#some fluff to redeem me for my sins

[chuluoyi]

MARRIED ON PURPOSE

- gojo satoru x reader

"for one, i can show you incredible things!" jujutsu, madness, heaven, sin. the strongest sorcerer is sure to show you all of that during the whole duration of your six-month marriage contract.

genre: marriage of convenience, enemies to lovers, crack, fluff, slight satosugu angst/comfort, kamo!reader, very suggestive. gojo clan is portrayed as very traditional, meanwhile kamo clan is rather unpleasant here

note: the unholy amount of times i've edited this story *sigh* but okay i must drop it here or else i'm going to keep editing it and losing my mind. despite my misgivings and all, i really had fun writing this and i hope you enjoy it! wc. 5k !

a part of 1K MILESTONE EVENT

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Some would say... marrying Gojo Satoru would be living the dream.

“Don't look that sour now, wife.”

“…sigh.”

A playful nudge at your side, a lighthearted voice— “You're going to make them question our veeery happy marriage, you know… We don't want that now, do we?”

But to you, it was more like nightmare dressed in a daydream.

It was peak comedy because why would you put marrying Gojo Satoru in your life plans? He was incorrigible, a child trapped in a man's body, and there was also the very fact that you hate him. His only redeeming trait was being born in the esteemed Gojo clan, and now held the title of the strongest.

You know you must have accumulated karma, but out of everything else, why must you end up in this predicament?

Hailing from the great clans of jujutsu society, both of you know well that marriage is the essence to make the clan greater. And when it involves the big three clans, its importance amplifies even further.

It was just that you two were too rebellious to follow it through, for one reason or another. Everyone knows Gojo Satoru was faithless to any woman, and you were not exactly thrilled with the idea of marriage as a whole.

He was the one who came to you, proposing this insane idea of a temporary marriage.

"Look at it this way," Satoru said with a wry grin, contrasting your puzzled frown on that fateful afternoon. "It's either me or Zen'in Naoya for you, isn't it? It's so clear which is the better man."

That was what grated you the most. You would be damned if you married the misogynist.

"What do you get from this arrangement, really?" you questioned begrudgingly.

His name would give you security, stop the harassment from your clan, and maybe even a better life, but you didn't quite get what he'd get from the offer he willingly extended to you.

Satoru flippantly shrugged. "Nah, you are not exactly my type, but you're still far better than the boring puppet my family have considered to be my wife."

"Who?"

"Don't remember her name. All she goes on about is that she'll be the good wife and mother of my child. Ew."

Seven hells. You scowled. Gojo Satoru and his penchant for chasing the thrill. Boring women would kill him before an actual curse would.

"And hey, for one," he shot you a smirk, visibly smug. "I can show you incredible things!"

"That's not the point! Gojo, do you even realize—" your voice rose, pulsating with righteous fury, "—how serious all of this is? My life, your life! We're going to be stuck—together!"

"Six months," he blurted, tilting his head slightly. His sunglasses slipped down just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his sparkling eyes. "It's enough time to work through our shits, and by then if you have enough, we're through."

At that time, it seemed feasible. Both of you tolerating each other to avoid a much worse match.

. . .

BACK TO PRESENT—barely a week ever since you were paraded around as his wife, now you and Satoru were stiffly poised in the studio in your formal garbs, capturing your official wedding photos.

At that time, it seemed feasible, but now, it felt like a chore, as you realized that conversing with him either spiked your blood pressure so much that you wouldn't even be surprised if you ended up with hypertension or completely sapped your energy that you were left exhausted.

"Come on, show a smiiile," Satoru said in a sing-song voice, gesturing toward the camera as it flashed for the pictures. You were beyond appalled, shooting a glare in his direction.

"I am smiling, Gojo."

"Liar. You're pouting, wifey~"

Sigh… this really is going to be one hella of a ride, huh?

MONTH ONE, and you found out that Gojo Satoru is apparently as mad as people made him out to be.

"You've got to be kidding me!" you fumed, right after he hauled you into one of the rooms in his grand, traditional estate. Your glare pierced through him, a blood vessel ready to burst. "We never agreed on ‘consummating’ the marriage!"

You wrote him a goddamn contract. And the three conditions of this chaotic marriage are: one, it would only last six months; two, no personal feelings involved; and three, nothing borderline disturbing.

And this, you concluded, was the height of what could be called as disturbing.

"We will not," Satoru replied with a hint of disdain, grimacing, as if the notion didn't sit well with him either. The audacity! "We're just going to make it as if we are—"

"And why?! Why should I do that?!"

"Why else? Because my old fart believes that we indeed haven't done so."

"Then it's your fault? For failing to convince him? Why turn it into my problem!"

"Because, dear wife," he drawled, his tone taunting on the final note. "Now we're on the same page, in case you have forgotten."

Great clans and their hollow expectations spare no one, not even Gojo Satoru. They place importance in the most banal things, such as the continuity of sacred bloodlines and such.

The only alternative wasn't appealing either. Should you be found out that you married only to divorce... sigh, you didn't even want to know how big of a scandal it would be. One thing was certain: your clan would chop you to shreds.

You really had no choice, huh?

"Five minutes," you warned, glaring at him. "Make it loud. Make it so that no one wouldn't question this anymore."

Oh and sure he would. As Satoru pulled that shit-eating grin, you were in for another ride. You waited out until several maids were nearby, left the wooden door ajar, and began the show—

His hands wrapped around your waist—the feeling was peculiar, but you ignored it—and you let him pull you near that open door. He snuggled his face on your neck—his hair tickling you in the process, but you ignored that peculiarity again—as he started making suggestive noises. "Mm, you're so pretty, darling."

You could hear those maids gasp in surprise. And to add the flavor, you faked a moan.

This is... kinda fun? A twisted part of you suddenly found satisfaction in fooling the maids. A smile tugged at your lips as you shoved him away, and Satoru eyed you in surprise and irritation.

"Husband, you're... insatiable," you worded languidly, and he immediately caught on your act, grinning. "Anyone can walk by, you know."

"Oh? But that's the point." Satoru's bright blue eyes twinkled with utter mischief, and even you couldn't deny the exhilarating rush. "I want them to know."

And suddenly you got this very brilliant idea. You swiftly moved past him and sent the books and trinkets on his desk flying to the floor, causing questionable noises.

"Oh my!" a girlish voice exclaimed.

"The master! And the lady!"

Satoru shook his head, thoroughly entertained. And you rolled your eyes. Those nosy maids would finally have enough now, and this charade would end—

"What's happening here?"

The old fart. Both you and Satoru grunted in unison. You really thought you would leave it up to the maids to spread the word, but then you were taken by surprise when he wrapped his hands around you and flung the door open, slamming you against it—and damn it hurt!—offering everyone a front-row seat to your charade.

The maids squealed. His grandfather raised a righteous, demanding eyebrow. You wanted to scream.

"Hey, gramps," he greeted jovially, breathless, his grip on you tightening and you felt heat radiating from his palm. "Ah, sorry, opened it by accident—the wife here is feisty, you see."

Your veins felt ready to burst. Was this a part of his plan all along? How would you show your face before your grandfather-in-law now that he had seen this... atrocity?!

"So, yeah, we'll resume our business!" Satoru, the idiot, said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "See ya!"

With that the door slammed shut, but oh no, it was not the end.

"Mmmph!?" you protested, unintentionally loud and eyes widening in alarm when Satoru muffled your mouth with his hand.

The rotten bastard! You found it nearly impossible to breathe, shooting daggers at him. "Mmmrgh! Mmmrrgh!"

"Oh... so that boy really does it huh," you heard the elder mutter in thoughtful manner from outside—and you were in disbelief at how trusting he was—before rounding the stunned maids and barked, "What are all you doing here? Go!"

You nearly sagged with relief when Satoru loosened his grip slightly, allowing you to breathe, as his meddlesome grandpa finally stalked away. Done. This horrible act was over! But wait, why did he still had his hand on your mouth?

"That went splendidly!" he snickered, appearing rather pleased with what had unfolded. "Now, if only we work together like this more often—"

This is… my life now, you lamented the reality. The feeling of his calloused hand on you made you feel things, honestly speaking, but another emotion—and impulse—currently overpowered that.

Seething with resentment, you fiercely chomped down on his hand hard, causing him to swear and pull his hand out of you.

"You—you devil! You bit me!"

"Serves you right!"

Okay, he was bad. He was insufferable. But to be frank, sometimes it wasn't all chaos.

And what's more, by MONTH TWO, you realized that being married to Gojo Satoru also comes with several perks.

"Miss, please, you're trespassing—"

You looked at the police with the haughtiest look you could muster, unamused. "Don't you know who I am?"

"No, but it shouldn't—"

"I'm that man's wife," you declared regally, motioning towards a certain tall shuttlecock a few meters away. "Is that not clear enough for you?"

For one, no one can look down on you anymore, because should they try, you have the power to raise your chin high and declare yourself as the wife of the infamous sorcerer. The very moment you did, that nosy police stopped yapping, and let you through.

The cursed boy, Yuta and his classmate had just been trapped inside a barrier a curse user pulled down, and you were assigned to look into this case by the headquarters. As much as it boggled you—because certainly, the strongest sorcerer was enough to investigate this—you still had to do your job.

“What is this?” you asked Satoru, who was observing something far beyond what your measly ordinary eyes could see. “What happened here?”

He turned to you, all with bandaged eyes. “Hmm? Oh, you’re here too?”

“Don't act surprised. Answer my question, Gojo.”

"You’re too uptight, wifey," Satoru's lips curved upwards playfully. He had taken to addressing you with pet names as of late, if anything, only to get a rise out of you. "Isn't it the time for you to start calling me by my given name?"

You let out a weary exhale, exasperated. "I'm serious, did you find anything? Who is behind this?"

"Nah, nothing for you to worry about," Satoru waved his hand dismissively, grinning. "More importantly! Let's head back and have dinner! My treat!"

You weren't that oblivious. You noticed things too.

"What do you want tonight? Sukiyaki? Sushi?" he hummed nonchalantly. "Or shabu-shabu?"

You gave him the stink eye. "Is that all you think about? Food?"

"As a responsible husband, it's my duty to feed my wife, no?"

"News flash: temporary wife."

"But still my wife, regardless. I overheard you earlier. Being Mrs. Gojo is convenient, yeah?"

You ignored how a part of your jolted at the emphasis he placed on that word, grunting. "Nah, it's meh."

Call it a feeling or hypothesis. It was similar to how he treated his students. He always said the dumbest things, but it actually served to make them feel at ease.

Then it occurred to you, could this be actually his attempt to change the subject?

"You can't cheat your way out of this." You shot him a pointed look. "You know something. Tell me."

"Hmmm? And what would I get in return?"

"Don't make this difficult. I'm on this assignment too!"

"Nah, if you call me by my name, I might consider it."

Hah. You should really read a parenting book one of these days. Taking on your husband was more or less the same as facing a kid.

"Satoru," you tested, the name rolling out of your lips far easier than you thought. Somehow, using his given name felt like some sort of a leap of faith.

He stopped right in his tracks, turning to you. His glossy lips quirked into a meaningful smile, and you felt funny.

"Wasn't that difficult, was it?" he winked, and you covered the strange heat creeping onto your face by rolling your eyes and huffed.

Needless to say, he still didn't tell you even a clue. You finally gave up, thinking that if he insisted on not disclosing it, then so be it. You trusted him on this, even as he turned your help away, and you hated admitting it, because, well…

You’d trust him with your life. He knows how to handle this better than anyone.

Being a a woman in Kamo clan is, in fact, not any better than in Zen'in—you're regarded more as a commodity than a human being.

"When will you bear the child of the bearer of Six Eyes?" in your father's eyes, you were but a tool to tie the Gojo at his hip, and your worth probably wasn't even twice of Noritoshi's. You had known he would ask this when he summoned you to Kamo ancestral home, and you weren't that naive—you had asked Satoru to join you too. But your father had insisted him to stay at the foyer, while he dragged you into his chamber.

Just because you had seen it coming didn’t mean you liked it. "Is that all? Do you really make me come here just to ask me that?"

And what came next was like a crack of thunder.

"How insolent!"

You shuddered, hating how his voice still had control over you. You wanted to stay deviant, but you couldn't keep yourself from shaking. You thought you would have to endure this shit just like you did before, until—

"Now, now... That's my wife you're talking to. I'd watch your words, if I were you."

You had never whipped your head so fast.

There stood Gojo Satoru, your husband, in all his glory. He was smiling but it was clear that he was displeased, evident from his cutting remark, and most notably, how he had unveiled his striking cerulean eyes for all to see. Truth to be told, you didn't expect him to barge in here at all.

"Gojo-sama," your father bowed his head, displaying utter respect towards him, contrasting the blatant disrespect he showed towards you just now. Satoru paid him no heed, as took big strides towards you and seized your arm, prompting you to rise to your feet.

"What is this? Why are you yelling at her?" His voice lacked its usual hint of amusement or teasing, sending a chill down your spine.

"Gojo-sama, I apologize for my tone towards my daughter earlier. I was just trying to educate—"

“My wife. She is my wife now, and it would do you better to remember that,” Satoru asserted firmly, putting emphasis in the way he addressed you, his gaze hardening. "She is an adult. There's nothing left for you to educate her." Pausing, he added, "And the way I saw it, you were just unnecessarily rude."

"Gojo-sama, there were just certain things in our clan that—"

"Please, don't call on us again," Satoru interjected decisively with a light yet firm voice. You could swear your heart was somersaulting at the sight of him staring down your natural enemy. "I'm sure you're aware, but your daughter bears my name now, and she will get the respect she is due. I will have a word with anyone who fails to treat her accordingly."

Somehow or another, Satoru whisked you away from that hellhole, your hand tightly clasped in his. Your relieved sigh didn't go unnoticed by him, as he looked back to you.

"Have you gone soft?" he teased, eyeing you with a playful snort. "Did you forget who your husband is? You've got nothing to fear. Not even him."

"Thank you," you murmured. Your heart was still pounding and your mind blanked, rendering you unable to engage in your usual banters.

His clear blue eyes widened a touch, blinking at your display of vulnerability, Then, he wore the most innocent expression, even sporting a silly smirk—the hardness from earlier gone. "I was really cool, huh? Totally made you swoon I bet."

And in MONTH THREE, you realized, as he laced his fingers with yours, as his laughter filled the air, as calmness swelled on your chest, and as you loudly snorted at his remark, that—

You felt warm, so warm, in fact, and maybe—

"Pfft, you wish."

—maybe... being with him isn't so bad after all.

MONTH FOUR, and you finally found out that it was Geto Suguru.

Everyone knew that your husband and the criminal used to be the best of friends. You saw them during your high school days, and heck, you used to think that Geto was the better man.

You could only imagine what he must feel.

. . .

When he got back to your shared house after the whole ordeal—after he ended his best friend with his own hands, Satoru honestly didn't expect that you would be waiting for him.

"You okay?" you asked him, brows furrowed in concern. It was probably one of the very few times you had displayed emotions other than contempt towards him.

It felt strange because he was used to your jabs, and he was not sure what sort of expression he should pull now, because truthfully, now he felt empty. Blank. All he comprehended was that he had killed Suguru, that he was gone, and that was something he must do.

It would be just like any other day if hadn't just committed a murder. On someone he held dear.

"Of course, who do you think I am?" Satoru swiftly replied, sounding smug—or at least tried to. "I'm the strongest. I’m unscat—"

"No, not that." You frowned, meeting his gaze squarely. "After everything."

Satoru struggled to choose how he should react, partly because most of his energy had gone after walking Yuta back and reassuring him earlier, and by default, the two of you should be hellbent on hating each other and wishing for this contract to end soon.

"Aww, are you worried about me?" he quipped with a touch of sarcasm just because he had to, to show you that it wasn't enough to ruffle him.

Because he is still the strongest, even when alone. Especially when he is alone.

You let out a sigh, looking away. "Can't I?"

"Whoa, that's sweet of—"

"Don't fool yourself," you stated in straight-laced manner, meeting his gaze with a composed expression. "You're not okay. You might be Gojo Satoru, but no one will be after doing what you just did."

You might be Gojo Satoru, but no one will be after doing what you just did.

Despite himself, his smile fell, and his chest burns. What is this? Were you sympathizing with him?

Does that mean that you don't see him as the entity... that was the strongest?

Before now, Satoru remembered you as the most uncooperative Kyoto girl he had ever met. Your first meeting in high school sealed your fate as the two of you could hardly get along. You didn't mince words, you didn't take shit from anyone else—heck, sometimes when he thought of you, what came up to mind was an impenetrable diamond.

Which was why he chose you. You were someone he could trust. You were pretty in the eyes and certainly wouldn't bore him either. His reasons were purely based on logic. And after four months with you, Satoru came to a conclusion that you indeed fulfilled all his expectations, if not more.

And he felt comfortable, or dare he say, secure even. He felt like he had gained a friend, who could see past his bravado and wouldn't judge him for it.

"You're..." you sighed, casting a sympathetic glance at him, your forehead slightly creased. At that moment, Satoru couldn't help but think you were incredibly endearing, fretting over him. "...an idiot."

"Heh." I really am, aren't I?

"I never knew him well..." you chose your words carefully, hesitant. "Did you try to convince him, before this?"

He barked a bitter laugh. "I did, we even made a scene in front of freaking KFC," he remarked with a scoff. "He didn't listen to me, until the very end."

You wanted to tell him “You have done everything you could” but the words faltered on your tongue. You couldn't bring yourself to say it when you saw the faint quiver of his lips, the slump of his shoulders—the very sight of a boy grieving the loss of his friend.

Your heart pricked too, somehow, seeing that expression on him. And you once again realized that your silly, exalted husband was just as human as anyone else who made him think he wasn’t.

"And you know what he said in the end?" Satoru's tone was flippant, as if asking the most normal thing around, but carried a trace of grief, evident in the slight drop in his tone if you squinted. "He said he didn't regret it, not even a bit."

"I'm sorry," was all you could manage.

Satoru's smile was lopsided. Now that he had finally accepted it, something inside him finally bleeds, and it freaking hurts. The pain gripped his chest like a swirling inferno.

But then, you boldly clasped his hand in yours, gently tracing soothing circles on its back.

"What?" he peered at you, feeling a ghost of a smile forming.

"Consider this emotional support."

And he chuckled softly. Despite the lingering ache, despite the gloom he was sure he would carry for the rest of his life, he felt the pain was more bearable with you by his side, somewhat.

