through it.  

“Got to bed. I’ll clean up here.” Roy shook his head.  

“Not gonna happen. You get the last bedroom. I’m taking the couch. I clean-up” I didn’t want to argue even though I wanted to. Roy sleeps better on my couch anyway. “I’m sure you’ll check on Jason at least once an hour. So, take the other bedroom. It’s right next to Jason’s.” I hesitated for a moment. “I know you.” I smiled at Roy then finished my dinner and headed off to bed.  

I was staring at the ceiling lost in thought before I looked at the clock. 1 am. I got up and opened the door to Jason's room. Jason was awake and he was surprise to see me as much as I was surprised to see him.  

“Hey.” He finally said.  

“Hi. I uh...I came to check on you.” Jason nodded.  

“Yeah, I know, Roy came in here about 20 minutes ago. He also said I should expect you every hour?” I closed my eyes in annoyance.  

“Of course, he did. I hate it when he’s right.” Jason chuckled.  

“That’s rare.” I bit the inside of my cheek to try not to laugh.  

“How are you feeling.” I asked. Jason’s eyes went down. Shit. 

“Physically I’m doing better than I was 7 hours ago.” Jason swallowed roughly.  

“Are you feeling ok to eat something or would water be a better option?” Jason seemed to be studying me.  

“Who are you?” That’s fair. I never gave him my name. 

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.” Jason’s eyes lit up slightly.  

“You’re the girl Roy crashed with. I thought you were fake.” I smiled.  

“No, I am very much real. Nice to meet you, Jason.” I said as Jason stuck out his good hand. I held it in mine and shook.  

“Why does Roy call you Cy?” I blinked and let go of his hand.  

“Uh..well it’s short for Cythia.” 

“What is a Cythia?" Jason asked quizzically. “Don't get me wrong it sounds bad ass but...”  

I chuckled.  

“Tell you what, if you drink a full glass of water; I’ll tell you during breakfast.” Jason paused for a moment. Then nodded.  

“Deal.”  

“Help her!” Roy stood in the doorway stunned for a moment. There was a knock on his door, and he thought Y/N had returned from her mission. She left three days ago when Brainiac 5 called her saying he needed her help with Luthor. Jason, who had been hiding out with her and Roy for about 2 months now insisted he was fine. Roy wasn’t too keen on letter Y/N go on a mission with Brainiac 5 but ultimately told her to go.  

“You friend needs you. I understand the panic.” He finally said. Y/N hugged Roy goodbye and waved to Jason. 

“I’ll be back in a week. You're sure you’ll be, ok?” She asked Jason, who smirked.  

“Yeah Doll, I’ll be ok. Roy's here.”  

“I’m aware, that’s why I asked.” Jason laughed as Roy reeled back like he was hurt. 

“Hey! I’m responsible!” Y/N chuckled then grabbed her duffle bag and walked out the door. Once she was gone, Jason spoke up.  

“Miss her already?” Roy shook his head.  

“I don’t trust Brainiac 5. I don’t understand why she keeps in contact with him. Why she helps him.” Jason had seen Roy angry before but damn. It still surprised him how the laid back Roy Harper could be so cold when he wants to.  

“Maybe that’s how she healed?” Jason suggested. Roy started to pace, something he did when he was pissed. About three years ago, Brainiac 5 unlocked the original Brainiac code knowing there was a big chance of corruption. But Brainiac 5 wanted to prove that he was better and brighter than the OG Brainiac. It corrupted Brainiac 5 and destroyed a lot in its wake. When the other legionaries stepped in to try and stop him, so many got hurt. Y/N was one of them. Roy remembered the call he got from Saturn Girl, telling him to get Y/N far away from Brainiac 5 as she could. Brainiac 5 had sliced her back opened almost killing Y/N. If his blade had been a centimeter longer then he would have severed her spine. He did leave a huge scar that ran right down the center of Y/N’s back. Once Y/N was better she didn’t go back to the Legion. 

 “I mean the guy almost killed her AND CAUSES HER CHRONIC PAIN AND...” Roy stopped realizing he was about to spill Y/N business to Jason. It wasn’t his story to tell.  

“Yeah. I know. I heard you guys when we were all in the car 2 months ago.” Jason confessed.  

“I thought you had passed out.” Jason shook his head.  

“Nope. Just too weak to open my eyes.” Roy clenched his jaw. “I still don’t know the whole story but...I’ve see the scar.” Jason muttered almost ashamed. Roy’s eyebrows scrunched together.  

“How?” Jason shifted on his feet.  

“I walked in on her changing about a month ago. She didn’t even notice me I don’t think but her back was towards me. I just had to do a search in a couple databases, and I got the full story.” Jason explained.  

“I just hope she’s ok...” Roy trailed off.  

Today, she hadn't checked in with him or Jason. That was unusual, she always paged Roy and Jason but today, she didn’t contact either one of them. It’s the whole reason he kept the pager on him while she was gone, that was the only way she’d communicate that, and Jason still used one for some reason.  Jason felt something was wrong but hoped he was just being paranoid and now he’s looking at Brainiac 5, the last person he thought he’d see, carrying an unconscious and bleeding Y/N. And on top of all that Roy was frozen with either anger, fear or both.  

“Help her, please!” Brainiac screamed. Jason pushed Roy aside, seeing Y/N in Brainiac 5’s arms.  

“Come on.” He said leading Brainiac 5 inside. Roy finally woke up and ran to get the emergency kit. It’s different than a first aid kit, as it has heavy duty shit. “What happened? Where is she hurt?” Jason asked as Brainiac 5 set Y/N down on the floor. Her face was pale, breathing shallow and her clothes were soaked with blood. He swallowed roughly, she looked dead. 

