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aita-blorbos · 2 months

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(Spoilers for Magnus Archives)

AITA for burning my childhood house down

Hello, Jon.

Apologies for the deception, but I wanted to make sure you started reading, so I thought it best not to announce myself.

I’m assuming you’re alone; you always did prefer to read your statements in private. (slightly strained) I wouldn’t try too hard to stop reading; there’s every likelihood you’ll just hurt yourself. So just listen.

Now, shall we turn the page and try again?

WIBTA for starting the apocalypse

I hope you’ll forgive me the self-indulgence, but I have worked so very hard for this moment, a culmination of two centuries of work. It’s rare that you get the chance to monologue through another, and you can’t tell me you’re not curious.

Why does a man seek to destroy the world?

It’s a simple enough answer: for immortality and power. Uninspired, perhaps, but – my god. The discovery, not simply of the dark and horrible reality of the world in which you live, but that you would quite willingly doom that world and confine the billions in it to an eternity of terror and suffering, all to ensure your own happiness, to place yourself beyond pain and death and fear.

It is an awful thing to know about yourself, but the freedom, Jon, the freedom of it all. I have dedicated my life to handing the world to these Dread Powers all for my own gain, and I feel… nothing but satisfaction in that choice.

I am to be a king of a ruined world, and I shall never die.

I believe there are far more people in this world that would take that bargain than you would ever guess. And I have beaten all of them.

Of course, this desire did not manifest overnight. When RS (87, M) first gathered our little band – L, S, and the rest – to discuss and hypothesize on the nature of the things he had learned from R, I felt what I believe we all felt: curiosity, and fear.

But as he compiled his taxonomy and codified his theories on the grand rituals, I began to develop a very specific concern. RS was so obsessed with his ideas on balance, even as our fellows began to experiment and fall to the service of our patrons.

I began to worry that if one of them successfully attempted their ritual, then I would be as much a victim as any, trapped in the nightmare landscape of a twisted world.

At first, I attempted prevention, but the cause seemed hopeless. The only way to ensure I did not suffer the tribulations of what I believed to be an inevitable transformation was to bring it about myself. So what began as an experiment soon became a race.

Beyond that, I was getting older, and mortality began to weigh more heavily on my mind. How much in this world is done because we fear death, the last and greatest terror?

I convinced RS to work on Millbank, leading him to design it as a temple to all the Fears in equilibrium, such that my own modifications to the design of the Panopticon went… unremarked.

It. Took. Years. for the dread of the prisoners to fully suffuse the place, and I was an old man before I made my first attempt at the Watcher’s Crown, sat in the center of that colossal eye, the great ring of cells encircling me like a coronet.

It was… flawed, of course, as all RS’s rituals were, and none of the inmates survived as the power I attempted to harness shook the building almost to pieces, and the murky swamp upon which the prison was built consumed it.

But it left me a gift: For sat in that watchtower, I could see everything I turned my mind to.

It was a dizzying power, and one I discovered I maintained even as I found vessels to extend my life. Of course, I had to make sure the location was kept under my control while I worked on revising my plans, and so I moved the organization I had founded to assist in my research down to London, and the Institute as you know it was born.

I’ll not bore you with details of my bodies and failures through those intervening years. Suffice to say I kept busy, both planning my own next attempt, and doing my best to stymie those others who tried versions of their own.

Surely my interpretation of the Watcher’s Crown had been incomplete; there had been some element of the ritual I had overlooked.

It was not until I met G (70, F) that things began to really come into focus.

You see, the role of Archivist has been part of the Beholding for as far back as my research can go. This isn’t uncommon for the Powers; most of the beliefs around them are guesswork and fallible human interpretation, but there are certain throughlines and consistencies that can be spotted, regardless of the trappings.

But G was unlike any other Archivist. She simply did not care about compiling experiences or collecting the fears of others. She was driven to stop those who served the Powers.

More than once I thought she must secretly be of the Hunt – but there was never that sick joy in her, that thrill of predator and prey. She had simply decided that this was her position in life, and went about it with a practicality that even I found disconcerting at times.

I once asked her what drove her, what had started her down that path. She told me the Desolation had killed her cat.

I don’t know if she was joking, and, to be honest, I could never bring myself to look into her mind and find out for sure.

In any case, G’s ruthless efficiency in derailing and collapsing rituals threw into stark relief a question that had been bothering me for almost a hundred and fifty years: In the whole span of humanity, why had nobody ever succeeded?

Perhaps there were a long line of G throughout history, but I found that hard to credit. Could it be, then, that there was something in the very concept of the rituals that meant they couldn’t succeed?

She was clearly having similar thoughts in that last year, all of which culminated with the People’s Church.

When I saw that she was making no preparations whatsoever to stop it, I realized she was putting into practice a theory, and one she couldn’t afford to be wrong. She was going to wait, and see if the unopposed ritual succeeded, or if it collapsed under its own strain as mine had all those years ago.

Knowing G, I’m sure she had a backup plan if she had miscalculated – but she had not. The ritual failed. And all at once, I realized what had to be done.

You see, the thing about the Fears is that they can never be truly separated from each other. When does the fear of sudden violence transition into the fear of hunted prey? When does the mask of the Stranger become the deception of the Spiral?

Even those that seem to exist in direct opposition rely on each other for their definition as much as up relies on down.

To try and create a world with only the Buried makes as much sense as trying to conceive a world with only down.

Every ritual tied itself so closely to a single power as to render itself impossible. They could bring their patron close, but never sever it from the others, and eventually it would be violently pulled back into the place next to reality where they dwell.

The solution, then, is simple: A new ritual must be devised which will bring through all the Powers at once. All fourteen, as I had hoped I could complete it before any new powers such as Extinction were able to fully emerge. All under the Eye’s auspices, of course. We mustn’t forget our roots.

And there was only one being that could possibly serve as a lynchpin for this new ritual: The Archivist. A position that had so recently become vacant, thanks to G’s ill-timed retirement plans.

Because the thing about the Archivist is that – well, it’s a bit of a misnomer.

It might, perhaps, be better named: The Archive.

Because you do not administer and preserve the records of fear, Jon. You are a record of fear, both in mind as you walk the shuddering record of each statement, and in body as the Powers each leave their mark upon you.

You are a living chronicle of terror.

Perhaps, then, if I could find an Archivist and have each Power mark them, have them confront each one and each in turn instill in them a powerful and acute fear for their life, they could be turned into a conduit for the coming of this – nightmare kingdom.

Do you see where I’m going, Jon?

It does tickle me, that in this world of would-be occult dynasties and ageless monsters, the Chosen One is simply that – someone I chose. It’s not in your blood, or your soul, or your destiny. It’s just in your own, rotten luck.

I’ll admit, my options were somewhat limited, but My God, when you came to me already marked by the Web, I knew it had to be you. I even held out some small hope you had been sent by the Spider as some sort of implicit blessing on the whole project, and, do you know what, I think it was.

Of course, I had to bide my time, get a measure of you before I began to push, learn how you worked – So I decided I would wait until something came for you, and see how you reacted. Attacks upon the Archives were not uncommon during G’s tenure, and, while she was always prepared, I made sure you would not be.

I reasoned if you couldn’t survive a single encounter, you were unlikely to make it through all fourteen. So, when JP attacked, I watched eagerly, one hand on the gas release from the start.

You acquitted yourself well enough, so I decided to see how far you would get, though I waited until the worms were in you before I pulled the lever. I needed to make sure you felt that fear all the way to your bones.

The discovery that one of the Stranger’s minions had infiltrated the Institute in the aftermath was certainly a pleasant bonus. Even if that sliver of paranoia, that vague wrongness you couldn’t quite place wouldn’t count as a mark, it was only a matter of time before it confronted you in a far more direct and affecting matter.

Admittedly, given the advent of the Unknowing, I needn’t have bothered. But what’s the old saying about hindsight?

More important to me was Sasha’s encounter with the Distortion. If it had taken an interest, then I very much wanted it to cross your path.

So I found one of its current victims and convinced her to make a statement.

Poor H (~20, F). I actually had to put her in a taxi myself, she was getting so lost in those narrow London side streets.

It worked, though.

Between the stabbing and at least two desperate flights into its doors – you’re marked very deeply by the Spiral.

JL (~70, M) was a surprise, of course, and I was forced to improvise. I had no idea how much G would have told him, and he could very easily have derailed everything if you learned too much too fast.

I justified it to myself saying I was going to have to send you out into the world anyway, if you were to encounter more of the Powers, but I can’t honestly pretend it wasn’t a… rather rash move.

Still. I’d requested Detective T (~25, F) be assigned to the case when they found G’s body in the hope that having a Hunter in the mix would eventually lead to a confrontation, and setting you up as a killer certainly hastened that.

Then it was just a matter of feeding you statements to lead you to a few Avatars I thought were likely to harm you – but probably would stop short of actually killing you.

J (27, F) served her purpose exactly as I had hoped, as did our dearly departed Mr. C, marking you for the Desolation and the Vast.

Honestly, I had – nothing to do with M (23, F) and her Slaughter adventure, but when I saw the situation, I made sure to trap her here, so when her rage bubbled over you would be right there, a ready target.

I didn’t foresee the mark coming from surgery gone wrong, but it was a very pleasant surprise.

The Unknowing was a distraction, but not an unwelcome one. For this to work, you needed more than just the marks; you needed power. And that was something the Unknowing served to test, though it posed no actual danger in the grand scheme of things.

And it did serve another purpose, of course. It inadvertently pushed you to confront death, a mark I had been very worried about trying to orchestrate. If I tried too early, you’d just die. Too late, and you might be powerful enough to see the attempt coming, and maybe even understand why.

As it was, it was just right, and once again, you came through with flying colors.

By this point, your abilities were coming along in leaps and bounds, and I was concerned that meeting face-to-face might end up with you – (sigh) – Knowing something you shouldn’t.

I had initially planned to go into hiding, but when your colleagues surprised me with the police, well. It was simple enough to cut a deal.

All that remained, then, were the Dark, the Flesh, the Buried, and the Lonely.