How?

You blamed it on the alcohol, because it was MONTH FIVE and you were kissing Gojo Satoru, daringly.

"We shouldn't be doing this," you rasped between kisses, breathless, as your own sinful hands plucked the buttons off his shirt. The intoxication might have played a part, but the intense heat coursing through you made it hard to think straight.

Satoru crashed his lips against yours again, consumed by blind lust. "Yeah, we shouldn't," he replied in a rush. His breath was hot as he trailed his lips down your jaw and neck next, savoring the softness of your skin.

You two had attended a banquet for the elite, and you were unbelievably beautiful. Standing by his side as his wife, you drew admiring glances, with everyone marveling at what a remarkable couple you made. The Gojo heir who was born with the legendary Limitless and the Kamo heiress, as lovely as her clan's name was powerful.

His deft hands roamed the curves of your body, exploring every inch of you. The warmth of his hands tickled something inside you as you closed your eyes to sink into this very moment. Next you knew, his bare body was against yours and you were stripped out of your evening dress.

Lust flickered in his honored eyes, as he took in the sight of you in your undergarments.

"You're really pretty, you know," he whispered. The intensity with which his eyes scanned your form made you nearly squirm. "Shame we don't always get along."

"You're one to talk," you retorted, a hint of exasperation in your tone, as you willed all other thoughts away. Thoughts like what comes after this. Thoughts like—

Is it heaven or sin, if you feel both at once?

His thumb tenderly caressed your plush lips, a hint of a smirk on his beautiful face.

He has long been thinking about your body. He was but a man, after all. He just didn't expect that you wanted this too.

There was always this tension, only this time, neither of you could hold it back anymore. Perhaps it was impulse—hell, most certainly it is, but there was another thing, something more that even Gojo Satoru still didn't dare to say out loud.

"Eager, are we?" he taunted when you leaned in, yearning for the touch of his lips on yours again.

You huffed. “Shut up and kiss me.”

A rush of heat flooded your cheeks at the slip of those words. You were about to rectify it, taken aback by your own boldness, but then he drew you close, silencing any further protest with a gentle hush—

"Too late, sweetheart," his husky voice entered your ears, lips curling into the most wicked smile, and you were in a trance. And Satoru was once again convinced, that choosing you as his wife was the rightest thing there was.

If the two of you went with this, then there would be consequences. Things would become more complicated, harder to sort out.

But, he decided, as he captured your lips in another heated kiss, everything else can wait.

MONTH SIX, and you were dreading the day of your divorce.

You brought this upon yourself. Whenever you reminisced about that night, you wanted to smack yourself in the face and bang your head against the nearest wall.

This marriage has a time limit. And you were doing it out of convenience in the first place.

You weren't supposed to… goddammit—fall in love with him.

But what's done is done, there is no going back in time. Awkward exchanges and lingering stares had been gnawing at your insides these days, and you were sure Satoru too must have noticed them too. You two used to be more relaxed with each other, and he'd even flirt with you, but weeks ever since that night of drunken passion, you almost reverted back to your high school personas—ignoring each other.

This was tough. You didn't like this. And more than that, you were faced with a more pressuring matter...

Gojo Satoru, with everything he possessed, could have had any woman he wanted. This arrangement with you was temporary in the first place, soon he would forget you and flit to the next woman.

The thought made your heart ache, because you had involuntarily gave your heart away to him. Siiigh… What a predicament you put yourself into, huh?

With just a month left together, maybe you should just make the best of it.

. . .

If you thought that things were any better with Satoru, then you were sorely wrong because he too, was debating with himself often nowadays.

Days spent with you were fun and fulfilling. You irked expression somehow had made its mark in his heart. You were pretty, fit to be by his side publicly and preferably, behind the closed doors. With you, he didn't feel the need to carry this facade of being strong—he could be a clown tripping over his own trap and you would amuse him with your deadpan expression.

And ever since that night, he was constantly reminded by how soft your skin was against his. It almost drove him crazy now that he was deprived of it.

How was it the last month already? He wasn't ready to let you go yet.

When he got back home later after his class ended and found you in the dinner table setting the food, all he could muster was, "Hey. Haven't eaten?"

You whirled around to face him in surprise. "Oh... you're back. Just about to. Want to join me?"

Of course he would. And yet as the two of you sat down, it was so painfully awkward Satoru felt like he was dying inside.

Why couldn't he pull off a smart line or two? Where did his suaveness go? He was smoother than this, surely, with his colorful history. One night of passion was supposed to enhance the relationship, not to derail it. What happened to you both?

The salt was near his side when you reached to grab it and bumped into his hand. "Uh-oh."

Turning towards you, he found your spooked expression and your adorable eyes widening in surprise. "S-sorry..."

It was just freaking salt! Salt! Why on earth were you apologizing?!

Enough, he thought. This utter madness of being jumpy with each other. He'd start from his side.

Does he want you to keep being his wife even after all this ends? Yes.

Why? All reasons already listed above.

Does this mean he likes you? Apparently and supposedly, yes. Because if it isn't then he doesn't know what this funny feeling driving him mad is.

With that sorted out, then he only had one more thing to confirm. He put down his spoon and crossed his arms together. "Tell me the truth. Do you like living with me?"

His question obviously took you by surprise. "Huh? What brought this on?"

"Just give me an answer."

"You're so pushy," you grumbled, lips pursed, and he felt like you were finally back to your usual dynamics somewhat. Good.

"Sooo, the verdict? Do you enjoy being with me or not?"

Because to him, it was a resounding yes and more.

Ignoring the warmth that surged to your cheeks, you rolled your eyes. "Surprisingly, not bad, yeah," you admitted, mustering the courage to meet his gaze. "You're annoying, an idiot, a bit crazy—"

"Hey!"

"—but eventually you're still... manageable," you added, feeling your face truly start to sizzle. But covered it up by looking down and playing with your fingers as you still had more to go on. "What I want to say is... I'm glad that I agreed to this—with you—because I can’t imagine it with anyone else."

An unfamiliar tingling emotion rushed to his chest as his face too started to heat up, letting your words sink in. Is he blushing? Oh God. He sure is. And so did he feel hella giddy.

Then it’s sealed.

Suddenly he procured a piece of paper from his work uniform and showed it to you. You first saw his lazily scrawled signature before it dawned on you.

The contract. You almost forgot that you made him sign that looming piece of paper. You were almost dismayed, thinking that he would end this right then and there, but then—

“Well, then… I suppose we no longer need this.”

Riiip~

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when Gojo Satoru tore out your contract right in front of your face, the most brilliant of his devilish grin adorned his handsome face, as he took of his blindfold to see you far clearly than ever. Heavens, you are cute, he thought.

“Soooo~ seems like you’re stuck with me from now on!”

You gaped, awestruck at the blatant meaning of it all, feeling how your heartbeat started to pick up the pace, when he pulled the rag out of your feet once more by tilting his head to the side, looking at you with a winning smile.

“Let’s start over! What did they say again? Ah, yeah. Here’s to the first day of our lives!”

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[pray4byron]

Hellooo may I please request some fluff for a Husk x Angel! Reader who sneaks out of Heaven to see him keep track of the hotel? I wish to see the grumpy old man having a soft spot for her even if they are so different. Perhaps him teaching her how to prepare drinks or how to win a card game on his spare time leads him to confess his feelings for her. As a little extra, he finds it endearing just how innocent she can be in Hell's standards <3

as a husk lover, this is so cute <33 im loving this idea and i rlly hope i gave it the justice it deserves !!

Warnings: Seraphim!Reader, Swear Words, S1 spoilers, GN!Reader, Not proofread (I don’t have to energy to read through all of it it’s so long hsjsjsjs)

“King of Hearts”

Heaven was a place of glory and peace to the public eye, but Heaven… wasn’t all it was built up to be.

It had rules, as expected, but a lot of them… And some of the rulers weren’t exactly as open minded as you may think.

An example of this is when Princess Morningstar, the daughter of the fallen seraphim, Lucifer, came up from Hell to explain why sinners deserve a second shot, and how they can be redeemed by a redemption hotel of hers.

The meeting did not go as planned, Charlotte’s partner turned out to be a fallen angel, thanks to Adam, first douchebag man on Earth and in Heaven.

It had been a day since the meeting, and Adam, as well his lieutenant, Lute, wanted to meet with you, and you couldn’t imagine why.

We had a meeting yesterday? What could’ve been so important?

You open the door to Adam’s office, a bit hesitant. Adam sits at the desk casually, legs plopped over the top, shoving his face full of chips, leaving crumbs everywhere, as Lute stood beside.

“Sup, bitch.” You heard, barely audible, due to the fucking crinkling of the chip bag. ‘Wow, great start.’ You thought.

“Hi.” You said, a bit quieter than intended, as you sat down. “Look, we need to ask you a favor.” Adam said as he munched on his chips, you tried to maintain all the patience that kept you from chucking that bag of chips at his crotch.

“I’m listening.” You said, crossing your hands politely.

Lute piped up into the conversation, combing a hand through her silvery locks, “Lucifer’s cunt and her idiotic hotel are diminishing everything Heaven is built to represent. We need you to go down to that damned shit hole every week and give us reports.”

“And before you ask!” Adam started. “If you don’t, we’ll tell Sera how much of a dirty whore you’ve been, and all the filthy sins you’ve committed.” Adam said, a shit-eating grin spread wide across his mask- face? No, mask.

Your eyes widen, how the fuck did he know? “Fine.” You said with a sigh, an annoyed smile on your face, maybe you’d get to fulfill Emily’s wish of helping Charlie after all.

You stood in front of the door of the Hotel, taking a breath before knocking on the door.

Moments later what you recognize to be Lucifer’s daughter, Charlie, if your memory is serving you right. “Oh, hello again, would you like to come in?” She asks with a grin.

“Yeah.. I would.” You say, as Charlie steps aside to let you in.

You chuckle bashfully before looking to Charlie, “I know Heaven and Hell have never seen eye-to-eye, and I never really gave the yearly exterminations much though, but when I heard you at the meeting the other day, my perspective totally flipped.” You started, Charlie couldn’t have looked happier, and you saw out of the corner of your eye Vaggie eyeing you suspiciously.

“I was told to come down here to sabotage you guys, but after seeing everything you’ve built, even before that, I know I couldn’t do that to you guys. You don’t have to trust me, but I wanna help you, and I wanna give this hotel thing a shot.” You said to Charlie, well, to everyone who was in the lobby, which seemed like all the staff and residents that you knew of.

Vaggie sighed, approaching Charlie’s side, putting a protective arm around her waist, “I… I’m not so sure..” She said, eyeing you, not with hatred, necessarily, more so, caution.

“How about this,” Alastor pipes up, approaching the conversation, after being a bystander, “If you go against your word, and go against us, all of Heaven will know exactly what you told us, deal?” Alastor, or who you knew as the radio demon suggests, putting his hand to yours, offering a shake.

You shake it firmly. “Deal.”

The hotel fills with green flames and sparks, Alastor looks at you with a wide grin, “Well anywho, enjoy your stay, my dear, I’m off to visit one of my dear friends!” He says, walking off.

“C’mon, Vaggie! We gotta show them around!”

Charlie and Vaggie had shown you everything, and honestly, the progress they were making wasn’t half-bad, did it need improvement here and there? Yes. But it was pretty good considering.

The two girls had shown you off to your room, but honestly, you didn’t wanna go, it felt like your night wasn’t over. And you hadn’t really gotten to know many people, so you went to place you thought would be most lively, the bar.

Yeah… Not so lively. You go down and sit, the grumpy cat man, which you knew to be Husk looked at you. “What would you want to drink?” He asked, eyeing you.

“Oh, just a water.” You say with a smile. “Fuckin’ course.” He mumbles, pouring you a water and handing it off to ya.

You tap your nails against the glass for a moment, it was silent, awkward silence, maybe not for him, but definitely for you.

“So ya really think this whole redemption shit is possible? If you don’t, I don’t blame ya. Not like I’mma fuckin’ tell anyone.” He asked, sparking a conversation first, which had shocked you a bit.

“Oh, well yeah, of course I do. No one is truly evil, even in Hell, and with the right help, I believe all of these sinners could be up in Heaven.” You said, the same polite yet bashful smile plastered on your face, Husk took notice of it, giving a small smile, not that you noticed.

“Well… You’re right, sinners aren’t evil, but they are broken. Just because you’re broken, doesn’t mean your evil. You can be broken and still end up in Heaven, it’s just the people who are broken but don’t try to change.” Husk elaborated. Huh.

“Oh.” You said, eyes slightly widened, and a small ‘o’ shape of your lips, “I… never thought about it that way.” You mumbled.

“Sure, maybe not every sinner is gonna go up, but I’m positive most will!” You recovered quickly.

Husk let out a joking scoff as he smirked and rolled his eyes, so innocent, Husk chuckled at your naive antics.

Moving on from that, Angel eventually came down to the bar, with full plans to get wasted - so Husk made you help him out here and there.

He taught you how to make a few simple drinks, nothing too hardcore, and honestly it was quite fun for you, new, but fun.

Then when Angel drank one too many drinks, he sluggishly dragged himself up to his room, you assumed it had to do with his work, but you weren’t sure.

You weren’t ready to leave quite yet, so with no drinks to serve to you, Husk began to teach you how to win a game of cards, over the course of the hour or two you played, which was almost until sunrise, you made some fair progress.

Times like these went on till the extermination and after, Adam had found out what you had done, and you had fallen down to Hell for good, and honestly, you didn’t mind one bit.

You came down to the bar, Angel winking at you before sliding away, knowing your intentions for the night, you sat down and smiled at Husk.

“My usual, please” You said, “Shoulda known.” Husk said, chuckling softly, shaking his head, before handing your water to you.

“What’s the next topic your gonna talk my ear off about? Or are we playing cards again?” Husk asked, softly smirking at you, his gaze softer than usual.

“Oh no, I actually came down with erm… a report… of sorts?” You said, trying to not elaborate so much, not wanting him to catch on quite yet, although you have a feeling he might’ve, “And that is?” He asked, his head turned, putting away the glass he was cleaning, his full, undivided attention was now on you.

“Well- I.. Uh. I have something I need to ask you- Well more so, tell you, I guess?” You explained, using your hands to help elaborate what you were trying to say.

Husk was catching on, he always knew you had a little something for him, maybe not immediately, but it didn’t take long. “Well, Husk, I- Okay so, uh… Heheh.. We’ve spent a lot of time together.. And well, I just wanted to tell you- Wait ask you.. No. Tell? No, ask you- if maybe you uh..”

Husk sat there with a pleasant but patient smile on his face, he was more than willing to let you finish this on your own.

“If maybe… you wanted to go out.. with me..? Like uh, like a date? Or not a date, that’s fine too, well I-”

“Doll.” Husk said.

You shot up. He spoke. Shit shit shit shit shit shit…

“I feel the same way.” He said, his soft gaze on you, a chuckle escaping his lips.

You giggle awkwardly. “Oh and by the way.” Husk said, reaching into his pocket, “From that round of cards we played the other day,” He started.

“Was this your card?” He said with a smirk, sliding a card to you.

You look at it.

King of Hearts.

Damn, that was smooth.

#hazbin hotel #mio’s writing ! ☆ #hazbin hotel x reader #x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #fanfiction #x y/n #x you #hazbin hotel husker #husk #husker hazbin hotel #husk x reader #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel husk #husk hazbin hotel #husker #husker x reader #hazbin husker #husker x you

[mischiefthedreamerx]

Pep Talk With The Man In The Mirror

Synopsis: Steven gives Marc a well needed pep talk in how to become vulnerable and open up to Layla about his past and his years of pain before they both loose her for good and before Marc breaks beyond repair.

A/N: The location & time of this fanfic isn't important. But I'd suggest you watch EP 5 before this. Just a simple fluff/angst with lots of a dialogue between the two. I write mainly for myself tbh.

Word Count: 1.4k

Marc Spector was a coward.

Sure he was no stranger to ending multiple lives in a heartbeat without hesitation or jumping into enemy territory. Violence worked by his side after all. Yet ask Marc to open up, to show even a glimpse of pain that had built up since childhood; he'd refuse. Instead he'd think up lies and ways to escape the inevitable for as long as possible, or to disappear from the one who loved you to protect them from the truth.

Marc Spector was a fool as well as a coward. He was so many other things; a killer, a monster, a mercenary stained red, some twisted so-called saviour, stopping the evil-doers in their tracks. To think becoming a servant to an ancient Egyptian god could ever redeem him from his sins...

Then there was Steven Grant; sure he was awkward, a bit of a loner. But he was no coward in being vulnerable. Steven was almost child-like, in a naive and innocent kind of way. Something Marc envied.

And sure, Steven also wasn't that brave but right now, he was the bravest of the two, considering that Marc almost had a breakdown in front of Layla before running off in a heated daze.

Face drenched in sweat, Marc paced back and forth, hands shaking in an unsettled manner as if he wasn't sure where to place them.

"Hey, um, Marc, buddy. You gotta calm down.." Steven spoke from within the large mirror.

Marc refused to turn towards his alter. Marc's legs began to trembled, his heart ready to beat out of his chest any moment now.

"Oi! I know you can hear me! I know how this mirror thing works. Seriously, stop and breath. Marc! Let me in.."

"Not right now, Steven..I can handle this on my own. " Marc gasped between laboured breathing. His legs refused to carry him anymore as his heavy burdened body collapsed on its hands and knees in a trembling mess. Marc's vision began to blur, the sound of his racing heart pounded in his ears. Then he slipped away. For a split second, his head tilted up,the whites of his eyes showing before the breathing regulated itself back to normal.

Steven took a moment to himself, allowing the body to settle before standing up. Steven stood up to see Marc in his place within the mirror, exhaustion hung heavier on his features than usual. Despite sharing the same body, it was almost concerning how easy it was to tell who was fronting without speaking; it was the eyes that always gave it away.

"You alright?" Steven asked.

Marc didn't responded right away. "I had it all under control. " Was all he said.

"You call having a near panic attack being 'under control'? Yeah, don't think it works that way. You can take the back seat for awhile and take a time out, yeah?”

Marc only shook his head in defeat. Marc was so close, closer than he'd ever been in explaining aspects of his past to Layla. Though mentioning his childhood was the trigger. His body forced him to run as if his life depended on it. Coward.

"I was.. so close.." Marc clenched his fists. The mirror would probably had been shattered if Marc was in control right now.