“She was only down for a second. I didn’t even...” Brainiac 5 trailed off. “Her shoulder and chest. That’s where she’s hit.” Roy pushed Brainiac 5 aside and started to get Y/N out of her clothes. He took off her jacket seeing only a tank top which was soaked in blood underneath.  

“Why isn’t she in her bullet proof suit?” Roy asked frantically, seeing one of the bullet holes was just above her heart.  

“I... told her she didn’t need it when she arrived, she wasn’t going in the line of fire unless necessary, but we were betrayed.” Brainiac 5 explained as he started to remove the bullets still lodged inside Y/N. Jason’s temper flared as did Roy’s but they controlled it for now. The important thing is to keep Y/N alive. After Brainiac 5 removed the bullets, Roy started to stitched his friend closed while Jason bandaged and wrapped the wounds.   “Shit, shit her heart beat is faltering.” Jason said, starting to push on her chest. Starting CPR. 

“She’s lost too much blood, she’s gonna need a transfusion-” Roy started. 

“You.” Brainiac 5 addressed Jason. “You have her blood type.” Jason felt a small wave of hope cover him. He could help her. 

“Then take it.” Roy’s head snapped to Jason who was starting to tie off his arm.   “Dude your still recovering.” Roy said, taking over pumping Y/N heart for her.  

“Roy, we don’t have time to argue, get the needles.” Roy snapped his saw shut and nodded. Brainiac 5 just stared over Y/N’s body, guilt was flooding his system. He should have planned better. Jason grabbed two needles and a tube in order to do the transfusion. Roy inserted one side into Y/N’s arm while Jason did the same to himself. Everyone was silent for a minute. 

“That’s good.” Brainiac finally said, trying to help. Roy nodded to Jason, who pulled the needle out of his arm as Roy mirrored the action for Y/N. “Vitals are returning to normal.” Jason saw her chest start to rise and fall steadily, though the breath was shallow. “She’s gonna be ok...but she needs to rest.” Roy nodded, preparing to pick up his friend until Jason stopped him.     “I got her, you're on clean up.” Jason didn’t hear any protest from Roy, not that he would have listened, and carefully picked up Y/N limp body and carried her into her room. It almost scared him seeing her like this. Cold, pale, almost lifeless.  

“So Roy thought you said Cythia and not Cynthia?” Jason laughed, trying not to choke on pancakes.  

“Shut up. I was really high.” Roy answered grumpily. Y/N shook her head.   “Yeah, you were, but it’s still funny that you still call me Cy.” Y/N said smiling, bumping Roy with her elbow. Jason smiled slightly at the memory. Y/N had kept her promise and told Jason how she and Roy met. It was during Y/N’s time in the Legion, and he was in Young Justice. Roy fell off the deep end once or twice. Y/N was the only one who stayed by his side; Jason was dead then and couldn’t be there for him. Y/N helped Roy get and stay sober, he spent most days on her couch working on riding his addiction. Y/N set him up with a therapist as well. She did so much for him during that time that he was more than happy to help her recover when she was injured.  

Jason lay Y/N down on her bed and covered her with a blanket, keeping her warm. She’ll need some antibiotics. Jason brushed her hair out of her face, just as she had done for him. He didn’t tell Roy, but he woke up to her comforting him, and for a second Jason felt warm. But he was also confused, she treated him so kindly and even jumped between himself and Batman, though she didn’t know his name. Yet, Roy spoke of her as one of the most stone cold fighters he’s ever known.  

“I’m tellin ya, Jaybird. She’s a badass. You’d really like her, she’s moody and sarcastic like you.” Jason sat down next to the sleeping Y/N and took her hand, it was cold, very cold. He bit his lip wondering what to do next, specifically what to do with Roy and Brainiac 5. Roy was going to try to kill him for sure once shock settled. Jason got up and made his way back to Roy.  

“I’m sorry. I am, no one is sorrier than I am. I messed up I got that but-” 

“You better pray she makes it out of this alive. Or I will activate you if it’s the last thing I do.” Jason heard Roy sneer. Roy was staring down the coluan. Roy was bigger and taller than Brainiac 5. Jason put his hand on Roy’s shoulder. “Get out. NOW!” Roy roared. Brainiac 5 clenched his fists.  

“I’m staying until she wakes up, then I’ll go. Ok?”  

“Fine.” Roy said through gritted teeth. With that Brainiac 5 went back thought the door.  

“I’ll be back with some more antibiotics.” Jason shut and locked the door to their safe house, he turned to Roy who was trying to scrub blood off the floor.  

“I want him gone Jaybird. Gone from this place, gone from her life. I want him gone.” Roy whispered. Jason crouched down to Roy’s level.  

“I know. He will be after he knows she’s ok.” Roy shook his head.   “He won’t leave her alone. He’ll try to make-up for his mistake. I want him gone.” Jason didn’t know what to say, he just continued to help Roy clean the safe house. About a half hour later, Brainiac 5 came back.  

“Here, lets hook this up to her.” Brainiac 5 said heading into Y/N’s room. Jason and Roy followed after him. When they turned the corner, Brainiac 5 was standing in front of the doorway.   “Hey move twerp!” Roy snarled pushed Brainiac 5 out of the way. Jason then heard Roy gasp and moved further in letting Jason make his way. Jason then caught the eyes of Y/N opened and alret. She was standing up, looking out the window of her bedroom. As if surveying the aera.  