I was a little put out when that idiot JH (???, M) misinterpreted my letters and attacked the Institute too soon, before you were even out of the hospital, but then – Ho, you should have see my face when you voluntarily went to him.

I couldn’t see what happened in there, of course, but given how you came out, I’m very sure it counts as a mark.

I suspected the coffin might turn up again, and once it did, it was simply a matter of getting any, uh… restraining factors you might have had flying off on a wild goose chase, and waiting.

Honestly, Detective T has been proving invaluable through this process. I’d been racking my brains for months about what I could use to lure you in.

And, of course, I knew the Dark Sun was just sitting there waiting. So when it came time, I just whipped up another apocalypse and sent you on your merry way.

Then all that remained was the Lonely.

Poor P (~50, M). He really should have left well enough alone. Or just done what I’d asked in the first place.

Ah well. He knew what I was attempting, and was very unwilling to cooperate until I made him a little wager about M (same age as you, Jon, M).

Of course, he had no way of knowing that, in addition to setting you up for the final mark, he was giving you all the tools you needed to escape from it.

How is M, by the way? He looks well. You will keep an eye on him when all this is over, won’t you? He’s earned that.

And there, I think, we are brought just about up to date. I have enjoyed our little trip down memory lane, but past here lies only impatience.

You are prepared. You are ready. You are marked. The power of the Ceaseless Watcher flows through you, and the time of our victory is here.

Don’t worry, Jon. You’ll get used to it here, in the world that we have made.

Now. Repeat after me.

You who watch and know and understand none. You who listen and hear and will not comprehend. You who wait and wait and drink in all that is not yours by right.

Come to us in your wholeness.

Come to us in your perfection.

Bring all that is fear and all that is terror and all that is the awful dread that crawls and chokes and blinds and falls and twists and leaves and hides and weaves and burns and hunts and rips and bleeds and dies!

Come to us.

I – OPEN – THE DOOR!

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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fairyhaos · 7 months

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[22:32 PM] — junhui .

req by anon, 266 words, est. rs, reader has long hair

You've just come out of the shower when Junhui knocks on your door.

He peeks in when you call out "come in", and smiles as he trots over to where you're sitting on the bed, bathrobe wrapped around you, towel in hand. You hand the towel to him with just a smile, already knowing what he wants to do.

"Do you think the stars know when they're going to die?" Junhui asks, as he gathers up your hair with the towel. "Like, if we don't think about science for a second."

"Not thinking about science?" you gasp teasingly, as Junhui gently massages your scalp. "Goodness, that would be blasphemy."

Your boyfriend laughs. "It's only pretend! Science still exists, but I like the idea of stars having feelings."

You hum thoughtfully, Junhui's hands and the towel slowly running through your damp hair. "Maybe the stars do know when they're about to die. They always die very spectacularly."

"Like they planned it, right?" Junhui says eagerly, like he's been thinking of this for a while. His voice is animated, but his touch is still devastatingly gentle, and the contrast makes you smile.

"Maybe they do plan their deaths," you concede, and Junhui laughs again. "Okay, but what about comets? Do you think they know they're gonna die too?"

It's dark outside, and the bed is soft under you and Junhui's hands run delicately through the familiar actions of towel-drying your hair. Your heart is warm, light with love, and as you listen to Junhui ramble, all you can think of is that: this is what happiness is.

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hard-core-super-star · 8 months

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Hiya, may I request something for Kate bishop.

(Peter could be rs cousin or something.) Reader (who is spiderwoman and dating Kate), Kate and Yelena help Peter Parker (T. Holland) with the villains from the other earth's and as a result green goblin ends up killing aunt May and she seeks out revenge for may and almost kills green goblin but Yelena and kate stop her. (Oh, and Peter is the only one who is forgotten)

no such thing as good grief [K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x parker!reader

summary: you always knew being a superhero came with a long list of dangers but it turns out you weren't quite ready to deal with someone else suffering for your mistakes.

warnings: major character death; heavy mentions of blood + injuries + grief; a huge serving of angst with a side of hurt/comfort, a dash of humor, and a sprinkle of plot; weird descriptions of fight scenes

wordcount: 3.2k

a/n: i probably should have rewatched no way home for this but shhh. any inconsistencies are just part of this other timeline because i said so and the MCU timeline is incredibly messy anyway. i very clearly got way too attached and wrote way too much but whoops, hope you enjoy <3 [also yes, may is R's mom in this but somewhere along the way, i resorted to just calling her 'may' instead 'mom' because I didn't want it to get too repetitive]

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Nobody ever said being an Avenger was easy.

Especially now that most members are either dead, retired, off-world, or just simply unreachable. Nobody wanted to address the fact that the safety of planet Earth now rests solely in the hands of a bunch of college students and a Russian ex-assassin.

Of course, there’s still Dr. Strange and his merry band of sorcerers, including Wong, but it seems the only thing that man can successfully protect is his massive ego. It’s harsh, sure, but that doesn’t make it any less true.

Although, maybe you’re just bitter that Stephen’s soft spot for your cousin ultimately got you tangled in a mess you had no business being in.

A crack in the multiverse is bad enough but it being caused by one of Stephen's failed spells is even worse.

And of course, Peter's seniority when it comes to being part of a superpowered team means when he calls, you answer. There’s also the fact that he’s family and your mom would absolutely lecture you if you ignored him…again.

You really wanted to sit this one out but there was no way your girlfriend was going to let you. You tried all the tricks you knew to convince her but ultimately, her and Yelena ended up dragging you out of your apartment to help Peter fix his multiversal disaster.

“So, your plan to defeat these villains is to…not defeat them?” You question. “In what universe does that make sense?”

“Don’t be a jerk, y/n/n,” Kate mumbles.

You playfully roll your eyes at the archer’s words, biting back a comment about how rare it is to see her actually attempting to focus on forming a plan. She’s gotten a lot better at not rushing into situations but old habits die hard.

“Actually, it’s May’s plan,” Peter says. “I know it’s unconventional but I think it could work. We’re the good guys, right?”

Yelena shoots you a look but you just shrug in response. Fighting with him will only lead to more problems that you’re not sure you’re qualified to solve. Actually, none of you are qualified for any of this.

Webs, arrows, and strong punches are not going to get you out of this one.

You swallow down your hesitation and give Peter a small nod. “Right. What do you need us to do?”

Step 1, according to your annoying Spider-Cousin, is to pick up a few materials for him while he takes the misplaced villains to Happy’s condo. You don’t love the idea of being an errand girl but you already agreed to help and there’s no way Kate will let you take your words back.

Her loyalty is as admirable as it is annoying. But at least you get to spend time driving around New York with your two favorite people. And by driving you really mean sitting in the backseat with Kate while Yelena complains about how much harder it is to drive a car than a motorcycle.

Step 1 takes about an hour to complete and it’s not until you’re all heading to Happy’s place that your girlfriend decides to question you and your lack of trust in Peter’s plan.

“Since when are you so cynical?” She asks, her arm loosely wrapped around your waist.

“Me?” The question catches you off-guard and you turn your face away from the car window to look at her instead. “I'm not the one shooting arrows through people’s limbs.”

“It’s not like I’m killing people.”

“Neither am I,” you reply with a shrug. “I'm just saying to send them back to their universe.”

“So they can die,” she says, her tone making her statement sound more like a question than anything else.

“Well…yeah.”

It sounds brutal when said out loud but it’s the logical choice. Keeping them in your universe isn’t an option and there’s no telling what kind of damage Peter’s plan will have on those other timelines.

“And you don’t think that’s cruel?”

“Should I?” You look away from Kate’s eyes before you get distracted from the conversation at hand due to the puppy-dog look they’ve been carrying the past few minutes. “Yelena, you wanna help me out here?”

“You’re gonna get the heartless Russian assassin to help you prove your point?” She asks with a chuckle.

“Ex-assasin,” the blonde corrects her. “And I am not heartless. But y/n is right. What is that stupid saying? Something about a circus?”

“Not my circus, not my monkeys.”

“Exactly.”

“Okay, so if you’re so against this plan why did you agree to it?” Kate finally asks the million-dollar question.

The answer is a lot more complicated than one would think and you’re not in the mood to explain why the plan being your mom’s idea means so much to you. So, you take a page out of the archer’s book and reply with a stupid joke instead.

“You think May would have been fine with me letting Peter run around on his own?”

Yelena’s reply is just as witty as yours. “I am only here because someone has to babysit you while y/n babysits Spider-Boy.”

“You guys are jerks.” There are notes of humor in her voice that she tries to wipe away with an overdramatic pout.

You chuckle and lean in to kiss her, ignoring Yelena’s complaints about how annoyingly in love you two are.

The moment is a welcome respite from a chaotic and difficult situation.

A situation that only gets worse with every minute that goes by.

The three of you finally arrive at Happy’s condo and are led inside by your overly chipper cousin. You try to ignore the way the hairs on the back of your neck stand up at the mere sight of the supervillains scattered all around the living room.

You’re probably just being paranoid. That’s what you tell yourself until Peter lets it slip that he’s not the only person watching over the time-scattered villains.

You grab a hold of his arm and lead him away from Kate and Yelena, more for his sake than yours if you’re being honest. “What do you mean my mom is here? Why the hell would you bring her into this mess?

“I didn’t do anything!” He responds. “She wanted to help. You know how she is.”

If you had a nickel every time he used that excuse you’d be as rich as your girlfriend.

“This is different, Pete! It’s not just her bringing us snacks while we fix our web shooters, this is serious.”

“Which is exactly why she should be here. We need all the help we can get to do this. You have no problem with Kate being here, why is May different?”

It takes you a second to be able to reply, your brain not fully computing his audacity to make such a flippant comparison. “Because she’s not a superhero, you dimwit! She’s the only family I have left, I am not letting her get hurt because you convinced her to help us.”

“First of all, ouch. Second of all, relax. She can take care of herself.”

All you can really do is groan since it’s obvious no amount of arguing will get him to change his mind and help you convince May to go home. There’s also the fact that she probably wouldn’t listen to you even if you managed to get Peter on your side.