"It's fine, you can try again. You know that saying; If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Well come to think of it, that's never actually worked for me.." Steven muttered awkwardly. Marc remained silent not looking so impressed, though Steven thought that was how he usually looked anyway.. so he couldn't tell the difference.

Marc wrapped his arms around himself. "I ran away, Steven. Do you know how bad that looked? I can't even open up to the one person that loves me. "

Steven walked closer to the mirror. It was at this point, Steven realised he was terrible at comforting others. Lack of people skills didn't help matters. Though he had to try something. Marc was drowning in his internal suffering, the deeper he went, the harder it would be to make it out alive. Steven wanted to drag Marc back up to the surface.

"Mate, you can't keep Layla in the dark any longer, because sooner or later, you're gonna loose the one single thing that's good in your life, in our live." Steven tried his best to toughen up his voice, to do anything to make Marc even slightly listen to him. Steven barely succeeded in standing up to his work colleagues much less try and reason with Marc, who was the most stubborn between them.

Marc took a deep breath, swallowing a lump that formed in his throat.

"This was a mistake. I-i should of never agreed to do this.." Marc stuttered.

Steven was only inches away from the mirror, the temptation to reach out a hand to Marc was pointlessly growing stronger. Had it really took Steven this long to realise how much they didn't look alike, despite the fact that they were obviously identical? Marc's face was hard and sharp, harsh lines of a long brutal life. The face of a statue that was fracturing each day. Then Steven, who's face was so how much more softer, all droopy and doe-eyed expressions.

"Look," Steven spoke in a more gentler tone, " it's my job to protect you, right? That the whole reason why i'm here, why you created me. Let me talk to her Marc, I can tell her for you. You can take a break, yeah?" Steven had no problem with opening up to Layla about what Marc—what they— had been through. She had easily accepted Steven and he trusted her in return, he saw no reason not to tell her.

"I appreciate your help, Steven, really I do but no. This is something that I have to do on my own.."

Steven dropped his shoulders, large eyes loosing its hopeful shine. "You can't do everything on your own, Marc. You're gonna up end up all alone."

Suddenly, Marc thrashed his fists against the mirror from within. This caused Steven to jerk back and almost loose his balance. Marc pressed his forehead on the glass as he averted his gaze. Of course the mirror was still intact, he hadn't physically hit it.

Steven held out his hands in front of him like someone would do when trying to tame a wild beast. They both shared a few steady breathes between them in silence.

Marc clenched his eyes shut before speaking. "I'm sorry, Steven."

"It's alright, I get it, you're upset." Steven said softly. "I know how you're feeling. No one likes to be alone.." Steven knew it all to well. Sure, many people say to you; 'you're not alone', and give you a bunch of leaflets but when you really need support, no one is there for you. "I'm mr billy no mates here so..." Steven attempted to laugh it off as a joke with some half attempted smile that was fooling no one.

"I tried, to make you feel like you weren't so alone." Marc said, his temper replacing itself with something more mellow. "Tried to give you the kind of life i never got to have." It was a miserable life but Steven could understand what Marc meant; it was almost a normal life that many would take for granted, instead of a life serving an arrogant god and childhood that Marc so badly wished to bury.

"I know you did. And i appreciate it , man, really. You tried your best to carry the whole weight of the world on your shoulders, to keep me and Layla safe. But you don't have to lone wolf this whole thing anymore. Every superhero needs a sidekick right?"

A small hint of a smile finally broke through across Marc's face. "I'm no superhero, Steven."

"Well you've got a fancy cape, you take down the bad guys. Hey, you've also got an alter ego to add to the mix." Steven's face lit up, feeling chuffed with himself from the sudden humorous side to his existence. "Ever tried teaming up with the Avengers?"

To Steven's surprise, Marc let out a laugh as he shook his head. "The Avengers, what a joke those guys are." Finally there was no longer a trace of anguish across Marc's features. Tiredness was still evident in those eyes but that often seemed like a permanent fixture.

"More of a low-key guy, aren't you?"

Marc casually shrugged. "Something like that."

"Ready to face the music?" Steven said, gesturing to the locked door. "Layla'll be worrying her head off by now."

Marc briefly rubbed his forehead in thought before replying. "Yeah, I'm ready." He let out a steady breath.

"Right, cool. You've got this." Steven said with his thumbs up. "I'll, um, see you later then i guess." He closed his eyes, bracing himself, waiting to swap places with Marc.

"Wait, before you go..." Marc began.

Steven opened his eyes. "Yeah?"

"You're more than some alter ego to me, Steven."

Steven smiled warmly. "Cheers, Marc." Then within seconds, they had traded places once again.

Before making a move to leave, Marc took a silent moment to look at his worn out reflection, at Steven from within the mirror as if it would somehow provide him with the extra strength that he needed.

Marc Spector wasn't so alone anymore

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side note; alters in a DID system aren't referred to as alter egos, this was purely Steven being humorous.

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #steven grant fanfic #marvel #marvel one shot #marvel fanfiction

[ifishouldvanish]

Broken (3/3)

@winterswanderlust said: Alright so I can’t stop thinking about this: how would footfetish!Gold react to Belle breaking a heel?? I keep picturing him giving the pair an honorable burial in their backyard or maybe making a funeral pyre. And god help him if Belle sprained her ankle in the process.

RATING: E TAGS: the adventures of shoe fetish!Gold, Belle breaks a heel, sprains an ankle, and apparently has an ice kink, Oops, Foot Fetishism, foot worship, male submission, Fluff and Smut WORDS: 1,512 A/N: Well, this was a ride. Enjoy the fluffy conclusion :)

Part 4 of Gold On the Soles of Her Shoes

[Ch. 1][Ch. 2] [Read On AO3]

He couldn’t wait for her to get home from the library. He’d picked up her Guccis from the cobbler this morning and all that was left was for her to try them on and see how they felt. He didn’t want to get his hopes up too much though— the cobbler made sure to stress the likelihood of the heel alignment being off ever so slightly, just enough to leave them unwearable despite their best efforts.

But oh, how happy his Belle would be to wear her favorite shoes again! Just thinking about the look of sheer delight on her beautiful face had him giddy all afternoon. And to see them back in their rightful position on her feet— the deep red suede contrasting her luminous, porcelain skin, the color of her pedicure peeping through the open toe, the T-straps accentuating her delicate ankles…

He shook his head before his thoughts could wander too far. But gods, how did he get so lucky? So blessed, to have a woman as stunning as Belle to call his wife?

He would have dinner ready for her when she got home. Chicken Marsala with mushrooms and prosciutto, paired with Pinot noir. He decided he’d give her her shoes to try on before they ate. This way, if the repair as a success, she could wear them at the table. If not, then at least she’d still have a home cooked meal to look forward to. But also, he just didn’t think he could stand to wait until afterwards.

So, before dinner. Definitely before.

Dinner was coming along swimmingly, and he was whisking the simmering Marsala sauce to life when he felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around his chest.s

Sneaky little minx, he thought. He hadn’t heard the sound of her heels clunking on the front porch. Unless… she was still wearing her flats? They’d seen Dr Whale yesterday though, and he’d given her the green light to wear heels again. He was certain she’d rush to wear one of her tallest pairs today.

She pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck— or, as close as she could reach— and squeezed him tightly. “What’s all this, hmm?”

“Nothing. I just figured I’d prepare a little something special to mark the occasion.”

Belle giggled in his ear and his heart swelled in his chest. “And what occasion is that?”

“The one where I manage not to burn this sauce when my wife is clearly trying to distract me.” He said, carefully stirring the pan’s contents while she gently swayed the two of them from side to side.

“I’m not trying to distract you!” She laughed. “Though I suppose I could…” she murmured, clutching a hand through his hair,  tugging it lightly and gently scraping his scalp. Gods above. “But did you ever think that maybe you’re the one who’s distracting?”

He cleared his throat. “And what responsibilities might I be distracting you from at the moment, sweetheart?”

Belle pressed another kiss to his shoulder. “Smells delicious.” She said, changing the subject.

“It’s also done.” He said, tapping the whisk on the edge of the pan before setting it on the spoon rest.

“Hm… I wasn’t talking about dinner, handsome.”

He turned off the stove and moved the pan to another burner to cool, then spun around to face her. “I don’t know what you’re after, sweetheart, but all this flattery will get you nowhere.” He warned playfully.

She was failing miserably at holding back the smile on her face, and it made it impossible for him to maintain the stern expression on his. Reaching up on her toes, she pressed her lips to his, and goodness— her kisses always left him breathless, no matter how soft or how deep, how chaste or how impassioned.

“I have something for you.” He managed to say.

Belle grinned and arched her brow. “…Do you?”

“I do.” He nodded, smiling again.

She freed him from her arms and watched as he hitched into the living room to retrieve a shoebox that had been hiding in plain sight on one of the end tables.

“Before I give this to you, I must caution you, sweetheart.” He began. “The cobbler did their best, but well— they just might not be the same.”

“Oh, Rum—” she blurted, catching on. “you didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to.” He assured. “They were your favorite.”

She raised a brow at him. “Are you sure they’re not just your favorite?”

His lips curled into a lopsided little smirk. “…They might be in the top ten. Or, five.”

Belle nibbled her lip and pulled the lid off the box slowly, smiling brightly at what she found. “These are my shoes?!” She gasped, taking the right shoe out of the box. “They look brand new! They got the scuffs out and everything!”

“Aye, they did. But— again, you ought to hold your judgement until you try them on, sweetheart. They might not…” He trailed off, giving her an apologetic look.

“I understand.” She nodded and huffed out a little laugh. “I did quite a number on them, didn’t I?”

He just smiled. She had, wearing them as often as she did.

She plopped onto the sofa with the box in her lap, staring up at him. He raised his brows expectantly, eager for a verdict.

“…Rum?”

He cleared his throat. “Yes, sweetheart?”

“Would you like to… help?”

He blushed, embarrassed for being so neglectful. Of course he’d like to help.

“Yes. Yes, of course.” He blurted, rushing to his knees and smiling up at her. He took her hand and pressed a kiss to it. “It would be my honor, sweetheart.”

He carefully traded her Valentino flats for the restored Guccis, taking his sweet time with the ankle straps. With them fastened comfortably, he pushed himself back up to his feet and offered his hands to her. She took them and he pulled her to her feet before taking a step back, giving her room to walk about.

The first thing he noticed was that she was unsteady. He wasn’t sure if it was because it was her first time wearing heels since her injury, or because of the shoes themselves. But she was pacing clumsily across the rug like a newborn calf learning to use its legs, and he’d be endeared if not for the disappointment sinking in his chest.

“How…  How do they feel, sweetheart?”

She stopped pacing and looked at him with a put-on smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “They um… feel kind of… off.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, stepping up to her and rubbing his hands over her arms. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, baby.” She said, giving him a peck on the cheek. “You really didn’t even have to— it’s fine, really.”

“Well… I guess they’re as good as rubbish, then.” He sighed.

“Hey— That’s not entirely true…” She said, cupping his face.

He knit his brows together. “What do you mean? You can’t wear them out, Belle. You could hurt yourself. Again. Even worse. I won’t have it—”

“That may be so.” She laughed. “But just because I can’t wear them out doesn’t mean I can never wear them in.”

He blinked at her with an empty expression, and she bit her lip. Oh. Oh.

He coughed. “You mean—”

“Mhmm.” She nodded and leaned into his ear. “…In bed, Rum.”

God, how the mere flicker of the thought excited him. He shook it away. “I— you should wear shoes you feel good in, Belle. Not some old things you can hardly walk in, simply because I like them.”

“Well, I liked them too! I still do. In fact… I uh, think I might like them even more now.”

“I—” He opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. “…I don’t understand.”

“I broke these heels and sprained my ankle, yes. But then you came to my rescue. These past two weeks, you’ve taken such good care of me. I was feeling frumpy and down on myself, and you went out of your way to make me feel confident and beautiful again. These are so much more than just a pair of shoes I can’t walk in anymore, Rum. They’re a reminder of how lucky I am to have a husband who cares as deeply for me as you do. I can’t think of another pair I’d rather see on my feet while we make love, than these.”

Her words rendered him speechless and he huffed out a disbelieving laugh. "Belle, I—”

She stretched up on her toes, draping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. She was stealing the breath from him again, but that was perfectly fine. She could have it.

“Thank you.” She said, smiling at him. “Now let’s get these things off and have dinner.” She adjusted his tie and pat his chest, wetting her lips. “…You can put them back on for me later.”

Gold swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “Yes. Yes, anything you want, sweetheart.”

#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #fic: gold on the soles of her shoes #some fluff to redeem me for my sins

[camdentown-library]

My guardian spirit || Thranduil x fem!reader (Platonic)

𝕺𝖍, 𝖆 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋𝖋 𝖆 𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖋, 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖊?

Summary: Where war seems to have stripped all virtues from men and living beings of Middle-earth, the cold King Thranduil will save a child's life, redeeming her greedy and unfriendly mind. Requested? No Genre: Fluff;; a bit angst ;; platonic Words: 1294

It was chaos Dale, you believed that the ordeal and the pain that stormed your heart and that of all the few survivors of Laketown had ended in front of the high and imposing flames that made your hometown sink in the cold limbs of the dark water .. .your naivety as a teenager should have changed its mind. The ruins that had housed you that cold night, reminding you of how lonely and lost you were and now without the comfortable arms of your parents, the next morning had been invaded by a horde of merciless orcs. People screamed, ran away helpless. Your eyes shocked and now deprived of their innocence saw those ugly creatures tear to pieces men, women, children, elves ... no one was safer. Death was around you, in a vice that was closing more and more, strangling you and quickly making you one of the next victims. You tried to make yourself small in the midst of that theater of horrors, trying in every possible way to escape far away and find refuge in some small hiding place. Your heart feared that you would be stepped on by someone at this rate. You managed to sneak away from what may have been the main square and busiest area in that war, until you descended a small staircase that seemed to take you out of Dale. But a sinister growl made your legs shake and petrified you as if you were under the spell of an evil witch. A broad shadow covered your frail and frail figure, advancing further towards you, while your eyes wide with terror watched an ogre taller and more burly than the others, who had just torn apart a poor elven soldier, until his predatory attention fell on you ... Did he want to eat you? How did your mom tell in bedtime stories about ogres eating bad children? It didn't matter at that point, your prey instincts screamed at you to turn your heels and run, fast as the wind, like an elven arrow, fast as the flames of Smaug that had burned your parents alive. The ground beneath your tiny feet trembled with every large step of that ogre, who in the meantime had decided to charge towards you, like a mad bull, while your vision was clouding more and more because of your tears that now without shame furrowed your red and cold cheeks. You didn't want to die, not like this, you were so young, you were little more than a young teenager, you wished you had more time to grow a little more, grow happy, grow in peace, ripen like a healthy fruit and not troubled by mourning and war, from blood and desolation. Your legs grew weaker and weaker, like jelly, causing you to stumble badly on the stony ground of the ruins of Dale, thus decreeing your imminent demise. The ogre grinded its crooked and sharp jaws, letting out an animalistic and perverse laugh, as you overwhelmed by sobs you became smaller and smaller, dragging you to the nearest wall, as your knees had peeled during the fall. The monstrous body of that being became more giant, when the latter raised his sword with his hand, ready to give you the coup de grace, and without even thinking about it, terrified screams came out of your lips, while you closed almost squinting your eyes, and your little hands wrapped around your legs, as if you were a frightened hedgehog. It was over, your miserable existence ended there, without even someone mourning your departure. Yet ... that sharp, heavy blade never reached your frail body. You opened one eye terrified, afraid of what you might see in front of you.

That filthy creature fell to the ground dying a few feet away from you, and the ground seemed to tremble beneath you. You looked up fearfully and in front of you you found a tall and luminous figure, his body seemed to reflect the light of that sad sick sun, like a precious gem, his long and white hair moved slightly at the tips with some draft of wind . Its silhouette against the light kept you from seeing anything more, and your tear-dimmed vision wasn't really helping you. The mysterious man seemed to tilt his head, only now noticing your tiny presence and as soon as he glimpsed your terrified expression, he decided to slowly bow towards you so that he could study you better and only in that moment could you see the beauty of his face in all its glory. Your mom told you about elves, tall, beautiful like nothing in the world, strong and endowed with strong power and charisma. The bedtime stories at that moment didn't seem so loaded with adjectives and praise for these creatures, none of those words were too loaded.

"Shouldn't you be here baby, where are your parents?" the elf asked with a somewhat detached tone, you were afraid to answer and so you curled up more on yourself, then I seem to understand that he had to soften his ways a little to gain your trust "That monster hurt you? " he asked then, slowly bringing a gloved hand in shining armor close to your dirty, scruffy little body.

"No sir ...." you answered sniffling, feeling only then the pungent pain of the cold on the bare flesh of your peeled knees "But I fell ... and I can't get up" you tried not to be overwhelmed by tears, while his face seemed so empty of expression and empathy ... surely the elves weren't such emotional types. He then rested his eyes on your knees and moved his thick, dark eyebrows in a displeased expression. "Where are your parents, little human" "... The dragon Smaug burned them" you whispered still feeling a deep pang in your heart. The elf then seemed to take a few moments to observe you or perhaps to decide what to do, and for a moment you thought that he too would abandon you. But then he wrapped his arm around you, taking you in his arms without too much effort (maybe because of your underweight or maybe it was true that the elves didn't even sin in strength) "This is no place for you ... humans should take better care of their children" the man murmured almost to himself, under your confused and weak gaze. "Where are you taking me?" you asked as the elf began to quicken his pace as the sword he held in the hand that was not holding you was always ready to attack. "In a place where no one will hurt you" he replied quickly, and then stabbed a not too tall orc that he had loaded towards you. The elf ran up to a pile of rubble, where there was a small trap door on the ground, perhaps it was Dale's old sewers. He parried it and with extreme delicacy slipped you inside. "Stay here little girl, he only opened this hatch when you hear nothing but silence. Am I clear?" he asked sternly while you just nodded obediently, the elf looked at you worried for another moment but then put aside his now buried paternal instinct and decided to get up and turn to go back to fight. "Wait, what's your name? You saved me mister elf but I don't know your name" you said with the last strength left, he turned around almost astonished that you didn't have the slightest idea who he was and with a slight sigh he said: "Thranduil, little girl. Now keep your promise" and with that he turned quickly running towards that battle that probably would never have seen the light "I'll be back to take you back little human, it's a promise"

#lotr #the hobbit #lotr imagine #lotr imagines #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit imagines #thranduil

[klm-zoflorr]

Issues with the Tyzula ship that Tyzula shippers/fics typically avoid

Stereotypical Tyzula Ty Lee: “Azula-san, I completely forgive you for everything you ever did to me or my best friend and have always loved you unconditionally. I will help you become better if it means risking the quality of my life, my other relationships, my sanity, and even my life. I will magically be able to help you deal with your myriad of mental issues as if you always only needed love/affection instead of real medical help. I will always love you even if you don’t really change your behavior or worse, remain the same power hungry bitch you grew up to be. I love you ‘Zula.”