“Y/N?” Brainiac 5 whispered. She didn’t take her eyes away from Jason. He held her gaze wondering what she was thinking. “Y/N? Are you ok?” Brainiac 5 said carefully making his way over to her. “You shouldn’t be standing.” Y/N huffed a laugh and smiled though no humor was behind it. Tearing her eyes away from Jason, Y/N’s eyes fell on Brainiac 5 

“Are you kidding?” Y/N’s voice was chilling. Roy took a step back and stayed beside Jason. “Am I ok?” Brainiac 5 continued to get closer.  

“You were shot, we were betrayed-” Brainiac 5 started.  

“We? WE? No, we were not betrayed. I was!” Y/N’s voice was rising with every word. “I heard you! You’re not as fucking smart as you think you are.” She said coming towards Brainiac 5. “You-AH!” Y/N screamed as she dropped to her knees holding her shoulder. Jason and Roy rushed to her side. Her eyes were squeezed shut.  

“Breathe through it, we’re right here.” Jason whispered. Y/N inhaled slowly and released it. She then looked up at Brainiac.  

“Get. Out.” She sneered. Roy and Jason helped her stand up. This was too familiar to Jason. Roy and Y/N had helped him like this 3 months ago. Brainiac blinked.  

“I can explain-” 

“I DON’T WANT YOUR EXPLANATION! GET OUT!” Y/N roared, lunging forward. Jason caught her as her knees buckled. Roy, however, grabbed Brainiac by the back of the neck and dragged him out of the room. Jason held Y/N a little longer. He didn’t know what she was thinking until he felt tears on his arms. Y/N wasn’t angry, she was heartbroken. 

“Roy was right.” Y/N whispered to Jason. “I shouldn’t have gone. All he did was fuck me over.” 

Jason pulled her back to her bed and sat her down. He then crouched down in front of her.  

���I didn’t know coluans had dicks.” Y/N choked out a laugh. “Sorry I’m terrible in serious situation.”   Jason whispered with a small smile. Y/N looked up and wiped her tears away. 

“Neither am I. I hate this.” Jason didn’t want to press further. “I assume Brani brought me back here.” Jason nodded. “What happened next? You and Roy patch me up?” Jason nodded again.  

“The green elf took the bullets out and he got you antibiotics too. Wouldn’t leave until he knew you were ok.” Y/N looked away from Jason. He didn’t mention how it was his blood that helped save her.  

“Well now he knows.” Y/N said coldly, she then looked at something behind Jason.  

“He’s gone Cy.” Roy said making his way towards the two, he then took a seat beside Y/N. “We got some pain meds for you...not that you’ll take them but the antibiotics you will be taking.” Y/N hummed.   “Got it.”  

“You should rest.”  

“Not tired.” Roy sighed.   “Just at least try, ok? We’re leaving in the morning.” Y/N cocked her head. “Brain-he is going to be kept far away from you as I can get him. I already called Kori, we are gonna use an old base in an island.” Y/N swallowed and inhaled.   “Ok.” She breathed out. “I’ll rest.” Roy carefully gave Y/N a small hug. Jason stood up and grabbed her hand. Smiling softly, he released it.  

“Night Doll.” With that both him and Roy left the room. Once they were in the kitchen again, Roy spoke up.  

“So, when were you going to tell me you like Y/N?” 

(Pt. 2?)

#jason todd x you #jason todd #red hood imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine

[lucas-deziderio]

Dezi reads Pact: Null 9.6

I truly hate being negative, but it's time for me to complain about Pact's power scaling. You see, most fantasy stories where people use powers to fight one another usually scale upwards. Our protagonist gets more powerful in order to face more dangerous foes and so give the story higher stakes. We all know that. Wildbow even follow that formula in Worm, where Taylor learns new tricks she can pull with her power, gets access to more varied insects and pairs up with more powerful capes to take down increasingly dangerous threats.

Now going back to Pact: a story about wizards and magical beings battling against one another, with a very wide range of possible powers and abilities. And even then, we're halfway through our story and our protagonist has absolutely nothing on him! All of the abilities he painstakingly conquered were taken away from him. If anything, Blake is weaker now than he was in the very first act. Still, the author is throwing him on a fight against a very powerful demon.

My man here just went through the magical equivalent of a 16 hour shift at your local Arby's! His hands are mangled, one of his eyes stopped working, he just relived a very traumatic event in the last couple hours. His only weapon is a broken sword that hurts him while being wielded. There is absolutely no way he's in condition to fight against Ur. Just a couple arcs back he went into that same fight but with actual preparation, a plan and allies and still got his ass kicked. There is nothing in the narrative that can justify him being defeated then but surviving now when the odds are even more against him.

It's not even like Wildbow wrote himself into a corner. In previous chapters we were made aware that Blake has had allies that were eaten by Ur. He could have met them again in the Drains and gotten their help. Or he could have made an actual deal for power with the dead god he found. But nope!

I came to this book waiting for battles were magic and preparation mattered. I love hard magic systems specifically because you can have tactical confrontations where the practitioners can use the rules themselves against one another. But this? This is a mangled man with zero tools in his arsenal going up against a Lovecraftian beast and surviving out of luck.

No. No, no, no! This might be a pyrrhic victory at best, but Ur has absolutely zero reasons to not swallow you up again right now. And I must emphasize:

WINNING 👏 DOESN'T 👏 MATTER 👏 IF 👏 YOU'RE 👏 IN 👏 THE 👏 DRAINS 👏 AGAIN!! 👏

That's it. I'm pissed. This is the second time that a big arc ending battle in this story has left me pissed with its plot armor. Blake should be dead right now.