“Fine. Just tell me what to do so we can wrap up this shitshow.”

You ignore his very obvious sigh of relief and focus on lending the helping hand you promised earlier. Help that makes you ignore your growing unease and leaves you unprepared for the violent turn things take.

You’re not even sure how it happens.

One second you and Kate are arguing about how Sandman’s powers even work while Yelena and May help administer Dr. Ock’s cure and the next you’re watching Green Goblin turn the rest of the misplaced villains against all of you.

Your one and only thought is on getting your mom out of here unscathed but it quickly becomes clear you won’t be able to just swing her to safety. There’s no plan, or even time to think things through, there’s only a tense atmosphere and an inkling that things won’t go well no matter what you do.

Green Goblin’s taunts ring in your ears right as Electro blasts Dr. Ock out the window. Kate shoots you a look you can’t ignore and you hold on to the silent promise that she’ll be okay without you.

You dive out the window without a second thought, barely managing to shed your hoodie and reveal the Spider Suit hidden beneath your clothes. (Peter can keep all his fancy little upgrades, nothing beats the classic suit in your opinion)

You manage to help Dr. Ock before he slams into the ground with equal parts teamwork and a staggering amount of webs.

He assures you he’s fine once you manage to get onto a nearby roof, not so subtly doing his best to get rid of a few webs that are stuck to his clothes. You shoot him an apologetic smile before jumping off the roof and swinging back to the now blacked-out building.

You ignore the swarm of cop cars and news vans that litter the front of the building and impulsively divide to crash through a window into the lobby, figuring it’ll be faster to find May and your team this way.

You jump onto your feet after your literal crash landing only to find Kate and Peter in the middle of fighting Green Goblin. A part of you screams to run and find your mom but then Osborn kicks Kate’s bow out of her hand and your body reacts faster than your mind can even comprehend.

“Hey, asshole!” You shoot a web at his leg and yank him backward. “Get your hands off of her.”

He stumbles but doesn’t fall the way you anticipated. Instead, he turns to look at you, that chilling smirk still plastered on his face. “What is it with you Parkers and your savior complex?”

Your first instinct is to run at him but you catch the archer’s look as she runs to help a badly injured Peter. If it’s a distraction she needs, that’s exactly what you’ll provide.

“It’s part of our charming personality.”

You shrug and shoot at him again, managing to pull his focus toward the barrage of webs you send his way.

You expect to keep him occupied until Peter and Kate catch their breath but instead, May rushes out of the stairway, a bleeding Yelena trailing behind her, and she injects the so-called cure into the back of Osborn’s neck.

The cure doesn’t work. All it does is send the Green Goblin into a fit of rage.

You urge May to run in between Osborn’s taunts directed mainly at you and Peter. She doesn’t listen and you’re too distracted to notice the deadly glider that hovers just outside the window.

By the time Kate warns you it’s too late.

The blast it creates when it crashes in sends you flying onto the ground. All the air gets knocked out of your lungs from the impact but you don’t get time to lay there and recover.

You somehow manage to get back onto your feet right as Osborn sends a bomb flying your way. You just barely manage to web it and throw it to the side before it goes off, sending bits of debris raining down onto all of you.

There’s the distinct sound of Kate’s boots running toward you, Yelena’s Russian curse words, and a part of you that tells you to go check on May. There’s no chance in hell that you’re letting Green Goblin get away though so you swallow down your pain from aching joints and bleeding cuts and run after him.

You arrive outside just in time to watch him throw another bomb that you’re too slow to stop.

The explosion throws you back onto the ground and you groan as you land on a piece of glass. You’re breathless and bleeding and it’s only then that the guilt crashes into you at once.

This time, your attempt to stand is far less balanced and you stumble onto a familiar frame. “Hey, hey, easy. There’s no rush, babe.”

You happily accept Kate’s embrace, the familiarity of her comforting touch soothing some of your pain. “You okay?”

“Yeah, nothing some band-aids and a nap won’t fix.”

Hearing the usual humor in her tone brings you back to reality…which brings your mind back to your mom and the way you so recklessly rushed outside without knowing if she was injured. “How about Peter and May? They okay?”

Your girlfriend’s silence never means anything good and in this context, it makes your heart drop to your stomach in an instant. You’re about to question her again when Yelena’s voice stops you.

“We need to get out of here before the cops arrive…again.”

You push your injured body away from Kate’s, searching for the answer you don’t want to hear. “Kate…”

“I’m sorry.” She avoids your eyes as she responds. “Peter tried but it was already too late. She’s gone, y/n.”

You don’t hear anything she says after that.

It’s strange the way the world slows to a stop around you while your overwhelmed brain tries to process the Earth-shattering information. Strange how a second ago everything seemed to make sense and now you’re left gasping for breath, reaching for answers you know don’t matter.

The how, the why, the what. None of that matters.

May is dead.

And there’s nothing you could have done to stop it despite the powers, and the gadgets, and the hours of training.

You didn’t even get to say goodbye before she-

“y/n, it’s not your fault.”

“Listen to Kate Bishop, she’s finally right for once.”

“Hey!”

Their attempt to comfort you turns into chaotic bickering but you don’t pay attention to their words. You can’t think about anything except the gaping hole in your chest that had once been full of May’s knowing looks and thoughtful words.

Kate’s right.

It’s not your fault. Or May’s. Or even Peter’s. There’s only one man to blame for this.

And you’re sure as hell going to make him regret his choice to mess with your family.

“y/n.” Kate’s voice manages to cut through the hate-filled fog that’s starting to cover your mind. “y/n, don’t.”

You don’t listen to her words, you don’t even take in the way she so easily knows what you’re thinking, you just do what you’ve always done: keep moving.

You successfully escape your girlfriend’s embrace and start running. You’re not sure where you’re going or how you’re going to find him but the plan will come later. Right now, you just need to do something before the grief consumes you.

Kate yells after you but there’s no way she’ll be able to chase after you. Especially once you start swinging from building to building.

The hours pass by in between blurs of rain, tears, and the occasional wall you end up crashing into. Your phone blows up with missed calls and countless texts but you don’t care.

The entire world could crash and burn without you for all you care. The light within your own world has already been extinguished.

Your search ends up leading you right to the Statue of Liberty where you’re not at all surprised to find a chaotic battle going on. Maybe you should have checked your phone to get caught up with the plan but that doesn’t matter.

What does matter is that you’ve finally found what you’ve been looking for. And your mind is dead-set on your objective.

You ignore the rest of the fights going on, including the look of pain and relief on Kate’s face once she sees you swing past her, and hone in on Peter.

You're still bleeding and there's a sharp pain in your leg you can't ignore but your injuries don't matter. All that matters is avenging May.

You land next to Peter without a word, the venom in your eyes saying more than your voice could. You're both fighting for the same thing but you have no doubt he's still pulling his punches.

Something you have no intention of doing.

“Well, well, well, look who decided to join the fun,” Green Goblin taunts. “Too tired of running after your dead parents?”

“Shut your mouth,” you reply as you step toward him. “You don't know what you're talking about.”

That only makes him laugh. “Trust me, pain makes you stronger. You'll see, all I have to do is take away your pretty little girlfriend next and you'll understand.”

There's no hesitation left in your body once you hear those words.

You lunge forward, tackling Osborn to the ground. That stupid smirk doesn't leave his face even while you rain down punches on him.

“Come on! Is that all you can do? What's the point of two Spider-Idiots if one is too weak to fight?”

You know he's only taunting you. Trying to push your buttons and get you to break. Too bad that's exactly what you want to do.

Every time he pushes you back, you kick him back twice as hard. You stumble and get punched in the face enough times to make your ears ring but you don't dare stop.

You don't even think.

You just punch and punch and punch until Osborn’s on the ground, his witty mouth finally silent.

Seeing him like this only serves to remind you of what you've lost, of the pain that's taken hold of your every thought and move. You lift your hand to shoot a web at his forgotten glider when a voice stops you dead in your tracks.

“y/n?”

The mere sound of your name coming out of Kate’s mouth in that desperate tone is enough to make your breath catch in your throat. You already know what she's going to say so you speak up first. “I have to.”

“No, you don't. You've done enough, okay? You can walk away.”

You look down at your hands, at the bloody mess you've left behind, and the tears start falling before you can stop them.

The hand that pulls you up doesn't belong to the archer but it's full of an understanding only Yelena could be capable of. “Go on, Spider-Boy and I got this.”

You nod, too numb and overwhelmed to fully accept the weight of what you've done. Of what you almost did.

“Kate?” You call out as you finally turn around to face her.

“I’m right here.” She greets you with the same soft look and warm smile you fell in love with, nothing but compassion in her gaze.

You all but collapse into her waiting arms, your shoulders slumped as you finally give in to the all-consuming grief that lingers in every breath you take.

The sounds of the chaos around you fades into nothingness.

All you can hear is Kate's soft reassurances and the steady beat of her heart. You don't need anything else than that right now. Despite how strong the urge for revenge had been.

You just need your girlfriend…and a long nap.

Peter watches the scene with a small, albeit sad, smile on his face. There's a weight on his chest that even fixing his mistakes won't take away.

But at least he knows you won't be alone. The spell will make you and everyone else he loves forget about him but at least you'll still have Kate.

It'll be hard but he has no doubt you'll be able to rebuild and find the light inside of yourself that May always believed was there. Flickering underneath all the pain of your past.

Now you and Kate can shine together.

Without him and the chaos he unnecessarily brought into your life.

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crazyunsexycool · 8 months

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My little love

Chapter 26

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: just fluff, implied smut at the end,

A/N: here’s some good old fluffiness for our favorite family. A little bit of Fury and Lottie interaction.

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“What are you doing here?”

“It’s beefing.” Lottie says as she takes a seat at the table. She smiles at Fury who stares at her from his place at the front of the room.

“Beefing?”

“She means briefing.” Henry says as he walks in right behind Charlotte. “She can’t say her ‘Rs’ and ‘Ls’ sometimes.”

“Hm. And where are your parents?”