Look, I am not opposed to Tyzula for I actually think that they had a real friendship, even if there was a massive power imbalance, that got fucked up by Ozai’s abusive teachings and Azula trying to act as her sovereign and friend at the same time. But there is a tendency among Tyzula shippers/fics to make Ty Lee forgive Azula way too easily, make Azula not deal with her flaws or make (proper) amends to Ty Lee and Mai, retcon Azula into a soft baby who didn’t do anything wrong other than get abused, and/or gloss over the issues between the two.

For example, If Tyzula occurred pre-Boiling Rock like some fics imply, do you think it would have been consensual? Especially considering that there has been a massive power imbalance (Azula is Ty Lee’s Sovereign) since their childhood that Azula took advantage of even then; Azula forced Ty Lee to join her squad at firepoint; and Ty Lee is deathly scared of Azula? And if it happened post-Boiling Rock there is a massive power imbalance in favor of Ty Lee since the moment Azula “acts up” (it doesn’t have to be a big thing since Ty Lee is scarred shitless of Azula) Ty Lee can either call Zuko to jail her and/or have Aang de-bend her. There are some Tyzula fics that properly deal with, imo, the pre- and post-Boiling Rock power imbalances but most of them just gloss over them.  Not helping is the fact that comics imply that the two never had a real relationship at all and that Ty Lee is still deathly afraid of Azula, willing to chi-block Azula the moment she is anything other than docile. 

Also, how come most Tyzula shippers/fics don’t touch about LOK’s Turf Wars said about Sozin outlawing homosexuality and the implications it has for a lesbian/bisexual Azula? If Azula, who tries to be the model princess in a post-Sozin Fire Nation, can’t even realize that using fear is not a good way to maintain relationships, how would she deal with the fact that she has feelings for girls? Most of the Tyzula fics or headcanons I have read don’t seriously deal with the fact that either Azula is deep in the closet and/or suffering from serious internalized homophobia and would not likely express her sexual preferences in public unless she was in an extraordinary situation or got serious therapy plus years of self-reflection/character growth. Not to mention the fact she would be one of the leading perpetrators of homophobia by virtue of being Ozai’s right hand general/advisor.

So, do I have a valid point about how Tyzula shippers and fics often engage in abuse and/or toxic friendship/relationship apologism? Or I am just being too harsh on a group of shippers that have been vocally condemned by the greater ATLA community and most likely will never see their ship be canonized? And yes, some of my own fanfic works do contain Tyzula so feel free to call me out if I am being a hypocrite and holding people to standards that I can’t uphold.

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This was a very interesting submission, Anon, and I don't think you're "in the wrong" here, even if I don't necessarily agree with you. At least you're polite, so I won't swear at you xD I'll sum up your points for clarity's sake

"Tyzula shippers make Ty Lee dumber and ready to do anything for Azula. They write stories without depth and without adressing the imbalances in their relationship"

Here's my personnal opinion on that: this kind of drama/angst is hard to write, and I don't want to waste my time for 10 chapters while they're angstying over whether or not to love each other. Mental health issues are hard to write too, and I want azula to be happy, so I can just make them dissapear. I completely acknowledge it isn't the most realistic kind of writing, but I don't care, I just want to have fun. I wouldn't pretend it's canon either.

Now, some Azula fans are just biased towards her, and like to pretend her canon character did nothing wrong and is purely a victim and is owed Ty Lee's love. I'm not gonna shit on them, in the grand scheme of things it's quite inconsequencial, but I don't think that's accurate.

"Tyzula shippers make it happen even if Azula is still a "villain" and hasn't redeemed herself for her sins"

I can link this to my first point a little, and erase all moral complexity for the funzies while acknowledging it isn't canon. But there's also the fact in ATLA, Ty Lee has little to no redemption arc herself. She just betrays azula, and then the good guys accept her and mai with no problem? We could interpret that as "she was always supporting Aang's cause and hated azula secretly since forever" but I don't think that's very correct, because Ty Lee never shows any sign of it, never talks treason, never helps the good guys while azula isn't looking (unlike mai!). The only thing that could possibly make her betray Azula, in my point of view, is seeing her other best friend almost die to her hands. And even then, it isn't a moral choice. I firmly believe Ty Lee was just as indoctrinated in the Fire Nation's ways as everyone else there. And that she actually supported her nation and obeyed Azula as her commander not only because they were friends, not only because she had to, but because she was loyal to her nation. And the only reason I can see her go to the good guys' side at the end of atla was simply because of self preservation with a side of unbrainwashing from FN propaganda

So, in conclusion, I don't think Ty Lee is a completely good character, and I don't think she has a problem with Azula's crimes.

"There is a power imbalance"

I'm not going to deny that. But who told you all relationships with a power imbalance are inherently bad? They're more likely to be toxic, but they won't always be. If the person with the upper hand is respectuous and nice, everything works out perfectly. It's more of an advice towards people who don't have the upper hand in their unbalanced relationship, and who could get taken advantage of. But Ty Lee is smarter than she looks, and I believe she would know to stay away from that.

Pre-boilling rock, there is indeed problems with them getting together, but they're not due to one of them being toxic. Azula is Ty Lee's princess, and it isn't her fault. She was literally raised to lead. And Ty Lee was raised to follow. We see that despite that, Azula still considers Ty Lee as her friend and gets her in her team in a nice way. But it isn't her fault she was raised in the middle of a war and sees the will of the fire nation as more important than anything.

Additionally, I don't think Ty Lee hated Azula, for the reasons I mentionned before.

Post-boilling rock, I just don't think Ty Lee would be scared, or cruel enough, to jail or unbend Azula for no reason. Because, again, I don't think she hates her.

"The fire nation is homophobic"

As is usual with me, I loathe the comics and don't consider this as canon. It doesn't even make sense, apart from saying "fire nation's evil, they're homophobic now too" to be honest, if anyone's gonna be homophobic it's gonna be everyone, cause there was no gay representation in atla.

Oh, and f*ck this, I hate homophobia, I don't want my fictionnal worlds to have it too. It's dumb as shit and everyone is gay in the Fire Nation. There.

"So, do I have a valid point about how Tyzula shippers and fics often engage in abuse and/or toxic friendship/relationship apologism? Or I am just being too harsh on a group of shippers that have been vocally condemned by the greater ATLA community and most likely will never see their ship be canonized?"

You do have a valid point that some tyzula shippers have the same problem as some azula stans, as in that they put her on a pedestral and say she did nothing wrong. But some also just don't want to bother with that and just want to write fluff, and that's fine. There are way worse things they could be doing.

It is true that Tyzula is kind of a controversial ship, and for this reason I don't think you should care too much about it. Bullying people never help anyone, and criticising tyzula shippers will only push them back in their fandom spaces and make them unable to tell apart genuine, objective criticism and mean bullying.

I don't want Tyzula to be canon, btw. Well. For me canon kinda stopped at the end of atla, so everything is possible after this point lol. Not that I even care much about canon.

You are not an hypocrite for liking tyzula and criticizing it. You can call out the behavior of people in your own community, it's perfectly fine and should be encouraged. I'd pay more attention to your opinion too, because I know you don't just dislike the ship and want to find any reason for it to be "problematic"

I'm gonna put that submission in the Tyzula tag, if anyone in there feels offended by that do let me know. I don't intend to shit on this ship at all. Also, if anyone wants to add points or give me perspectives I didn't think about go ahead!

#atla #azula #ty lee #tyzula #tyzula crit #tyzula criticism #anti tyzula shippers #klm-zoflorr #submission

[sanemis-eyelashes]

Can i please just,, have some fluff with Iguru? (I might have spelled thst wrong) because honestly,, i love him Sm

He’s a cutie for sure for sure

The Stars and My Fate (Iguro x reader)

Tonight is peaceful.

As Iguro sits upon the clean engawa (wooden deck), he decides that a broken leg has some benefits after all. It has earned him some rest from the constant bloodshed, even if just one night. Kaburamaru seems to enjoy exploring the bushes within the carefully kept garden.

The night sky is incredibly clear, pearls scattered upon a velvet of navy, calmness thick, it envelopes the petite man in its comforting embrace, the world is so quiet, so blissfully unaware of danger. As heterochromic eyes gaze up into the dark, Iguro almost just feels like a normal young man, none of his haunting past and self loathing seems to exist.

He wonders if his fate is written in the stars, predetermined even before he was born. But before he could get lost in the night jewels, a presence interrupts his thoughts.

Someone sits next to him, a little closer than his comrades usually would, but Iguro doesn’t mind, he is sitting in their house after all. He opens his mouth, voice slightly muffled due to the cloth over his mouth.

“Do you think our fate is predetermined before we’re even born?”

The newcomer tilts their head slightly.

“To a degree, right? since none of us can choose factors such as the family and environment we are born to.”

Iguro hums at that, but continues.

“All my life, I’ve been struggling against my fate, which seems to have been written for me since the creation of time.” He pauses, never once looking away from the heavens.

“Do you think humans being eaten by demons is simply fate? Just like livestock and poultry being eaten by humans, nature’s rule is simply survival of the fittest, and demons are evidently stronger than humans. Maybe one day they will even set up human farms just so they don’t run out of food.”

His company raises one eyebrow, seemingly entertained by his idea.

“Who supposes that demons are more fit? If it really is fate for humans to be eaten by demons, then why would the gods bless us with breaths and abilities that allows us to fight back?” They turn to him, a perfect smile upon their lips.

“It would be quite scary if chickens developed special pecking techniques to fight us with one day.”

Iguro is quiet for a moment, before turning his eyes to them. The moonlight is a veil that hugs their body, they seem surprised to see the emotion in his eyes.

“I don’t deserve you in this life.” The words flow out before he can stop them.

“I want to dedicate my life to struggling against my suffocating fate, then I wish to die fighting Muzan, Because only then will I redeem the sin of being born with such filthy blood. And if the world is kind to me,” His voice softens to a slight breeze.

“Then we shall be reborn as a human in our next life, and then I shall take your hand in marraige.”

His lover furrows their eyebrows slightly, Iguro has always steered away from talking about his past. But soon, another bright smile graces their features.

“Do you really think I’d deem you unworthy for parts of your story that you had no choice over? What kind of person do you even take me as?”  They move closer so their shoulders are touching.

“Has the stars made you sentimental tonight, my dear?”

An emotion that the Serpent Pillar could not quite identify surges through him. Instinctively he averts his gaze to avoid showing too much vulnerability, but his lover knows better. They lean in to press a gentle kiss on the corner of his clothed mouth, before snuggling nicely into the crook of his neck. Iguro knows that his cheeks are dusted a faint pink, so he prays that the night is too dark for them to notice.

Perhaps he shouldn’t despise fate too much, it was fate that brought them together after all.

#kny #kny x reader #kny oneshots #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba oneshots #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer #kny imagines #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #iguro obanai #obanai iguro #obanai x reader #iguro x reader #snake pillar x reader

[jadefridamirai]

"How are you going to call NaruSasu abusive/unhealthy if you ship SasuSaku or viceversa?"

I think this: Sakura even if she has always been too obsessed with Sasuke at least she recognized that he was problematic and did not expect him to reciprocate: she wanted more that he stopped to follow the path of evil. In certain moments she seemed more interested in Naruto's well-being than in bringing Sasuke back (in fact several times, even immediately after the first fight between the two she told Naruto to leave Sasuke alone but Naruto insisted to keep the promise. Not her).

But Naruto no, Naruto chases Sasuke in a very nagging way, calling him friend and pretending that sooner or later he changes and reciprocates his affection.

Sakura, on the other hand, has always been mortified because she knew that (until then) her feelings for Sasuke were wrong and in a certain moment she put the safety of Naruto before the desire of the Sasuke's return .

Naruto and Sasuke have a toxic relationship because they actually had a bond. But Sasuke and Sakuravin shippuden basically no ... so how can SasuSaku be a toxic bond if they weren't tied?

They only bonded when he redeemed himself and became a better person. And Sakura, also if his husband is far from home she has a important role in the village. She is ok and in the novel but also in some moments in Boruto's anime is clear how he is connected to his wife and he cares about her and his daughter.

Obviously you are not a bad person if you like a toxic ship or like SasuNaru: I'm not saying this, and I think it's stupid and childish blame someone for this (I myself appreciate ships that are much more toxic). And couples who have dark characteristics can be as charming as a "healthy", fluff couples.

I say, just that for me the relationship between Sasuke and Naruto is such annoying that, even as ship bad/wrong, it bothers me. They don't fascinate me (perhaps also because I often can't stand them even if they are taken as single characters: one is too extreme in one way and one in the other).

In summary: for me NaruSasu is more toxic because much more morbid, and Naruto has literally chased Sasuke throughout the manga: it has become the purpose of this manga! So much so that their plot overshadowed much more interesting characters and relationships in my opinion. This is what personally bothered me the most about the NaruSasu.

Sakura, as much as she still sinned, I found her more self-aware and much less annoying, selfish and heavy than Naruto's obsession.

That's all.

#anti sasunaru #anti narusasu #pro sasusaku #just my two cents #just my opinion #sasusaku

[kathyprior4200]

Velvety Rich and Sickly Sweet

Once there was an African American girl who lived in a big city. Her name was Venessa. As a little girl, she loved playing with dolls and getting dressed up. Tea parties with her friends were a favorite pastime. She adored candy, cake and anything sweet, a craving that lasted for the rest of her life. She dreamed of becoming a famous celebrity.

 As Venessa got older, computers and phones started to arrive. It wasn’t long before she got into social media. She pursued a career in fashion and posted videos of herself in velvet dresses baking cakes and seductively sucking on candies for the males. Her videos went viral and she basked in the online limelight.

 But the more well-known she got, the more she distanced herself from her former family and friends. Venessa soon partook in gossip, laughing at other women and being a self-centered bully. She enjoyed the reactions of hurt people less well-off than her. This was especially true when she became a risqué model and dancer.

 Soon enough, all of Venessa’s actions came back full circle. Venessa soon found herself as a target of bullying and racism. She received one hate comment after another…from the n word, to bad things about her black curly ponytails. Some even called her fat and fake.

 Venessa was furious…so furious that she began to track down the bullies and kill them with knives. Childish laughter could be heard among the screaming victims. Venessa covered her tracks well…after all, no one suspected famous model to be a killer. However, she kept pictures of herself posing with her victims holding her knife.

 But she was soon found out, and almost got arrested. Venessa soon spiraled down into madness, having a crazed breakdown. Distraught over the mean comments, she overdosed on skinny creating drugs. Her body couldn’t take the amount and she died before she was discovered by the police. A mirror was in one hand while a headless doll was in another. Venessa died at age 22 in 2012, the same year as Vaggie.

 Venessa soon arrived in Hell and became known as Velvet. Velvet was a fitting name, due to both her wealth and her fondness for red velvet cakes. She even made an Instagram account called radvelvetcakes. Rad was a word meaning “cool” and “trendy,” the things she always aspired to be. With her status as an overlord, it was…well, a piece of cake.

 Velvet would’ve been demon food if not for two Overlords who decided to take her in. Velvet soon had two friends and fellow Overlords: “Daddy” Vox and “Daddy” Valentino. The former was a wealthy TV demon, who owned all the TV stations in Hell. The latter was a moth pimp, who owned Hell’s number one porn studio. Together, the three Overlords made a near unstoppable fearsome force to be reckoned with. They become known as the Triple Vs. The three of them often hosted lavish parties on yachts and in fancy soirees, electronic music and dubstep pulsing through the air. All three of them controlled the “stimulants” of Hell: TV, drugs, porn, social media and food.

 Vox had a flat screen TV for a head and wore a black suit with a large red bow tie and blue stripes going down the suit. He wore a black top hat with antennas and a teal Wi-Fi symbol on it, the same symbol on his chest. When he first came down to Hell in the 1950s, he had an old boxy TV head. But thanks to his power over electricity, he upgraded himself as the years went on. In his full demon form, the red eyed, sharp blue-toothed man could cause entire blackouts. Formerly a white man named Vincent, with black hair and icy blue eyes, Vox died from a TV falling and crushing his face. In Hell, he continued his sinful actions he did when he was alive: hooking up, doing drugs, and hosting gruesome TV shows for entertainment. TV towers were everywhere, looming like impenetrable metal fortresses. With his showman personality, he stood equal to Alastor in power, if not more.

 Valentino was a light purple moth pimp with antennas and fancy coats. He had a ring of fluff around his neck with small red hearts on it. His glasses were pink and heart-shaped. He was often found lounging on couches with female “clients’ in his lap, smoking red smoke from a cigarette. The smoke itself could drug demons and make them doped up. Cruel and greedy, he enjoyed using and abusing people for his own pleasure, in particular, his porn star and worker Angel Dust. He promised love and pleasure, both of them illusions in the long run. His victims would be helpless and obedient, unable to leave and think for themselves. Valentino was originally Vasilis, a dark-skinned man from Brooklyn who also did drugs, smoked and participated in human trafficking. Valentino had died in the 1970s…and his distant relative was none other than fellow moth demon Vaggie!

 And then there was Velvet herself. She was a black-skinned doll demon, short but very deadly. One of her favorite outfits was a velvet laced white dress with small hearts around it and black shapes. She wore black stockings and pink shoes with white puff balls on it. Her hair was dark pink and in two thick pigtails. She had red sclera and white irises with black pupils. Although she looked and acted like a child, she was in her twenties. Velvet was the Overlord of sweets and social media. If Harley Quinn turned into an animated doll who loved gossiping and tea parties, then that would adequately describe what Velvet was like. Velvet once sat with Vox and Valentino safe in the porn studio during the Extermination. She eagerly checked her phone and took selfies while sitting next to Vox.

 Velvet could go full demon form like the other Overlords, but her power was laced with an extra dose of insanity. For in her most powerful form, she could make deadly potions to use against her enemies. Velvet was skilled enough making regular potion for perfume and to use as beauty products. But she could also make poisons and noxious gas to defeat any demon who dared disobey her and her fellow Overlords. In her most extreme form, she could magically turn her victims into sweets, absorbing their souls as she ate them! Even Vox and Valentino steered clear from her when she was in that form.

