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hazbinwhoree · 3 months

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can you write a AdamxReader where the reader is a demon who works for val?

With a little smut beginning but the reader gets a trauma response? and Adam comforting them and reassuring them that he isn’t mad that they needed to stop and comforting that he isn’t just after sex with them! (sorry if I wrote this weird idk how to write my IDEAS)

PTSD

A/N: TW for implied sexual assault

(Name) and Adam had been in a secret relationship for a few months now. Secret, seeing as he was an angel and she was a demon. But they made it work.

(Name) worked for Val, or rather, her soul was owned by Val, and she’d met Adam when the Vee’s had a meeting with him. Vox wanted to strike a deal where Adam would kill Alastor during the next extermination.

Val noticed Adam eyeing (Name) and offered her as compensation if Adam could get the job done. Adam looked rather taken aback at such an offer, deals as shady as this were not made in Heaven, and said he’d think about it.

Val said he could have (Name) for an hour to think about it. Adam knew exactly what he meant by that, and it made him a little nauseous. Still, he was left alone with her.

Her, who stared at him in fear, looking like an animal backed into a corner.

“I’m… I’m not going to do anything to you.”

And they spent the hour just talking. When the Vee’s came back, Adam stated his new terms. “I’ll kill Alastor for (Name)’s soul to be released to me.”

Val looked angry and adamantly opposed to the idea, but Vox quickly agreed.

In the months before the next extermination, (Name) and Adam would visit one another on the rare occasions (Name) was able to get away from Val. They’d been together for about four months now, and it was the longest Adam had gone without sex in a minute.

They never went any further than making out, and Adam was okay with moving at (Name)’s pace. He liked her that much.

It was about a month before the extermination and they were making out on the couch in (Name)’s home when she felt his erection against her thigh. Feeling bold, she grinded down in his lap and he groaned. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warned, voice gravelly.

(Name) grinned and grinded down again. Adam bit his lip. He kissed her cheek, then her jaw, moving down to suck on her neck. (Name) sighed contently. One of Adam’s hands snuck up her shirt, groping her chest.

(Name) was enjoying herself, ready to finally go further with Adam as she’d wanted to for months, but then he reconnected their lips and placed a hand on her neck. He didn’t squeeze or anything, but the action caused the reaction that had kept (Name) from acting on her desires for so long.

The hand at her neck, tongue invading her mouth, and erection against her crotch suddenly didn’t belong to Adam as nightmarish flashes of Val and clients played in her head. She pushed against Adam’s chest hard, launching herself off his lap. She fell to the floor and began scrambling backwards, and Adam didn’t know what just happened.

“Fuck, (Name)?”

Adam stood from the couch and (Name) raised her arms above her head like he was going to strike her. Adam was concerned and put his hands up in a disarming gesture. “(Name), it’s me.”

Recognition flashed in (Name)’s wild eyes. “Adam, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I know I initiated and it isn’t fair that I stopped–” Adam cut her off. “Isn’t fair? (Name), you can always say no. I’m sorry I scared you. I shouldn’t have gone so fast.”

“No, I wanted it,” (Name) insisted. “But then… I don’t know. I got triggered I guess.”

Adam carefully approached her, crouching down in front of her. “Because of Val?” he asked quietly. (Name) nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek.

“One more month,” Adam promised. “One more month and you’ll be free. He’ll never hurt you again.”

“But… I won’t be free. You’ll own my soul. Oh god… was that your plan the whole time? Do you just want me for sex?”

Adam shook his head vehemently. “No, babe, of course not. I don’t plan on keeping your soul, I’m going to free you. Plus, I’m pretty sure it’s against like, a fuck ton of rules for an angel to own another soul.”

“Fuck,” (Name) buried her face in her hands. “Of course. I’m so sorry I accused you–” “Hey.”

Adam carefully reached out, taking her hands in his. They were so small in comparison. “Look at me.”

(Name) did, blinking at him through tears.

“I’m not using you for sex, but you have every right to be suspicious. I’m not offended. You’ve been used by everyone in your life and I don’t expect you to trust me at my word that I’m different. I’ll have to prove it to you, and I’m more than fucking fine with that.”

(Name) sobbed, throwing herself into Adam. He caught her and fell on his ass, and they sat there like that for a good five minutes, embracing. Adam’s wings wrapped around them.

“Thank you,” (Name) cried. Adam shook his head. “Don’t thank me for treating you like a person.”

Finally, (Name) calmed down, climbing out of Adam’s lap.

“Fuck,” Adam said, back to himself. “Are the waterworks done? You pussy.” (Name) sniffed and smiled.

There was the Adam she knew best.

#hazbin adam #adam x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #x reader #oneshots #oneshot #hazbin lucifer #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin niffty #hazbin valentino

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realtalkswithfinn · 4 months

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Christmas at the Compound

Avengers x reader

Summary: Avengers x reader Christmas head cannons because I am a sucker for the found family trope.

a/n: I tried to get this up before christmas but totally spaced it, so… tale it as a christmas morning gift! I tried to make it as age neutral as possible, so it could totally be teen!reader or not.

The holidays are a tough time for the Avengers.

Most of them have lost family members or friends, and the idea of celebrating anything is extremely difficult.

Tony especially - he always gets gloomy around the Holidays.

He always says something along the lines of, "I don't actually care about this, but its social convention."

But secretly he cares a lot.

He overcompensates for his lack of affection throughout the year by buying everyone the expensive gifts he knows they want but could never justify spending on themselves.

At surface level, it just seems like “oh rich guy is spending rich guy money”

But they’re actually really thoughtful gifts

Like last year, he got Peter a new laptop for school.

He bought Bucky new and thick clothes since all of his were old and worn.

He upgraded Clints cellular data so he could talk to his family anywhere.

Things like that.

Sam and Rhodey take one for the team and string the christmas lights on the tower

“It’s too cold for this.” Sam would complain, the sharp wind nipping at his cheeks as he flew from one end of the building to the other, lights in tow.

“Come one man, where’s your christmas spirit?” Rhodey would laugh

“I’m just doing this so stark’s power bill goes up.”

it really was worth it seeing the tower lit up top to bottom though

Wanda LIVES for commercialized American Christmas

"We have to make gingerbread houses and go to Rockefeller to see the Christmas tree and we have to go out to the snow and go sledding-"

She demands family Christmas photos be taken, even though you don't really have anyone to send them to.

This years theme was christmas pjs

Which lead to a few very interesting viral videos of the avengers in an Old Navy

“Tony come on the reindeer ones are cute!”

“Bruce. A man can not hold onto his masculinity while wearing pjs with dancing reindeer.”

Natasha gets tired of the bellyaching and bickering and makes the final decision

She grabs everyone’s size in the Reindeer pjs and marches to the front of the store

After snagging Tony’s credit card, of course.

Actually taking the picture is a whole other ball game, but that’s a story for another day

Thor has a hard time with the idea of Santa

You try to explain it to him, but it doesn’t seem to help

“So a fat man breaks into the safety of your home late into the night… and you let it happen because he comes baring gifts?”

“Well… yeah.”

“But only to nice children. That he stalks throughout the year.”

“He doesn’t stalk the children he just…”

“Hm.” He squints. “what about the naughty children?”

“They don’t get any presents.”

“OR,” Wanda interjects, “Krampus comes to get them.”

“Is that another fat man in a red disguise?”

“No. He’s a demon sent from hell to eat them.”

Thor nods in approval. “Ah. That’s much more asgardian. A fair reward system for the youth!”

You stare at him. “So… you’re okay with Krampus but not Santa?”

“Well I think they work together well, like a team. Like us!”

“I… I guess…”

Decorating the tree was an all night event

You would help happy bring up what felt like hundreds of boxes of christmas decorations

The tree itself was about 15 feet tall, because it wouldn’t be a holiday at the compound if you guys weren’t extra

It was placed in the living space, right next to a huge wall of windows so all of New York could see your festivity

it had to be decorated to the nines to pass Wanda’s inspection

Not a bare branch

Theres tinsel, ribbons, colorful lights, and hundreds of ornaments

But of course, ladders were a no go

You guys liked a challenge

To reach the higher branches, you and Natasha would stand on Steve and Buckys shoulders

And I mean stand

Not sit

It was a thrilling balancing game

You trusted them to catch you if you fell, but you still had to try to avoid it at all costs to save the tree from certain destruction

Peter would dangle from the ceiling, crawling around to hang ornaments toward the very top

Both of these acts nearly gave Bruce and Vision a heart attack

“CAP, you’re moving to fast shes gunna lose balance-“

“Bruce, please take a breath.”

Meanwhile Thor is getting distracted by all the ornaments and forgetting to actually hang them up

“This one’s a little man of snow! How silly!”

Speaking of ornaments

You all have an ornament of yourself on the tree

Or, your super hero alias at least

There’s a tiny black widow, a little iron man, a bity baby hulk, so on and so forth

Tony always demands his be the highest up on the tree to fuel his god complex

Drawing names out of a hat to see who got to put the star on top of the tree

(except you guys would always rig it behind Wanda’s back, only putting her name in the hat)

She would always protest, insisting to let someone else do it this year, but you guys never relented

So with a big cheesy grin on her face, she would use her magic to delicately place the star on the tippy top

You would think Natasha wouldn’t want to see the Nutcracker Ballet after her time in the red room

But it makes her so happy to see dancing as an art form instead of a way to brainwash young girls

She drags you, Clint, Wanda, and whoever else wants to tag along every year

She even splurges on front row seats

You look over and see her eyes glittering while she watches every turn, leap, and stunt intently

Leaving the theater, she’ll walk on her toes and do a few turns, encouraging you to try as well.

She ends up cackling watching you trip and stumble

“We’ll work on it.”

Can you IMAGINE the ginger bread making contest???

You’re all huddled around the long dining room table with christmas music playing

Theres Clint and Natasha, who just make the classic gingerbread house, no fancy bells or whistles.

Then there’s Bruce,Tony, and Peter who are going absolutely wild building gingerbread sky scrapers and gingerbread hotels.

“Mr. Stark look, I made a working elevator!”

Bruce puts an electric system (fairy lights) through his

Steve and Bucky rebuild their childhood homes

Wanda is going all out, delicately hand placing every candy and covering the whole thing in edible glitter

Visions is pretty similar, but more sleek and modern than Wanda’s

And then there’s Thor, who’s totally missing the point and just DUMPING everything on top

“Hey Peter, I think yours is missing something.”

You string a long thread of white rope candy from his structure to yours.

“Webs!”

“You know… we can probably make a web-like consistency with some starch and frosting…”

That becomes a whole sticky project, but you eventually get it to work, connecting everyone’s gingerbread houses with icing webs

Steve and Bucky are TOTALLY participating in the classic christmas traditions they grew up on.

They sit quietly together in the living room, making paper chains and stringing popcorn

“Do you mind if I join you guys?”

they smile gently. “Of course not.”

You sit crisscross in front of the couch while they teach you

They tell you stories of christmases long, long ago, which feels kinda silly considering they’re talking like grandpas while not appearing much older than you

On Christmas eve, you’re all there except for Clint, who went home to his family

Youre all dressed in your pajamas from the christmas card

You make hot coco and cider

Wanda pops in some old vhs tapes and you watch the classics late into the night

“Alright you nutcrackers,” tony would say around midnight. “I know you want to stay up and catch Santa, but he’s not coming if you all stay awake.”

he really just wanted to go to bed

He sauntered off, calling for lights out.

Most of the boys wandered away to their rooms, leaving you, Wanda, Nat and Thor not quite ready for sleep.

“So,” you ask, taking a sip of coco, “Do you guys think we’re on the naughty list?”

Natasha Chuckled. “I’m not sure. Does beating people up count as naughty if you’re taking down the bad guys?”

Thor set his mug down on the coffee table, the bells on his sweater jingling. “Do not fear ladies, I will catch that nasty Krampus if he comes in to devour your soul. I believe you were doing the right thing.”

You all laughed, thinking he was joking. But he just stared at you.

“Thor… you realize Krampus and Santa aren’t… real?” Wanda asked.

He had a hard time swallowing that.

He ended up sleeping on the couch “just in case”

you woke up at 3 am to a loud clattering coming from the living room

You decided to check it out against your better judgement

There was Thor. Hammer in one hand, cookie in another.

Down the hall toward the elevator was a completely destroyed life-size nutcracker.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I thought I heard something by the elevator.”

“Congratulations. You murdered the Nutcracker.”

“I feared he was an accomplice of the holiday demon.”

“He’s been there for weeks!”

“He could have been a spy. Or possessed.”

“Goodnight Thor.”

Christmas Morning finally arrived

Everyone was sleeping soundly in their beds

Until Sam decided to be a little shit and wake everyone up at 7 am

He pounded on every. single. bedroom door.

“Y/NNNN. SANTA CAME TO TOWNNNNN.” he sing-songed

“No he didn’t.” You grumbled. “Thor killed him.”

“… I don’t know what that means.”