“Mama will be here in a minute.”

“Good, you know kids shouldn’t be in briefings right? There is a lot of information that can’t be talked about outside of the meeting.” Fury says.

“Yup, you talk about secrets.”

“What secwet?” Lottie looks over at Henry curiously.

“It’s like a surprise, you can’t say anything about it.”

“Oh, no say suwpwise. Am good.”

“You still can’t be in here.”

Lottie pouts and crosses her arms while Henry giggles at her antics. You walk in a minute later with a few agents in tow.

“Your dad is waiting for you two down the hall. He said he had something fun planned.” You lean down and kiss Henry and then Lottie before she hops off the chair.

Once the kids are gone and the door is closed Fury begins his briefing.

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“Alright doll, let me make sure you’re strapped in correctly.” Bucky says as he looks over the seatbelt on the car seat. He tugs on the straps and when he’s satisfied that everything is in place he closes the door and walks around to Henry and makes sure his seatbelt is on properly.

Steve slides into the passenger seat as Bucky starts the car. He turns back and smiles at the kids.

“Ready to have a fun morning?”

“Yeah.” They both say at the same time.

“What did Y/N say when you told her you were taking them into town?”

Bucky looks at Steve out of the corner of his eye and gives a little shrug. The SUV is already in motion and heading toward the main gates of the compound.

“You didn’t tell her? Are you insane?” Steve is slightly panicking and the kids giggle in the back seat as his voice goes up in pitch. “We are so dead.”

“I’m sorry what’s the issue? You know why we’re going out and I want the kids to be involved in it. They’re with us, plus Nat and Wanda are meeting us there.”

“I’m too young to die. There’s so much I haven’t experienced yet.”

“You’re being so dramatic. Everything will be fine.”

****

Wanda pushes off the car she’s leaning against once Bucky parks behind her. Steve gets Charlotte out of her car seat and Bucky helps Henry. Both of them run to Wanda and hug her as if they haven’t seen her in years.

“Where’s Nat?” Bucky asks as both men walk up to her.

“In the store she’s checking the security.”

Nat walks out to meet everyone.

“Everyone has already signed NDAs and all of the security is good.” She tells Bucky before explaining the emergency exit routes.

While they were only a few minutes away from the compound this was the first time the kids had been outside of it. Anyone and everyone they’ve ever interacted with were agents. They were very surprised as they kept looking down the street. Bucky takes a knee in front of them.

“Ok, do you remember what I said?”

“Stay close.” Henry says.

“No wunning away.”

“What else?” Bucky asks.

“Listen to you.”

“Or Steve, Nat and Wanda. And don't touch anything.”

“Kay.” Lottie says as she takes Henry’s hand. They walk side by side as they follow the adults inside.

“Sergeant Barnes, my name is Victor and it is an honor to be able to help you today.” An older man no taller than five feet with a big belly and balding head greets Bucky as soon as they walk in. He smiles and holds his hand out which Bucky shakes. “Before we get started I would like to thank you and Captain Rogers, you saved my father during the war. If it hadn’t been for you and the commandos who knows what would have happened to him.”

Steve offers Victor a smile before he ushers everyone further into the store. Other than two other employees the store is empty and closed so that Bucky could shop in peace. One of the other employees walks up to Bucky and the kids and leans down to their eye level.

“Hello little ones, would you like a hot chocolate?” She asks.

Henry and Lottie both look at their dad for permission. He gives them a nod but Henry is way too shy to speak up.

“Yes pwease. Bubba habe one too.” Lottie answers for him. The employee smiles and excuses herself.

“Sergeant Barnes, why don’t we sit over here and we can talk about what you’re looking for.”

“Well it’s simple. I’m looking for a ring.”

****

They had been there for about 45 minutes. None of the rings Bucky had been shone felt right. He had even asked everyone’s opinions on the rings and they didn’t really like them for you either. Fortunately the kids were entertained by some crayons and coloring pages so they weren’t fussy.

Bucky was about to give up when he felt Lottie pat his arm.

“Are you ok doll?” He asked as he looked at her.

“Found it dada.”

“What did you find?”

“Wook it.” She said as she pulled his arm toward a display case at the front of the jewelry store. “This one dada. Mama wikes it.”

Victor immediately opens the back of the display and starts pulling out one ring but Lottie stops him. This happens until finally he grabs the set she was talking about.

The ring was beautiful. It was gold and had an art deco style to it. It would have been something he would have picked back in the 40s for sure.

“Are you sure, doll?” Bucky picks Lottie up so that she can see better.

By now Steve had joined him and was holding Henry so that he could also look at the ring. Nat and Wanda were also looking and gushing over the choice.

“See it dada.” Lottie says as she touches her head. Victor looks completely confused by what Lottie’s saying but no one seems to notice.

“Ok, I’ll take it.”

“Do you know what her ring size is?”

“It doesn’t matter, she can adjust it.”

“Are you sure about that? I wouldn’t want her to lose it.”

“She works with metal.” Bucky says and it dawns on Victor who he’s referring too.

“I will box this up for you right now.”

Victor walks away while Steve, Nat and Wanda talk about the wedding and proposal. Lottie wiggles her way out of Bucky’s grasp and looks around at all the beautiful jewelry. After a few minutes she pulls Bucky toward a display with necklaces and bracelets and points at one specific item.

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Bucky and the kids walk into the apartment a few minutes after you did. It was a good thing Bucky had asked Nat to keep the ring hidden.

“Woah did you guys go shopping without me?” You joked as you watched the trio walk in with bags in their hands.

“Yeah.” Henry says happily as he sets his bags on the couch.

“Habe fun mama.”

“Wait,” you looked up at Bucky. “You really went out? Did you take the kids?”

“Yeah.”

“Mama, habe suwpwise.”

“Just a minute sweet Angel.” You say as you take Bucky’s hand and pull him toward the kitchen. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Steve, Nat and Wanda were with me. We were out for maybe an hour and a half.”

“But hydra is still looking for them. What if they have people placed in the town? What if someone would have taken them?” You ask worriedly.

“Hey,” Bucky cups your face so that you look at him. “I wouldn’t have taken them if it wasn’t safe for them to go. We didn’t go far and it was only a few stores. Besides, Lottie saw the trip and she knew it wouldn’t be bad.”

“Ok. You’re right I’m sorry it’s just I worry about them.”

“It’s because you’re a good mom. You have all the right to worry about them.” Bucky smiles and leans in to give you a few kisses.

“Mama, can I show you what we got?”

“Of course, sweet boy.”

“I think the only problem we do have is that they’re little shopaholics.” Bucky murmurs as you walk back into the living room.

You laugh as you take a seat on the couch and let Henry and Lottie show you everything they got. It went from something simple like some shoes to a video game console that Nat insisted Henry needed. A few video games and extra controllers so that you could all play together. He even went so far as to get a few toys and treats for Alpine.

Charlotte got a few more bows and extra nail polish for her ever growing collection as well as extra kid friendly makeup. It also seemed that she went by an art store because she had all kinds of painting and drawing supplies. Thanks to Steve you were sure. But what caught your eyes was the little plastic bead kit she had.

“I used to have something just like this to make bracelets with.”

“Can make together, mama.” Lottie says as she holds up the kit.

“Of course we can.”

After that she showed you one or two more pairs of sunglasses as well as a pretty new dress and a purse. Finally she grabbed the last bag which had the name of a jewelry store on it.

“Mama, habe suwpwise.” She pulls out a long velvet box and hands it to you.

“For me?”

“Yeah mama.”

You open it to find a locket in it.

“Oh sweet Angel, it's beautiful. Did you pick it out?”

“Yeah mama, wook it.” She says as she pulls on a chain around her own neck and she reveals the same locket.

“We have matching lockets. I love it.”

“Open mama.” Lottie says as she struggles to open her own.

Once she does though she shows you what’s inside. She looks up at you and smiles as she displays its contents. On one side there’s a picture of Henry and on the other it’s a picture of you and Bucky. She points at yours and you open it. Inside there’s a picture of Bucky on one side and a picture of the kids on the other.

“Oh this is perfect. I love it so much, thank you.”

You bring her up to your lap and give her a hug.

“I got you something too.” Henry says as he gives you a bag.

When you open it you find a lovely summer dress inside.

“Henry, this is beautiful, did you pick this out all by yourself?”

“Yeah, daddy just helped with the size.”

You bring him in for a hug. “It’s perfect and I love it, thank you.”

“How about we have a family date.” Bucky says as he gets up and starts cleaning up.

“A family date? That sounds fun.”

“It will be, Sugar. Meet me on the roof in an hour and a half. I’ll have everything ready.”

“Alright kids you heard your dad, let’s go get ready.”

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When you and the kids get up to the roof of the compound you’re surprised again. A picnic has been laid out as well as a projector and a screen. There are also a few board games set to the side for you to play together.

“This is amazing.” You say as you step up to Bucky and wrap your arms around his waist.

“I’m glad you like it. Now everyone, go get comfortable.”

Henry and Lottie run over to the laid out blanket and pillows and pick their preferred spot. Bucky offers you his hand and you sit down. Then he starts fiddling with his cellphone until the projector is running a movie. It’s more for background noise than anything else.

After everyone is done eating you move on to some board games. You teach the kids, and Bucky, how to play candyland as well as chutes and ladders. Once the board games are done Bucky shows you that Henry’s new game console is also connected to the projector.

After showing Bucky how the racing game works you all get ready to play. While you and Lottie are happy to just play together Henry and Bucky get very competitive. They push each other or cover each other's eyes. It’s very childish but entertaining to watch. It gets to the point where they completely forget they’re playing a video game and start to play-fight.

“Yay mama!” Lottie exclaims from your lap.

Immediately Henry and Bucky stop their play fighting to look at the screen and realize that you in fact were in first place.

“That’s not fair.” They both say at the same time and you laugh.

“Well if you would have focused on the game instead of trying to cheat you would have won.”

“Wook mama.”

“Look at that Lottie you came in 8th place. Good job.” You say with a chuckle because Henry and Bucky still hadn’t crossed the finish line.