 Like a doll, Velvet was doted on by Vox and Valentino, as well as her many followers. All three of them went back and forth from doting their workers to abusing them with deadly threats. Although Velvet enjoyed being spoiled, she often felt like she was treated like a child too much. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, even meeting up with Rosie and other wealthy ladies to eat demons in the streets. Velvet was also infamous for sometimes using demons’ blood and organs in her baking.

 Yes, Velvet was living a life of luxury, perhaps second to the royal Magne family and the Eldritch family. Imagine her surprise when she found out that the princess was running a hotel to redeem sinners. She laughed it off, calling Charlie absurd. In many ways, she was similar to Seviathan, Helsa and Katie Killjoy: self-centered individuals who lived on gossip, trends, fashion and putting others down.

 Velvet was frequently seen on and searched many media platforms in Hell: Voxtube, Voxflix, Voxbook, and Voxtagram. The movie and social media sites were all run by Vox, of course. His dimensional monopoly was getting closer to becoming permanent.

 There was her Instagram account: “radvelvetcakes. Fun with the Overlords! Follow and comment to keep up on moth-pimp, voxtagram 8k and me!”

 On July 6, 2020, Velvet posted a selfie of herself smiling on what appeared to be a dance floor decorated with green neon candy tiles.

“This is my newest account! Be sure to tell your friends! Ain’t I a cutie?”

 On the same day, Velvet posted a selfie of her and Vox. Vox didn’t look very happy.

 Vox said, “Chillin in the studio. Rad photo by my girl radvelvetcakes.”

 On July 7, 2020, Velvet posted a picture of Valentino and Vox eating hamburgers at Hell’s version of McDonalds. Vox had his TV mouth open, a hamburger and French fries on his lap.

 “Lol. Voxtagram8k is one to talk. He’s hardly as cool as he thinks he is.”

 A later picture showed Valentino eating a giant chicken sandwich messily.

 Valentino posted, “Picking up the goods,” as Vox and a smiling Velvet got into their limo after going to McDonalds. Vox had a bag in his hand, while Velvet carried two drinks. The McDonald’s M logo was upside down.

 On July 9, 2020, Velvet posted a picture of herself showing off her manicured nails. Her sharp nails were decorated with sparkles, diamonds and little bows. The nails were extended ones. In the background, it looked like Vox’s leg was breaking down a door.

 Later, Valentino mentioned that he would fuck up Velvet for posting bad pictures of him and Vox.

 “Bored and missing the boys so I decided to do my nails up pretty!”

On July 10, 2020, Valentino posted a picture of Vox letting his pet shark loose on a tripping Velvet.

 Valentino said, “Got her. This is the only time I’ll say this, but Vox having a giant demon pet shark actually comes in handy.”

  On July 13, 2020, Velvet was seen beaming in a picture along with Vox, Valentino and their blue pet hammerhead shark.

  On July 20, 2020, Valentino posted a selfie at his new club.

 Valentino: “New club, new pole, anyone else wanna give it a whirl?”

 Stolas: “No thank you. I’m sure even if things are new, the same slime is still around.”

 When asked if Blitzo would do a dance on the pole for Valentino…

 Blitzo: “No, no that won’t happen. I’m too busy with my horses and business.

 Stola: It would be quite the sight. But I wouldn’t wish to see Blitzy working in Mr. Valentino’s establishment.

 Stolas: Why would I ever want the rat to want such an excellent business venture?

 Valentino: Watch yourself, bird.

 Stolas: That’s a lot of talk for an insect.

 Velvet laughed out loud as she read the comments.

 On July 21, 2020, Velvet posted a selfie of herself about to eat a dirty green lollipop with a fly on it. Valentino stared in horror with wide pink eyes under his heart glasses.

 “Val stopped me from eating a lollipop I found on the ground. But what he doesn’t know is that I grabbed it after he tossed it in the bin! #FreeCandy. #LivingFree. #RatsEatShitOffTheGroundAllTheTime.”

 Valentino replied, “Stop, we have money! We can get you another one!”

 Velvet: “It’s mystery flavored! We can do what we want!”

 Vox said to Valentino: “I will not be the one cleaning the toilet tonight.”

 Stolas said, “Wonderful parenting there,” and added a thumbs down.

 Moxxie the imp added, “Why would anyone eat something that was on the ground?”

 On July 23, 2020, Valentino posted a selfie of himself smoking, his eyes glowing pink under his shades.

 Valentino said, “Dealing with Angel always puts me in a bad mood. Gonna go have some fucked up fun.”

 Velvet eagerly asked, “Oooh, oooh, can I join?”

 Valentino replied, “Sure, why the fuck not?”

On July 25th, Velvet went on a killing mission with Vox and Valentino. Velvet was seen in a picture, beaming while holding a knife in her hands. The blade was stained with purple cake frosting.

 Valentino said, “Thanks for the backup today, baby doll.”

 Velvet responded, “It was so much fun! Wish we could do it more often.”

 Valentino added, “Always up for a little messy fun.”

 On July 26th, Velvet posted a picture of herself doing a “duck” face while holding a piece of pink and teal cake on a plate. The rest of the cake was on a plate on a table, with suspicious bloodstains in the frosting. Nearby, a blue demon stood holding a piece while his right shoulder had a bloody bandage on it.

 “So it turned out it was cake!” Velvet posted. Apparently, Velvet had thought that the demon was made of cake, so she had used a knife to slice his shoulder. Then she sliced up the cake and to her delight, it was, indeed, cake. Velvet had gleefully watched videos on VoxTube that showed artistically made cakes that looked like ordinary objects. This led to a meme or an online joke that everything was secretly cake. Velvet briefly wondered if she was cake herself.

  On August 4, 2020, Velvet posted a video of a blue Vox writing down notes and a red Valentino screaming at him. Vox remained unfazed.

 Velvet said: “Laughing my fucking ass off!”

Valentino wasn’t happy and said, “The fuck? You were supposed to advertise my company, not, whatever the fuck this is. Cute drawings, though.”

 Velvet: “Thank you.”

 Valentino: “Lucky you’re a crazy cute bitch.”

 Vox said, “Ur lucky I have a built in mute button. Also, this is perfect! <3.” Vox was the more easygoing, “dad” type individual in comparison to Valentino.

 On August 5, 2020, Velvet happily posed in a picture, holding a pink balloon she was about to pop with a pin. In front of her was an illuminated cake that read “Happy Birthday Gasu,” in reference to an artist who made character art for the show. Valentino had a scowl on his face as his red jacket got messy, the hearts on his fluff turning into broken hearts.

 “Celebrated Gasuguma’s birthday with cake! Love his amazing pictures of Vox, Valentino and me! Happy Birthday!”

 Valentino complained, “Yeah some celebration, stained my fucking jacket. Cake was good, though.”

 On August 6, 2020, valentine posted a picture of Vox in a dark room with two cups of soda in his hands.

 Valentino: “5:30 am. I asked Vox to get me a strawberry iced coffee several hours ago. The fucker shows up now with half a finished diet soda! Do I kill him, yes or no?”

 Velvet was annoyed. “So that’s where my fucking diet soda went.”

 Valentino: “Oh my fucking god, he didn’t even buy it for me.”

 Vox: “I’ll send Vark the Shark to deliver your drink next time.”

  Valentino: “You just wanted to see me.”

    On August 7, 2020, Vox’s picture showed his TV screen cracked and one of his antennas crooked. Vox’s screen turned to colored bars and Valentino was grinning in the picture.

 Valentino: “Thanks for the soda, Voxy. Don’t fuck up my order next time.”

 Velvet sadly says: “My dads are fighting.”

 Valentino: “Don’t worry baby doll, not my fault, Vox is a dumbass.”

 Vox: “Velvet, you’re literally the same age as us, wtf?”

 Sir Pentious: “Ha ha ha, that’s hilariously evil, Valentino. Or may I call you Val, we should “hang” soon?”

 Stolas: “You can do better.”

 Vox: “Time to get a new screen. Ungrateful rat. #notmyboyfriend.”

 Valentino: “You woke me up. Sorry not sorry.”

 Stolas said to Vox: “I would say you could do better, but I’m not entirely sure you can.”

 Valentino: “Go fuck an imp.”

 Stolas: Gladly.

 Valentino: Sad.

 Stolas: What’s sad is traipsing around in a giant tacky coat trying too hard to be intimidating.

 Valentino: What’s sadder is watching you thirst over a tiny-dicked imp 24/7.

 Stolas: From what I’ve heard, he has a bigger dick than whatever you have between your legs.

 Valentino: From who? Lol. You obviously don’t have anyone, I don’t see nothing on your insta other than a thirsty dried old man.

 Stolas: …

 Stolas: You only like Vox because he can display glowing lamps on his screen, dirty moth.

 Velvet laughed out loud, this was the most fun she had in a while.

  On August 17 2020, Valentino posted another selfie.

 Valentino: “Got some business to take care of.”

 Stolas: I knew disco was dead, but I didn’t know it went to Hell.” Another successful roast.

 Velvet said: “Looking pretty dapper, Val. Don’t worry, I know Vox will see it!”

 Valentino said to Stolas, “Don’t hate me ‘cause you ain’t me, imp fucker.”

 Stolas replied, “Why would I want to be a rat?”

 Valentino: “Why are you so obsessed with me, baby cake? Want me to stop by? Help remove the stick from your ass.”

 Stolas: The stuck up my ass would be more pleasurable than anything you’ve got.

 Velvet was laughing so hard, tears came from her eyes.

 Valentino: Don’t knock it till you try it, baby. You know what they say about moths.

 Stolas: That they’re little pests obsessed with light bulbs? Owls eat insects, you know.

 Valentino: They can go all night.

 Stolas: Well owls eat rats. Wait this came out from the wrong particular situation…

 Valentino made an erotic face.

 Stolas: No.

 Sir Pentious to Valentino: “I own the same shirt, maybe we can do business and hang.”

#velvet #vox #valentino #hazbin hotel #overlords

[abbyfreemansmind]

Let’s talk about Hazbin Hotel

So, I finally sat down and watched Hazbin Hotel. I’d heard so much about it and felt the need to launch myself headfirst into having my own opinions about it instead of just listening to other people talking about it. This is gonna be a long post, so I’m gonna put it behind a neat little read more. Please note that this is coming from someone who genuinely enjoys adult humour and edgy humour and themes. I’ve got no problem with something that’s all swearing and raunchy jokes. It just needs to be done right.

Point 1 - The Plot The plot is describes as the Princess of Hell trying to open a new hotel to rehabilitate sinners so they don’t get exterminated during the yearly heavenly extermination to deal with Hell’s overpopulation problems. This plot is quickly undone through a few things that anyone can notice during the first viewing. 1 - Overpopulation? WHAT population? The scenery is most often noticeably devoid of any signs of life, outside of when background characters are called for. The scene where Charlie’s doing her news presentation is the most notable example of background characters. After this scene, we see almost nobody outside of the main cast and those weird little egg things. There are a few throwaway demons but outside of that, the streets are devoid of people. There aren’t even the corpses we had just seen during that opening scene. 2 - Charlie may as well be a total nobody what with all the power being the Princess of Hell holds. Just look at how the other characters treat her. You’d think the Princess of Hell would have some kind of benefit that would sway people towards agreeing with this whole idea. Instead, she gets mocked by just about everyone for reasons I can only guess involve winning her sympathy points from the audience. 3 - At no point does she give any proof that redemption would work. She basically says, “Hey guys! I hate seeing you all die, so I have this idea that has no backing evidence, that may or may not work, to try and get you guys into Heaven! Let me sing a song about it where I insult you all!”

Point 2 - Presentation I applaud the animators. Must’ve been hard, especially for Charlie’s overly fast song that really didn’t need to be nightcored, or literally any time Angel Dust was on-screen. Frame by frame. No rigs. All those stripes. All those colours that blend if you stare at them too hard or squint even slightly while watching. All that unnecessarily constant movement. It’s no wonder the thing took four bloody years to animate. Outside of animation, there are too many unneeded details and not enough needed details. Seriously. 1 - The turf war. We didn’t need this. We didn’t need this at all. If you take out the entire opening to it and the entire actual fight scene here, the episode still flows smoothly and we get the same amount of information and worldbuilding. In a pilot/first episode, you should only give the audience necessary details. Leave them wanting more, yes, but make sure they actually know what they’re getting into from the first episode. Make every scene count. Make it mean something. Don’t just shove every detail you can think of together and call it a day, especially if you don’t actually give the audience much information from it. 2 - Why is Hell overpopulated? Why isn’t Heaven? Why can angels go from Heaven to Hell, but demons can’t go from Hell to Heaven? Why does nobody care about being redeemed if Hell is so overpopulated that Angels annually come down and kill people because of it? Why does everyone treat the Princess of Hell like she’s worthless? Why doesn’t Angel Dust know about Alastor if they got into hell within 10 years of each other? Where is this supposed overpopulation problem? Would redemption even work in the first place? Why should I care about most of these characters (who are mostly complete jerks with no redeeming qualities other than “PROTAGONIST”, especially when two of the fan favourites repeatedly sexually assault other characters and, in one case, is both sexist and racist at one point)? Why are there turf wars? I should not be having to ask these questions. Don’t hold the audience’s hand, but don’t leave every single question you present in the show unanswered. Some of the questions presented make absolute sense to leave unanswered. Why does Alastor want to help with the hotel? Why are characters like Vaggie and Niffty, who do nothing all that bad, in Hell? These are questions that make total sense to leave unanswered for now. 3 - What crime is too terrible to be redeemed for? Charlie seems to think that literally everyone can be redeemed. That means murderers, rapists, abusers, tormentors... Certainly her song holds some kind of key to figuring it out! “Inside of every creepy hatchet-wielding maniac” Hmm... Okay... “All of you cretins, sluts and losers, sexual deviants and boozers” Uh... “So, all your cartoon porn addictions, vegan rants, psychic predictions Ancient Roman crucifixions end right here All you monsters, thieves and crazies, cannibals and crying babies" Oh... Also, did she imply that mental illness, alcoholism, drug dependency, plant-based diets/lifestyles, rabies and enjoyment of sex were sins in that song?

Point 3 - Edgy for the sake of edgy Hazbin Hotel tries to be an adult cartoon, but comes off as something a mentally disturbed teenager wrote during their emo/scene phase. 1 - The swearing and sex jokes. Oh boy. I’ve worked with children under the age of 15 who swear and crack sex jokes better than the adults in this show. The swearing and sex jokes are the only reasons this show couldn’t be aired as a Cartoon Network show aimed at edgy teenagers. It’s so poorly done that it in and of itself takes away from the quality of the show itself. Also, we have a character who’s name is an actual sex joke itself. Vaggie, full name Vagatha - a lesbian sex worker, of course. Fun fact for those who don’t know, but all of her previous character drafts had her name as some form of joke on the word vagina. This isn’t an accident, this is blatant and intentional. Also, here’s a pro tip for you! You can make an adult-oriented show without having swearing, slurs and sex jokes taking up a solid third or more of your script. 2 - The... “Representation”. Yes, Hazbin Hotel has LGBT+ characters! Yes, it has biracial and Latina characters! Charlie is bi, Vaggie is a Latina lesbian, Angel Dust is a gay man, Alastor is ace and biracial, Husk is pan, Niffty is Japanese (YIKES). Except none of it actually matters. No, really. Vivziepop was all like, “btw you can ship w/e, idc! also, i rlly like the fanon version of human alastor (who is whiter than marshmallow fluff even though he’s supposed to be half black)! :)” and threw all that out the window because... Who knows at this point. Now, if you look at the connected series, Helluva Boss, you get Moxie and Millie - an extremely obvious and loving couple. In Hazbin Hotel, you get Charlie and Vaggie who you probably couldn’t tell were a couple without somebody telling you that in the first place, what with all the loveydovey-ness going on with them. In fact, the biggest hint we even get is literally one line. “Life ain’t a musical, hun.” But then again, I’d be more apt to believe Charlie and Vaggie are friends, or Vaggie is pining after Charlie. Also, Charlie is a really bad girlfriend! She lets Vaggie get abused by practically the entire cast without so much as a single word in her defense and ignores everything Vaggie says. It came as no surprise when I remembered hearing about how the only reason these two are a couple is because one of the people on the team thought they were during storyboarding and Vivziepop just went with it. Also, fun fact, Vaggie fits both the angry lesbian and fiery Latina stereotypes. Charlie fits the stereotype for the bisexual cheater, what with how she seems to actually like Alastor more than her own bloody girlfriend. Alastor is canonically ace because he’s too full of himself to be with anyone else. Speaking as somebody who’s ace... WHAT?! As much as I don’t like Charlastor, it’s partially more popular than Chaggie because Vivziepop actually made them act like a couple for an entire musical number. Also, he’s annoying. He not only kept telling Vaggie to smile (heck you dude), he also smacked her butt, which is a form of sexual assault, people. This was all played for laughs, along with Vaggie’s (actually very reasonable) anger. Niffty is Japanese. A yellow-skinned demon who’s boy crazy and obsessed with cleaning... Big yikes. Finally, Angel Dust. The kinky gay man porn star/drag queen/drug addict/prostitute who verbally sexually assaulted two guys. Where do I begin. When it came to this guy, Vivziepop must’ve been like, “Imma throw every stereotype for gay men on this guy and call it a character!” If you look a Helluva Boss again, you get Stolas, who verbally sexually assaults Blitzo over the phone and also cheated on his wife with him in the first place, so this isn’t a one-off. Also, he was originally AFAB, so that whole line about “Why are you all women?” is more than a little heinous and in extremely poor taste.

In conclusion, this show is terrible. Everything about it. It needs some serious reworking, because as it stands, it’s really truly not that great of a creation.

tl;dr: Needs a lot of work and “ThEy’Re In HeLl!!1!!one!!!eleven!!!11″ isn’t even remotely an excuse for the genuine problems in it. Remember, at least one actual human being on Earth, not in Hell, wrote this garbage fire. Also, the animators deserve a higher wage than whatever they’re getting to deal with these designs. I shudder just thinking about animating them, with or without a rig.

#hazbin hotel #hazho #hh #vivziepop #helluva boss #longpost #long post

[soren-bleu-kun]

BnHA Fics I’ve Read This Week 2

Here are my notable stories that I found and read this week. Some of these contain manga spoilers. 