Anyways, moving on, there is another detail that also pissed me off in this chapter:

Blake, you should definitely be taking a very long bath right now. First because that whole dimension was nasty and I don't want to imagine you looking like a sewage golem for the rest of the story. Second because, as someone who has experienced homelessness, you should be well aware of how people treat you differently when you're dirty or clean. And third because you desperately need power right now and we have been shown in this story that spending time on your home, relaxing and taking care of yourself can help one replenish theirs. NOW GET IN THE FUCKING BATHTUB!

OK, I think my negativity spree is over. Let's see what's next...

OK, this isn't the end of the world. Part of me was hoping he would get to reactivate his connections once he was back to our world, but it looks like that's a no-go. At least it's just a material thing. He can buy another bike or get the same back later. Don't worry, guys.

The important part is that now he's gonna meet the rest of the cast and get reintroduced into the main plot...

OH MY GOD, EVAN WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO RECOGNIZED HIM! EVAN WASN'T AFRAID!! I'M NOT WELL!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!

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[wellthebardsdead]

The loved & the forgotten pt6

Part 5 here

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Vivienne: *wrapped in Kaidans cape as Taliesin carries him down the hill back to the horses, whole body aching from the ordeal he’d narrowly survived* im sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…

Taliesin: *tears freezing to his face as he trudges through the snow holding the smaller elf tight* shhh don’t apologise, we’ll get you back into the city and take you to a healer alright?…

Vivienne: *just staring off into blank space, eyes glazed over as his mind struggles to process everything that’s happened* I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…

Taliesin: *sighs and gently covers his face with the dark fabric to keep him warm before looking back to see Kaidan throwing the spear away for the hundredth time* Kaidan give it up! It’s going to keep coming back to him!

Kaidan: *catches it as it comes flying back like a boomerang* HOW THOUGH!? *snaps it over his knee only for it to reform* WHAT EVEN IS THIS FUCKING THING?!

Taliesin: I don’t know but it’s clearly bound to him, I’m sure that Neloth fellow can tell us when we get to solstheim. *pulls himself up onto his horse and holds Vivi in his arms*

Vivienne: I don’t want to meet him anymore…

Taliesin: I?… why not love?…

Vivienne: *looks up at him with such sad hopeless eyes* I know the truth now… I know why I’m so despised… why I’m not allowed near the temple… why the daedra want me dead… except for… *feels the ring on his finger and tears up again* I don’t understand anything anymore…

Taliesin: shhh *leans down and presses his forehead to his* can I kiss you?…

Vivienne: *sniffles and shakes his head breaking into sobs again* I’m c-covered in piss.

Taliesin: …I was wondering what that smell was…

Kaidan: *suddenly climbs onto his horse, spear nowhere in sight* right, let’s get going.

Taliesin: I… Kaidan-

Kaidan: don’t ask, let’s just go.

Muatra: *stuck under a bunch of stones from boethias statue and tangled up in the sticky webs of the cocoon Mephala had created to protect Vivienne. Rattling violently as it tries to escape and return to its masters hand, following the enchantment Vivec placed on it long ago*

*A few hours later*

Vivienne: *laying on a bed in the white phial, now clean and warmly dressed, letting out soft frightened whimpers as Quintus inspects the full extent of the damage*

Kaidan: d-do you really have to look in that deep?

Quintus: *kneeling between the dunmers legs* yes though- outside of an extreme amount of bruising he thankfully has no further physical damage though- mental and emotional damage I’m afraid I can’t heal… Did he tell either of you who did this to him? Judging by the bruising on his pelvis and hip bones and the- claw marks on his torso, I’d say he’d been molested by a frost troll.

Taliesin: no he wouldn’t say, he just keeps repeating that he’s sorry and he knows the truth now… but it wasn’t a frost troll I assure you, whoever it was-

Vivienne: *staring up at the wooden ceiling* Molag Bal…

Everyone: *goes silent*

Kaidan: Molag b-WHUGH!!! *suddenly gets pinned to the wall by his cape as muatra explodes through the window and stabs into the fabric and old wood* ugh… fock…

*a few more hours later*

Vivienne: *laying in his bed in the corner club, Kaidan & Taliesin both sitting beside him, tentatively letting him know they’re there but both too scared to lay beside him just yet in case they frighten him after what he went through*

Kaidan: *gently stroking his hand, letting the dunmer feel how warm his skin is, how full of life he is* shhh, it’s just me lyrebird, don’t be scared…

Taliesin: *brushing his now clean fluffy white hair from his face* would you like anything before bed?… I can make you that tea you’d li-

Vivienne: *sniffles and sits up hugging onto both of them wanting to be held and comforted*

Taliesin: *looks to Kaidan and nods* I’ll lay by the wall and-

Kaidan: he’s in the middle and I’ll guard you both with my body.

Taliesin: I- was going to say so he’ll have room to move if he wakes up in a fright but… yes… thank you, love…

Kaidan: *presses his forehead to his and gently strokes the altmers cheek* okay climb in- *carefully moves Vivi into his arms* I’m just holding you now okay Vivi?… you know We’d never touch you without your consent…

Vivienne: *nods sadly and rests his head against his chest as Taliesin gets comfortable* I know… I’m sorry I went off on my own… I wanted to get rid of the sword- I wanted to be left alone I just-

Kaidan: shhh, you don’t need to apologise… we’re not mad… *looks up to see Taliesin waiting looking equally as tired and concerned as him* okay we’re going to lay you down now, if you’re scared you can tell us alright?…

Vivienne: *nods and curls up a little as Kaidan lays him down, feeling so pathetic and small* i should be used to this… being used like this… I’ve been touched like that hundreds of times why-… why am I so afraid now?…

Taliesin: *tucks the blanket up over him and let’s him see where he’s resting his hands* I’d be surprised if you weren’t frightened after that ordeal…