They scramble to get their controllers and at least beat each other but they come dead last. You and Charlotte laugh at their matching pouts.

“Let’s play again. I’ll beat all of you this time.” Henry says as he starts to reset the game.

“How about you two play and Lottie and I will be over here making bracelets?”

“Fine but I wanna play against you too.”

“That’s fine by me. I know you can beat your dad because he’s an old man and he doesn’t know what he’s doing but it’s going to be harder to beat me.”

Bucky holds a hand over his heart. “Me old? You wound me Sugar.”

“And grumpy.”

“No, don’t say that.” He fake cries and Lottie runs to Bucky and hugs him.

“Mama, no say that. Not nice.”

“That’s right, it's not nice.” Bucky gives you a wicked grin while he lets Lottie hug him for a bit longer.

“I’m sorry. Could you ever forgive me? I’d do just about anything.”

“I’ll think about it.”

You roll your eyes as Lottie pulls away and gives Bucky a kiss on his cheek. He murmurs sweet little loving words just for her to hear which make her preen under the attention. By the time she finally sits back down on your lap you have what you need to start showing Lottie how to make bracelets.

“Ok the first thing we have to do is pick out some colors. What do you want to start with?”

Lottie examines the colors before picking three.

“Make fo Steebie.” She says as she starts to grab some red, white and blue beads.

“He’s going to love it.”

You teach her what she needs to do and she picks up on it rather quickly. After about three bracelets are made and a few rounds of video games you call it a night. Bucky sends you back down to the apartment while he cleans up.

****

The kids had fallen asleep rather quickly in Henry’s room. You didn’t even get to read more than three pages of the book they had chosen. But they had a big day so you couldn’t blame them.

The extra time did give you a chance to change into something more revealing. You could hear Bucky walking down the hall and then checking in on the kids before making his way into your shared bedroom.

“Sugar? I’ve been thinking a lot about forgiving you.” He says playfully. “And I’ve been thinking about what you could do.”

“Would this help?” You open the door to the en suite bathroom and step out in the lingerie set you’d chosen.

“Fuck Sugar, you could give an old man a heart attack dressed like that.”

“Good thing you’re not old.” You quip as you stop right in front of him.

Bucky picks you up and tosses you toward the bed. The sudden movement causes you to yelp and Bucky is on top of you before you realize what’s happening.

“You gotta keep quiet Sugar,” he says between pressing kisses up your neck. “Or else you’ll wake up the kids and I want to have a seepover with just you tonight.”

You giggle as your lips meet his. And you both get what you want, a seepover with just the two of you. Once you're asleep on his chest Bucky can’t help but picture when he asks you to marry him. He has it all planned out and he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

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Seven Days to Fall Again | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Teaser

Inspired by the MV "Seven" by Jung Kook ft. Latto (obvi lol) Summary: You're finished with this relationship but Jungkook begs you for one more week, convinced that he can make you fall in love all over again. Pairing: Reader x Jungkook (almost exes to lovers lol) Warnings: Some explicit language (Like one word lol), arguing a/n: No clear plans for this other than following the music video storyline since I haven't seen too many fics like that :) Let me know if there are certain aspects from the music video that you would like to see! Series Masterlist

"I said no! End of discussion" I huff, tired of playing his games. "One week, that's all I'll need" he asks, doing better than I am at maintaining a sense of decorum at what he had intended on being our anniversary dinner. With me on the other hand fully intending on using this night to end things between us.

"I said I was done with this relationship. Why is that something that you just can't get through your head?" I argue. It's always like this with us, I'm always the one that gets upset and I hate that about myself. Where as he is able to stay calm, cool and collected and I hate that about him even more.

We're like fire and ice. I'm short tempered and he's patient. I'm outgoing and he's introverted. I love adventures and he would rather stick close to home. 'Why would we want to leave when we have everything we need here?' he would say to me. 'Why bother breathing when you're going to die anyways?' I retorted back and he couldn't offer up an argument to that thankfully.

"Please Noona, can you keep your voice down?" he pleads with me, noticing that the people around us have started taking notice of our conversation. "You can't tell me what to do Jungkook. I'm still your elder whether we are together or not so you do not get to disrespect me like that!" I say getting up from my chair making moves to leave. I know in my head that I'm blowing things out of proportion, but when I am this upset I see red and I can't seem to stop myself.

"All this time you've been messing around and playing with my heart and I'm done Jungkook. I'm sick of yo-" "Noona watch out!" he yells, pulling me towards him and out of harms way.

It's funny, he's trying to save me from getting hurt when he's been the one who causes me the most pain these days...

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Can we get the dragon reader to spit fire lol? Like more of her protective side maybe towards aemond?

Yes!

This happened on the day that the court finally found out what you really are! A little more than half a year later. By the time you were more... clingy (you all better know what I mean!).

Aemond left you with Helaena. She decided to try and teach you how to embroider, since you like to watch her do it (actually you just love the colorful strings). Aemond saw no harm in it, and decided to leave you two to it. It had been to long since he last trained so he decided to kill one hour in the training yard.

A few minutes in the training with Ser Criston, that was, as always, brandishing his morningstar with brutal skill, Aemond heard a inhuman screeching roar. The sound cutting the air and piercing his ears almost painfully, only to be swallowed by the roaring of fire.

You had become restless as soon as Aemond left. Helaena knows that you are not supposed to walk the castle in day light without Aemond, but you were not listening to her and wanted to go find him. Without options and fearing your crescent frustration, she took you to him.

Looking back, Aemond saw you at one of the balconies. You were standing on top of the parapet, your head throwed back, your flames aimed to the sky.

His sister was behind you with her head between her hands and eyes closed thightly.

The ladies, lords and guards that were watching the match, and a few servants that were working nearby, also turned, horrified. And while the nobles and servants ran to safety, the guards drew their swords. Aemond commanded them to lower it immediately, throwing his to the ground. They hesitated. Minus Ser Criston, that already knew about you and lowered his weapon as soon as Aemond did.

You jumped from the parapet with effortless grace and landed on the muddy ground on your feet. The height would be enough to break the bones of any human.

Seeing your eyes trained on Ser Criston with predatory attention, while you approached slowly, steam coming out your mouth and nostrils, fire burning in your chest, Aemond understood what you thought that was happening. You thought that he was hurting Aemond.

He stood in front of Ser Criston and threatened the guards saying that if they wished to live, they should drop their swords, because even if they survived you, they would die by his hand for attacking you. This convinced them.

In all this time, Aemond did not take his eye from you.

He called your name (yes you have a name, he gave it to you) and told you to calm down in high valyrian. Aemond could see that you became confused, hesitating, but was still hostile.

Still shielding his mentor from your murdering gaze and line of fire, he ordered the men to bend the knee. Anything to make them look less threatening in your eyes, they obeyed nervously.

Aemond began to walk in your direction. Never stopping the calming words of reassurance. Saying that he was ok. That he and Ser Criston were just play fighting like you two do sometimes.

Once he was close enough to touch, you holded his biceps and began to scent him, looking for injuries with a worried expression. And even if the situation was the worse, he could not stop himself from melting inside with your concern.

When you didn’t find any injuries, you hugged him. He hugged you back, cooing and caressing your neck and back. Reassuring you that everything was ok.

Actually it wasn’t. A lot of people saw what you did and found out that you are not human. Surely the word would spread quickly and his mother and grandfather would be mad. But he would take care of everything. You are worth it.

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Courtroom - First Half

POV: Instead of going to the ADA, Dazai quits the PM and becomes a judge.

Inspired and based on a post on Instagram by @Kolyas_coat (check out their awesome cosplays)

“Next on the list, Nakahara Chuuya?”

Dazai eyed his list of names awaiting the ending of their trial. Nakahara Chuuya’s name was written clearly on the column.

Ginger dressed in prison clothes, his hat still on as he refused to take it off, was entering the courtroom with a police guard next to him. The moment the criminal saw the judge, his eyes went through the five stages of grief before freezing into a surprised expression. The emotion of the judge was mutual.

“You…” Chuuya gritted his teeth, “…so that’s where you’ve been going, bastard!”

The police guard smacked Chuuya,

“Don’t talk to the judge like that!” He snarled. Chuuya growled in response and turned to Dazai.

“You? A judge?”

Dazai covered his shock.

“It should have been obvious, Chuuya. And, you should be calling me ‘your honour’.”

“Shut your trap, you mackerel.” Said Chuuya, rolling his Rs.

“That would have earned you the crime of disrespecting me. Nakahara Chuuya, your crime would be…”

Dazai looked at the opposition lawyer. The lawyer fixed his glasses.

“Your honour, Nakahara Chuuya has committed the crime of the theft and misuse of ability. He robbed a bank by using his ability ‘For the Tainted Sorrow’.”

The lawyer handed juries a copy of a folder, and one was immediately passed to Dazai. Dazai flipped through the pages.

“And… how was he caught?”

Dazai finally said as he went through the paperwork.

The lawyer seemed to be caught off guard by the question.

“Ahem… he was caught by an organisation that agreed to work with the police force to capture him.”

“So in other words, you expected Chuuya to commit the crime. You expected him to be there? Did you…” Dazai stared into the lawyer, one of his common tactics to make people nervous, “…set him up?”

The lawyer took a few steps back.

“What do you mean, your honour?”

Chuuya gritted his teeth at the lawyer.

“What he means, you snail, is that you are accuse of some crime or shit.”

“Now, now, Chuuya. It’s not your place to speak right now. But I do want to know, any casualties? Did you kill anyone?” Dazai told Chuuya in a sassy way.

“Pft. I only injured a woman.”

“By..?”

“I may have used a few condensed spheres of gravity to her…”

“And did she die?” Prompted Dazai.

“No. She survived it without a scratch and went full combat mode on me…” replied Chuuya, clearly irritated with losing.

“Hm?” Dazai raised an eyebrow. He pulled out a piece of paper from a stack.

“Chuuya. The person you fought was Yosano Akiko. She was Mori’s ex-apprentice.” Dazai laughed as he read the profile of the woman.