You all stumble out into the living room

Natasha took the time to actually run a brush through her hair and do her morning skincare

You and wanda were far too excited and skipped over that completely, barely remembering to brush your teeth

Tony looked the roughest - he had a silk robe draped over his pjs and looked like he was just awakened from a coma

Essentially, everyone was a little disheveled

Vision made everyone coffee before you started the gift exchange

You all sat around the coffee table in a circle so everyone could see each other

Bruce and Steve passed out the gifts from under the tree

it took a solid few minutes, there was a MOUNTAIN of presents

You went one at a time opening gifts

Some people think this is awkward, but you felt it was more genuine

this way, everyone can see the gift and the joy on the receivers face

as well as a million “thank you”s

It also gave time for the giver to explain why they chose the gift they did, whether it be something they remembered you said you wanted, something they knew you needed, or even just a simple “this made me think of you”

In the end, you loved all your gifts

And everyone loved what you got for them

But mostly, you were just happy to spend the holiday with your family

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fandomfucker · 7 months

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Rhea Ripley x Reader Headcannons

These are just some of my little headcannons of Rhea and reader I keep thinking about. My next one-shot will be up soon! Can you guess who it’s about?

- She absolutely gets all the spiders. Don’t get me wrong, she hates them too, but growing up in Australia she’s not as affected by them anymore.

- Rheas so fucking touchy

- She always has to be touching you in some way or other and her absolute favorite way is you on her lap with your face in her neck.

- CUDDLES!!!!!

- Cuddling is a must all the time as often as you possibly can.

- If you’re both riding with the judgment day then you both sit in the back so you can sit next to each other.

- No matter where you’re sitting, if you’re sitting next to Rhea then you’re sitting cross-legged with one knee resting on her thigh. Always.

- Rhea will act annoyed all the time but she secretly loves it when you steal her clothes.

- Sometimes she even leaves them out for you just to see you in them.

- You love wearing her clothes so much and she loves you wearing them so much that when she gets new merch she always gets extras so she has hers to cut up, an uncut T-shirt for you, and one she cuts up specially for you(either the way hers are or a crop depending on the design)

- You also steal her jewelry all the time and Rhea gets pouty cause the only jewelry she can really steal from you are earrings which she can’t wear

- You’re her passenger princess and you both love it. She may be a scary ass driver but at least you don’t have to drive.

- You get to pick the music so long as she gets to pick the restaurant

- You guys always have matching nails

- You got her a vibrator tongue ring for Christmas one year and it’s still the best present she’s ever received

- She loves to do your makeup all the time for literally everything and anything. Bored at home? She’s doing your makeup. Going to a concert? She’s doing your makeup. Your wedding? She’ll argue until her breath runs out to do your makeup. (You let her buy only under strict no romantic/sexual touches and you’re both in bathrobes)

- One of Rhea's favorite things is when she catches you in the kitchen scream-singing to music from your headphones coming home after a match

- The most embarrassing time was when she caught you sing-screaming to Demon in Your Dreams

- You still haven’t lived that one down

- You always make sure she has ice packs when she gets home from a match, or sometimes an ice bath.

- She’ll always kiss your forehead as you sit on the floor next to her with your head in your arms on the side of the tub.

- Her phones lock screen is the ugliest picture of you ever taken and you hate it, especially since yours is a lovely picture of Rhea

- She’s the builder to your miner in Minecraft

- She’ll build and decorate(which she’s surprisingly good at btw) while you mine and farm

- You got to take her to her first pride

- It was adorable how excited she was(she even did your makeup ;)

- You love to trace and kiss both her tattoos and scars every second you get

- You fidget when you’re nervous so instead of playing with one of your piercings, Rhea will give you her hand to play with(😏). You fidget with her fingers and trace the tattoos there and I’d she’s wearing any, play with whatever jewelry she has on be it rings or bracelets

- She likes when you wear her Mami choker in bed

#rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley x oc #wwe #wwe raw #the judgment day #judgment day #headcanon #wwe x reader

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rayalltheway · 5 months

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A lil fic snippet for @journeytomonkiekid !

This was supposed to be part of soemthing bigger but I lost momentum lol but here we have Wan Ji and her father-in-law (my oc) hehe

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“So, you’re not…back to life, exactly?” Wan Ji asked, hoping that question somehow came out okay.

“Well, we are…“ Zhuang Jie answered, not sounding any less neutral than before, but he still took a sip of his tea before continuing.

“I guess the best way I can put it is that we’re still technically ghosts, just in…fully corporeal forms. Even Changbiyuan can’t fully summarize how that works, so apologies, I’m not that much better off.” He smiled to himself a bit at that, clearly taking some humor in it, which made Wan Ji relax a bit more. She was alone with the elder man in Macaque’s dojo right now — who had made himself scarce during this topic of conversation, for fairly obvious reasons.

Despite the mutual understanding (at least, there was an assumption of such), Wan Ji noted that the lack of his son’s presence did bear some weight on Zhuang Jie — and when Wan Ji looked back up at him from her own drink, she saw the concern in his eyes as he regarded her.

“Does it bother you?” He asked, his tone genuine.

“What?” Wan Ji’s tails fluffed up a bit in surprise, and she quickly raised a hand in frantic reassurance. “Oh no, no, not at all! I just wanted to make sure I didn’t say or…assume anything…insensitive…” she explained, self-consciousness starting to grip her — but Zhuang Jie’s expression softened quickly, and he chuckled. She couldn’t help but hear Macaque at that moment.

“Don’t worry about that, I appreciate it. I don’t think there’s any easy way to put it. We both were dead, and…now we’re not. But we’re not going anywhere.” He said gently, and Wan Ji saw his eyes leave hers, gaze deepening at the purple training mat in front of them. “Not again.”

Wan Ji was still a little bit in wonder about this whole thing. Macaque having a father and stepparent who came back from the dead, sure, that was incredible and complicated…she wasn’t sure what to expect at first. But now she was seeing how this man was capable of such pure paternal warmth, in words and action. Even more so that it was currently directed at her. She was pretty sure he had genuinely smiled at her more in this one conversation than her father had in years. She…wasn’t really sure how she felt about that, honestly, so she was trying not to dwell on it. Besides, that didn’t matter right now.

“I am so sorry that you went through that, Zhuang.” Wan Ji spoke empathetically, welling up a bit when thinking of this sorrowful subject she’d been learning more about piece by piece over the last few weeks. “I can’t even imagine what it must’ve been like.”

“It’s alright. And please — don’t try to.” He said, looking back at her with reassurance. “I don’t want to overwhelm you with this topic if it’s uncomfortable to hear about. But don’t worry about offending me — I’m too old for that now.” He said with a joking smirk, and Wan Ji let out a snort.

“Point is, if you have any other questions, I’m fine to answer them, kiddo.”

“…You and Changbiyuan?” She questioned. Surprisingly, Zhuang Jie nodded without hesitation.“Of course. They’d like that, actually.” He stated plainly, and Wan Ji felt taken aback.

“Really?” She couldn’t help but say aloud, and she quickly felt herself regret it, her face warming in embarrassment when Zhuang Jie raised a brow at her questioningly.

“Sorry! It’s just, Macaque told me a little about…” She paused when feeling that same sinking in her gut, that same chill running over her…the memories of that demon.

“...What happened to them.” Zhuang Jie listened patiently as she took a moment to get her words together. “I guess I figured that asking them about it directly would possibly be…triggering for them.” She finished, nervously glancing up to see Zhuang Jie’s reaction. He was nodding contemplatively, unangered.

“That’s a fair assumption to make. When it comes to certain…details, you’re not wrong.” He clarified gravely, taking a moment before smiling lightly at the younger woman.

“But here’s the thing about Changbiyuan — you don’t know them well yet, but once you do, they’re an open book. Sometimes too much of one.” He said, and Wan Ji smiled back at him. It was sweet, hearing him talk about Changbiyuan. About Macaque, too, and seeing this…trust he was placing in her, a woman he basically just met. She briefly wondered just what she was missing.

“They definitely have many horrible memories, we both do. But they cherish the good ones with all of their heart, and want them to be known. If you want to ask them about their family…I think will make them really happy. Especially in this case. You’re someone we both hope to be close to.”

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #the little warrior au #six eared macaque #lmk oc: zhuāng jié #lmk oc: chángbìyuán #wan ji #eclipse apprentice #crossover #other people’s ocs #I apologize if this is a bit ooc at all #wan ji gets a good dad and her brain needs a minute maybe ahabhahash #and ZJ was probably real nervous to meet Wan Ji and wanted to make a good impression on her #but he already really likes her/mentally adopted her lol

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lavenderskye29 · 11 months

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Not really an ask, I just wanted to say I love your Monkey Queen comic! And I’m guessing Monkey Queen is just as yandere as her male counterpart.

Oh thank you! 💙💙💙

Absolutely. In the case of yandere Monkey Queen she would be just as obsessed and in love with her Peaches as her male counterpart. Both Sun Wukongs treat their mate very similarly to one another, but there are some key differences between the two.

-First off, MQ (Monkey Queen) is a bit more empathetic to her mate’s distress and understands that it probably wasn’t ideal getting yoinked out of their own lives and into the lap of the realm’s most powerful demon and ruler. Nonetheless, MQ is almost cold in the way she handles her lover’s cries with her words being absolute and straightforward as they cling to her legs begging to be returned home. In MQ’s eyes, there’s no reason to delude or reason with her broken-hearted mate thinking it better to be honest with them to help them come to terms of their very permanent situation which is in contrast to MK (Monkey King), who hates to deal with the tears and instead likes to distract, threaten, ignore his lover when they start getting emotional.

(Both do, however, in the dark of the night or in the privacy of their room, hold their mate close and tight, hands caressing and voices soft as they coo and chirp consolingly as Peaches sobs. Both MQ and MK are affected a lot more than they would like to admit by their mate’s pain.)

-Another difference between the two, is MQ is not as aggressive as her male counterpart. Now don’t get me wrong, MQ is still incredibly aggressive… but with the lack of testosterone coursing through her body she doesn’t feel the need to compete so intensely with rivals. She takes a little more time to think about the situation at hand before jumping to action.

I mean, why fight for something that’s already yours?

So MQ will stand there, smile smug and eyes vicious, as a rival attempts to threaten/flirt with her (what demon lord wouldn’t want The Great and Mighty Monkey Queen as their wife?), not attacking until the fight has been initiated or until she has been horribly disrespected. Even then, the queen likes to play with her prey before going straight for the kill, being known to bully and taunt her competitor for a while before ending the fight, not unlike MK. But be warned, as soon as her human mate is made mentioned of, MQ will fly into a terrifying and bloody rage. Easily decimating the blathering idiot that dared approach her and made jest of her sweet, little Peaches.

After such a… event, MQ will return home, covered in blood and shaking with unburnt energy hungrily searching out Peaches before spending the night exhausting her remaining adrenaline on her confused unwilling mate, chanting incoherent rage-filled whispers against their neck and stomach nearly the entire time. The words are never meant for Peaches, but it frightens them nonetheless because they feel the anger oozing from the deep claw marks on their hips and the bruising bites littering their neck and shoulders the next morning, despite all of MQ’s attempts to tenderly nurture them afterwards.

- One of the last and few differences, is that MQ is a lot more paranoid about letting Peaches be alone than MK. Not that MQ is concerned about Peaches escaping (because if anything that’s just a fun game of Cat and Mouse), she is more concerned about the demons/celestial beings that would come to the mountain in search of leverage, treasure, or even worse… entertainment. She has had a few nightmares while away on conquests that showed her mate being taken or attacked by such beings, which usually leads to her blasting off on her nimbus to check in on Peaches before returning that same night.

Most of these dreams depict her once close friend and sister, Macaque, stealing Peaches away. MQ can’t help the burning anger that overtakes her after these dreams, nor can she chase away the jealousy sadness she feels at knowing that her mate would prefer her sister over her… that her mate would be happy never seeing MQ ever again… It’s in these moments that MQ has the most determination to never lose her Peaches. Not to anyone or anything.

#ask #yandere monkey queen #yandere sun wukong #sun wukong #headcanons #tw suggestive #tw violent

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l-starlight-l · 2 years

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Brothers and Books

A/n: this is a female reader one, and it’s on the longer side but I hope it’s still good. A few batboys and Steph pop up.

Warning: light swearing

Description: you get invited to a gala at the Wayne manor but you spend it reading with Jason

Pairings: Jason Todd x fem!reader

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—————————————————————————— One of you favorite things about going over to the Wayne manor is that the library is one of the biggest you’ve ever seen. You could spend years in there and would still have books to read. You and Jason spent a lot of time in there together. Reading was his favorite thing to do, so you made it yours. Most days with him were spent quietly sitting together noses deep in a book. It may sound boring but it made you happy.