Kaidan: He’s called the prince of rape for a reason, love… *lays down beside him letting him see every movement he makes, both him and Taliesin utterly terrified any wrong movements could trigger a panic reaction*

Vivienne: he said… I’m his spouse?… his bride he called me… Vivec- me?… I?… married him a long time ago and when the nerevarine destroyed the heart of lorkhan Vivec- slept with him and… gave birth to me as- his new life…

Taliesin: you gave birth… to yourself. I… given everything I’ve read about vivec that honestly makes a lot of sense but… this still isn’t good…

Kaidan: you’re telling me… he’s married you without your consent-*spots the ring on Vivienne’s finger* is that-

Vivienne: *holds up his hand looking at the ring* …no, it’s not a wedding band it… was the ebony blade I think but… Mephala- when she saved me she… said this ring would keep me hidden but I don’t understand how…

Taliesin: maybe it’s ench- *eyes going wide watching as vivienne clenches his hand and suddenly disappears entirely* LOVE?!

Kaidan: VIVI?! *feels the bed in a panic and earns a surprised giggle as he unintentionally pokes his armpit*

Vivienne: *opens his hand and snickers a little at their responses* oh it turns me invisible!

Kaidan: *sighs and smiles with relief, just so happy to make him laugh after the horror he’d endured* don’t scare me like that.

Taliesin: *smiles and holds his hand close to his dunmer lovers* can I hold and kiss you goodnight dear?…

Kaidan: me too love?…

Vivienne: *smiles sadly, feeling loved that they care enough to ask but feeling terrible that they feel like they have to* you don’t have to ask me- I’ll always say yes- *blushes as Taliesin takes his hand in his and kisses his forehead while Kaidan just hugs him close*

Taliesin: We want to be sure we won’t scare you…

Kaidan: You went through something traumatising love… we don’t want to slip up and make you relive it.

Vivienne: *looks up at them before rubbing his eyes as tears begin to form* o-oh- s-stop making m-me cry- *sniffles* I’ve cried enough today I… j-just hold me…

Taliesin & Kaidan: *both smile at each other then at him before embracing one another and their dunmer lover*

Taliesin: …Kaidan where’d you put the spear?

Kaidan: … I left it at the phi- *jumps as it suddenly smashes through the window stabbing into the wall above the bed* …

Taliesin: …

Vivienne: …can one of you move it please id rather not be laying under it again.

#skyrim #vivienne dragonborn #tw: implied sa #tw: implied non con #tw: implied rape #Kaidan skyrim #vivec #skyrim taliesin

[dballzposting]

I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. BUT IS THIS REALLY REAL? ARE WE ALL SEEING THIS?

- Dragon ball wont fucking die so they have to keep coming up with new shit and they were like OK. Let’s do a Goten & Trunks thing. It’s untapped potential. 

- Becasue of that, becasue of them needing a story to tell, they indirectly confirmed many things that many of us already assumed but could never be said. Things like: Goten & Trunks still hang out even when they get a little older (although to be fair in the Super anime we saw them together constantly, but still, the gap between that and EOZ was unspoken for); they play video games; goten & trunks are still on the same wavelength; THEY ATTEND THE SAME SCHOOL, etc etc.

- THIS IS HUGE ! CANON GOTEN & TRUNKS MANGA! THIS ISNT FUCKING FANART! THIS IS REAL SHIT!!!!!

Im only like um 10 pages in but commenting on what I’ve seen: ARE YOU SEEING THIS SHIT ???

THIS IS SO FUNNY ...

- “we need to do a story with goten and trunks.” “What should they be doing?” “Um, the franchise is doing a SUPERHERO theme right now, so they should be SUPERHEROS, Like The Great Saiyaman!” “AWESOME! But why? They thought that the Saiyaman stuff was a little lame, no doubt..?” “Well. They’re dragon ball characters so they just have a natural affinity for saving people and being helpful, first of all. Second of all, Goten & Trunks are certified teens now so aesthetic and style is important to them, they absolutely would not go for that saiyaman shit. So clearly they have a DIFFERENT source of inspiration.” “What you mean like a video game character or something...?” “...YES.”

- “Okay so WHAT sort of video game hero is he like.. what’s his SCHTICK?” “Um. IDK. He cleans shit. Mr. Clean.” “We’ll call him...CLEANGOD. It’s stupid enough that it’s in-line for Goten & Trunks.”

AND GOTEN & TRUNKS ARE REALLY STICKING TO THAT CLEAN SCHTICK !!!! AND IT’S SO STUPID BECASUE THEY LITERALLY .. 

HAVE TO COMMIT TO THIS BIT! GAH!!

LIKE THEY MADE CLEANING COOL!! Gotta Take Out The Trash . . . 

and it’s dragon ball and it won’t fucking die so now they play video games and everyone has a CELL PHONE. Fuck it. Chichi on FaceTime

^ GOTEN YANKING OFF HIS PANTYHOSE ??

And “Our Transformation Sequences Aren’t Heroic At All.” That’s what he calls it. That’s what he says. That’s how he thinks.

HERE’S A SCENE THAT’S GOING TO MAKE ME THROW UP:

WHAT DOES THAT FUCKING MEAN !!!

in this manga, Trunks has to ask Pilaf to make him a watch like The Great Saiyaman’s so that he can change outfits instantaneously. Like, he doesnt know how to make one himself. Like .. MAYBE GOTEN ISNT BEING SHITTY but HE REALLY MEANS IT ?! Guys this is a canon manga. Toriyama worked on this shit. We can’t take this lightly. DOES TRUNKS NOT KNOW HOW TO DO SHIT?