“Damn. That sucks.” Chuuya poked his tongue out.

“Wait. Your honour, why are you talking to this criminal like this?” The lawyer was clearly confused about Dazai’s abnormal behaviour.

Dazai laughed, completely dropping his judge side.

“Like what? Boyfriends? Platonic boyfriends?” Dazai asked sarcastically. The juries shook their heads, some were still reading the folder, while some were eyeing Dazai with disapproval.

“You know what, never mind, your honour.” The lawyer bowed and resumed to his seat. The proposition lawyer stood up in sync.

“The Port Mafia really picked a top-notch lawyer for Chuuya.” Thought Dazai, recognising the lawyer. She was a successful attorney at the mere age of 19, and she now fights cases for big companies, brands etc. The Port Mafia really didn’t want to lose Chuuya if they hired such a promising lawyer.

Not only that, but the lawyer lady had such a cute face. Even during a courtroom hearing she would have a smile on her face that sends Dazai the urge to commit double suicide with her. She had a fit body too, acing all of Dazai’s beauty standards. The portions were all immaculate, her waist was small and her thighs—

Stop, Dazai. We have serious stuff to do. Flirting with a cute girl could wait for later. Besides, we already have a cutie patootie here. Dazai stared at Chuuya, his very own dog.

“Your honour, I would like to oppose the opposition. First of all, Nakahara Chuuya did not commit the crimes of theft and misuse of ability. We do not have solid evidence. The opposition should have used the word “accused” instead of “have”. Although, I do agree with the statement with the criminal being gifted.”

“And, proposition lawyer, do you have anything to justify the crimes of Nakahara Chuuya?” Dazai raised his tone of voice to impress the lawyer while Chuuya glared.

The lady lawyer seemed to be unaware of Dazai’s intentions,

“Yes. I have Nakahara Chuuya’s credit card number and history printed out.” The lawyer passed the sheet to Dazai and some other copies to the juries. “It says here: 19th of June at 2:58 pm, Nakahara Chuuya has bought a Beach Fun Barbie Doll, a pack of thirty multicoloured balloons, a DIY Gemstone Puppies necklace pack, and a Little Girl’s Makeup Kit in Yokohama Mall. It was at 3:02 when the bank was alerted of robbery, and the mall was half an hour away from the bank. It would be impossible for the suspect to rob the bank.” The pretty lawyer read out the history of Chuuya’s credit card history.

Dazai, on the other hand, was trying not to laugh about Chuuya’s girly haul. Elise must have stolen his credit card again. He then began to read Chuuya’s card number.

“Hey! Stop reading my card number, you stupid—”

“That’s ‘your honour’ for you, Nakahara Chuuya.” Dazai said in an “um ackshually…'' tone.

Chuuya rolled his eyes. “Stop treating me like a dog—”

“Half time! Everyone’s dismissed!” Dazai yelled sillily as he juggled his hammer around.

“You—”

“Dis-missed~!” Dazai hopped out of the courtroom. “The results for this case will be announced later!”

#fluff #bsd fluff #bsd fanfic #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd #bungou gay dogs #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #skk #bsd skk #dazai x chuuya

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bnuuybee-writes · 7 months

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May- may I- may I offer you a headcanon-

Mitsuri, who is trained in defensive and evasive driving

Mitsuri, who after a mission with her fellow hashira, rescues them in a beat up, old ass Pontiac with the bass *blaring*

Mitsuri, who's speeding down the highway at 95+ miles an hour with three of her fellow hashira in the backseat and one in the passenger seat while "Speed Drive" by CharliXCX is blaring from the stereo

Mitsuri, who gets herself and her fellow hashira back to base safely... with a speeding ticket as well-

Just a fun little writing prompt for you if you want, no pressure ofc! <3

Street Racer Mitsuri

author's note: omg hi betchhhh!!!! yes I needed some sort of prompt aksjdfalksdjf so I see your defensive driving mitsuri and raise you street racer mitsuri kanroji. Little bit different, but smth that I wanna see. This is gonna be a bulleted list of HCs and a possible snippet of a scenario so here we go! This is also going to be a modern AU where there are two rival gangs - the Kizuki, headed by Muzan, and the Hashira, headed by Ubuyashiki. Y'all already see where this is goin' so lets do it. Also, this goes hand in hand with @frickinsleepdeprived's "Ride or Die" AU! Go check out the teaser on her blog, it's amazing!

Nicknames: Mitsuri - L'amour; Muichiro - Daydreamer; Sanemi - Windbreaker; Obanai - Ouroboros

Content warnings: Talks of police officers, street racing, brief gang violence, speeding, defensive driving, Akaza gets hit with a hot pink audi, est. relationship with Obanai and Mitsuri, Mitsuri throws Daki like a sack of rice

No one would expect Mitsuri Kanroji to be a street racer. Least of all her fellow gang members.

She's the bubblegum pop, preppy, happy-go-lucky girl who Obanai sticks to like damn velcro.

So why the fuck is she speeding down the highway in a hot pink Audi RS 7 that has a 500 horsepower engine? Without someone racing her all the way down?

Simple - someone decided to fuck with her boys. And she has to show those Kizuki fuckers what's good.

She got the call from Tengen. He got a call from Muichiro that Sanemi and Obanai got into it with a couple of Kizuki. However, Uzui and his old ladies are out on the other side of the county.

Thus came in Mitsuri, weaving through highway traffic like a bat out of Hell with bass boosted and Speed Drive on full blast.

Hands grip her steering wheel that's covered with a hot pink leopard print cover. It's worn at three and nine, given that's how she drives.

She's raced for pinks before, managing to earn herself quite the collection of toys. But this one, the 2016 hot pink Audi RS 7, was her baby. It's her first car that she flipped into a street racing one. Of course it's her baby.

(Scenario under the cut!)

Tires screech as she drives right into the abandoned warehouse, eyes squinted and determined. The Kizuki turn away from their opponents who were already on the ground.

"Oh SHIT," One of them manages to shout before the force of the car makes him go flying into a wall. The third Upper Moon groans as the fourth goes to help him before being tripped. Windbreaker, aka Sanemi, grabbed his ankle and twists it. A sickening CRACK comes from the appendage, making Gyutaro scream. Daki immediately stops what she's doing and rushes to her brother as Mitsuri steps out of the car. "You pink skank!!" The young lady shouts, brass knuckles coming for Mitsuri's head... But her fist is caught in a poker-faced grip. In a flash, Daki is on her back next to the car with a heeled foot on her chest.

"You're lucky it's me here and not Ubuyashiki, sweetheart," Mitsuri says with a hardened glare, "Touch my boys again, any of you, and I'll track your asses down."

Obanai looks up from his place on the hard concrete floor, holding himself up with his arm. His head was bleeding, nose probably broken, and mouth scars reopened...

But dammit if Mitsuri didn't look dead sexy when she took charge.

"That's my girl..." He muttered, feeling a "dude really?" look from an exasperated Sanemi. Meanwhile, Muichiro rushes over, sporting a black eye and busted lip. He grabs onto Mitsuri's jacket and hides his face in her shoulder. She wraps her arms around him in kind and kisses his head.

"It's okay, Daydreamer... I'm right here, L'amour's right here..." She whispers, carding her fingers through the younger's hair. She opens the door and ushers Muichiro inside the passenger seat, then goes to Sanemi and Obanai.

"You two are paying for my gas," She says as she helps the boys into the backseat, "And my speeding ticket."

"Your what?" All three boys asked before she pulls out a pink slip between her fingers.

"He let me go easy, but next time, it'll be an instant revocation of my license. So you are paying for my speeding ticket for picking a fight with Kizuki in the first place," She lectures as she gets in the driver seat.

"We saw them and followed!" Sanemi argues as Mitsuri backs out of the warehouse, leaving the wounded Kizuki to clean up their own mess.

"Just 'cuz you could doesn't mean you should, Windbreaker," Mitsuri sighs and gets back onto the highway. She can hear Muichiro mutter a "told you" from the passenger seat, earning him a "oh be quiet" from Obanai. This makes Mitsuri shoot a glare at them from the rear view mirror.

She then sighs and powers on her Apple Carplay, scrolling through songs as she idles outside the warehouse. Then, she settles on one, pushing the button as Charli XCX plays through the speaker.

As Sanemi groans, she gives a sharp snap! of her fingers, "Driver picks the music. Backseat shuts his piehole."

And with that, the four drive off into the night, hyperpop and Rhianna blasting through the speakers as she calls up Shinobu.

"Hey, Mariposa?" Mitsuri starts, "I got quite the cleanup for you..."

@frickinsleepdeprived @dilftaros come run in here and get yall juice hehehe

#°bun squeaks°#demon slayer #kny #mitsuri kanroji #demon slayer mitsuri #sanemi shinazugawa #demon slayer sanemi #muichiro tokito #demon slayer muichiro #obanai iguro #demon slayer obanai #demon slayer au #kny daki #kny gyutaro #kny akaza

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crimsonlyinglilly · 2 months

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Soulmarks Part 3

Part 1

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“Now are you going to stay put for me to get dressed or do i stay sitting on you?“ Jackson asked once he was sure he had removed all the make up from the marks, leaving them clear to all.

He had to ask to distract himself otherwise he would just stare, they surrounded the other mans's neck completely, from where his hairline met his spine to the hollow of his throat, like a necklace or collar, black cursive lettering stark on soft lighter skin.

Jackson Kenner

Andréa Labonair

The Rs at the end of each of their surnames kissed at the top where the letters met like a mirror.

“I don’t know what you expect from me, I’m not sure I could stand currently.” Came the quiet reply.

Jackson frowned, that wasn’t normal.

“The touch of a mate is only meant to calm, it’s meant as a protection for a human mate.” He explained lowly as he slowly climbed off the vampire still expecting a trap, for the other to vanish.

Instead he stayed flat on the floor, fancy expensive suit soaking up the dust, grime and dirt.

Jackson ignored the very loud voice that suggested returning to his place, stripping the vampire and using the chance to properly mark him, and turned to his clothes.