Bruce had invited you to one of his famous galas and you happily accepted. Jason talked shit about a lot of people but you never heard him talk bad about Bruce. After everything he had been through you could tell Jason respected Bruce and loved him, even if he would never admit it. “Hey babe, you excited for tonight” you asked as you heard footsteps walk closer to the bathroom where you were getting ready. “Yeah i guess” a deep gloomy voice answered. “You guess?” You asked with worry while coming out of the bathroom, struggling to put an earring on. You walked over to Jason who set a motorcycle helmet on the kitchen counter. He reached over to your face and fixed your earring. “You look amazing love” he said smiling down at you, hand lingering by your cheek. He pulled you face close to his “why don’t we stay here and have a fun night” he seductively whispered against your lips. You pushed him back, “this is the first fancy party I’ve been invited to, there’s no way im missing it” you argued. “so you choose those rich snobs over me, I see how it is” he pouted, acting offended. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your purse and coat. “Yeah I really do, sorry babe” you kissed his cheek and made your way to the door., he whined but followed you out.

When you arrived at the Wayne manor it was packed. You and Jason locked arms and made your way in to find Bruce, who was surrounded by women “He’s such a playboy” Jason said shaking his head. “Seems to run in the family” you said chuckling, Jason put a hand to his chest and gasped “how dare you”. “Excuse me lady’s but I must attend to my son and his lovely partner here” Bruce announced while parting the sea of ladies in front of him. “Thank you so much for coming” Bruce said while hugging you. “Thank you for inviting us” you said smiling, “shes been talking about it all week” Jason whispered to him. You elbows him lightly, embarrassed. They both laughed and Bruce said “well I hope you two can enjoy yourselves, I’ve got a party to entertain so I’ll be leaving you”. He left and the women swarmed him again. As you were walking away a cat ran in front of you, almost knocking you over. Just as you found your balance a younger boy came running by you pushing you over again. “Todd have you seen a back and white cat” the boy said with urgency. “Watch it demon brat you almost ran her over” Jason said while you fell back. “Your useless” he says while running in the same direction of the cat. A shorter dark haired man caught you. “You okay miss” he asked looking down at you. “Oh um yeah thank you for catching me” you muttered embarrassed. “anything for such a beautiful women such as your self” the amn said trying to charm you. Jason grabbed you, “she’s taken dick beat it” he said angrily. “Oh calm down dude, I was just being polite” dick said winking at you. “Yeah whatever” Jason muttered pulling you away from him. “Is that your older brother, i don’t think I’ve ever I met him” you questioned. “That’s probably for the best” he said frustrated. You two walked over to the opposite side of the ballroom. “Jesus if we see anymore of my siblings we’re leaving” you giggled and Jason went to grab you guys some drinks. You felt awkward just being by yourself. You looked around for a familiar face and saw Tim also standing by himself. You walked over to him and said hello. “Hey I didn’t know you were gonna be here” he said excited to see you. “this is my first gala, it’s been quite fun so far” you grinned. A blonde boy walked up to him and Tim smiled “hi I’m Bernard Tim’s boyfriend” he declared. you shook his hand and looked over at Tim who was blushing. “Oh well hello, I didn’t knwo Timmy here had a boyfriend”, you looked between them. “You two make a cute pair” you added. You guys talked for a little until Jason came back. The boys left so you and Jason talked for a bit.

Jason noticed that you looked uncomfortable, “what’s wrong” he asked, “oh nothing I’m fine” you brushed him off. “you sure?” He pushed, “You can’t lie to me I’m a detective”. You rolled your eyes “these shoes are hurting my feet” you admitted. “I have an idea” he said with a mischievous smirk. He took your hand and the two of you snuck out of the ball room. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to a very familiar door. “Up for some reading babe?” He asked looking down at you. “always” you replied. he pushed the doors open and set you down on the sofa in the library. You took you heels off and began to search for a book. By the time you found one Jason was already on the couch reading. You crawled up to lay on he chest. He slightly moved his book so you could fit. You two sat there reading for the rest of the gala. After a while you noticed Jason had fallen asleep. You set your book down and cuddled in to him, falling asleep a few minutes later. A certain blonde vigilante had found you two the next morning and snapped a few pictures. Now Jason would never hear the end of it form his team, although he didn’t mind to much.

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#jason todd #red hood #batfam #dc comics #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #red hood x y/n #red hood x you #red hood x fem!reader #jason todd x fem!reader

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elirastudio · 2 years

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It’s au explanation time

I will just drop here a little of plot nothing too detailed cuz I want to draw it

But this way you can see if you like this or not.

Pls be nice with me I’m an artist not a writer and this was my first time,so I’m really really sorry if there are mistakes or bad stuff.

PS: we need a name.

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If then have any questions, pls ask so if u want I can explain things better✨

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So sweeties for my story I need to put down some premises for who didn’t read “the journey to the west”

-I have no idea why Guanyin knows everything that happens, I don’t think that she can see all; for me it’s most likely that she is informed by the spirits that guards Tripitaka.

-wukong has 4 generals: ma, ba, beng and liu. (In my opinion they were likely killed by macaque cuz when he took the monkey king throne they are not there anymore)

-sun wukong was kicked out two times from the group;

One time during the LBD arc. (The second during macaque arc but we won’t get there)

-people can be resurrected in many ways apparently

Ok it was short and I’m sure many of u knew this already but I wanted to make sure.

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After leaving his monkeys, his generals and macaque with a promise of a soon reunion, sun wukong the monkey king, along side zhu bajie, came back to the pilgrim group to save Tripitaka. Again.

In this particular occasion out of happiness the Chinese monk assured to the monkey king that as an act to show his gratitude for the monkey, he would never recite the migraine spell again. Sun wukong felt a sense of relief that unfortunately didn’t last long…

At the first occasion Tripitaka used the fillet spell again…

It was so painful.

Once again his master trusted more the words of others instead of his.

this was also painful.

He was again used, he was again a weapon, he was once again fighting to save his master and brothers from some demons, a situation that could have been avoided if the monk just had listened to the great sage…

Why didn’t he listen? Why NO ONE ever listen?!

This.was.painful.

I guess that if you pull too hard a rope, no matter how strong it is, it’s going to snap.

He wanted to leave but couldn’t or Tripitaka would have found a way to get him back.

He felt so miserable, his monkeys would have never let him feel this way…

His monkeys…

Macaque!

Sun wukong was able to contact macaque with his astral projection.

The black monkey was so happy to see the king, he had been waiting for him for months and he was sure that his friend didn’t abandoned him…

He couldn’t have abandoned him…

But this happiness was really one sided.

Wukong needed to be “rescued”.

Wukong was on his knees, he felt his head exploding for the migraine spell that Tripitaka was reciting no stop.

The monkey king tried to attack the monk, to finally gain his freedom, maybe something more, maybe he wanted his master to feel the same pain that he constantly felt.

now he couldn’t even move, but he thought of it, macaque emerged from the shadows.

Wukong with one of his many tricks had got away sandy and pigsy; and it was very easy for the shadow monkey to take care of the monk and the white dragon-horse.

It was over…

He was free, wasn’t he?

Wukong cold hear his brothers coming back, he needed an excuse.

A demon attack!

From someone that he couldn’t have expect it!

Someone he knew!

Someone like…

When his brothers arrived wukong accused macaque to have killed their master and he, taken aback, had been unable to do anything to prevent it.

Macaque was confused, shock , so shocked that he couldn’t even make up words, he could just watch wukong and something about him was off…terribly off.

Before macaque knew pigsy and sandy were over him, he tried to escape but was stopped by sun wukong himself, fangs very visible.he was terrifying.

Pigsy and sandy were once again at his tail, macaque saw no other option but to fight, and he did and he killed the two pilgrims.

Eyes on wukong, the king was once more of his knees and he held his head very tightly,exactly as if someone was reciting the fillet spell again, he was agonizing at this point, but no one was telling the spell, macaque would have hear it.

Was sun wukong faking it? It looked pretty real to macaque.

He got close to the sage, still very confused about his betrayal.

why didn’t wukong just got away with him?

Was he afraid that his “brothers” could find them again?

Why did wukong stopped him from escaping?

And why is he agonizing like this now?

But as soon as macaque touched the king shoulder he jumped over him, keeping his staff again macaque throat, with a scary grin on his face,shouting about how macaque killed his master and brothers;

The black monkey didn’t know what to think at this point…

This wasn’t his sun wukong.

The last thing macaque saw was the king staff up on his head.

Now he was free…

Then what was this terrible sensation?

He needed to be punished, his master would have punished him from what he did.

But the only thing wukong could do was to keep moving like if someone was telling the fillet spell, but there was no pain.

There was nothing.

When macaque woke up everything hurt, sun wukong wasn’t there anymore…and he should be either! Wukong killed him! How could he be still alive?

To stop this stream of consciousness was Guanyin and her disciple Moksa.

She had brought him back to life and she was expecting an explanation…

“Would you be my warrior this time?” She gently asked.

Wukong needed to be stop.

in the meantime The monkey king was back on flower fruit mountain where his generals were waiting for him.

Wukong told them everything what they needed to know but in that moment once again the king was keeping his head in his hands, like if was having a strong headache, but once again there was no pain.

The four generals were concerned but incredibly happy to have their king back…

It didn’t last long tho as macaque,along side guanyin,soon arrived on FFM to confront the monkey king.

They exchanged some words, too few for macaque, then wukong was ready to fight but Guanyin started reciting the fillet spell.

This time while wukong was on his knees the pain was there and it was real, this made the monkey king so mad , so mad that yet someone could recite that spell, so mad cuz he wasn’t free yet. All this rage made him stood up and he was moving towards Guanyin with his staff in his hands. He had to get rid of her so he could be free!

Macaque stopped him and the two of them started fighting but even with Guanyin constantly reciting the spell the two monkeys were evenly matched.

They fought for a really long time…

(I would like to show this fight drawing it maybe in a cool way)

The four generals and the monkeys couldn’t do anything if not watch everything in disbelief.

Wukong had macaque on the defensive and he decided to throw his staff at macaque and ends things there but then macaque grabbed it. He grabbed the monkey king staff!

It was heavy yeah but he could lift it, and so he could use it!

He hit the still shocked monkey king crashing him on the ground and immediately stopping him from moving;

He should have killed sun wukong right there but he…he couldn’t…he couldn’t kill his sun! And he shouted it to Guanyin.

And the goddess just smiled at macaque.

With the help of the four generals and moksa, macaque was able to seal away the monkey king on his beloved mountain…

“The monkeys will need a new king” she said with a warm smile at macaque; the six eared monkey still had the monkey king staff in his hands when he turned his face to the generals and the monkeys, they were all bowing before the new monkey king.

Guanyin brought back macaque where he and sun wukong killed the pilgrims…actually it was just him.

The budhisattva gave him 4 pills of immortality and she told macaque to resurrect the pilgrims.

Why didn’t she just resurrect them? Like she did for him?was she giving him a choice?

Macaque slowly gave the pills to sandy, pigsy and the dragon-horse; but when it was Tripitaka turn he esitated…

he was the reason wukong went away from him. he was the reason for wukong pain. he was the reason wukong was seal away. he was the reason they had to fight. he was the reason wukong was like this now.

He crushed the pill of immortality in his hand, maybe wukong would have eat it and this thought made him smile a little.

Just a little.

He explained everything to the 3 pilgrims… the four of them got the scriptures and the journey to the west seems to have a different ending.

Many many many years in the future…

After everything that happened bai long ma, zhu bajie, sha wujing and macaque the monkey king became brothers.

They stopped the circle of reincarnation and continued to live as friends in the modern world.

Meeting at pigsy noodle shop one day macaque found a baby, an abandoned one…

“What do mean “me”?!” Macaque was basically screaming at this point.

“You found it. Besides it can’t be so different from taking care of the baby monkeys.” Bajie said not even looking at the monkey king, he was too busy making noodles

“It’s.very.different.” Said macaque through gritted teeth

“Older brother could you-“

“Sorry liu’er” said wujing “I don’t have the space to raise a child”

“Ao lie pleaaaaaase” macaque was practicing beginning at this point “u have a granddaughter that should be the same age-“

“C’on liu’er” interrupted pigsy “we are not saying that u need to do all by yourself, just that you are the best out of us to take care of this human child.”

Macaque scoffed but he felt something for this child “alright…but I want full support”

“You got it, so how do we want to name him…”

Macaque smiled “Qi Xiaotian, I really like it.”

And so macaque raised MK everything went well. until the day MK lifted macaque wukong staff…

#art #plot #elira #alternative universe #lego monkie king #lego monkie kid #six eared macaque #shadowpeach #sunwukong #liu’er #fanfic #mk #pigsy #guanyin #sandy #ao lie #ask questions

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 23 days

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Whumpril 2024 - Day 7 - Hesitation

-A huge demon enters the sitcom stage to raucous applause, spreading his arms and grinning at the other actors- GUESS WHO'S BACK AFTER BEING ON OC VACATION, at least now and then yk, I missed Gabe

TWs: attempted murder/assassination, threats, brief and vague reference to noncon by whumpee, blood, blades

“Please–” Gabriel watched the angel in front of him tremble. She clasped her hands in front of herself, brilliant purple eyes fixed on the bright cerulean soul in his hand. “Please, Prince Gabriel, don't do this.”