Trunks says that and then Goten is like “Clearly you don’t know how to suicidebait people online.” IS THIS REAL?

Does Trunks sit down at the computer like Vegeta and cross his arms and squint really hard and like ... NOT REALLY UNDERSTAND WHAT’S GOING ON OR HOW IT WORKS? Like. Maybe he can do mechanical stuff. He can build a BMX bike and he can help his mom make blueprints. He can fix shit. But computers, are, like, it all happens behind the scenes, man. Those motherboards are tiny. Maybe he just doesnt fair well with what he cant SEE. Who knows...

UP NEXT: SON GOTEN PANTY SHOT ?!

HIS PHONE IS IN THERE VIBRATING. YES HE HAS A PHONE. EVERYBODY HAS A PHONE NOW. 

BUT... WHERE’S THE POCKET EXACTLY ...?

THE COMPOSITION OF THIS SHOT .. THEY HAD TO DRAW HIS CAPE LIGHTLY WAVING OUT OF THE WAY ... SO WE CAN ALL SEE HIS ASS VIBRATE ..

WAIT. GIVE ME LIKE 5 MINUTES. 

Speaking of Son Goten’s outfit. Look at his jeans and belt:

Typical enough in dragon ball but like... I’m jealous. Who bought him that nice ass belt.

Anyway this is just so stupid look at this.

Goten on his damn phone. Trunks is like “I just wanna FIGHT SOME MIGHTY EVIL and do it with swagg :/”

Honestly I feel for the kid. In blood and upbringing, he just wants to do good, kick ass, and pop off. Hang in there little dude...!

KINTO-UN CAMEO ! Also THEY GO TO THE SAME SCHOOL?!!1>?!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?

I should save the rant about their superhero outfits for a different post but IDK when that’ll be. Theyre just so stupid. They’re skintight yet bulky at the worst points. Theyre ugly colors. GOTEN HAS A LONG, LUXURIOUS CAPE while Trunks has a TINY BABY BITCH CAPE and I KNOW they pick on each other for that stuff.

Goten is like “Atleast my cape isnt a napkin. Atleast when we’re in the air everybody can see my cape and know I’m a superhero.” And then when he goes to the bathroom and comes back there is pee and toilet paper stuck on his cape and it gets caught on all the door handles.

Trunks is like “Goten. You don’t live in Capsule Corp so I dont blame you for not knowing this, but when you design any new product, you have to learn how to marry STYLE with USE. My cape has attitude, it’s short and advant-garde, it’s recognizable, and it’s PRACTICAL. Your cape is gonna have you getting tangled up in yourself while trying to catch bullets.”

Goten is like “It is YOU who doesnt know anything about style. Watch my cape frame every pose I pull, silhouetting me against the backdrop of carnage that we have arrived to fix; watch my cape dance behind me like a loyal shadow; watch my large, classy, strong cape bring comfort to these towns on SIGHT, while your tiny baby bitch cape distinguishes you only as a feckless fool, an EMBARRASSMENT to heroes everywhere, and the forces of evil will point and laugh when you threaten them!”

and then when goten walks away Trunks just picks up goten’s cape and puts it on some piece of metal infrastructure protruding from the building theyre arguing behind, and he watches as it just completely tears off as Goten stubbornly maintains his pace walking away.

#dballz posting #DBS CH 88 LIVEBLOGGING

[wimbledonsoot]

[the fall] - I'M LIKE A RACOON IN A GARAGE (ep. 4)

the plot begins to thicken as you enter the masquerade held by Mr. Jacobs in disguise and try to discover exactly what you need to know to incriminate him. as you attempt to interrogate him however, you see something that makes solving this near-impossible case even more difficult.

trigger warnings for this chapter: canon typical violence, karlnap making out + hints at Karlnapity as a whole canon thingamabob, alchohol drinking, being drunk, mentions of throwing up, implication of sexual thoughts, innuendo, suggestive comments, wolf-whistling

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You would like to dig yourself a hole and die in it at this point, but instead you've got to pretend to be civil and kind to someone you think is maybe friends with a serial killer.

Which is honestly just not a good situation for you.

Initially, you'd planned to infiltrate Mr. Jacobs' house and then threaten him, but luckily enough, it seemed the man was having a party.

A large one, involving masks.

Which, of course, you were all excellently equipped for, save for your lack of any and all respectable (read: clean) clothing.

Which meant you need to commit some low-level crime (read: breaking and entering, theft, and assault. Just your average everyday shit).

Sneaking in through the window is simple, and the route to the bathrooms is easy enough, because here it is relatively empty. Mr. Jacobs has a large house (and likely a larger stack of money to go with it) and thus you're pretty much invisible. Luckily enough, however, you manage to stumble upon a group of people, and because they're spoiled ass rich ones, they're entirely too easy to knock out.

And then to drag to the bathroom.

You strip them down to their socks and underwear and then observe the clothing colection.

And curse god some more.

Because somehow, you managed to bag the most eclectic, individualistic, batshit crazy dressed people at this entire party, because the amount of furs and shit makes you want to run away and dive into the sea and then just like. drown.

Oh look. Fish scales.

You inhale deeply and bonk your head against the wall, groaning out.

"I'm not fucking wearing fish scales!" You protest.

"I'll wear the scales," Philza says.

Apollon winces, "I'll do the uh... bird costume," he spreads his wings, "these'll fit I think."

Phantom willingly goes for the whole-ass gold suit and stalks into a bathroom, while Dream eyes the lime green suit in distrust before picking it up and discovering the matching shoes, which are (hopefully) fake snakeskin cowboy boots. You can't help but laugh at him, and he sourly points at what they've left you with.