He has always wanted to sink his teeth into Elijah Mikaelson, he thought as he pulled out the pants from the pile, at first he thought it was a side effect of years trapped as a wolf, then he thought it was Hayley’s attention on the blood sucker.

No, apparently it was that the bloodsucker was his too.

He heard movement as he was throwing a shirt on and twisted expecting to see Mikaelson fleeing, instead he watched as he sat up and slowly pulled his knees towards him, mikae- might as well used his name now Jackson thought as he watched Elijah frown looking at his own hand that was trembling.

Elijah noticed his staring.

“What exactly is this?” he asked as he placed the hand on his knees.

“It is common for us, the touch of a mate calms the beast to protect a human mate early in a relationship. Never heard of anyone reacting to it like that.”

“My kind was made to kill yours, father made sure of it,” Elijah explained as he seemed to think on it, shrugging “so the touch does as it’s meant to. To protect the weaker mate- mates.”

Jackson was starting to see this situation, whether being discovered at all or having his control taken somewhat away had shaken Elijah, so he ignored what may have been a subtle threat or just a reminder that he wasn’t a toy.

While Jackson was very sure of that, he was mate, the other half of him had other ideas- he set shifted his jaw as he remembered the slight issue with them, while Elijah wasn’t going to die, they would need to be careful in the future since he would still be affected unpleasantly by their venom.

“Are you saying you didn’t throw me off earlier because you couldn’t?” he asked. Jackson didn’t like the thought of that at all, the touch was never meant to be able to be used against someone.

“I could have asked you to get off.” Elijah reminded but it didn’t seem as confident as he normally was with his words.

“Why didn’t you?” he asked to ignore his own concerns on whether he would have listened, the instincts were strong on a full moon and during the curse, constant, he had his mate who was hiding from him under him, it was hard to think beyond that until Hayley had spoken.

“You were distracting.” Elijah told him shortly.

They were quiet for a moment after that as Jackson buttoned up his shirt.

They were interrupted by the door of the cabin open, Elijah twisted his head around to watch as Hayley and Hope exited, giving Jackson a clear view of his wife’s birth name on his neck.

Hayley smiled at them brightly when she came towards them talking to Hope as she did.

Elijah turned back to look at him, likely to ask why he had asked Hayley to bring Hope with her.

“We’re going to all talk on this, I’m not going to take from her the one night she gets with her little girl, but I’m not hiding this either, you’re as much hers as mine and she’s had her eyes in you longer.” He explained before the other could speak, it was much easier to deal with the fact his wife-mate was in love with someone else, when that person was also his.

Elijah stared at him, which had the added bonus as Hayley approached them of leaving the other side of his neck to her, leaving his name clear to her.

Jackson watched as confusion appeared on Hayley’s face as she noticed the dark lettering he had never appeared to have before, while watching he noticed the exact moment she recognized what the letters spelt.

Hayley vanished in a burst of speed reappearing kneeling at Elijah’s side.

Jackson smirked as Elijah froze, unsure if it was due to Hope’s bright shout of excitement suddenly being closer or the brush of Hayley’s fingers over his neck.

“Wha-how?” she asked looking to him.

“Much better clean.” He told her as he held up the now flesh-colored stained cloth, wolf saliva did make it easier, which explained his faint but recent memory of feeling a pulse beat under his tongue.

He’d be embarrassed but there was no point as he’d likely do something similar when the curse returned.

“This side is just as good to look at.” He told her, not surprised at all as she moved to lightly grip Elijah’s chin and turn his face.

There was a microsecond of confusion before an awed smile took its place as she let go of his chin to trace the mark.

Jackson smirked and faltered as Elijah sank into her touch, almost swaying, barely keeping himself upright, he had thought maybe the strength of the effect was because the contact had started while he was in his other form but that couldn’t be it now.

“Still?” he asked, deciding give up fighting against the pull and join them sitting the other side of Elijah. Well aware they are penning him in but that at least it shut up the howling want from his instincts to grasp hold of him and never let go until Elijah understood he belonged to them with them.

Hayley looked confused at him, apparently not noticing the change in Elijah but that may also be because she was still stroking her fingers across the mark without thought.

“It’s a distracting feeling.” Elijah bit out, which may have carried more weight if he hadn’t signed heavily afterwards.

Hayley finally seemed to realise as she stopped, pulling her hand away and moving back only to stop as she accidentally dragged Elijah with her.

Hope giggled as she used her uncle’s tie to pull him, Jackson suddenly remembered pulling the thing free to loosen his collar to reach all the marks during his cleaning.

“Hope, Honey, can you give Uncle Elijah his tie back?” Hayley tried but Hope’s hand on Elijah’s tie didn’t release.

Elijah sighed, smiling at the little girl and loosening the fabric to give to her.

Hope shrieked with joy as she started to wave her prize like a ribbon.

Hayley smiled at her daughter hugging her closer before she returned to look at the both of them seriously, Jackson was pleased it was mostly aimed at the vampire.

“You’ve been hiding this.” She accused him, “since we met.”

“No, they didn’t appear until after Celeste-” he explained leaving it unfinished.

Jackson wasn’t as knowledgeable about their mate as Hayley but he knew the basics that the witch that had cursed them the first time and gone after the Mikaelsons when they returned was once Elijah’s soulmate and he had killed her.

He would be more concerned about his mate having a history of killing his soulmate but the woman had cursed his pack and was basically targeting Elijah’s it made sense, he was far more concerned and angered that she had managed to keep her mark on him after she died the first time.

He felt a flicker of rage at the idea that the witch was claiming his mate when they had already gained Elijah's strange mark. The yellow in Hayley’s eyes reflected that she felt the same.

Elijah looked between them with concern, Hope didn’t but then the little girl was three quarters wolf.

He suddenly felt a little sorry for the vampire, this would likely be far easier to deal with if two parts of the conversation weren’t struggling with increased instincts but only a little as if he had been honest from the beginning then he wouldn’t be dealing with half the problems of this, besides it was his brother’s fault.

Jackson suddenly held back the urge to groan, it was bad enough having to deal with Klaus Mikaelson because for Hayley and Hope, the current curse proof they couldn’t escape him but Jackson had a feeling dealing with him to share his brother was going to be worse.

He had always thought the hybrid's aggressive possessiveness and control issues came from a wolf kid being raised outside the pack; it would make sense for him to attach strongly to his family, made worse after being made into a vampire and only having two constants for so long.

If Jackson only had two pack members, who didn't understand, for a thousand year be might be a little mad.

He was going to have to give up and accept he was tied to the Mikaelsons, he might as well had married two of them.

#fanfiction #the originals #hayley marshall #elijah mikaelson #jackson kenner #elijah x hayley x jackson #soulmarks au #the originals au #the originals fic #baby hope

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evakant · 1 year

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ruh roh! in episode forty-eight — jiang cheng’s version

#theuntamededit #cqledit #mdzs #the untamed #lan wangji #wei wuxian #wangxian #hanguang jun #asianlgtqdramas #asiandramasource #dailyasiandramas #untamed parallels #cql parallels #lwjvrs #fragifs #fdstuff #rs: to die by your hand #tv #we went blue for lan zhan

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spacexseven · 2 years

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What’s he like if he feels you reciprocating??? :0

((Not that you have to make a super long post or anything. I just like your opinion and i don’t think anyone else pins yandere poe the way you have. I’m always curious to hear your take on things.))

not the same anon but please could you /elaborate/ on y!poe w reader who reciprocates pls pls i will die happy. not that i want you to idealise/promote this toxic rs! im aware of how unhealthy they are </3

hi both of you!! no worries i loveee talking about everything i write about :> i just wasn't sure if anyone was interested in knowing more. i'm very happy to know you like my yandere poe tho!!

cw: yandere character, stalking, tracking devices, imprisonment, unhealthy relationships.

pre-reciprocation(??) poe is already super...close—he's not physically touching you but you know he's there—hiding in the shadows, lurking out of sight, concealed close by—but definitely there. it's bad enough when he's just watching over your shoulder nervously, too shy to speak to you (or maybe it's out of guilt? is he aware of how uncomfortable he might be making you?) but bold enough to glare menacingly at anyone who comes even a little too close (maybe he's not scared because his hair hides his glaring from everyone?)

not to mention, he isn't subtle about his jealousy—and he gets jealous pretty much all the time. conversing with someone that isn't him? poe is crying out in despair. even if that someone happened to be ranpo, he'll lose his composure and come running to separate the two of you. he can't lose you to anyone! why can't you just stick by his side and listen to his story ideas? he isn't above getting jealous over karl, by the way. anytime he spots you playing with the racoon rather than talking to him and you bet the next time you happen to find yourself asking about karl's whereabouts, you'll learn that he's been sent on a "playdate" with the cat of someone working for the ada...

yandere poe who feels like you'd never give him the time of day would resort to stalking you, trying to find comfort in the candid pictures of you he's been collecting over the years, pretending like that smile was directed at him and you were sitting next to him. to poe, you look very lonely with nobody to cuddle with when you're asleep, and he thinks you might like it if he was there to share meals with and love you. if he's desperate enough, trapping you is always an option. whether it's using his ability or one of his other means—after all, despite how meek he looks, he still is a high-ranking member of a prominent ability group, which means he's got big connections, finances and power at his disposal. it would be as easy as making a call to have you framed for a crime or buying out your property or workplace, and then, would you still deny him?

if you were to actually acknowledge and even respond (positively!) to him, poe's antics multiply in intensity by a thousand. he's no longer just standing beside you, he's now latched onto you at all times. he normally doesn't like being too close to people, but if it's you, he'll always be touching you somewhere. whether it's interlocked hands or arms, or you seated in his lap (or vice versa, anything works!) poe will be holding you in some way. he's surprisingly pretty big on physical affection, smothering you with kisses and hugs and whatever else you may want from him. if you try to initiate anything, he will freeze in shock. it takes him a while to loosen up—he still can't believe he's so lucky that you like him back!

just because he won't have pull out any drastic measures to ensure you stay by his side, doesn't mean he won't be prepared. just in case, one day you wake up deciding you don't want him anymore, or you fall for someone else. what if one day you wake up with no recollection of your life before, or you learn about his concerning photo albums (plural—he has at least 5 by now!) filled to the brim with pictures of you? that might make you angry, right? no matter how stable things may feel, he's always paranoid and insecure of how things might be in the future. so yes, he has extra locks on hand, access to your private discussions, and eventually, he even contacts the engineer behind the eyes of god for a customized tracking system...

better be safe than sorry, right?

as long as you remain oblivious to his unpleasant dealings, you'd find yourself pretty happy. sure, he ensures you have no time for anybody else and guilt trips you into staying with him, but all he wants to do is keep you safe. not like you'll have much to complain about when he brings you inside one of his books to keep you entertained—with it, you can travel the world from within your home—so there's really no need to go out at all, right?