Gabriel sneered, rolling the little soul around in his palm, feeling the magical sparks against his skin. “Why?” He walked closer, idly toying with one sword he'd taken. His foot came to rest on the blade of the other. “You tried to kill me in my own home. Give me a reason to spare two assassins.”

She winced back, mouth gaping as she struggled for a reason. Gabriel laughed and dropped the blade with a clatter, bringing the soul up to his mouth. He rolled the marble into his mouth, holding it between his teeth. Everyone who knew of Gabriel Rivas, Demon Prince of the Wrathful Chase also knew how he liked to dispatch the souls of his enemies.

She dropped to her knees, tears springing from her eyes. Sobbing, she scrambled forward, desperately grabbing at the sheer silks he was wrapped in. “No, not him, not Alistair, he's all I have–”

Something in how her voice broke, in how her watery purple eyes looked up at him with such desperation, made Gabriel pause. Suddenly the soul didn't feel as satisfying to have in his mouth. He pulled the soul away from his teeth with a sigh, brows furrowed.

“Hmm.” He thought for a moment, before grinning again. “Alright, alright. I'll make you a deal.”

She pressed her hands to her mouth and sat back on her heels, looking up at him with a frantic nod. She reached to his silks again, feeling at his hips, starting to tug the fabric away from his skin. “Anything, anything at all, sir, whatever you want I'll–”

Gabriel felt his grin drop away as his stomach rolled. He stepped back, reaching a hand up sharply. “Quiet. Don't touch me. I don't want–not that.”

He took a deep breath, golden eyes lingering on the intact halo that hovered above her head. It matched her eyes perfectly. Her cloudy, dark grey wings shivered behind her back, pulled as tightly against her as possible. Messy black hair framed her face. Her arms wrapped around herself, like she might fall apart if she didn't.

“if you can survive out there for forty-eight hours then you're free to go.” He motioned to the window, to the clogged, labyrinthine streets that lay far below his uncanny skyscraper. The screams and howls of the hunted couldn't be heard this far up. “You won't be able to fly. My demons will be hunting you the whole time. But if you can do it, you get to leave. Both of you. He'll stay in my possession until then.”

She swallowed hard and nodded. “Okay. I, yes. Yes, I accept. And if I don’t, you’ll kill us.”

“Give me your name." Gabriel said with a nod, offering a hand out to her. She grasped it. When he helped her to her feet, she seemed to barely weigh as much as Throl.

“Felicia.”

“Go on Felicia, you have a fifteen minute start time.”

Gabriel didn’t know how he felt, watching her disappear into the elevator, shoulders squared.

As the doors closed, he shifted again and a sharp pain raced up his leg. Glancing down, the sword blade he’d stepped on before had bitten into him. Curiosity spiking, he lifted it to examine the sole of his foot. Golden blood started to languidly ooze, but there was no burning. He wasn’t being immolated by holy magic. He curiously looked to the other, and realized that it didn’t smell holy either–that had been the angel.

Neither one of these blades could have killed him.

“Huh. Well, Alistair. Guess things are a little more complicated than I thought. Let’s just see how Felicia does while I think about where to go next.”

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday7 #day 7 #hesitation #the original sin #original sin #gdi one of these will work for gabe #angel whumpee #demon whumper #blood #blades #attempted murder whump #noncon referenced #it's super brief and nongraphic and also referenced by the whumpee #assassination attempt

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666herescared · 6 months

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Imaginary Shadow Dad)Ch.9: Depression

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Notes: More hurt/comfort type stuff here. Mostly a string of Mk’s heart breaking and him hiding it, but pretty poorly, then getting told the same lesson over and over again. “Don’t hide when you’re suffering.”

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A Language Few Know

Mk had done small, odd noises as what Tang and Pigsy assumed was stimming. Unbeknownst to them, it was a language. One only he and the Shadows knew. They found out because Mei asked Mk what his chitters meant and he had a reply that wasn’t ‘Oh, it’s just a stim.’.

“Huh? Oh, I was just lamenting that we ran out of Plum tea.” the Little Monkey said jokingly. “Honestly, sometimes I forget you guys don’t know that language..”

Mei’s eyes lit up. “So, it’s like, a super secret language?” she asked excitedly.

“I guess you could put it like that! My older siblings taught me a long time ago.. D’you wanna learn it?” the younger teen tempted his Jie Jie, who excitably nodded.

“Yeah! Yeah! I wanna learn a secret language!”

“Alright! Let’s start with the basics..”

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Half a year later, the siblings were having whole conversations through chirps, and no one else knew what they were saying!

Aside from Shadow Dad-

They would talk throughout class in little sounds that the teacher didn’t even know meant anything. Mei created miniature communicators and their conversations almost always sounded like nothing but stimming. (Except for the one or two times one of them got too into the gossip and shouted something but let’s not worry about that-)

The Dragon-Girl visited often and had taken to using the unique greetings from the shadow language when greeting Mk. Such as, “Grand to see you, Fruit Tree!” or “Perfectly Plum-fect, as always!” which was a pun that only really works in the other language. And then… one day… when she visited..

Mk wasn’t in the best state of mind. He was sitting on his bed, staring at his shadow regretfully. Was it something he did? Why couldn’t he have at least gotten a warning? Why was that day so blurry? Sandy said it was probably his brain blocking something traumatic, but he remembered the traumatic part so it couldn’t have been that!.. Unless something even worse had happened that day and his brain was only letting him remember that one part.. Ugh-

“Hello, Little Shadow!”

“Big Brothe- S-Sister. Yeah.. Big Sister.“ Get yourself together, Mk! He- He heard… He heard Savage’s voice overlap with Mei’s.. He was shaking with the effort to avoid crying. Dammit.. He was an idiot to think they were coming back..

“Wait- what? Did you just- I-I’m not even trans- how did you make that-.. Oh, Mk..” Mei was confused, until she remembered what Mk had told her. His big brothers - the monkey ones - were the ones who taught him that language originally.

She approached the boy’s shaking form on the bed and sat beside him, offering a hug, which Mk almost immediately accepted. He cried into her shoulder as she tried to discreetly search on her phone for any information about how monkey demons handled comforting younger members of the troupe. (Fun Fact!: Monkey demons, much like regular monkeys, often lived in troupes which usually included multiple families of monkeys!) Lucky her, there was an entire guide of how to comfort a young monkey demon, specifically meant for adoptive family members of such a child/teen!

It said a lot of interesting things - such as info on things to look for in the young demon’s tail/ear movement and what to do if they don’t trust you with touching them yet - but none of that was useful for the dragon! The boy was raised by monkey demons, but he definitely wasn’t a monkey demon. Tang and Pigsy didn’t have enough blankets for a nest and- Oh! There’s something..

Apparently, monkey demons usually groom their cubs fairly often, and there was even a guide on how to do that. Seemed simple enough, but she read it a few times to make sure. Then she took a deep breath and shifted so Mk’s head was lying in her lap.. It- It really made him look a lot smaller. She hadn’t realized how short he was before. It caused her protective instincts to flare up, but she stamped them back down just as quick. It was better for her to- oh my gosh, that’s adorable.

Mk did a string of chitters that didn’t really mean anything, but it almost sounded like purring. Mei smiled at her little brother, who was clinging to her now. Mmm… She could indulge in her protective urges just this once. After all, she knew the boy was probably used to it. He was raised by monkey demons, then adopted by a pig demon for heck’s sake! Pig demons were well known to be protective of their families to an extent far greater than dragons.

She held him closer with a big hug, then untied his headband and placed it on Mk’s bedside table, causing him to let out a- Wait- what? A monkey-like chirp of slight offense left the boy, which she would’ve expected… if it weren’t for the fact that he’d adamantly denied ever hearing any of his shadow family make those sorts of chirps. He mentioned hearing his Shadow Dad make strange distorted sounds that were somewhat similar, but otherwise, he shouldn’t have made that sound.

She snapped out of it when Mk lied back down and whimpered slightly. Okay… probably just another weird, but awesome thing about her best friend. She shook it off and got back to what she was planning on doing.

Her hands were hesitant at first, but she steadied her breathing and started softly shifting the boy’s hair to pick at the knots. Once she found a rhythm, it became almost calming. The younger teen was silently crying in her lap, but clearly it was helping.

Man.. She was almost jealous that monkeys got to enjoy grooming with their families. Closest thing dragons had was picking at the shedding layer of their childrens’ scales.

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Check the Dates

This wasn’t possible. The Six-Eared Macaque died centuries ago. Sure, Mk’s Shadow Dad was a dead ringer and the headband he gave the Little Monkey said Liu’er Mihou on the purple side and Sun Wukong on the red side, but it still made no sense because Liu’er Mihou was supposed to be dead.

Eventually, Mr.Tang used his access to a university laboratory as a college professor to check the date Mk’s headband was made. How long ago was it? About five thousand years. How did it last that long? Well, that’s thanks to a simple spell that preserves important things. This was practically confirmation - but it’s impossible! What reason would the Six-Eared Macaque have to take in the Little Monkey? How would he explain this to Mk? Should he even tell him?

He was spinning around in his office chair as he weighed his options. After a few minutes of this, Pigsy entered the room, stretched, and dropped his glamor, which only really revealed a tattoo he was embarrassed about on the back of his neck. Glamors had become simple aspects of fashion in the modern day. Demons would wear them to look younger, or prettier, or sometimes, more human, and humans were able to purchase charms that demons had cast glamors on, so that they could do the same. Even Tang had one of these hidden in his scarf most of the time to smooth out his wrinkles and hide his graying hair.

His husband chuckled and walked over to him, stopping his spinning to give him a kiss. “Hey, Bao Bei. What’cha doin’?” he asked tiredly, glancing around his partner to peek at his work. It wasn’t work though. It was the results of a magic analysis on Mk’s headband, as well as the results for dating the same object. He squinted to read it as Tang turned around. What the-?! “WHAT!? Five-thousand years?!”

Mr.Tang shushed him urgently. After determining the coast was clear, he started whispering, “I haven’t told Mk yet, and I’m not sure we should.”

“What do you mean, Tangy? He’s gonna hear us anyway. There’s a reason the other kids have started callin’ him “Six ear”.”

Mk groaned, lifted his pillow, and put it over his head to cover his ears. Shadow Dad snickered at his son’s misfortune, though he’s still confused by the boy’s dads’ claim. His cub had been given his old nickname. What an odd coincidence..

“Do you have any idea what this could do? He’s gonna panic! I doubt telling him would do any good, and I know it’ll make him panic! So. I need you to lie to him for me. At least until we’re sure what this means, okay?”

Pigsy wanted to protest, but he knew his husband wouldn’t listen to him. So instead, he sighed and said, “Fine. I’ll go talk to him. I don’t even know what you’re expecting me to tell him though,”

Tang immediately calmed down and gave his husband a soft kiss before handing him Mk’s headband. “Good. Now bring this back to him, and if he asks, tell him it’s just five-hundred years old.” the grown human requested, then stood up to go get ready for bed.

“Heh. Lazy ass..” Pigsy muttered lovingly, then walked back up the stairs all the way to his son’s room. He had a feeling of what he’d see in the room when little wisps of black beckoned him from under the door. His son’s ability to control shadows was rather concerning if he was being honest.

Actually, Shadow Dad was doing that to get his attention so he could comfort the youngling, but he’d let the foster parents of his cub keep thinking he was entirely gone for a few more years.

Pigsy walked in and approached his son’s bed, sitting down beside the shadow wielder without a word. He handed his headband back, which Mk simply moved to the bedside table. After a minute or two of both waiting for the other to speak first, the Little Monkey bit the bullet. “So… you don’t have to lie to me. I know Shadow Dad isn’t coming back.” The teenager sounded so defeated.

Frankly, the pig was pissed at this Shadow Dad guy. Mk talked about him as though he was even more amazing than the Monkey King, but that bastard abandoned the most amazing kid ever! No matter what, Pigsy wouldn’t have done that. He would’ve stuck by his son until the very end. Even if he was on the verge of death, he’d at least tell the damned kid! “Yeah, well, I honestly think that’s more of a blessing than a curse..”

“WHAT?!”

‘WHAT?!’

Maybe Shadow Dad was a little quick to think they were so perfect to raise his kid.

“I’m sorry, but I’m gonna need you to run that by me one more time?” Mk said, sass blending with genuine rage in his tone.

“Look, kid. I’m just sayin’ what needs to be said, and that’s the fact that your “Shadow Dad” was a bastard! I’m not gonna pretend I know everything, but I do know that if we were still in the barbaric ages, every demon within ten mountain ranges would be tryin’ to kidnap you. You’re a rare type of kid Mk. And in the past six years that I’ve had the honor of calling you my kid, I’ve realized that that man was either a fool or a coward for abandoning the best kid a creature could ask for.” Pigsy finished his parenting speech. The Monkey Kid was genuinely touched.

Shadow Dad listened to the explanation, slowly losing the spite in his thoughts. Maybe…. Pigsy had a point. He’d abandoned the most wonderful little boy in the world without a word. Something about the thought put a sick flavor in his throat.

Why was it so familiar?

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Wanna go to the Creepy Old Dojo?