God must hate you.

Because sitting on the ground are two outfits, matching. One has a deadass cape hanging off of it, and the other's a suit with a neckline so daringly wide open that you really can't say you're fully dressed when wearing it.

And oh, lo and behold, they're both red as blood. Kind of fitting, at least in relation to your company.

"I'll do the cape," you say, hurriedly picking it up, "Sorry."

"I'll uh... figure out something with the buttons," The Blood God replies.

You shrug, a smirk on your lips, "Don't. It'll suit you I think." It slips out, you swear it does, but you'd be lying if you said that him blushing underneath his mask doesn't make your smirk grow wider. Seriously? What's wrong with you?

You silently go into the bathroom, but not before you hear Phantom snickering, "Smooth bestie."

Did he just say bestie?

---

Techno is seriously considering his life decisions as well, because the shirt is virtually buttonless and open to such an extent that it's ridiculous.

The buttons are open to as far as his navel (what was up with the guy who was originally wearing this - it's ridiculous?) but even when he does them all up, it still exposes most of his upper pectorals. It mostly lies in the cut, and it's still smaller even when he's shifted back into his human form.

Because there was no way in hell those pants would have been long enough for him.

Now, they fit well enough, albeit a bit loosely, and he'll admit that the outfit does look rather good on him. It's still a tad too revealing, but with the remaining buttons closed, he can live with it.

He still wishes he didn't have to do this in the first place.

Techno isn't super great in social settings. If he's being honest, he never has been, and that's why he's largely avoided undercover missions like this his entire time as a vigilante.

But now, he's got to go into the lion's den.

Fuck.

Plus, the fact that not only you're present, but he just goddamn called you darling and there's that whole cup of tea to deal with? It scares the living daylights out of him, if he's being honest, and it's not without reason that he's pretty determined to avoid you this evening.

He just hopes he can.

Because Phil knows that Techno uh... likes you, and Techno knows that Phil has this strange obsession with matchmaking that did, admittedly, end up with Wilbur dating his high school girlfriend Sally for three years now. So yeah, maybe it works, but Techno has shit to deal with, and he swears that if Phil tries to matchmake he will commit arson.

He can't exactly guess what happens next.

---

When you finally manage to make your way into the cape-adorned outfit and fix up your appearance appropriately, everyone else is already finished.

"That took you a while," says Phantom.

"Fuck you. Now, what's the plan?"

"Straight to the point, as per usual," Dream mutters, before continuing: "We need to infiltrate the the masquerade and find Mr. Jacobs. That means that splitting into groups is really our only option. Me and Phantom will take the top floor, and the rooms up there, Philza and Apollon, you'll take middle floor, and that leaves The Blood God and you, Y/N, to take the bottom floor and with it the ballroom."

Fuck you Dream, is the first thing you think, because why the hell has he decided to play matchmaker? He knows that for the ballroom you'll have to dance, because well, it's a ball, and he was 100% listening in on the conversation.

Prick.

But is there anything you can do? Nope.

Or, at least you think so. The Blood God has other things to say.

"Nope. I'm going with Phantom. You can go with Y/N," he demands, his voice sharp. You glance at him, planning to let him have a piece of your mind, but you stop in your tracks as soon as you see him.

Okay then. You were right about the suit looking good on him.

He's changed to his 'human form', and for a moment you think that the way his jaw curves, sharp and rather attractive, is familiar. But then the thought flits away as you spot the clothes.

Those pants look really good. And that shirt. And the colour matches his pink hair, tied into a ponytail, really well.

Damn.

"Yes?" The very Blood God interrupts your thoughts, and you clamp your mouth shut, blushing, as you quickly look away.

"Nothing."

You spot Dream rolling his eyes and prepare to flash him the finger, but before you can do so, The Blood God sighs and says: "Fine, I'll go with Y/N."

"You don't have to act so unhappy about it," you mutter, crossing your arms. He raises an eyebrow.

"Well with the charming company..."

"Fuck you."

The Blood God smirks, actually smirks as he turns away, stepping towards the door, "I do believe it's time we leave."

Dream grins and Apollon, never one to be outdone, actually wolf-whistles as you reluctantly grip your future dance-partner's hand.

You're about *this* close to saying fuck it and beating them both up, but naturally your inner instincts tell you not to, so you don't (plus, it's not as though you're entirely... reluctant to be dancing with The Blood God).

"Let's do this then, Blood God."

He laughs - actually laughs, "I'm already shaking with anticipation."

How is he so charming?!

---

"You're really sure about this? We're in public... it'd be so easy for us to get-"

Karl clamps a hand over Sapnap's mouth as he speaks, smirking slightly as he glances down, and trails the hand down as soon as he's sure his fiancee will stop.

His fiancee. God.

"Caught? Sapnap, darling, we're engaged now. It's not... it's not bad if we're caught, you know that right?" He doesn't wait for answer, instead hovering his lips over Sapnap's and smiling.

He nods.

---

In between loving kisses, Karl speaks, and it's near impossible for Sapnap's heart not to ache. Karl doesn't remember Quackity. Quackity forced him to forget. Quackity left us.

It's the first time they've been together since it happened. The first time. And Sapnap's heart aches. It aches so badly that he's sure that it'll break. And of course he should be happy; he has to be, he's with his loving fiancee (the one who has no clue about his other true love) and he should be happy.

Instead he's remembering the past and he's crying salty tears into the mess of kisses and scrambling hands.

Fuck.

It was a month ago, when Quackity did fuck-knows-what and suddenly Karl didn't remember him, and then suddenly their perfect relationship was fucked, down the drain.

No more soft touches.