Confined By My Own Mind (I’m Not Fine) - This is a Dadzawa fic that, despite the title saying that it must be, takes place from Aizawa’s perspective and not Midoriya’s. During this fic, the homeroom teacher of 1A realizes that something is wrong with one of his students and pulls him aside during class. 

Aches and Pains - Another Dadzawa fic, this time from Midoriya’s side of things. Unable to sleep because of the old pains in his bones caused by misusing his Quirk, Midoriya heads out of his room and runs into his teacher in the dorm kitchen. 

Disowned - This is not the most realistic Shouto Todoroki fic that I’ve ever read, but I like the idea of him losing control of his power and himself after being kicked out of the Todoroki family. I wish this fic went a little more into the “why” of things, and the aftermath, but still a good little story. 

Angel’s Egg - THIS IS NOT COMPLETED YET! Usually I don’t read, much less review, incomplete stories, but this one - only at three chapters so far - is a great story so far. Basically, what if Izuku was left on All Might’s doorstep, but instead of a baby, he’s an egg that has to be incubated? It sounds weird but it’s actually really cute - and baby Izuku has little wings. Honestly, give this a read and encourage the author, it is so good. 

Day 10 - Wait No, Aww Crap, Here We Go Again - This long titled fic is the first Kaminari Centric fic that I have read, but it will not be the last. In this story, Kaminari gets upset about something that Monoma said to him, and his friends make sure that some adults takes care of it - like they should in canon but don’t. 

Pretty - This is a fic where Monoma and Shinsou are an established couple, and Monoma goes off to visit his boyfriend in the middle of the night. No smut, I don’t review any of that. Honestly, this was cute, even if I don’t really ship it. 

Spare Scares? - This is clearly going for ShinDoriya, and they really make this a cute story, but this is more or less before any relationship that they could/will have. Basically, Shinsou only came to this UA Halloween party to find Hatsume and pick up something he needs for training, and runs into Midoriya, who is here dressed as a ghost. 

The Road That Went Forever - Would you like to utter despise Hisashi Midoriya? I know that I wasn’t planning on it when I read this fic, but that is what happened. Basically, after he finds out that Izuku is Quirkless, he starts trying to find a way to get rid of him and he does. 

A Routine Affair - This is the second Huyumi fic that I’ve ever read, and I still see it as a bit of a crack ship more than anything else, but this story is cute. Basically, Hawks brings Fuyumi coffee before work every day and it takes her a very long time to realize that he likes her. 

Float - Now this is an interesting one. Basically, Midoriya is trying to unlock Float, which is Nana Shimura’s power. It turns out the only way that he can do that is to let go of the things he’s been feeling that are weighing him down and talk about them. This is very much a “fuck Bakugou” fic, which is my favorite. I love that Midoriya finally gets to feel and talk about all of the things that were done to him in this one. 

Savior - Basically, what if everyone told Bakugou to stop being an asshole to Midoriya on the first day of school instead of condoning his behavior? 

Uraraka’s Guide to Crushes - This is a TsuChako fic, which I think is a cute ship but don’t read about often. In this one, Uraraka is so sure that this will be a quick crush and then it’ll be over. The thing is, it doesn’t go away, which means she might actually have to confront her emotions... terrifying. 

The Sparkling Hero : Aoyama Yuuga - I have never seen a fic entirely dedicated to Aoyama, which made this an interesting read. Though not canon to the few things we do know about his background, it is still an interesting take on one of UA’s most sparkling future heroes. 

The Second Prince - This is a “what is AFO were Midoriya’s dad” fics, in a royal fantasy AU. Although some of the characters are OOC, this is a look at what Midoriya’s life would be like if he lived in a little castle where he can’t get hurt and still tried to help people anyways. I was surprised by how much I liked this fic. 

First Try (Not the Last) - In this fic, Midoriya has a Quirk, something that he only discovers when he tries to launch himself off of a building like Bakugou told him to. This is the first fic in the series, and I haven’t read it all the way through yet. Pretty good though. 

Like Light Through a Window - In this Aizawa and Hagakure Centric fic, the teacher finds the young hero in training after she’s been almost crushed under a building. He’s able to see her face for the first time, but only because it’s covered in blood. 

The Deaf Hero: Deku -  Basically, what if everything were the same but Midoriya was losing his hearing during it? Forty chapters, worth the read. 

I See You - In another fic where Midoriya is missing one of his senses, this blind successor of All Might wants to be able to see his mentor. The only embarrassing part is asking him if he wouldn’t mind Midoriya touching all over his face. 

Remember From Here on In - This is a fic where the author comes up with the six Quirks that Midoriya is going to get because of OFA. Although not canon, it was very good and fun. 

Remembrance - Throughout the course of these three chapters, Midoriya gets blasted back through time and lands in a world pre-All Might. Or at least, not the All Might that he knows, since he’s still at UA. 

Shout & Mute - In this EraserMic fic, the two of them are stuck in each other’s bodies throughout the course of the fic because of a villain. While staying at Hizashi’s apartment in his body, Shouta realizes just how much he loves him and knows that he’s going to end up confessing even if the feelings aren’t reciprocated. 

How Not to Enjoy the Weather, an Article by Kaminari Denki - The story toys around with the idea of this electric boy getting overpowered during thunder storms and him isolating himself so that he doesn’t end up hurting anyone that he cares about. 

A Deadman’s Gun - Throughout ten chapters, we get to see what would happen if Midoriya never got a Quirk and instead fell in league with Stain. 

See No Evil, Hear No Evil - A Bakugou and Kaminari friendship fic. Turns out that on the day that Kaminari forgot his contacts that he hasn’t told anyone about, and Bakugou forgot his hearing aids that he needs because of his Quirk. They decide to depend on each other throughout the day. 

Pictures, Posters, and Tender Beauty - During this fic, we get to see exactly what Midoriya thinks about his mentors weakened state. Dad Might fluff ahead. 

Electric Connection - This is a story where Kaminari can’t sleep - thanks ADHD - and so the entire BakuSquad comes into help. Shinsou is his boyfriend in this one, but it isn’t the focal point of the story. 

Caught Up - This is a Shinsou Centric fic where he fights through all of the not-quite-comments about his Quirk, and is thankful for having Aizawa in his corner. The last scene is Shinsou and Aizawa working together with the capture weapon. 

How To Ask Out a Guy in 2000 Words or Less - This is a ShinDoriya fic, and it features exactly what you think it does based off of the title. A very cute little story. 

Ghost - This is a story that actually features Shinsou and Shigaraki, the two of them having met at a toy store when Shinsou was just a little kid. Honestly, I wish there were multiple chapters of this because the idea is really interesting. 

Eyes On Me - Throughout three chapters, we see how Aizawa deals with his own panic attacks and the reasons why he feels the need to help his students through theirs. 

For Blood and Wine are Red (and Blood and Wine Were on His Hands) - Despite having a very long and Oscar Wilde inspired name, this is a short one-shot about Vigilante!Midoriya breaking into Aizawa’s apartment, looking for a first aid kit. 

Schrödinger’s Cat - This is a an extremely beautiful and painful story where Midoriya is found, months after going missing with a new powerful Quirk, white hair, and no memory of how he got there. This story was translated by the author from it’s native German, where is got less than five hundred hits. I think that everyone should read this fic and give the author a lot of love. 

Around and Around We Go - One of those “Five Things + One” things, this time with EraserMight and hair ties. A very cute story. I don’t get the chance to read a lot of EraserMight but I’m glad that I took the time to read this one. 

Playlists - Useless lesbians Momo and Jirou pine over each other and don’t realize that their love is requited until Jirou makes her crush known via a playlist. 

Nothing Cuts Like a Mother - In this Inko Midoriya Centric fic, we have the mother going to UA to tell Aizawa about the troubles that he has, with his Quirk. She also tells him about the bullying that Izuku Midoriya went through, and tells his teacher that these mistakes cannot be repeated. 

Team Player - This is a fic about Dabi not wanting to be redeemed from his sins. That was for Touya, an old him. He isn’t that guy anymore. 

Helping Hands - Primarily from the perspective of Kirishima, this is a fic that deals with an AU where Midoriya never got into the Hero Course, and is instead a Gen Ed course student at UA. Cue Bakugou attacking him on the second day, telling him that he doesn’t even belong at the same school as someone like himself - and then see all of Class 1A get angry for Midoriya because “Dude did you just fucking attack a dude because he’s Quirkless?” 

It’s Hurt Denki Hours - Now, I don’t really like the way that this one ends, but in this story the BakuSquad is convinced that Kaminari is the traitor and refuses to talk to him. This really hurts Kami, because he was actually really, really worried about his friends and this hurts him deeply. There is also a bit of a misunderstanding about how Shinsou’s Quirk works, but I will overlook it for the angst. 

Optimistic Friendship Association - This fic features Midoriya accidentally texting Shinsou instead of Yagi, asking how to get OFA to stop breaking his bones. When he’s asked what that is, he panics and says it’s a school group. Now he just has to find a way to explain why a group around optimism is breaking bones... 

Lichtenberg Figures - Another Kaminari Centric fic. In this one, Kaminari accidentally hurts a civilian after panicking during a villain attack. Not wanting to hurt anyone else, he starts refusing to use his Quirk, which does nothing but hurt him in the end. 

Sex, Drugs, and Rock ‘n Roll - This is a fic that has nothing to do with intercourse, drugs, or music. No, this is an ADHD Kaminari fic, where his RSD makes him not want to fill out a test that he doesn’t remember any of the answers to and he draws all over it. As someone with ADHD, this hit close to home but was really good. 

Kiss Away All These Thrills - A short ShinKami fic about the two of them playing the Pocky Game. Spoilers: it ends with a kiss and a confession. 

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #erasermic #eraserhead #shouta aizawa #hizashi yamada #present mic #denki kaminari #hitoshi shinsou #izuku midoriya #midoriya #deku #antibakugou #bakugou #shindeku #shinkami #inko midoriya #tsuchako #afo #ofa #dadzawa #toshinori yagi #all might #erasermight

[artisticestheticreads]

Connected

Writer’s Note: This will be my first published fanfic series with redeemed Erik “Killmonger” Stevens. This is taking place before the birth of Serenity and how he meets her mother who was the reader in Easter but now is a Black OC. Not quite sure how many chapters this will be. Please enjoy and read this chapter while listening to Tadow by Masego. Please enjoy and I will love to hear some feedback or suggestions.

Warning: This will contain that, some race issues, fluff, alcohol, and sexual tension. Definitely a slow burn and much more.

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ONE

       It was an easy Friday when Erik as a Teachers Assistant. He was off finally for Spring Break and decided to make it to his favorite smooth jazz/poet slam club called SMOOTH in Downtown LA. He went by his studio apartment to shower and change. He threw on dark blue jeans, a black turtleneck sweater and black Timberland boots he got custom made from his old friend in Oakland. He put some Jamaican Castor oil on his braided dreads to protect against the cold weather; grabbed his jacket and was on the way. He parked his car in the lot, gave dap to the bouncer and made his way to his usual spot in the corner. A light skin waitress with a long red lace front wig made his way with a cup of whiskey on rocks and greeted him; she made her back to the bar. He sipped and tasted the nut, fruit and floral smoothness and watched the talent on stage. The band was playing a smooth jazz beat in the background as the burnt umber tone male made his way to the mic.

“Hello, everyone. Welcome to SMOOTH Friday Nights to ease the tension of the hard work week. Next up with the poetic flow of Erykah Badu, the skin of a rich coffee and the heart of a true queen. Please give it up to our sweet, black sista, Maya Symoné.” The crowd all snapped applauding her as she made her way. She wore a long, black body con dress with deep slits on both sides starting from the top of her thigh down. Her hair was neatly tucked underneath her African tribal head wrap, baby hairs and edges resembled the curves of the Pacific Ocean. She dressed her feet in a pair of combat boot heels that had golden lace hoops and black laces. Her skin looked like it glittered and golden under the yellow spotlight. Her ringed fingered hands touched the microphone and her glorious face became clearer. Her brows were thick but clean shaped. Her lips had a beautiful, deep Cupid’s bow and full covered in ruby lipstick. Her deep almond eyes were blessed with long thick lashes. Her round button nose had a beauty mark placed under on the right side of her nose; Erik was stunned especially by her voice.

“Good evening, everyone. Thank you for joining us tonight. If you are new here, let me formally introduce myself. I am Maya Symoné. I am a free stylist but my style is more of a rant of some sort. Sometimes I’ll rhyme and others I may not so bear with me. For the ones, who know of me, also knows of my Instagram and YouTube channel where I basically talk to my lovely family also known as my subscribes about things I go through on a day to day basis.” She sipped the tea on her stool and held the mic taking a deep breath closing her eyes making the crowd laugh.

“I had a follower by the user name beth”. She looked side to side at the crowd as they grunted and understood where this was going. “Beth something or other commented under a post I photographed with a beautiful, sensual black couple with fros and the caption read ‘nothing is more real than BLACK love’. She commented and I quote ‘WHY are you sooooooo obsessed with black on black love? WHY don’t you try a different race? WHY does it have to ALWAYS be about black love and pride? WHY is being with a black man so great?’“ She stopped and placed her hands on her curvy frame and popped her tongue pretending to think. She placed her hands and said “why” as the yellow dim light turned red and everyone snapped waiting to her words. “Why does my love for my brothas threaten them so fucking bad? WE should be asking opposite races why them dating our men is such a fad. Y’ see, there is nothing wrong with loving who you love. But somehow, someway my love for a strong, black, independent king is a sin BUT all I gotta say it ain’t nothing like black men.  I honestly can’t see myself with the opposite race. I can’t see myself with some who have not been here, right here in my place. Why? Why? Because how will I show my future chocolate covered baby girl, my angel, my image how it feels to be loved by the black man. When I see a black father with his daughter, it is the most beautiful thing I witness. The love, the strength, the example of how that little girl’s future king should treat her when the time arrives. Without black fathers, our little queens may meet their demise. How will I teach my sons how to be strong black kings? Because ladies, we can only do so much for our future warriors, correct? Because without our men, our baby boys won’t know what the future of a  black male brings.” 

  They agreed and she continued. “Why would I want to bed with the opposite race? I would not and Ima tell ya why. Because have you ever felt so much love, protection, intimacy during intercourse with other than a black man? Nope. Our men and women, know how to love one another. The way a man, a black man makes you feel can make ya whole day. That little touch, that caress he does can make a black woman smile for hours. It has happened...trust me. WHY would I want to be with someone....” She stopped and wiped a tear off her cheek with people encouraging her to keep pushing; Erik noticed from afar. “Why would I want to be with someone WHO does not get my anger when my people are being slaughtered for sport? Who does not get my anger, frustration or how I feel about losing apart of me. Who has never been through the struggle of being Black in America? I tell you why. Because nothing is more real than having your lover, your friend, your everything gets you because they are you in every aspect. Because nothing is more real than BLACK love...that’s why. Thank you.” Everyone cheered and the red light turned black to her not on stage anymore. 

     Erik sat there taken back, letting every word marinate in his mind. The way Maya spoke to his soul got him by surprise. He looked throughout the crowd to see her sitting by her self sipping her drink which looked like what he was drinking. The waitress came by his table to drop off another drink but before she left, he whispered something in her ear. Maya looked up to the stage playing and felt a presence too familiar. “Hey, girl. Here is another drink, from a secret admirer” pointing towards Erik and, with that, she walked away. Maya met eyes with him and nodded her head looking towards the stage, he smirked as she sipped from his offering.

    Erik sat there leaning on his folded forearms. Watching her until he saw a tall, fair skin man sit next to her and kiss her cheek. He felt defeated in watching so he sipped from his second drink and looked to the stage. In peripheral, he noticed her stealing glances from him. She turned to her friend and spoke in his ear, giggling and she pointed towards his table subtly. Her friend looked up to Erik, who pretended he didn’t notice and got up fixing his leather coat. He stood on Erik’s left and asked in his deep voice “may I sit, brotha?” Erik nodded and he sat. “I see you bought Maya a drink.”

“Look, I ain’t mean-” The friend interrupted him and said “no, no man. I am not mad. I am used to brothas doing that” as he chuckled and grabbed the cigar from his pocket with a lighter. He lit it and blew the air out to the other direction. “Maya has swarms of negroes coming to her. Trying to get into her panties and shit. Makes me sick that she goes through that what is more important is what makes you different?” Erik looked to him finally and stated the obvious. “Unlike them, I ain’t tryna to do anything,  aight? My folks raised me better than that. She seems like a woman who ain’t with the bull shit and that’s why them muthafuckas didn’t stand a chance. I just bought her a drink to show that her performance was spot on and to the point, nothing more.”

“Well, that is a huge relief. Thought you would be the type of man who just wants to hit it and quit it.” He turned and saw her to his right, with a smile and her hands behind her back. He said, “Hello, Miss Maya.” She returned a grin and a “hello there” before looking to her friend. “Tay, ya man is here. He is waiting for you at our table. I’ll stay here and keep this young brotha company.” Tay stood and said his goodbyes and she replaced him in the seat, leaning her round face on her hands. “Thank you for my drink. I appreciate it.” He smirked while saying “don’t mention it. After what you all told us, you needed one.” She gave a silent giggle and kept her eyes on his. “Tell me about it. What is your name by the way?”

“Erik Stevens. Nice to meet you, Miss.” He shooked her hand and took note of how soft her skin was. “Well, Mr. Erik. What do you do?” He sat back with his hands on his thighs. “I’m a TA at an elementary school in downtown.” Maya’s lips parted. “Really? Why not teach?” He shook his head then replied. “Not yet. Still training. I just like helping little kids stay woke, love watching their minds work.” Maya leaned back in her chair with a little raise in the corner of her mouth. “Well, by the look of your arms through that sweater, you are not built for it”; his deep chuckle filled the air between them and made her smile. “What were you doing before,” she asked him as she got closer. His smile slowly disappeared. “I’m an ex-Navy veteran. Served since I was 21, left when I was 29.” 

“Ah, that makes more sense”, she stated with narrowed eyes and a raised brow. “It’s actually funny. My father is retired from the US Army. Served ever since before I was born.” She brought her glass to her lips that the waitress bought her. Erik observed her and the way her skin glowed, so beautiful so radiant, as he heard smooth jazz in the background. “Maya, would you like to dance?” Maya grinned with her lips and nodded as he stood to pull out her chair and she led him to the dance floor. He watched the way her hips swayed side to side. She spun her body to face him and he placed his hands on her hips while she put her on his broad shoulders. They danced side to side, looking at one another in the eyes. He asked “so, I was wondering how you would feel about going out to eat? Y’know to get to know each other.” 