“Wait- What?” Mk asked incredulously.

“There’s like this really creepy old abandoned dojo that I was gonna go check out! It’s supposedly haunted~ so I was gonna check if it actually was, or if it was just some homeless demon squatting there. Who knows? Maybe I’ll find a cool gift for your birthday soon!” Mei explained again with a cheerful grin. Mk tried to figure out if she was joking or not.

“You-.. You spend, like, at least twenty dollars on food every time we hang out, and my birthday present is the thing you find in an abandoned place?” Mei nodded. The Little Monkey grinned. “Oh my gosh! That would be so cool!- If it really is haunted though, are you sure the spirit will be okay with you taking something?” The dragon girl huffed steam out of her mouth as a reminder. Oh yeah. “Wh-Why do you have both fire and water magic again?”

“One of my ancestors thought a western dragon was hot - Pun not intended.” she explained to her Di Di, simply used to it by now.

“Really?” Mk got that starry eyed look again. It always managed to make her feel even cooler. Sometimes she forgot how much that was common knowledge for her was a foreign concept to her little brother!

“Yep!” she said, now sounding more proud of herself. “Answer my question and I’ll tell you the full story~” the boy’s Jie Jie bribed him with a playful smirk.

“Huh?” Mk buffered for a moment, before remembering the original topic of their conversation. “Oh! Right!- Well- No. I’m not risking damage to my fragile human body.”

“..What? What?! Mk, your entire reputation is because you’re the most threatening human in the whole school! You can beat seniors without breaking a sweat! How do you still think you’re just a, “fragile human”? You have magic without even trying for heck’s sake!” The Little Monkey looked like he was just caught lying, which was a shockingly relieving sight for his big sister. After the stress left her form when, for once, Mk wasn’t actually being self-deprecating, she decided to chitter, since this topic seemed sensitive. “What’s this really about, Mini-Apricot?”

It was a little obvious to Shadow Dad. His son had never actually self-deprecated in that way. Xiaotian hadn’t been worried much about strength. - at least after he aba-... dropped him off. - He’d always been a lot more nervous about his morality than his power.

Mk snickered at the older teen’s mistake. The chitters were similar for Mini-Apricot, and Apricot Boy, but one was a term of endearment, and the other was the Shadow-Speech word for Apricot pudding. Crucial mistake to make. He didn’t point it out though, and opted for simply explaining his actual reason. “It’s nothing big, Moonchild. (Which is a nickname for one’s older sibling in Shadow-Speech) I just feel weird about going to the home of a spirit. Whether they’d hurt me for it or not, I don’t want to disrespect them.”

“Ah, fair.” Mei said, non-judgmentally, returning to normal talking instead of the chirps and chitters. “Well, a deal’s a deal.. Wanna hear the hot goss now?” she asked with a teasing smirk.

“Aw, heck yeah!” Mk exclaimed, getting excited again as Mei began explaining the story in great detail… in modern terms, obviously.

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A Calm Day in the Park

Sandy had scheduled one of his weirder appointments that day. Instead of spending the session in the houseboat, Mk’s therapist decided to take him and the cats to the park for a picnic and outdoor meditation session. The Little Monkey was eating some fried rice his Shu Shu had made for the picnic and sitting on a park bench. Not normally, of course, but he was still on a park bench.

His uncle had taken to telling him stories before each session, while they were having their calm down moments. Today, he was telling the young boy the story of Chang ‘e, since the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming up. He must have heard this story a thousand times by now, but it was always interesting to hear how different people interpreted it. Of course, his Shu Shu was the sort of person to subscribe to the version of the story where Chang ‘e and Hou Yi are both good people and their separation is pure tragedy.

Mk kinda started zoning out after a while. Sandy always let him zone out during these calm moments. He says it’s a sign that it’s working. Then someone tapped his shoulder, he turned to look - no one. Other shoulder. Turned to look - no one. A click of something behind his neck, he rolled over fully to look directly behind him, but only saw a few slow, pink, lotus petals drifting toward the ground.

He calmed down again at that sight. Ah. It was just his big brother. He giggled happily to himself and went to hop over the back of the bench to look for him, then Sandy Shu Shu cleared his throat from the picnic blanket on the other side. Right. He was busy.

“Ah. Sorry, Shu Shu. Big brother was playing with me again.” Mk snickered softly, turning back around. Sandy’s gaze quickly changed from playfully questioning to understanding, then slight mischief.

“I can see that. If you get a chance to talk to him, tell him he has good taste in jewelry!” the therapist said, jokingly.

Jewelry? Had Sandy gotten a better look at Mk’s Ge Ge than he had? The Little Monkey looked around to see if the strange flower boy was still anywhere nearby, then he noticed that there was now something around his neck. He looked down and saw an intricately crafted, small, pink lotus shaped accessory on a thin silver chain. The accessory had a twist function, which opened a hole in the top, revealing an opening somewhat similar to certain scent diffusers he’d seen his therapist use before. Weird.. He loved it! It was definitely high quality, similar to other gifts he’d been given by his Ge Ge before, but he wasn’t quite sure how to use it. After all, it’s not like it came with a user’s manual. “I guess he does!” the Monkey Kid agreed with a chuckle.

One of those, eh? The Lotus Prince must really like his cub if he’s giving him something like that. Normally humans don’t get those unless they’re close to him. After all, as long as he has a flame and some of those petals, Xiao-Xiao can communicate with him at any time. He could tell why Nezha didn’t give instructions on it’s use though. It’s a little early for the kid to start talking to a god.

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A Stick? THE Stick.

“Happy birthday, Mk!” Mei congratulated her Di Di, handing him a long, thin, box.

Mk buffered for a moment, then remembered. “OH YEAH! IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!” He excitedly tore the wrapping paper off the box, then opened the end and carefully dumped it out onto the picnic table he and his Jie Jie were sitting at, right next to his sketchbook. It was cloudy that day. It was one of those strange moments when there were almost no shadows anywhere.

It made Shadow Dad stick out like a sore thumb.

Out of the box came- c-came… the staff.. The staff Shadow Dad used to train him with.. A purple staff with black grips and golden lines across the surface. Everything was how he remembered it. Even a small nick on the top from one time Xiaotian and the Shadow Twins stumbled into the staff wrack. He was finally big enough for it..

“Mk? Are those bad tears or good tears?” his big sister asked, snapping him out of his nostalgia.

“Mei? Where did you get this?” the Monkey Kid asked, holding the staff closer to him, like it was precious.

“D’you remember that creepy old dojo I was gonna check out?” Mk nodded. “Well, turns out, either it wasn’t haunted, or whoever was there didn’t want me to see them. I found that there though! I remembered you showing me a drawing or two of a similar staff, so I decided to pick it up for you!”

“Mei. This isn’t a similar staff - it’s the same staff! This is my Shadow Dad’s staff! Or- well- One of the staffs he had in his dojo, but close enough!” The younger proclaimed, flabbergasted on how his sister managed to find this in a creepy abandoned do-... dojo.. “That… dojo..” He frantically started flipping through his sketchbook and found one of his doodles of his Shadow Dad’s place. “Did it look like this?!” he exclaimed, shoving his sketchbook in his sister’s face.

She gave it a once over, then, a little confused but not truly comprehending how strange it was, said, “Wow Mk. Got it in one. Have you been there before?”

“Been there?!” Mk exclaimed, incredulously. “Mei, I practically lived there since I was six! Until I got dropped on Mr.Tang and Dadsy’s door - but I’ve been trying not to dwell on that.”

And the dragon put the pieces together. “Wait- That’s your Shadow Dad’s dojo?!” she said, shocked. Mk nodded rapidly. “That’s awesome! Now you have a place to look for clues!”

The Little Monkey deflated a little. Mei’s excitement slipped as she saw his expression change. “N-No. I’m not gonna go looking for him. He left me a while ago, and while I’d love some damn answers… Sandy Shu Shu says it’s bad for my mental health to obsess over getting them. I don’t care about that anymore. Whether he left by choice or not, he left. So what? I have an amazing family already! With or without him.” Mk claimed, somewhat somberly, but it felt like a release. A release of everything that had been building since his Shadow Dad left. There wasn’t a need to look for his approval anymore. He left when Mk was like, eleven! He didn’t even know Mk’s new name! Mk was a different person from Xiao-Xiao and even if Shadow Dad did come back, he wouldn’t know who he is anymore.

“Well, good for you Mk.. Now that that’s out of the way- HYA!” Mei came leaping at him from a nearby tree with her training sword. He’d zoned out so much he hadn’t noticed any of that! And yet-

Thunk! He managed to block it perfectly! He grinned. As always, his sister helped him forget. Forget everything that was wrong. She always knew just how to do it, and in this case, that was by starting a spar!

Shadow Dad just hoped that rant didn’t mean Mk wouldn’t want to see him once he came back..

“Uncle? Mother made dumplings. I put a few on your altar for you.”

“Heh. Thanks, Red.” That should help him forget.

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There you guys go! I know this chapter was a lot shorter, but there wasn’t as much to get through in each segment. Next chapter is just gonna be to round out this era with a chapter all about acceptance.

Then I’m guessing you all know what happens next. ;)

*Monkey Kid Theme song starts playing* (Have fun and happy scrolling!) Prev- Chapter 8 and Next- Chapter 10

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You know... I was just joking when I said everyone is after Shiki's body.

I didn't think that statement would ever become something so cursed (pun not intended). Not only do centuries old entities want to get inside her (pun intended), but apparently so do young aspiring clan heads like Naoya and the Kamo reject. I suppose the only saving grace here is that Gojo Satoru has taken to the trope of the overprotective big brother a little too well.

On a brighter note (so many puns), it was nice to see Shiki channeling her inner Hinokami Kagura for the Obon ceremony. Does this mean we'll see her performing consecutive Black Flashes in the shape of a dragon head? I think we should call it the "Black Halo Dragon Head Dance."

;)

Although on a more serious note I can easily imagine how this ceremony might factor into Shiki's development as sorcerer. From Satoru's explanation Jujutsu is mostly an instinctive art, there are few things that sorcerer's techniques have in common other than universal techniques like the aforementioned Black Flash.

Thus, it stands to reason that performing a ceremony which honors the dead will have a profound impact on Shiki's own technique, which revolves around death. Perhaps setting her up for her eventual Domain Expansion?

Haha Shiki is rather popular, isn’t she? (Whistles)

It is indeed a very lucky thing that she has Gojo Satoru on her side watching out for her. Makes you wonder what would happen if he was taken out of the picture, right? :D

I actually wasn’t thinking about Hinokami Kagura at all when I was writing the scene (more JJK0 than anything, really) but in retrospect it’s actually?? Kinda fitting I guess? I already have an idea in mind for Shiki’s Black Flash! Nothing to do with dancing, unfortunately. Assuming I don’t change my mind on it, we should be seeing Shiki use Black Flash before she officially enrolls as a student at Tokyo Jujutsu High.

And now I want to write a Demon Slayer AU again, oh no…

Canonically we know that jujutsu is, like, 80% innate talent? People can use simple shikigami and barriers, which seem pretty universal, but cursed techniques are something else entirely. I don’t recall if we’ve seen simple shikigami in the manga, but the paper dolls in zenith of stars would be an example of that haha.

But anyways, Shiki’s cursed technique! Aligns very nicely with the ritual and the dancing, hence the ‘unique phenomenon’ that occurred during the okuribi. The light show and her realizations during it do relate to her cursed technique (and thereby her domain expansion), but there’s still a ways to go before we get everything clearly spelled out and I’m definitely looking forward to writing that. :)

#QA #zenith of stars #seeing the gif makes me want to watch the demon slayer anime now haha #i've read the manga before and i've watched #season 2 i think?#not season 1 though #or season 3 #wait season 3 was pretty recent wasn't it?#i could be wrong don't quote me on this

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Devil's Trap

Masterlist

"They’ve got Dad." Dean growls once he hangs up. "Meg?" Sam and I asked and Dean just nods. "What’d she say?" Sam asked him. "I just told you, Sammy." Dean said, clearly upset. "Okay. Okay." He mutters as he takes the Colt and tucks it into the back of his jeans.

"What are you doing, Dean?" I asked him, concerned, as he grabs his duffel bag. "We got to go." He said. "Why?" Sam asked him. "Because the demon knows we’re in Salvation, all right. It knows we got the Colt. It’s got Dad – it’s probably coming for us next." Dean said as he puts on his jacket. "Good. We’ve still got three bullets left. Let it come." Sam said to him.

"Listen, tough guy, we’re not ready, okay? We don’t know how many of them are out there. Now, we’re no good to anybody dead. We’re leaving....now!" Dean yells and we gather up our stuff and load up and head out.

"I’m telling you, guys, we could have taken him." Sam said to us as we roared down the road. "What we need is a plan. Now, they’re probably keeping John alive, we just gotta figure out where. They’re gonna wanna trade him for the gun." I said and Sam just shakes his head. Dean and I glance over at him.

"What?" We asked. "Guys, if that were true, why didn’t Meg mention a trade?" Sam asked and he starts to get upset. "Dad, he might be...."