No more cramped film nights on the couch.

No more peaceful, near domestic life.

Karl's finger brushes against the side of his eye, wiping away the tears. Are you okay?

No. He's not. He can't say that though.

"Got something in my eye, Karl," Sapnap pushes him away, "It's nothing bad. Don't... don't worry."

Karl stares at him in worry, but when his gaze flickers up his eyes harden. "Well, Sap. Guess you were right about getting caught."

---

Five minutes earlier, you're honestly having the time of your life.

Whoever this Mr Jacobs guy is, he throws good parties, and you're sure that you've never been served this many flutes of champagne consecutively. The Blood God's already admonished you a few times too many for you to count, but at this point you're just past tipsy and your inhibitions are flowing away like dust on the wind.

Pretty.

Someone's blowing bubbles and you frown as they fly past you, one of them bumping against your nose. You giggle, smiling as the man responsible walks up and smirks. He's dressed strangely; reminiscent of a video game character, but he's not unattractive. And he's got funny powers.

"Hi!" You say, smiling.

He grins, leaning against a counter and acting quite suave, if you're being honest.

"Hi, I'm Connor, and you?"

You blink once or twice, "The Connor? Like ConnorEatsPants? The world famous superhero? The fuck are you doing in L'Manberg?"

"Mr Jacobs is a friend of mine. Why are you here though, especially without a partner? Unless you have one, and they're just off getting you drinks - I'll back off if that's the case."

"I-" wait, speaking of your partner... where is he? And... why is your target dragging someone off to a room somewhere?! "I've got to go. Pleasure meeting you, Connor."

You hurry off, trying to find The Blood God and struggling to keep an eye on your target.

You do end up finding him. Even though it's via you practically crashing into him while he's effectively flirting. Wonderful.

"Fuck!" You shriek as you crash into him, and the woman he's talking to is the one who catches you as he falls (which is embarrassing, because he's pretty, and she's pretty, and you're clumsy as fuck when you're drunk tipsy).

"Thanks," you tap her arm and then focus on the Blood God, "Target's right there, partner. Like literally walking away.

He glances at you, his gaze cold, and you raise an eyebrow, "I thought you were better at this than I was?" He doesn't react, so you sigh loudly, gently remove yourself from the pretty woman's grip and say: "Well, if you're too busy flirting with a woman just as incredibly attractive as yourself - that is in no way shape or form irony - then it seems I must find the culprit myself."

With that you stumble away, seemingly leaving him alone.

You're jealous.

Oof.

Not only are you jealous, you're drunk, which means that focusing exclusively on following your target plus his increasingly willing accompaniment is rather difficult while also focusing on being able to walk properly. It's a curse, being a lightweight. Makes you oh-so-fun at parties.

Eventually, you do develop a sort of rhythm, and as you pick some of the canapés and snacks up along your way, you start to sober up. Which is useful.

Because in your hunt it seems you've entered the bedrooms.

Oof, guess you're getting free porn?

Before you can continue along the hallway in search of your targets, someone grabs your shoulder and tugs you back, spinning you around while gripping your other shoulder so that you're facing you assaulter.

The assaulter going by the name of none other than The Blood God.

---

"Let go of me," you say, but your voice is low and your posture is tense.

Techno grips your shoulders tighter.

Your face is flushed and read, you're barely standing, and the exposed skin of your shoulder he's gripping is clammy and cold. In short: you're drunk.

How. Did. You. Manage. To. Get. Drunk?!

He frowns, thinking of what he can do. You're right about the targets being right around the corner; he saw them entering the bedroom just about a minute ago (he can guess pretty well what they're doing but hey, it's always fun to crash parties). That doesn't mean he can just drag you along though. He doesn't know what mental state you're in, but it doesn't paint a pretty picture if the main member of this interrogative crew is nearly blackout drunk (not that you're at that point yet, but he's reasonably sure you're going to start throwing up soon).

When he tries to ask the voices for help, all they can comment on is how good your bare skin feels under his fingertips (and a whole other train of depraved thoughts that he chooses to ignore out of plain self respect).

Eventually, he decides that he's going to have to take you with him, simply because you'll demand him. After getting you some water, you knock on the door of the room in which your target is an open it.

And find none other than one of your best friends staring right back at you.

#technoblade x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #technoblade x gn!reader #technoblade #technoblade imagine #dream smp imagine #[the fall] series #dsmp imagine #enemies to lovers #technoblade x reader enemies to lovers

[furiosophie]

Questions, questions... Hmm. 🤔

How about... What is your favorite scene with Grogu and Din in the Mandalorian?

oh boiiiii - can I say all of them?

I think the "Din tries to explain electrical engineering to a baby" scene is very very high on that list, bc it's just a classic, and of course, the scene on the Razor Crest just after he learns Grogu's name and just fucking chuckles at him like ok whatever I didn't need my heart anyways

but there are two I think are so underrated - right after the bandits attack their speeder bike on Tatooine and Din yeets the last one up in the air with his jetpack he looks down at Grogu and does this little shrug and it's just a real cute bonding moment between a dad and his murder child lmao

and then the scene right before he meets Peli for the first time, we see him put Grogu to sleep in the bunk and when you look closely you can see THAT HIS FUCKING RIGHT PAULDRON IS OFF BC HE ROCKED THE BABY TO SLEEP

#but gosh there are so many #the one where he holds Grogu before he plans to give him to Ahsoka? #or all the times he picks him up when Grogu does the upy arms? #or when he cleans throw up off him with his cape like fuck #the way he holds him to tight when he get's him out of the Empires hands? #so yea all of them #good dad din djarin is my kink #din djarin #grogu #soph answers asks