     She sized him up then said, “let me see if you can keep up”. She stretched her arm out and he spun her in a circle to the beat. Her back was pressed against his back and their hips were moving together as one. She lied her head on his shoulder and his hand slowly went up to caress her neck with the tips of his fingers. Maya smiled at his touch and wrapped his left arm around her waist. He took whiff her scent and was instantly enticed. She lifted her right arm to place around his neck and let her hand caress the back of his neck. His fingers caressed the back of her hand once she turned to face him. “Ya pretty damn smooth”, Miss Maya said. He chuckled and said, “guess I’m just blessed with.” She giggled as she got closer to his body, looking up into his eyes. Those eyes, her eyes made his knees weak, his heart smile and a grin appeared from across his face. He held her left hand in his right with his other hand on the small of her back, pulling her in. They danced the whole night but, unfortunately, it was time to go. They stood outside as she waited for her uber. 

“Sure, you don’t want me to drive you home”, Erik asked with his hands locked behind his back. “Yes, thank you though Mr. Stevens.” He looked at her then asked “so, was I smooth enough to get ya number or nah?” She gave half a smirk and started to walk away to her uber. Leaving him confused. “I'm guessing you haven’t checked ya pockets yet, brotha,” she said over her shoulder. He dug in his pocket to find a napkin with a kiss mark and her name along with ten numbers. “How did you”-

She interrupted and said, “you’re not the only smooth one” with a wink and finally leaving. He placed the number back inside and made his way to his car, with a smirk of his own.

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[danthectoman]

omg finally 25 for any character(s)!!! tell me your music taste,, actually 2 and 9 as well please

Ajsjdj thanks for the ask dude! Been thinking abt this all day, so here we go!

2: Favorite Fic?

Oh man this one is EASY. The Redemption of Vlad Masters, from terrifying villian to drunk wine uncle by TheLadySyk0 on AO3. There's so much fluff in there, man. And D&D. And Vlad redemption. I could say so much bc man it's so good. I've left PARAGRAPHS in the comments bc theres so much wholesomeness. Its kinda slow to update, though, just because the writer has several projects going rn.

9: Thoughts about Vlad?

So, it's complicated. He's an asshole in canon. Just the worst. No redeeming qualities. At all. Fanon Vlad though? I'd still kick his ass in half the fics by and large, but the ones I love make him into the drunk uncle that just throws lambos around like they're nothing and genuinely cares abt Danny while trying to atone for his past sins. And that guy? I'd die for without hesitation.

And now? On to the behemoth. Which WOULD go under a cut if I was on desktop. Rip y'all.

25: What song do you associate with [character]?

To start off, my music taste is literally everywhere. Alt rock, pop punk, some country, metal, and indie are usually my go-to genres though. Many of these songs are on my main DP-inspired playlist on Spotify.

Vlad: Cemetery by COIN. Its literally about a rich and bitter old man that died and didnt have time for a family because he was too invested in his work. I couldnt write a more Vlad song if i tried.

Dan: Emperor's New Clothes by Panic! at the Disco. I had a lyricstuck storyboarded in my head for Dan to this song, but it probs wont make it outta there.

Ember: This one was actually pretty hard, but I'm gonna settle on Afterlife by XYLØ. It has such a cool beat and rhythm that reminds me of her in a way. Peppy and nice like she is.

Danny: Save Me From Myself by Louis the Child. This song takes a MUCH darker look at the whole halfa situation than what I personally like to, but oh my god it fits so well.

Sam: The Night by Aurelio Voltaire. Listen.... I love Voltaire so much. 99.9% of his songs would work for different characters in DP, and i could make a whole SEPERATE post doing that. But, this one is the one I first thought of in relation to Sam.

Jazz: Meet Me in the Woods by Lord Huron. Its about basically disappearing into another world and coming back changed. And like. If that aint how it probably felt when the ghost portal started up and she found out Danny fucking died.

#replies #cas speaks #listen I love answering stuff ok #ask games #spinshivers #srsly tho my music taste is.... sporadic to say the least

[thosekidswhohuntmonsters]

Drunken Dreams

Summary: Let’s just get right into it; a drunk Bucky is a fluffy Bucky 

Word count: 1898

Authors note: Here is some well deserved fluff, I hope it puts a smile on your faces because life rn is tough for everyone 

   As Loki heard the door open and close he eagerly got up off the couch. Before anyone could protest, including Thor himself, Loki left the living room. Within a moment or two he’d joined you in the kitchen.

“He hasn’t stopped talking about you all night”, Loki confessed with a smile. After taking your coat off you placed it around the back of one of the stools sitting adjacent to the kitchen island.

You hoped Loki would think your rosy cheeks were from the cold. Reaching on your tippy toes you grabbed for your favorite mug, Steve seemed to forget that not everyone in the house was as tall as him…

“What’s he been saying?”. Tonight you’d left the small Brooklyn apartment you shared with Steve, Bucky, and Sam and let the boys have their own boy’s night. One thing had lead to another and soon enough Thor and Loki had been invited, including Thor’s weird Asgardian liquor.

Needless to say, everyone except Loki was basically shitfaced. Leaning against the counter Loki got comfortable, “Oh like how you smell of honey and vanilla, that when he first hears your voice in the morning it’s like sound of angels, and after some coaxing...that you have an utmost sinful touch”.

Your eyes widened, “Loki!”. He never made you doubt that he was the god of mischief. His smirk seemed to light up the room, “There’s no need to feel ashamed about it love, I’m quite proud”.

You got the sudden feeling that you weren’t drunk enough to be having this conversation. Instead of grabbing for your favorite tea, you reached for your secret alcohol stash. To your surprise Loki was only encouraged.

If possible, his smirk seemed to only grow, “Ooh I like where this is going”. You needed to leave the kitchen before Loki said the incorrigible thoughts filling his head. Besides, you had a very drunk - and adorable- super soldier waiting for you.

“Well I’d love to stay and chat but this bottle if full of bourbon, not holy water”.

Loki decided to bite his tongue, and let you go with only a knowing smile across his face. Anyways, his work for tonight was already done. In his mind, you were one of the few redeeming qualities Midgard had, so he only meddled because he cared.

When you walked into the living room you couldn’t hold back your laughter. The four men, even Sam, looked like over excited puppies. They were smiling from ear to ear, laughing together like fools, and fumbling over their words.

Before you could think of what to say, Bucky excitedly sprang up from the couch. Without hesitation he scooped you up into his arms as if you were a feather. Too loudly he exclaimed, “Baby you’re home!”.

This time it was obvious the redness in your cheeks wasn’t from the cold. Still, with a welcome like that who could be mad? You wrapped your free arm around his neck and still held the bottle in your other hand, “I heard you’ve been talking about me James”.

“The fool hasn’t shut up all night, please take his ass away and save us”. While Sam sounded annoyed, the light in his eyes and the smile across his face gave him away. Sam was happy that Bucky had you.

He wasn’t sure if he believed in god but he believed that everyone deserves a second chance, and you were Bucky's. Thor was just as loud as Bucky, “Ahh lady (y/n), Bucky is quite smitten with you”.

Steve mirrored your smile, “The punks in love”. When you and Bucky had finally gotten together Steve felt like a weight had been lifted off of his chest. For the first time in a long time he felt like Bucky had the happiness he’d spent so long denying himself of.

“Well Sam, you’re in luck. Come on Barnes, we’re going to my room”.

Like a bunch of teenagers they all “Oohed” and “Ahhed” as if Bucky had just been called to the principal's office, but in their eyes he wasn’t about to be punished. Cheekily Bucky repeated, “Barnes..hmm doll”.

Reluctantly Bucky placed you down, but only because he knew you were about to take him to your room. It wasn’t because he thought something dirty was about to happen, it was because he’d spent all night dreaming about the moment you’d finally come back home.

With a smile he plopped down onto the bed, his eyes never leaving you. You slowly took off you clothes and changed into your pj’s, shamelessly giving him a free show.

The bottle of bourbon had eased your nerves and brought back some warmth the harsh New York winter had taken away. You were stopped as he asked, “Doll why don’t you wear one of my shirts-”.

As you turned to face him he continued, “You look so cute in ‘em..it’s like a dress on you...and then they always smell like you..like honey and vanilla...like these cookies my ma always used to make-”.

With your heart overflowing with love you asked, “Which one should I wear?”. You watched as he thought things over for a moment, his face adorable with contemplation. When he came up with an answer his eyes lit up, “You love the red thermal and I love seeing you in it”.

God Bucky Barnes owned your heart...he could just be so effortlessly pure sometimes. Luckily enough for you most of his clothes were now your clothes, so you’d actually packed away that exact shirt.

After taking it from your drawer you brought it to your face, closing your eyes and smelling it for a moment. It smelled exactly like him, you could never put your finger on it, but he smelt like home.

A home you’d never had before, a home you dreamed of. Just like him; it was magical. With a grin as big as his, you took off your shirt and placed his on. He was right, it was like a dress on you.

“Happy?”. Bucky nodded his head, a shit eating grin across his face. He was definitely happy. Each time he saw you in one of his shirts it made his heart skip a beat. It was stupid and juvillene, but he liked the world to know that you were his.

Not because he was possessive, but it was nice to be reminded that someone like you could love someone like him. Besides, it was also a message to everyone that Bucky was willing to do anything to keep you safe. It was his way of letting everyone know, “This one ain’t alone, so don’t even try anything”.

And if he was being honest with himself, it was extremely sexy to see you walking around in nothing but one of his shirts. After laughing softly to yourself you joined him on the bed.

Within an instant he was curled up next to you, his head resting against your chest as you played with his hair. Bucky wrapped one of his arms around you, “I missed you all night (y/n)”. You hummed in response, wondering what else he’d confess in his drunken state.

You could tell from his breathing that he was beginning to fall asleep, and with how relaxed you now felt you weren’t too far behind. He held you tighter, “I kept imaging how-”.

Bucky let his eyes close, “How one day it’s just gonna be me and you in our own house..just you me and the kids...and we’ll be a family”. As you looked down at him you could see him smile.

“We’ll be a happy family”.

It was only six words, but they’d moved you more than anything else you’d ever heard. For the longest time Bucky didn’t believe in a tomorrow, let alone a future with marriage and kids.

So hearing him say something like that, that you were his future, meant the world to you. It let you know how much he cared, how much he loved you, and that he finally believed in himself.

All you could do was place a soft kiss on his forehead, you didn’t want to ruin the moment with tears. After kissing him softly you told him, “Yes we will James, we’ll be a happy family”.

Before drifting off to sleep you saw him smile one last time, and it was beautiful. He looked so peaceful and serene, something that his nightmares rarely allowed. His happiness was contagious, and soon enough you calmly drifted off to sleep too.

Soon enough the rest of the apartment was asleep, Thor’s weird liquor coaxing everyone into a comatose state. Sam was asleep on one couch, Thor on the other, their snoring louder than any thunderstorm Thor could conjure.

That left Steve and Loki, and both men sat in the kitchen. Steve could feel the serum fighting against the liquor, which meant his drunken haze was wearing off. Loki pushed a bottle of aspirin his way.

“(y/n) tells me these little pills will help, I’ve seen her do it multiple times with you lot”.

Steve wanted to laugh, a few years ago Loki was public enemy number one and now here he was helping him with a hangover. It wasn’t that crazy to wrap his mind around though, you’d explained to Steve everything Loki had gone through, and so part of him understood.

With a smile he took the bottle, “It’s the closest thing us mortals have to magic”. Steve was surprised that his lame joke had made the Asgardian smile. Loki began to fix himself a cup of tea, “(y/n) would beg to differ, she claims that love is quite magical”.

Before they could help it, both men were laughing while thinking of you. You always did this, without trying you brought people together and made them believe in love and second chances.

They were laughing because they realized, if anything was magical it was you. Steve got up from his seat, “I’m glad you’re around Loki”. It was simple, but it meant so much more. Loki smiled, “I am too…”.

The men exchanged knowing glances before going their separate ways. Loki let out a comfortable sigh before taking a sip of his tea. You believed in him and pushed him to believe in himself, and if it weren’t for that he’d probably be slowly losing his mind in a cell somewhere.

Loki knew magic was real, but he’d always thought it was just about power and control. It was cliche, and he knew you’d be proud of him for thinking it, but Loki realized that maybe magic was in people.

The realization made him smile. Deciding that he’d had enough sappiness for one night, he took his cup of tea and went to the living room. Luckily enough for him there was one vacant loveseat left, so the raven haired prince claimed it.

Tonight was meant to be like every other night, nothing special about it, but it had turned into something else entirely. For some weird reason everyone felt this sense of belonging tonight, and those who had always believed they’d been underserving of a future began to plan theirs in their sleep.

Even the god of mischief found himself dreaming about what his new friendships would entail...and it was all because of you. 

****okay so I’d do my tags etc but I ain’t trying to get the staff upset with me for breaking weird ass rules they’ve created...so please please please reblog this post if you enjoyed it*******

[mirkwoodshewolf]

My daughter, the trickster; Loki x teen reader

Okay ya’ll. This request came from my Wattpad, and a long time ago someone had asked if I was going to do requests from IW well......this is what I had gotten and what I had written for the requester a few days ago. Now for anyone who STILL HAS NOT SEEN THE MOVIE PLEASE TURN AWAY AND DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT READ THIS FIC!!! I Also want to open up the tissues and sweet dessert table because like my wattpad readers, you all WILL START CRYING THIS IS PURE, UNADULTERATE ANGST you are about to read. You all will be crying, I myself was crying cause I had to watch the opening over and over and over again just to get the quotes right. But I promise you, the next fic that comes around will NOT be angsty, I’ll try to give as much fluff as I can, maybe even transfer some more wattpad oneshots I have onto here.

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This is the Asgardian refugee vessel Statesman.  We are under assault, I repeat we are under assault. The engines are dead, life support failing….Requesting aid from any vessel within range, we are 22 jump points out of Asgard. Our crew is made up of Asgardian families we have very few soldiers here! This is not a warcraft! I repeat, this is not a warcraft!

Was the distress call that was sent hours ago.  Half of our people managed to escape with Valkyrie and Korg but the rest of us—most of them were dead. The only ones still alive were myself, my father, Heimdall, my Uncle Thor and his friend Bruce Banner.  But I might as well be considered dead.  

I was stabbed, beaten, and my wrist broken.  Much like Heimdall who was on the ground with a deep wound on his side and my uncle barely moving on the ground as the mad Titan stood over him.  One of Thanos’ crazed followed walked over the dead corpses of my people speaking of how those who survived are now considered to be the children of Thanos.

My father stood among them with a weapon pointed right at him as Thanos himself finally spoke up.

“I know what it’s like to lose. To feel so desperately that you’re right…yet to fail, nonetheless”. He then picked up my Uncle by the cuff of his armor that he was forced to wear on Sakaar just a couple of days ago.  I could hear him choking on his blood as Thanos walked slowly towards my father as he continued to say, “It’s frightening. Turns the legs to jelly, but I ask you to what end? Dread it, run from it…destiny arrives all the same. And now it’s here. Or should I say…I am”.

He raised his other hand that held the Infinity gauntlet that held the Power Stone that he had stolen from Xandar after decimating it just last week, and it was with this Power Stone, he would soon destroy our ship once his so-called mission was done.

“You talk too much” my uncle groaned out.

“The Tesseract or your brother’s head” Thanos tried to force my father to trade. “I assume you have a preference”.

“Oh, I do, kill away” my father stated bluntly.  Thanos grinned and said. Thanos was silent. He and my father continued to stare at each other and that’s when Thanos spoke up once more.

“Yes, I could crush his head. End his life right here and now. But I’ve known the hatred you’ve always burned for your brother, that’s too easy”.  He then released my Uncle and that’s when I was suddenly picked up from the ground.

The black hooded son of Thanos had me and took me towards him. I grunted as I tried to struggle but it was all in vain as I was forced onto the ground and he pulled my hair back forcing my head to look up at the Titan.  My heart raced with fear as Thanos stared down at me, his eyes cold and soulless.

“But can the same be said for her?” His fingers gently grazed my face as he continued, “I am sorry for this little one, but the child must always pay for the sins of their father”. The gauntlet and the Power Stone came closer to my face.

“No, no! No! No! No!” I tried to fight it and get myself free, but his son wrapped his hand around my forehead keeping my head completely still as the stone finally touched my face and I felt the hot, agonizing pain that came with it as I let out probably the most painful scream of my life.

I kept screaming as the Power Stone continued to literally burn away my skin.  I don’t even know how long this torment went on for, but I finally heard my father cry out.

“STOP! LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS!!” Finally, I felt the stone leave my face and I was released and left to be a crying mess.

“We don’t have the Tesseract, it was destroyed on Asgard” my Uncle stated.  But that was when my father looked to my Uncle before holding out his hand and appearing was the Tesseract.  “You….really are the worst brother”.

“I assure you brother; the sun will shine on us again” my father told my uncle as he walked right up to Thanos.

“Your optimism is misplaced, Asgardian” Thanos chuckled.

“Well for one thing, I’m not Asgardian. And for another…..never come between me and my daughter again because this time….we have a Hulk”. Suddenly the Hulk came roaring in and attacked Thanos just as my dad came in and shielded me with his body. “(Y/n), my darling, speak to me”. I glared at my father and didn’t say a word to him.

His eyes were full of hurt but who knows if that was even true.  See ever since my uncle’s coronation, my father and I have had a—rocky relationship.  After I found out it was him who led the Frost giants into Asgard during my uncle’s coronation, I never spoke to him.  Then when we fell off the Bifrost, I felt instant regret and mourned for his death as did my Uncle and grandmother.

Then a year later, I find out that he was alive after the fall and had tried to take over Midgard had it not been for my Uncle and his friends, The Avengers.  My father was then imprisoned for eternity for his crimes and when he did try to redeem himself by helping Uncle Thor and I with the Dark Elves, he died again this time in honor.  And yet again, I find out years later that he had been playing grandfather Odin all these years, never telling the truth.

Again, and again and again it’s always the same with him.  I’m his daughter, you think he’d be honest at least to me but no. He always leaves me in the dust, thinking I’ll be left an orphan and not even caring about me. Around the time when my aunt Hela was ruling Asgard, she saw the pain inside of me and even tried to teach me how to control that pain and have me side with her.