"Don’t!" Dean yells over him, quickly. "Look, I don’t want to believe it any more than you. But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the Colt. We can still finish the job." said Sam. "Screw the job, Sam!" Dean growls.

"Dean, I’m just trying to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going." Sam said. "Quit talking about him like he’s dead already. Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything." Dean said, angrily, and it goes quiet before I speak up.

"So how do we find him?" I asked. "Maybe we go to Lincoln. Start at the warehouse where he was taken." Dean said and Sam scoffs. "Come on, Dean, you really think these demons are going to leave a trail?" He asked him. "You’re right. We need help." Dean said and we drive off into the night.

The next morning, Dean drives up to a familiar junkyard, which was full of junk cars and hubcaps nailed to the side of the house. A large dog is chained to a post and is lying on the hood of an old tow truck. This was the home of a man named Bobby Singer.

Bobby is an old friend of my dad's and John’s, but from what my dad told me; Bobby and John had not parted on good terms the last time they saw each other. My poor dad always seemed to be the peacemaker everytime he was with John as John always seemed to be fighting with a colleague.

We enter inside to see it’s untidy and cluttered with papers on every wall and books stacked everywhere. Bobby picks up two round silver flasks with crosses on them and hands one to Dean. Sam and I were sitting at a cluttered desk, reading a very large book.

"Here you go." Bobby said to Dean. "What is this – holy water?" Dean asked him. "That one is." Bobby said then he holds out the other flask. "This is whiskey." He said and he takes a swig of whiskey and hands it to Dean, who also drinks.

"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn’t sure we should come." Dean said and Bobby waves vaguely at him. "Nonsense. Your Daddy needs help." Bobby said. "Well, yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. Cocked the shotgun and everything." Dean said to him and Bobby shrugs.

"Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people." Bobby said. "Yeah, I guess he does." Dean said. "Just glad that (father's name) was there to calm everything down or your dad wouldn't be around." Bobby said and I shake my head. "But...None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back." He said as Sam looks up at him.

"Bobby, this book....I’ve never seen anything like it." Sam said and Bobby comes over to Sam and sits on the corner of the desk. "Key of Solomon? It’s the real deal, alright." He said. "And these, uh, these protective circles. They really work?" Sam asked him. "Hell, yeah. You get a demon in - they’re trapped. Powerless. It’s like a Satanic roach motel." Bobby said and Sam chuckles.

"Man, knows his stuff." I said, smiling, as I pat Bobby's shoulder. "I’ll tell you something else, too. This is some serious crap you three have stepped in." Bobby said to us. "Oh, yeah? How’s that?" I asked him. "Normal year, I hear of, say, three demonic possessions. Maybe four, tops." Bobby said.

"Yeah?" Dean said.

"This year, I hear of 27 so far. You get what I’m saying? More and more demons are walking among us – a lot more." Bobby said and we give him a shock look.

"Do you know why?" Sam asked him. "No, but I know it’s something big. The storm’s coming, and you boys, your Daddy and (y/n)– you are smack in the middle of it." Bobby said when, suddenly, his dog starts barking outside.

"Rumsfeld." Bobby mutters and he goes over to the window just as the dog stops barking with a whine. "Something’s wrong." Bobby said to us when the door bursts open.

We turn around and see that Meg had kicked the door in and she saunters in. Dean slips the holy water flask out of his pocket. "No more crap, okay?" She said, firmly. Dean comes at her, unscrewing the flask, but Meg hits him and sends him flying into a stack of books. I gasped, quietly, just as Sam steps in front of Bobby and I stand next to him, placing ourselves between Bobby and Meg.

"I want the Colt, Sam – the real Colt – right now." Meg growled as Sam, Bobby and I slowly move across the room and Meg follows us.

"We don’t have it on us. We buried it." Sam tells her but that seems to anger her even more. "Didn’t I say no more crap? I swear – after everything I heard about you, Winchesters, and even your friend there. I got to tell you, I’m a little underwhelmed. First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you three chuckleheads. Lackluster, men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn’t find you?" She asked us and Dean comes up behind her

"Actually, we were counting on it." Dean said and Meg turns to look at him. Dean stares at her and then looks up at the ceiling. Meg also looks up and sees the large protective symbol etched up there. "Gotcha." Dean said with a smirk.

Later, Meg was tied to a chair in the middle of the floor and the boys and I watch her. "You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask." Meg said as Bobby comes in with a very large canister of salt. "I salted the door and windows. If there are any demons out there – they ain’t getting in." He said

Dean nods and stands up, then moves around Bobby, Sam and I to stand in front of Meg. "Where’s our father, Meg?" He asked her on a rough voice. "You didn’t ask very nice." Meg said with a smirk. "Where’s our father, bitch?" Dean asked, firmly, and her smile falters. "Jeez. You kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh wait, I forgot, you don’t." She sneered.

Dean lunges at her, putting his hands on the chair arms. "You think this is a frigging game? Where is he?! What did you do to him?" Dean yells at her, angrily. "He died screaming. I killed him myself." Meg said. Dean just looks at her with hate, then hits her across the face. She raises her head and looks up at him. "That’s kind of a turn on – you hitting a girl." She said, a smile playing on her lips. "You’re no girl." Dean spat back at her.

"Dean." Bobby said as he gestures for Dean to follow him into the other room. Dean follows and Sam and I move up to him. "You okay?" Sam asked Dean, worriedly. "She’s lying. He’s not dead." Dean yells.

"Dean, you got to be careful with her. Don’t hurt her." Bobby said to him. "Why?" Dean asked. "Because she really is a girl, that’s why." Bobby said.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked him. "She’s possessed. That’s a human possessed by a demon. Can’t you tell?" Bobby said as the boys stare at him while I mentally slap myself.

My dad told me that at one point in my life but sometimes your forget that when you fight the demons and when they cause you or anybody harm.

"Are you trying to tell me there’s an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there?" Dean asked Bobby. Bobby just nods and Dean looks at Meg, who is staring back at him. "That’s actually good news." He said.

Later, Sam starts looking through a book for an exorcism ritual. Then he looks at Dean and I before we move over to Meg. "Are you gonna read me a story?" She asked us. "Something like that." Dean said then he turns to Sam. "Hit it, Sam." He said and Sam looks down at the book. "Regna terrae, cantate deo, psallite domino......."

"An exorcism? Are you serious?" Meg asked as she looks at us while Sam continues reading in latin. "Oh we’re going for it, honey – head spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards." I said to her. As Sam continues to read Meg starts to flinch in pain. Sam looks at me and Dean while Meg looks over her shoulder at Sam. "I’m gonna to kill you." She said then she looks at me. "I'm gonna skin you alive." She growls then she looks at Dean. "I’m gonna rip the bones from your body." She said.

"No, you’re gonna burn in hell. Unless you tell us where our Dad is." Dean said but Meg just smiles at him. "Well, at least you’ll get a nice tan." He said then he glances up at Sam. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incuriso infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, onmis congregatio et secta diabolica...."

Meg shakes and jerks in pain as Sam reads the exorcism ritual. Then she finally gasps in pain and Sam stops. "He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time. That’s when I slit his throat." She spat then Sam starts reading again and Dean leans down to her.

"For your sake, I hope you’re lying. Cause if it’s true, I swear to God, I will march into hell myself and I will slaughter each and every one of you evil sons of bitches, so help me God!" Dean threatens as Sam continues to read. Then the wind starts to blow through the room but Sam continued on and Meg starts to show signs of being in pain again.

"Where is he?" Dean asked her, angrily. "You just won’t take dead for an answer, will you?" Meg asked. "Where is he?!" Dean yells. "Dead!" Meg shouts at him. "No, he’s not! He’s not dead! He can’t be!" Dean said, upset and angry. Sam and I look at him with concern.

"What are you looking at? Keep reading." Dean growls at Sam and he goes back to reading while I continue to look at Dean. "(Y/n), stop." He said to me and I look down at the ground for a moment. The way Dean was acting, it was worrying me but it was also scaring me.

"Ab insidis diaboli, libera nos, domine. Ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias, libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos." Sam reads and the chair starts to slide around the circle. "Ut inimicos sanctae ecclesiae humiliare digneris, to rogamus audi...."

"He will be!" Meg screams then Dean jumps up at this. "Wait! What?!" He asked her. "He’s not dead. But he will be after what we do to him." She replied.

"How do we know you’re telling the truth?" I asked her, firmly. "You don’t." Meg said then Dean turns to Sam. "Sam!" He said, in a loud voice, but before Sam could continue to read Meg screams. "A building! Okay? A building in Jefferson City."

"Missouri? Where, where? An address!" Dean said, angrily. "I don’t know." Meg shouts back at him. "And the demon – the one we’re looking for - where is it?" Sam asked her. "I don’t know! I swear! That’s everything. That’s all I know." Meg replied and we stare at her for a moment before Dean turns back to Sam.

"Finish it." He said and Meg looks up at him, confused. "What? I told you the truth!" She shouts at him, frantically. "I don’t care." growls Dean. "You son of a bitch, you promised." She said and Dean leans down to her. "I lied!! Sam?" Dean said but Sam doesn’t say anything then Dean looks at him.

"Sam! Read." Dean said and I walk up to him. "Maybe we can still use her. Find out where the demon is." I said to Dean, quietly. "She doesn’t know." Dean said. "She lied." Sam said and Dean glares at us. "Guys, there’s an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there. We’ve go to help her." Dean said then Bobby comes up to us.

"You’re gonna kill her." He said and Dean turns to him. "What?" He asked. "He's right, Dean. She fell from a building. Her body is broken. The only thing keeping her alive is that demon inside. You exorcise it – that girl is going to die." I said to him.

"Listen to me, all three of you, we are not gonna leave her like that." Dean said to us, firmly. "She is a human being." Bobby growls. "And we’re gonna put her out of her misery. Sam, finish it." Dean said. Sam looks at his brother then at me and Bobby, not sure what to do. Then he looks over at Meg.

"Finish it." Dean orders. Sam takes a breath and keeps going. "Dominicos sanctae ecclesiae, terogamus audi nos, terribilis deus do sanctuario suo deus israhel. Ipse tribuite virtutem et fortitudinem plebi suae, benedictus deus, gloria patri...." Sam reads and Meg throws her head back and screams. The demon leaves through her mouth in a black cloud and spreads out in the protective circle in the ceiling before disappearing.

Meg leans forward and blood starts to drip from her mouth. The men and I stand there looking at her, not really sure it’s over. Meg slowly lifts her head. "She’s still alive." Dean said then he turns to Bobby. "Call 911. Get some water and blankets." He orders and Bobby rushes off. Dean and Sam untie Meg.

"Thank you." Meg whispers, weakly. "Shh, shh. Just take it easy, alright?" I said to her, soothingly. "Come on. Let’s get her down." Dean said as they lift Meg from the chair and we heard the sound of bones crunching. Meg screams in pain and I come over to help and we lower her to the floor. "Sorry, sorry. I got you. I got you. It’s okay. It’s okay." Sam and I said to her.

"A year." Meg said in a strained voice. "What?" I asked her. "It’s been a year." She said, a little louder. "Shh, just take it easy." Sam said to her. "I’ve been awake for some of it. I couldn’t move my own body. The things I did – it’s a nightmare." She explains, tears falling down her face.

"Was it telling us the truth about our Dad?" Dean asked and I look at him. "Dean." I said in a warning tone. "We need to know." Dean said to me as he glares at me then back to Meg. "Yes. But it wants...you to know...that...they want you to come for him." Meg replied. "If Dad’s still alive, none of that matters." Dean replied.

Bobby comes in with a blanket and a glass of water. He hands the glass to Dean while Sam and I cover her. Dean holds her head up so she can drink. "Where is the demon we’re looking for?" I asked her. "Not there. Other ones. Awful ones." She replied.

"Where are they keeping our Dad?" Dean asked. "By the river. Sunrise." Meg replied. "Sunrise. What does that mean? What does that mean?" Dean asked her, confused, but Meg let's out her last breath and dies.

"You better hurry up and beat it. Before the paramedics get here." Bobby said to us sometime later. "What are you gonna tell them?" I asked him. "You think you guys invented lying to the cops? I’ll figure something out." He said then he hands the Key of Solomon book to Sam.

"Here take this. You might need it." Bobby said and Sam smiles. "Thanks." Sam said. "Thanks... for everything. Be careful, alright?" Dean said and Bobby nods at us. "You just go find your Dad. And when you do, you bring him around, would you? I won’t even try to shoot him this time." Bobby said and I chuckle at this before the boys and I leave.