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fairyhaos · 1 year

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[23:03 PM] — minghao .

348 words, no warnings, fluff, est. rs

It takes more effort than it normally does for you to push open the front door, stumbling inside, feet and eyes burning. He looks up as you trudge into the living room, and there's no smile on his face, but an understanding softness that feels infinitely more comforting.

He's still awake—because of course he is, even though you insisted he didn't have to stay up for you—and he shuffles over slightly, patting the space beside him on the sofa. Almost instantly, you flop down next to him, and the tears start pooling in your eyes as if they've been waiting for you to be next to your home before they try to spill over.

"How was your day?" Minghao murmurs, because even though he knows, can see the exhaustion radiating from you, he asks because he wants to hear your thoughts. He wants to know how you truly feel.

"Horrible," you reply, and he just chuckles, wrapping an arm around you as your face is buried into his shoulder, dampening the fabric with your tiredness.

Minghao hums softly, rubbing a hand comfortingly over your arm. "That's alright. Do you want to tell me about it?" When you shake your head, he hums again. "That's alright too."

There's silence, then, as he lets you cry quietly into his shoulder, letting you cry out all your frustrations without interruption. He holds you as the tears die down, dabbing your eyes with his own hands, tilting your chin upwards and pressing a quiet kiss to your nose.

"I'm here for you," he says, and there's sincerity in his eyes, visible even in the dim room. Eyes asking you if you're feeling a little better now. Eyes carrying the underlying message of 'I love you'.

You smile, slightly. "Thank you." 'I love you too'.

Minghao searches your eyes for a long moment, and then smiles—sweet, comforting, understanding. "Don't worry. You're home now."

As he hugs you once again, warmth and love practically tangible in his touch, you can't help but close your eyes and melt into the embrace.

Yes. This was home.

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seasaltbaptism · 2 years

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for willow and/or havia: 1-5 for the oc ask meme? hope you're having a good day nina !!!!! <3

hiiii jo jo 🍰💘

havia:

What’s your oc’s most irrational fear? Is there a specific reason this fear came about?

》 hmm, , havia has few fears, rational or otherwise ; the biggest one being the destruction of her child & homeworld, however an irrational fear that she was teased about back at the temple in her padawan days was an issue she had with saying her name aloud at night ( outside the temple ) . in her village it was said that a man wanders the streets and alleyways at night , lurking from the tops of trees reaching a long clawed hand to snatch up names spoken carelessly into the night ; taking your identity and switching places with you , returning to your home to live out your life with your family & friends as you rot away in his cave. albeit , shes grown out of this fear mostly, but during her years wandering the galaxy alone and out of the company of friends and her master that very fear has crept back , hiding just behind her eyelids at night, prompting her to snap them open at sudden noises.

Is your oc picky about food? What kinds of foods do they like and dislike? What do they consider a comfort or “safe” food?

》 she likes to say no, but she is indeed picky. as a padawan she missed the sweet fruits of her home world , she missed the food hauled from the rough seas , she was not used to meals laden with cattle meat & usually stuck to greens and fruit when at the temple unless the meat was specified. she likes the savory slow cooked juiciness of one specific animal found only on her home world / safe meal would include this large crustacean looking creature with a tail and head resembling a fish , and sides including various sauces and hand made breads ,,,, she can replicate it fairly well with the right ingredients but it doesn’t hit the spot the same way as her gram’s cooking.

What does your oc’s voice sound like? (Or, if you have one, what’s their voiceclaim?) Can they sing, whistle, or roll their rs? Do they have any speech impediments or notable dialects/accents?

》 ok! so for havia she’s got a voice that’s very pretty but biting! she’s not cold or anything, but her voice is very firm, mid tone and has an ever so slight gruff to the end when she’s speaking to people she doesn’t really care for? it smooths out to a gentle tenor ? ? when speaking generally? if i had to pin a voice claim to her i’d say neytiri from avatar or kida from atlantis ! ; she can hum but she cannot really sing aurebesh songs , native songs from her village she’s quite good at singing & sung them to baby ash’la when she was in her tummy. they can roll their r’s and has a bit of an accent when speaking basic / common.

is your oc good at keeping secrets?

》 LMAO YEAH, shes great at keeping secrets ( because she forgets them ) but seriously she will die with a secret if she feels it’s worth dying for and isn’t the one to gossip around, you can trust her to listen and keep your secret no matter what happens.

What kind of clothes is your oc most comfortable wearing?

》 soft threaded types , loose fitting . she doesn’t enjoy tight clothes that constrict movement, quite comfortable showing skin if it means she keeps cool as she runs very hot. silks and cotton are ok but hand threaded things are very near and dear to her heart.

#* oc: havia #HAHA :’) these were fun ty!#anyways havia is always fun to flesh out! i’m thinking about making her from a semi harsh semi forgiving planet #since i’m making up my own species bc why not #i think half the year it’s very warm and dry and the other half it’s warm and rainy / stormy.#the people there are humanoid for the most part but have sharper nails and teeth ( also more durable ) and can see much better in fogs ect.#idk about two hearts but their rib cage and lungs are bigger and their heart is bigger than a humans to better suit a more #athletic / active lifestyle #i’m debating on keeping the ears humanoid or longer like a bat for better hearing #but they can hear things at a higher frequency than humans for fishing ect .#anyways #havia is great and i love her and tysm for asking about her #[ willow chilling in a closet ] i’ll come back to her later she’s resting #* answered #tmema

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quinnpriv1 · 9 months

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RS: flrd, pussy riddle, no powers AU, aged-up characters — full fic also below the line!

Riddle is not a slave to his pleasure.

He’s not—he assures himself for umpteenth time, waiting outside of Floyd’s apartment with a scowl. His arms are crossed. He’s angry, or good at pretending he is anyways. Everything is fine. It’s normal.

Floyd likes him like this anyways, stubborn as hell and unwilling to concede that he’s a filthy, needy little slut deep down, the type of guy who needs someone this shameless to make him admit it, to break him down.

They left the pretenses of drugs and alcohol behind months ago. Riddle talks a lot of shit, but the truth is that he came here of his own volition and he knows exactly what he wants.

Feverish rutting turns into passionate kissing. Floyd practically has him glued to the wall, nipping on Riddle’s skin like he might die if he doesn’t get another taste. It’s heady and delicious, depraved and wild.

“Bed,” Riddle snaps, remembering how horribly he ached the last time he let Floyd take control.

His hookup, his rules. Floyd grumbles but ultimately obeys, following Riddle down the hall, hands still roaming. He’s sweaty and hard, eager for more. Riddle is in a good mood today. He won’t make Floyd beg for it. (Yet.)

He climbs on top, effortlessly rolling a condom over Floyd’s shaft. He rocks against him first, whining when Floyd slips a finger inside.

He bites his bottom lip. The thing that sucks about fucking Floyd like this is that his chest, bared exactly four minutes after he crossed the threshold, is neglected.

His nipples are hard, exposed to the air and flushed from their exertions. Riddle rocks himself to his knees, guiding Floyd between his lips with a self-satisfied groan, and then he touches himself.

Floyd laughs. Riddle clenches around him, more aroused by the sound then he will ever admit. “I knew it,” he rasps, voice thick with desire.

“Knew what,” Riddle gripes. Floyd is such an annoying piece of shit, but in a long history of shitty one-night-stands, he’s the only person Riddle even considered reaching out to. They’re exceptionally sexually compatible—if Floyd could oblige by Riddle’s rules, Riddle might deign to keep him around, think about giving this permanence.

“That you like havin’ your tits played with,” Floyd slurs, grinning like a fiend. Riddle glares, tamping down on a whine as Floyd bucks, teasing his fingers up Riddle’s spine. “Be honest. You like it when I make you feel small.”

Riddle curses, back arching. He tells himself he’s getting tighter just to make things painful for Floyd, that the heat he feels burning to the core and his added dampness is just a response to stimuli. It’s nothing special. Floyd isn’t right.

“You always like it missionary, like a virgin. You only pull this kinda thing when you want me to fight. It makes you feel powerful and pretty—and you are—but sometimes you like feeling like shit. Gives you more reasons to say you don’t like me.”

“You’re giving me plenty of reasons not to like you all by yourself,” Riddle groans, carefully choosing not to refute Floyd’s claims. Slippery slope.

Acknowledgement would be akin to admittance. He refuses, putting a hand on Floyd’s throat in warning. His adam’s apple bobs. Precome leaks down his shaft.

The talking stops for a while, mostly because Riddle whites out with pleasure. Orgasm as he plays with his tits and Floyd spews profanities.

Maybe he feels a little pretty right now, but that is absolutely none of Floyd’s concern.

He snarls when Floyd flips them over, when Floyd bucks without missing a beat. “You can be a pretty l’il slut with me. I don’t mind,” he purrs, huge palm engulfing Riddle’s tits, possessively splayed there like both of them are his to own. Riddle writhes against the sheets, coming with a shout as Floyd pinches him, making an unholy mess.

They’re both panting by the time he’s finished. Riddle gives him earful for failing to follow protocol, but his words are halfhearted. He’s dizzy and sore but in a good way, a way that makes his skin tingle and his head hurt.

He despises it when Floyd is right.

#txt #twst #flrd #retro fills

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