When my father and uncle returned from the realm of Sakaar with the last Valkyrie, an army of prisoners, and one of my Uncle’s friends, I took up my sword and fought against Hela until she was defeated by Raganarok itself.

But the pain I still felt never truly went away. Because it’s true.  My dad will never change, and to be honest, I think he stopped caring about me a long time ago.

Soon Thanos began to overpower the Hulk which was surprising since uncle Thor had talked about the Hulk being the second strongest after him, I thought he’d give us the upper hand but seeing the Hulk getting pulverized by Thanos, made me believe that nothing could stop this mad Titan.

Thor soon stepped in, hitting Thanos over the head with an iron pipe but it ended up breaking in two and with just a simple kick, my uncle was sent flying across the room before he was bound thanks to snake-head’s telekinetic powers.

With his last ounce of strength, I saw Heimdall reach for the Bifrost sword and he prayed to the Allfathers to give him strength to summon the Bifrost which sent the Hulk back to his home in Midgard.  Thanos came over Heimdall and was handed a staff by the same son who once had me in his grasp telling him that what he did was a mistake before stabbing him right in the stomach with the staff.

“NOOO!!!!” both me and my uncle cried out.  I looked to Heimdall, the man who was once my tutor for everything that stood in the galaxy. I remember as a small child; I would sneak out of the palace just to see the Bifrost and when Heimdall saw me, he never once told the guards of my presence, instead he tutored me on the entire galaxy.  Showed me the stars and the galaxies and what they were like through his eyes.

But now he was dead.

It was then Thanos was granted the Tesseract which held within its cubic barrier, the Space Stone. Thanos took the cube and crushed it in his palm leaving only dust and the Space Stone itself.  He took the stone and placed it right next to the Power Stone and he soon felt its power course through his body.  Now he was even more powerful than anyone in the galaxy, no one has ever survived holding one Infinity stone, but to have the power over two…..now the galaxy was doomed.

Thanos gave the order to his children that 2 more stones were on Earth and he told them to find them.  His children bowed before him and that’s when my father piped up.

“If I might interject,” his children stood up and turned around towards my father as he continued, “If you’re going to Earth, you might want a guide. I do have a bit of experience in that arena”.

“If you consider failure experience” said Thanos but my father interjected.

“I consider experience experience. Almighty Thanos…. I, Loki, Prince of Asgard…Odinson…the rightful King of Jotunheim, God of Mischief…do herby pledge to you….” It was then I took notice of his dagger taking shape in his left hand as he continued to say, “My undying fidelity”. My father bowed his head to finish off his pledge and stayed there for a moment before raising his dagger right up to Thanos’ neck but with the power of the Space stone, his attack stopped at just a hair length.

“Undying? You should choose your words more carefully” Thanos told my dad as he gripped his hand and squeezed it forcing him to drop his dagger.  He then picked my father up by the neck and lifted him up midair and watched as my father squirmed trying to free himself from his grasp.

“You…..will never be…..a god” my father strained out.  Then with the sound of bones cracking, he went limp right there in Thanos’ hand.

My heart sunk. It almost seemed inaudible of the scream I had let out.  Thanos then walked over towards me and dropped my father right in front of me and said.

“No resurrections this time”.  Then using the Power Stone, he destroyed our ship before using the Space stone to teleport him and his children out before our vessel exploded.  Uncle Thor was freed of his bonds and he crawled up toward us. I placed my head over his heart hoping that this was another illusion, somehow, he had to be tricking us again.  He always was.

Loki, the Trickster. God of Mischief. Now wake up damnit! Wake up! I looked up to uncle Thor and he just looked at me heartbroken as I was, and I cried into his shoulder as we both lay across my father’s corpse until finally the ship exploded.

I was surrounded by darkness.  I don’t know how long it was, maybe I was truly dead now.  Next thing I knew I heard a soft female voice telling me to wake and I shot up with my daggers on hand and I found myself in a small, crowded ship.  I looked to my right to see my Uncle standing there.

“Uncle?”

“(Y/n), oh thank Valhalla you’re alright!” I was brought to a strong embrace by my uncle and I buried my head into his neck and that’s when I took notice that we weren’t alone.  Standing behind us was a man, a green woman, another female with antennas, a humanoid tree, a strong, built man with blue skin and tattoos, and a small furry creature. All of them either pointing weapons at us or in a defensive position trying to appear threatening (mainly the girl with the antennas was doing that, everyone else pretty much had a weapon).

“Uncle, we aren’t alone” I said.  I was then put down and my uncle wrapped a protective arm around me and he said.

“Who the hell are you guys?”

As I was sipping on some soup, if that’s what they want to call it as the green-skinned woman began to explain Thanos’ quest to claim all 6 infinity stones in order to exterminate half the population and that once he did get all six, he could do it with a snap of his fingers.  My uncle said that she seemed to know a great deal of Thanos and that’s when the blue skinned tattooed man said that Gamora was the daughter of Thanos.

My head shot up and my felt my magic surge through me.  My eyes turned pure gold and I charged up towards her with my sword now visible in my hand, but I was stopped by my uncle who said.

“Sorry about my niece. It’s just that your father killed my brother, her father”. I pushed his hand aside and growled at him.

“Do not speak of him!” I stomped away to whatever privacy I had in this infertile compartment but there was barely any room that I could hide in and expulse my anger at. So I kicked the nearest thing I could find which was just the wall and I unleashed my Seidr and just let the magical blast shake the ship.

“Hey, Sabrina the teenage witch! Cool it you blast like that again you’ll tear my ship apart!” I heard the Midgardian man yell at me.  I collapsed to the ground and held my knees up to my chest and just sat there.

“(Y/n)” I looked up and through my teary eyes I saw my uncle standing before me.  I turned away from him and said.

“Please uncle, I—I wish to be left alone”.

“Do you though?” I sighed heavily and lowered my head into my knees.  I felt my uncle sit close beside me and he said. “I know what it feels like to lose your father, it’s been barely a week since your grandfather passed”.

“2 weeks actually”.

“What are you sure?”

“Yes, Hela arrived to Asgard 2 weeks ago that’s when she came and took me in after killing all of our soldiers, making me be just like her”.

“Wow, Sakaar’s time difference really is a pain in the ass”.

“You were going somewhere with this Uncle?”

“Right, right yes of course. What I’m trying to say is I know what you’re going through. You’re angry, sad, anxious….”

“No, you don’t understand uncle. It’s not the fact that my father is for once dead, it’s—what I told him before the attack”. I stood up and leaned up against the wall and began to explain, “I saw that he had the Tesseract shortly as we began to head to Earth, we argued and that’s when I finally snapped. I called him a lying, selfless tramp! I—I told him I hated him and that I was ashamed to be his daughter. I told him I never wanted to be associated with his name, that I would be (y/n), Daughter of Sigyn. Just of Sigyn’s bane. I couldn’t take all the secrecies, the lies, the deception! He—I even mentioned I hoped his soul would never be accepted into Valhalla because if I were to die, I’d never want to spend an eternity with him in death. Because that to me wouldn’t be Valhalla, but Hel”.

As tears fell down my face like a river and my shoulders shook with the sobs I tried to contain, I felt my uncle’s arms wrap around me and my head now resting on his chest.

“Your father was—always tough to reason with, especially for the past several years. But if there was anything he regretted in his entire life, it’s the disappointment that always came in your eyes every time he entered a room or was mentioned in a conversation. He told me in an elevator on Sakaar that one thing that held him back from staying was that he was going to prove himself to you, one way or another. He wanted to regain that light that always shined in your eyes every time you looked up at him when you were younger”.

I held onto my uncle tightly as I wept into his chest and I would even punch his chest to release my anger which he allowed me to do.  Whatever I needed to get my anger and guilt out, he allowed me to do.

A little awhile later, my uncle decided it would be best to go to Nidavellir to have a weapon that can kill Thanos once and for all.  The small rabbit and the humanoid tree, and me were to go while the rest of Guardians go to Knowhere to find Thanos before he got the Reality stone.

“Come on (y/n), we need to get there as fast as we can”. My Uncle said.

“Hate to break the news to you angel pirate but we can only fit the three of us, she won’t fit”.

“Nah she can shapeshift, we’ll be fine come on (y/n)”. I then stepped inside and my uncle wished the morons the best of luck and soon we took off.

Once the space pod left, I stepped out from behind the wall and said out loud.

“Finally, I thought he’d never leave”. The rest of the guardians jumped back, and the Midgardian man said to me.

“How the hell are you here? We just saw you go with your not handsome uncle”.

“That was an illusion. He may have been able to detect my father’s tricks but luckily for me, I never pulled as much tricks on my uncle, so he won’t be able to tell until it’s too late”.

“What do you mean?” asked Gamora as I revealed my sword.

“I’m going to help you kill Thanos”.

*Time skip to Knowhere mid battle*

We were too late. Knowhere had been destroyed.  At first when Gamora made the attack on Thanos, I knew it was too easy and it was then we realized that he had gotten the Reality stone and showed us the Knowhere was already in flames, much like my ship had been.

He placed Gamora in front of him and Peter Quill (I had found out their names shortly after we took off) had his blaster aimed right at Gamora.  Once he pulled the trigger, bubbles came out of his gun instead of usual gunfire.

“I like you” Thanos said to Peter.

“Then you’re sure as Hel going to love me”. I then came down and managed a hard kick right at Thanos’ face.  I skid across what remained of the catwalk and withdrew out my sword.

“The Daughter of Loki, Princess of Asgard” he said.

“I am no Princess, and my father is dead because of you! I’m gonna make you pay for what you did to my people! And to him!” I twirled my sword and leapt forward and let out a rageful battle cry as I held my sword ready to attack.  Thanos soon disappeared from my sight but I felt him right behind me, I soon disappeared into a red beam of light just before anything could happen.

“You’re not the only one who can bend reality, you purple bastard!” I then appeared behind him and slashed him across the face with my sword before sending a powerful kick right into his chest.  Thanos was now down on the ground supporting a slash across his face and a dent into his chest plate armor.  I stood over him and I pointed my sword down at him and said to him the same words as he said about my father. “No resurrections this time”.

“Indeed”. Suddenly I grabbed by my hair.  Thanos disappeared into red mist much like before and I was turned around and the real Thanos stood behind me holding me much like he held my father.  “You are more sprightful than your father was, perhaps I should have sought you out to retrieve the Tesseract all those years ago instead of him”.

I squirmed in his hold as he now held me by the throat squeezing me, just he had done my father.

“But it would seem my child, you will suffer the same fate as he did”. Then something happened that not even Thanos could expect.  His eyes widened as he felt something go right through him.

“The Infinity stones you’ve obtained so far may have given you the powers of us Gods, but not even you can dodge an attack if you can’t see it coming!” Standing right behind me was me holding my sword piercing through myself in order to get right to Thanos’ weak spot.  He groaned in pain and that’s when I heard Quill’s voice say.

“Yeah! Take that yah big purple bastard! Way to go Princess! Now vanish that illusion and we’ll get the hell out of here with that gauntlet of his”.  I chuckled and said.

“You really think I’m the real (y/n)?” The me that spoke flickered red signaling that she was just an illusion.

“But—why? You damn, stubborn kid why’d you have to go all kamikaze on yourself?”

“It was the only way to ensure he at least got a scratch on him before he got anymore stones. That and for my uncle to see that at least one of us got to him for my father’s death”. My illusion spoke.  While the real me with my own sword still piercing through my stomach as well as Thanos’ smirked weakly and I choked out.

“Long live King Loki. Long live…..my father”. Thanos then kicked me and I phased through my illusion and the last thing I felt was weightless.  

I felt free, at least now he was weaker than when he started and at least now….I hoped my dad was watching this somewhere and that he was proud of me.  Wherever he was.  Next thing I knew, I was on solid ground, my sword pushed further into my back, the blade almost piercing entirely through, my arms extended outward like I had wings, my hair in full display around me like a Halo, and a pool of blood coating me as I felt the last ounce of life leave me.

And what I may have forgot to mention, my sword the one I had used to stab Thanos and give my life for the galaxy, was a gift from my father.

When I awoke, I found myself surrounded by bright light.  I felt around the center of my stomach to feel no blood or wounds whatsoever. I stood up and walked around before hearing a voice behind me say.

“I see you made it, my Princess”. I turned around and I saw a very familiar face.

“Heimdall” I stated happily.

“Welcome to Valhalla, your highness”. I embraced my mentor when I caught sight of another familiar figure.  The long black hair, the green cape, the different clothes after Sakaar and the battle of Asgard…..it was him.  I looked to Heimdall and he nodded to me once before walking away from me.

I cautiously walked up towards him, much like a frightened lion cub till I finally stood beside him.

“When you were first born, I looked down at you and said to myself ‘I am not worthy of this child’ ‘she deserves better’. And for years, I’ve continued that road with all my fake deaths and tricks. But when Thanos finally ended my life,” he fully turned towards me and placed both his hands on my shoulders as I refused to look at him not because of anger, but of guilt. “The one person who I thought was more than happy to see me gone, had proven me wrong,” my father lifted my jawline up so that I was forced to look my father in the eye as he continued, “With the heart of a lioness, and the strength and soul of a Valkyrie. You are the only person to ever truly land a blow to Thanos. And I….Am honored to call that person, my daughter”.

I remained silent until I finally broke down and embraced my dad as tight as I could.

“Oh, daddy I didn’t mean any of those things I said!” I sobbed out.

“Oh my sweet pet,” he separated me from him and I wept.

“I was just so angry and I—I am proud to be called your daughter, I hoped that you would be here. I didn’t want to be alone anymore, and I said to you…..I said that I hated you, I hurt you and….”

“Hey, my sweet girl, it’s okay, it’s okay”. He held my head over his heart as I whimpered out.

“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry for everything I—”

“All is forgiven, all is forgiven my sweet,” he whispered comfortingly.  He held onto me tightly as I snuggled further into his embrace.

We now sat together looking at Valhalla’s endless paradise garden together watching the sunset. I was leaning against my dad’s lap as I felt his hand softly stroke through my hair and scalp.  Now knowing that even in death, my father and I would still be together for eternity and I would not have it any other way.

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Ice Cream Serious (w John Seed x Fem!Reader)

Hey everyone! I haven’t written any fem stories for so long. I hope you missed them! Warning: Fluff. And maybe a little sad feeling.

“Are you gonna eat that, hun?”

I raise my head to meet John’s eyes. He was looking , not so patiently, at my ice cream.

“You already ate yours.” I smiled at him. I knew I couldn’t hold that attitude towards him, you know because of the baby blue eyes.

He dilated his eyes at me. “My ice cream was smaller than yours. You should share the rest. Sharing is caring. Besides greed is sin.”

I laughed at him. “Oh John! You know how to use that mouth of yours when it comes to your benefit.” I glared at him. “And don’t look at me like that. I know that look.”

“And I know that you can’t resist me when I look at you like that.” He grinned. He was enjoying while I was flushing.

“You little bastard.” I gave him the ice cream. “I was full anyway. But it’s lemon flavored. You don’t like it.”

He licked the ice cream while gazing at me. “No. It’s (y/n) flavored.”

My cheeks must have looked like a giant red alert button. We had been together for a couple weeks now, but his words still got me right in the feels. I had never gotten enough of him. He still had “anger management problems”, we decided to call it that. But he hadn’t blown up the “unbelievers” when he had got angry, not anymore. We had agreed on smashing the furniture.

He slid next to me, stroked my cheek. “What a beautiful flavor.” He said. I could see the shining on his eyes when he looked at me. He was, happy.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed him softly. “And now it’s more beautiful on your lips.” He pulled me closer with his free hand while he was eating the cone, making me sit on his lap. This position was his “confession” position. I waited for the words came out from his delicious mouth.

“I have never thought about that.” He said softly, pointing his finger to the space between us. “Sitting here with you, without fear, without rage.” He was caressing my hair. I kissed his cheek to encourage him to continue.

“I was consumed by anger, you know. It was my fuel.” He laughed softly. His eyes were darkened. I knew that these talks made him sad, but he felt redeemed after all the speeches. “You were the first one who had given her confession so easily. It was the best feeling, hearing ‘yes’ from your mouth. But, I had hated you for the same reason. You had already accept yourself as who you were. You had known your sins, you had paid for them. It was the first time I felt bad about marking someone.”

I smiled to him. “Yeah I remember that day.”

He caressed my mark. “Sloth” he said. “You were in pain for so long. You were numb. I still hear those words.” He began to say my words. “The only thing I can feel is this. Is you. I’ve felt anger, sadness and sorrow. Maybe even envy. But this, I feel love. And it’s for you.” He looked at me, searching something on my face. “Were you telling the truth or lying to me to escape from my torture?”

A lot of words came in my mouth. I couldn’t say any but one word. “Never.”

“You were so afraid then.”

“Not from you.” I said softly. “I was afraid that you would laugh at me and didn’t believe what I said.”

He laughed. “I did both of them.”

I rubbed his face with the back of my hand. “But you gave me a chance to show it.”

“I was shocked at first. I knew I slapped you hard. I could kill you at that time. How could somebody like you grow some feels for someone like me? I felt the selfishness. I wanted your love, I wanted to feel something different. I wanted to know how it felt. I wanted to open you, to see if there was anything to make you like me. I wanted more. I still want more.”

I hid my face in his neck. My eyes were filled with tears waiting for spill. “I have more.” My voice cracked as I spoke.

He lifted my face up. “Look at me.” I did as he said. “I know I promise you I won’t hurt anyone in any case. But just so you know, I will kill every last person who tries to harm you in any way. I will burn the fucking world if that’s necessary. I will find and make them confess every little thing they do to you. I will torture them in any delicious ways possible. I don’t stop to think. I just do. Do you understand?”

I nodded. It was so frightening to hear all those words from him. There was still pure rage in his veins. But, a twisted part of mine liked the words he was saying. He was so protective towards me. I knew he was serious. This was the way his saying “I love you”.

I kissed his lips with my wet ones. “Stop thinking anything bad. Nothing will happen to me. You won’t let it happen.”

“You damn right I won’t.” His eyes were burning me. The way he was looking changed suddenly. “Come with me.”

“Where?”

He grinned. “to bed.” My playful John was back. I laughed.

I knew that whatever hit us, no matter how hard, we would be together pushing it back. I held his hand and let him lift me up. Kissing me softly, he carried me to his bedroom. Our bedroom.

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