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dadbastiandisaster · 1 year

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First of all, thank you all so much for the nice reblogs on the Claude Headcanons, post, second of all

✨🌸 Hannah and the Triplets Headcanons 🌸✨

Hannah is the only Demon in the show I imagine as being very old and very powerful. She could kill Sebastian and Claude with both hands tied behind her back and it wouldn’t even be difficult for her. I also think she is a fallen Angel, unlike all the other Kuro Demons who I headcanon as humans who went to Hell

Conversely, the Triplets are all fairly young, only a couple of hundred years old, and especially individually they are fairly weak

I read on someone’s headcanons (possibly @eemoo1o-animoo) that they were one Demon broken into three, which I think is really cool, so I guess my other idea would be that they were a human soul that either as punishment or just be happenstance got broken into three

My personal headcanon is Demons can’t have kids, they just start existing, so the Triplets aren’t technically siblings, they just popped into existence in roughly the same region of Hell and have been together ever since.

Hannah saved their lives in Hell and they will now do pretty much whatever she says. They were also the first of instance of Hannah just being like ‘I’m your mum now deal with it’ (I’m electing to ignore all the weird shit about Hannah’s boobs - remember, Marie Kondo approach to canon)

She didn’t realise that what she felt for Luka was maternal love, and not hunger for his soul, and she does feel sorrow that she killed him. She had mostly taken contracts with less than pleasant humans that she was always more than happy to dispatch, so she’d never really spent much time around children.

She both wants to protect Alois from Claude for Luka’s sake, and because she felt she lost her chance to raise a child in Luka and so she sought out Alois.

She’d definitely try, but I honestly don’t know if Hannah would do a vastly better job than Claude. Other than anything else, since she barely talks to Alois, so she doesn’t really know him all that well, and he is a very different person to Luka

Also she’s approximately a bajillion years old so she definitely has 0 moral compass, even less of one than Claude or Sebastian.

The Triplets sometimes switch their partings around and pretend to be each other to fuck with Claude. Problem is, Claude doesn’t care which is which as long as things get done, so like, nobody’s winning

I think the Triplets do the ridiculous Cockney accents as a joke.

When they speak to others, they have to speak in turn. They will not speak individually. No one knows why.

Unlike sort of Claude and definitely Sebastian, Hannah has no issues reconciling her maternal feelings with her being a Demon. As previously mentioned, she is a bajillion years old and could probably kill people with her mind so she has absolutely nothing to prove. Also she has experienced all the murder and bloodshed one could ever hope to and maternal love is something relatively new to her.

Basically Hannah is mum and she’s a cool lady who can stab things and she is unfathomably old and powerful with no concept of puny human morals

Hannah is she/her and I think the Triplets are of the ‘whatever pronouns make the joke land’ persuasion.

The Triplets will obviously always side with Hannah, especially if it screws over Claude (Claude is a dick to them because he doesn’t want to deal with them and also he makes them do chores) but they really don’t have much in the way of personal stakes in the whole thing so they’re kind of just vibing

The Triplets don’t like Alois, but in an annoying younger brother way. Plus he stabbed Hannah’s eye out, so they have mild beef with him for that. It’s just as well because combined their forces of chaos would simply be too strong.

It would be cool if they were the Demons of threes, or trios. Since 3 is such a significant number, maybe it has a number, and maybe that’s why the human whose soul they were mad from was split?

Much like Claude, they do what Hannah tells them to but they’re not especially house proud.

Sebastian Michaelis, who lives at the Phantomhive manor & cleans 10,000 floors each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

Much like Claude, they just do not get why Sebastian puts so much effort in. Frankly, they think it’s weird.

They definitely fuck about when no-one’s looking

Actually entranced by light switches.

Pretended to be repelled by crosses to Alois until Hannah told them to stop.

Tldr: the Trancy Manor is chaos as well

Might make more of these at some point, but rsi is hitting to so here we are. Hope you enjoyed

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #claude faustus #hannah annafellows #black butler 2 #black butler headcanons #kuroshitsuji 2 #black butler season 2 #mey rin would actually think hannah is so hot #the triplets are agents of chaos #the triplets #original post

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Platinum Bones Week 2023 Day 1: Dance

Hey everyone! Platinum Bones Week is an event going on Twitter and I thought I'd participate since I haven't written anything for King yet. I can't promise I'll get every prompt on time, but we'll see how it goes. You can find the list of prompts at this link.

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“I’m borrrrred,” the Collector sighed, drifting lazily between the magnificent white pills of the Archive House.

King, who had been snacking on some leftover pizza bagels, tensed. Though the Collector’s complaints about boredom weren’t always sign for concern, a few times he had nearly wrecked irreversible havoc with the puppets.

“Uh, I’m sorry, buddy,” said King. “Maybe we can…play hide and seek again?”

The Collector put a finger on his chin, pondering, before saying “Nope!”

“I know!” the Collector cried joyfully. King tensed once more. Sometimes the Collector’s ideas were actually quite fun, but other times it took everything King had to talk him down from killing someone. “We can dance!”

That certainly wasn’t what King had been expecting. “Dance?”

“Yeah, silly! You know, like with music!” The Collector mimed a ballroom-style waltz, spinning through the air and giggling.

“Oh, uh…” A sudden memory came to King’s mind, of trying to determine his demon type and doing an awkward dance for Hooty, one that had ended up being quite offensive. That was right before Hooty had taken a blood sample, something that could have spared everyone a lot of pain if they had only known what King truly was.

He had been so upset that day, then so joyous. If only he had known what was to come, he might not have been so eager to explore his origins. Not when they were so hopeless for him ever having the chance to see his own kind.

“King? What’s wrong?” The Collector’s eyebrows furrowed and they drifted closer, preparing to hug King and try to comfort him.

“It’s…it’s fine. I’ve just been told I’m not the best at dancing.”

The Collector’s eyes widened, a threatening glow lighting in them. “Who told you that?”

King winced. Damn it, why did he have to go and say that? “It wasn’t anything serious, don’t worry.”

“It was Luz, wasn’t it? Did she tell you that?”

“No!” King almost laughed. Luz would have loved to see him dance. “She didn’t say that, and the person who did wasn’t being mean. It was actually a really fun memory.”

“Fun? How could it be fun when they were being mean to you?”

“It’s kind of hard to explain,” said King. “But really, it’s okay.”

“Hmmm okay…” The Collector crossed their arms, clearly disgruntled, but no way was King going to tell him it was Hooty. He didn’t want to take away the chances of getting that annoying bird tube back to life. As much as King had been irritated by his screechy voice, he wished he could hear it nagging him once again.

“Well, I don’t think you’re a bad dancer. And if you are, then I can just teach you to be better!”

King glanced up at the Collector’s hopeful smile, and he found himself smiling back. “Okay.” He was hoisted into the air by a flurry of stars and wind, letting out a startled “Weh?” as he rose high above the marble floor.

“Okay,” said the Collector, once he was brought to eye level. “First, we have to do this.” He lifted his hands and curled his fingers in a ritualistic way, then nodded at King.

King held up his paws, which only had three fingers each.

The Collector frowned. “Oh. Well, you have to do that before you dance…”

“I can try.” King awkwardly curled his three claws and the Collector shrugged.

“Okay! That works. Then, you have to make the image of a…oh, I guess you don’t have that magic either…” They tapped their chin in thought. “How…” He looked down, sad. “I want to dance with you.”

“You know there’s different kinds of dancing, right?”

“Huh?”

“Why is it so important we do dancing exactly like this?”

“Because that’s how dancing is! When my -“ The Collector froze, and a deeply pained expression crossed their face. It was one King recognized all too well. Even though clearly the Collector had known his own kind where King had not, he had still lost them. And that grief was something King felt every day since he had learned of his origin.

“Hey…I’m sorry. I can try to do the dance this way.”

“No, I don’t even like it.” The Collector huffed. “I just wanted to do it because they always wanted me to learn. But I’m bad at it too.”

There was a long silence, and King waited for the Collector to speak. Not that they were ever forthcoming when it came to their origins. But King got the vibe that despite them missing the past, there were many unpleasant bits to it, bits the Collector would rather never speak about.

“Well, maybe we can make our own dance.”

“What?”

“You’re always making up games and stories. And someone made up the original dance, right? Well why do they get to be the only ones to make up rules? Who says we can’t make up a dance, too?”

“Make one…together?”

“Yeah! I don’t know what kind of dance you were doing, but dancing can be anything. And sometimes making something with a friend can be the most fun part, even if it’s not what you thought it would be.”

King struggled to keep his voice level, thinking of writing Ruler’s Reach with Luz. He had been so angry at her then, wanted so badly to take control and do it all on his own. He was glad he had been able to appreciate the adventure for what it was, in the end. It was one of his fondest memories now. He’d give anything to write another book, gushy romance and all.

“Okay!” The Collector was back to their beaming self. “Let’s make up a dance!” They looked at King expectantly, and King realized he would have to make the first move. This was exactly what he has been trying to avoid. He wiggled awkwardly, trying to move in an interesting way, though he had never been able to find rhythm.

The Collector giggled. “Kiiiiing come on. Dance for real.”

King looked at him flatly. “This is my real dance.”

“You’re actually that bad?”

King glared. “Fine. You want to see my true dance skills? Then feast your eyes on this!”

He puffed out his chest and prepared to do…something. The dance that resulted was incredibly lackluster, more like a desperate attempt at flailing limbs that ended in panting. He knew before he finished that it was not impressive, and he sighed when he looked back at the Collector.

As expected, the Collector was cracking up, and King glared. “You wanted to see!”

“I didn’t know you were that bad.”

King crossed his arms, enjoying the banter despite his act. “Let’s see you do it.”

“I will!” The Collector dramatically rose up from the ground, then swept his arm in an arc, conjuring a flurry of stars. Then they did a complex twirl in midair, far too elegant looking for such a small body in oversized clothes.

It was a good dance, King had to admit, but it didn’t seem like the Collector. It was too refined, not enough chaos. Usually, King’s goal was to reduce the chaos, but now…

The Collector was surprised at first, then lit up at the idea of making up their own movements. They released King’s paws to perform a silly, random shimmy, which King returned with his own wiggle.

Then they held hands again, soaring higher and spinning upside down. They continued like this, getting faster and faster, as the original ballroom waltz format was left completely behind.

“You were right, King! We don’t need those stupid stuffy rules. Our rules are better!”

The Collector had spun in circles several times now, and King was struck by an idea. He tugged, increasing the momentum of the spin, as the Archive House became a blur of white pillar and purplish blue sky.

“Woah!” the Collector laughed, and increased the speed in his turn.

King was very quickly starting to feel sick (the race with Luz should have erased any doubt that this wasn’t his forte), but he continued the spin, until they were both rotating at a speed that should have been impossible.

“Okay, now on the count of three, we’re going to let go,” he said. “Just make sure to catch me before I slam into the wall or something.”

The Collector, already howling with laughter, looked even more excited. “Okay! I count! One, two, three!”

King was not ready, but the Collector let go and the little Titan went flying. The wind rushed through his fur and he closed his eyes, stomach flipping over itself as he flew to the other side of the giant room.

For a moment, there was an inkling of doubt, but then he felt the familiar magic of the Collector wrap securely around him and gently slow him to a stop. The Collector wasn’t exactly reliable with most things, but they’d always catch King before he got hurt.

The Collector himself was happily soaring towards him from across the room. “Oh my gosh King! That was waaaaaay better than that boring old dancing I learned. Sometimes you’re kiiiiind of a goody-two-shoes, but you know how to have fun!”

King almost laughed again. Him, a goody-two-shoes? Since when had he become the responsible one?

Suddenly, King was wrapped in a tight hug. “Thank you for dancing with me, King! You’re my best friend!”

It was odd being hugged by someone so close to his size. King missed the reassuring hugs of those who he knew he could rely on to take care of him, his mom and his big sister. But hugging the Collector was special too, in its own way. King had never been able to dance with someone who truly felt like a peer. He wished they could truly be peers, that King didn’t have to fear that at any moment the Collector would turn from the happy, laughing kid into the angry god.

But he was reassured right now, and he hugged the Collector back. “Yeah! Dancing was actually kind of fun.”

“You still won’t tell me who said you were a bad dancer?”

“You told me I was bad at it too!”

“Yeah but in a teasing way. Because we’re best friends!”

“Well that’s how it was with that person.” Noticing the Collector’s glower, King quickly clarified. “We weren’t best friends, but we were…friends…in a way. They never meant it in a bad way. Just like you.”

“Okay…but just let me know if you change your mind. I can turn them into a puppet for you if I haven’t already!”

“Thanks, buddy, but I’m good.”

#toh #the owl house #king clawthorne #king toh #toh king #the collector #enzo gabriel #the collector toh #toh the collector #platinum bones #platinum bones week 2023 #my fics

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Carla Ecstasy [07]

ー The scene starts in the saloon at Banmaden

Yui: Well then, I’m entrusting you with this letter. Please deliver it to the Vibora troops.

Familiar: Yes, as you wish.

Shin: They’re planning an attack against us. Be careful that you don’t get taken out.

Familiar: I shall be plenty cautious.

Shin: ...Nii-san. Anything you want to say to our Familiar?

Carla: No. ...Get going already.

Familiar: Yes. I shall get going then.

*Woosh*

Yui: ( Now our proposal to form an alliance should reach the Vibora. )

Carla: ...

Shin: ...You can be such a child at times, Nii-san. Did you really have to take out your frustrations on the Familiar?

Carla: I did not do such a thing.

Shin: ...Seems like you no longer care about acting like a proper King when Yui is involved.

Carla: Of course. There is no other woman out there who could fulfill her duty of giving birth to a Founder child.

Therefore she shall receive a special treatment. It only makes sense.

Shin: I mean, you’re not wrong. ...But is that truly the only reason?

Carla: What are you alluding to, Shin?

Shin: Whoops. I better step back before I get snapped at even more...

*Knock knock*

Shin: Oh. Someone’s here.

ー Kino enters the room

Shin: ーー Kino.

Kino: I spotted one of your Familiars earlier. They’re on their way to ask the Vibora for an alliance, right?

Carla: ...Yes.

Kino: Okay! Then we won’t have to fight them, right? So, what will you do next?

I heard that the Vibora Clan had already made plans to attack the Vampire Clan after they were done with Banmaden, you see?

Yui: The Vampire Clan...

Kino: Hm? ーー Ah, right. You lived together with those guys before, didn’t you?

I guess you can’t help but get worried when finding out that they’re be targeted next?

Yui: ...

Kino: Aha! I get where you’re coming from, but you can’t pretend to be buddy-buddy with them forever.

Better make quick work of those Vampires, or they could cause a lot of trouble down the line. Right, Carla?

Carla: ...You do make a valid point.

Yui: ( ... )

Shin: Shuu is their current King, right?

Carla: Yes. Exactly.

Yui: ( Shuu-san is the King... )

Kino: He only just succeeded the house. However.

If he gets to the same level as Karlheinz, nobody will be able to stop him, you know?

In short, if you want to rewrite the Demon World’s hierarchy, now’s the only time. It’s a prime opportunity.

So, you know? Don’t you think you should make your next move soon?

Carla: I do not need you to tell me that. I have already decided what I should do.

Kino: Ah, is that so? So we can leave that up to you?

Carla: Of course.

Kino: Roger! I’m counting on you then.

ー Kino leaves

*Thud*

Yui: ...

ー The scene shifts to Yui’s room

Yui: ...Haah.

( I can’t get the thing Kino-kun said out of my head... )

( I should have known that if Carla-san wishes to reign over the Demon World, he would have to fight the Vampire Clan as well. )

( Apparently Shuu-san inherited the throne but...I wonder how the others are doing? )

( If possible, I don’t want them to fight butーー )

ー Somebody enters her room

*Creaaak*

Yui: ...!

*Thud*

Yui: Carla-san...Why the sudden visit?

Carla: What were you thinking about?

Yui: Eh...?

Carla: You’ve been lost in thought ever since Kino visited earlier, no?

Yui: ( ...Carla-san sees right through me. )

( But... )

Selection

→ Deny it

Yui: No, that’s not true.

Carla: ーー Is that the truth?

Yui: Ugh...

Carla: Can you say that one more time while looking me straight into the eyes?

Yui: ...

( There’s no way I could ever deceive him. I wonder why I said the opposite of what I actually think? )

→ Fail to answer (❦)

Yui: ...

Carla: You cannot answer my question?

Yui: ...I figured there is no reason to.

Carla: Excuse me...?

Yui: I realize that I simply cannot keep secrets from you.

Carla: ...

Carla: Those Vampires are on your mind, correct?

Yui: ...Yes.

Carla: You still cannot forget about them?

Yui: ...

( I doubt I could properly explain my relationship with them. )

...I’m sorry.

Carla: So you have chosen to apologize. Do you realize that apologies only prove that one is aware of their own crimes?

Yui: ...

( What I feel for those Vampires is completely different from my love for Carla-san, butーー )

Carla: Hmph. ...I can tell this weighs down heavy on you.

In that case, all I have to do is make you forget.

ー He steps closer and embraces her

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Eh...?

( N-No...! )

Carla: Whether it is affection or pain, I shall grant your every wishーー

ー Carla shivers before stepping back

Carla: ...!!

ー He collapses

*Thud*

Yui: ...!! What’s wrong, Carla-san!? Carla-sanーー!!!!

Monologue

It seems that as the next step in their plan,

the Vibora are thinking of launching an attack on the Vampire Clan.

Then with our intentions of forming an alliance with them,

will we have to go down that same path as well...?

A war against the Vampires.

When I think of that,

I felt my heart sink.

Carla-san can urge me to forget about them all he wants,

it is not actually that easy.

However, I had other things to worry about right now.

Carla-san had suddenly lost conscious and collapsed (崩れ落ちた) on the floor.

Endzeit is a terminal illness.

Could it be,

has that time (その時) finally come...?

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #carla tsukinami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lecarlaecstasy7

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Making Treats: A DMC OC Week Halloween Fic

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Hey there! So @dmc-oc-week-specialedition is just around the corner, and they're having a little Halloween event before the fun itself begins. So I figured I'd write a little something for it! It's a short little fic, but I hope it's enjoyable regardless!

“Thank you again for coming here on such short notice, Kay. I’m really sorry for calling you over here at the last minute,” Kyrie apologized, for what had to have been the fifth time.

Kay looked up at her from the bowl she was mixing and lightly shook her head. “Kyrie, it’s fine, I told you,” she said with a giggle. “It’s no problem at all.” If anything, she was glad to have a reason to come out to Fortuna. She hadn’t been able to make her way out here in quite some time, things had been far too busy lately, so she’d have taken any excuse to come over to see her friends. Especially considering the occasion.

Nero and Kyrie had decided to throw a Halloween party for the kids at the orphanage. And like any party, it required some set-up. But even with Nero having demon powers, trying to get everything done by themselves was impossible, so they decided to call over some extra hands. Which was why Kay was now standing in the orphanage’s kitchen, making some baked goods for the party.

Kay had jumped at the chance to help out. Not just because she loved being able to bake or because she wanted to see everyone in Fortuna, but because she absolutely loved Halloween. It was one of her favorite holidays of all time. The treats, the costumes, the horror movies, she loved it all with a passion! And there was just no way she was gonna leave these kids without a chance to enjoy the best holiday ever, she was gonna make sure it turned out great for them.

Kyrie smiled at her sheepishly, still feeling a little guilty despite the reassurances. Even if Kay wasn’t upset, she was sure she’d interrupted her own Halloween plans by having her come over. But if she said it was fine, she wasn’t about to budge on that point. She knew that much. She went over to roll out the cookie dough she’d been working on, figuring she might as well change the subject. “So then, you two brought your costumes, right?”

“Of course we did,” Kay answered as she mixed up the brownie batter. “After all, what Halloween party would it be if we didn’t wear costumes?” Sure, the kids would all be in costumes, the party was for them after all, but she wasn’t about to be stopped from enjoying one of the best parts of the holiday. “How about you guys?”

“Well, Nico said she has a costume, but I don’t know what it is,” Kyrie admitted. The mechanic had insisted on keeping it a surprise. “She’s assured me though that it’s child friendly, so no worrying about that.”

“I mean, I’d think Nico would know better than to wear an inappropriate costume at a kid’s party,” Kay laughed. “After all, she knows wearing something raunchy would make you mad, and making you mad is like having a death wish.”

Kyrie giggled. “True. I might not have demon powers, but I’m a feisty one when I’m mad.” She finished rolling the dough and playfully flexed one of her arms for emphasis.

Kay laughed as she poured the batter into the tray. “What about you and Nero?”

Kyrie winked and giggled. “Sorry, it’s a secret~!” She began placing the cookie cutters into the dough. “You’ll just have to wait until tonight to see it.”

Oh, so that’s how it was gonna be? Two could play at that game. “Well, guess that means you’ll have to wait to see what our costumes are too.”

The door to the kitchen opened, causing both girls to turn their heads at the new arrival. Standing there was V, wearing a black tuxedo with a cape, and a white mask covering the right side of his face. Well, so much for keeping the costumes a secret. If only he knew how bad his timing was. “Pardon my interruption,” he said, walking towards the sink. “I required a break from decorating and figured I could grab myself some water.” He pulled out an empty water bottle as he spoke, showing how empty it was.

“It’s fine, we were just getting ready to put these in the oven anyhow,” Kyrie said, as she transferred the cut cookies onto a baking sheet.

“You’re not overdoing it, are you?” Kay asked, looking over V in concern. Even though he wasn’t anywhere near as frail as he was back in June, he had a habit of pushing himself beyond his limits on accident. Which meant that she had to make sure he wasn’t pushing himself too hard. “Your foot’s not acting up, is it?”

V chuckled as he refilled the water bottle. “I promise you I’m not going overboard, Starlight,” he said. “And my foot is fine. I did bring my cane with me and would be using it if needed. Besides, Nero is keeping a close eye on me, so I doubt I’ll do anything too strenuous under his watch.” He wouldn’t admit it, but he was grateful for his nephew’s help in this matter. He’d never been to a Halloween party before, and he’d certainly hate to miss out on the fun all because he exhausted himself before it could even begin.

“Just making sure, you can’t exactly blame me for that.”

“No, I certainly can’t. Griffon does enjoy reminding me how much of a handful I am.”

The oven beeped, signaling it was done preheating. Kyrie and Kay grabbed their respective treats and placed them on separate racks in the oven. The timer was set, and Kyrie decided to ask the question that was on both of their minds. “So V, why do you have your costume on already? The party’s not starting until this evening.”

V blinked a few times before looking from Kay to Kyrie back and forth. It only seemed to dawn on him right then that they weren’t wearing their costumes either. “I guess that’d explain why no one else is wearing their costumes,” he admitted.

The girls giggled at his response. “Yeah, it’s not time to put them on yet,” Kay said. “After all, I don’t think it’d be a good idea to try baking in them.” What with all the flour and frosting and batter that could easily be spilled. And she definitely didn’t want to get anything on her costume.

That reasoning made sense to him. Now that he thought about it, it would probably be easier to get decorating done if he wasn’t in costume. “…I suppose I got ahead of myself then,” he said, not knowing how else to respond.

“Yeah, a little bit,” Kay said. She walked over to him and pulled him down to kiss him on the cheek.

“At least I now know for the future.”

“If it helps, I think you look very handsome, V,” Kyrie said, hoping to alleviate V’s potential embarrassment a little. “You make a perfect Phantom of the Opera.”

V smirked back at the singer. “Thank you, Kyrie.” He took Kay’s hand in his own and pulled her closer to him. “But wait until you see my Christine. She’ll look absolutely stunning.” He kissed her hand, causing Kay to blush.

“Well, um, it’s not that amazing, h-he’s exaggerating,” she stammered, though she knew that she wouldn’t be able to convince her otherwise.

“I’m looking forward to seeing it,” Kyrie said, giving Kay a break. It was always fun watching the two of them flirt, they made a good pair. “You should probably head back to decorating though, we still have work to do and so do you.”

Ah yes, the others would start wondering where he was if he continued to loiter here. “True, the last thing you two need is Griffon flying in here and yelling his beak off,” he admitted. He let go of Kay and began to make his way to the door. “I shall take my leave now.” He gave one last glance at Kay before leaving. “I’ll see you later, my angel of music.” And with that flirtatious comment, he was gone.

Kay let out a sigh of relief, silently thanking Kyrie for the save. “Well, guess you know what we’re going as,” she nervously laughed.

“I think it’s fitting for you two,” Kyrie said as she took out a bag of apples. “You do love that story after all.”

“It was V’s idea, actually,” Kay corrected, taking out large containers of caramel and chocolate sauce. “Don’t tell him I said this, but I think he’s excited to be celebrating Halloween for the first time in years. I doubt he’s celebrated it since he was a kid, and well, that was a really long time ago.”

Kyrie nodded her head, well aware of V’s unique circumstances for existing. It was strange to think the man was once a part of Nero’s father, but the world of demons was full of strange occurrences as she’d learned over the years. She wasn’t even sure if it was the weirdest thing she’d heard of. “I hope he enjoys the party,” she said. “Even though it’s mainly for the kids, I want everyone to have fun.”

Kay smiled softly, of course Kyrie had been thinking of everyone. Knowing her, her real reason for inviting them was for them to have fun and relax, something that hadn’t been easy since the Qliphoth incident. She really was thoughtful like that. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he will. I’ll make sure of it.”

“I’m sure you will, though with you here I’m sure he’d have a good time no matter what.”

Kay rolled her eye. “Yeah, yeah, so you say,” she said. “Now come on, these apples won’t dip themselves.” She looked at the single bag Kyrie had pulled out skeptically. “You sure those are gonna be enough?”

“Oh don’t worry, I got plenty of other bags,” Kyrie said. “Just thought we’d get through this one first and go from there.”

Kay shook her head. At least she was prepared. “Alright, let’s get to it then!”

As the two girls continued to prepare their treats for the evening, Kay had a good feeling that no matter how exactly the evening would go, she would have a fun time with her friends and partner. After all, it was hard for her to not have fun on Halloween, and with her partner there by her side she knew it’d be even more fun than it would’ve been otherwise.

#Prophet posts #Devil May Cry #DMC #DMC OC #DMC OCs #DMC OC Week #dmcochalloween

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